Lying together, covered in a soft little blanket decorated with teddy bears, were two little babies. All chubby cheeks and tiny fingers; both of them were fast asleep. Only a few months old, you could hardly tell them apart. They were twins, as so often was the way in the Clemence family, a little boy and girl. James and Louise; Ray and Kim’s children.
As beautiful and healthy as you could possibly hope or imagine.
“How long have they been down?” Annie whispered.
“About twenty minutes,” Kim replied. “If we’re lucky they won’t need feeding for a few hours.”
Annie looked at her daughter, and was struck by the contradictions in her. She looked tired, obviously so bearing in mind what responsibilities she now had, yet she glowed with a freshness Annie could hardly comprehend. She looked young – so young – yet there seemed to be a maturity about her now, that had never been there before. Motherhood would do that to you, Annie supposed.
“Why don’t you go take a nap, darling? I can take care of these two little terrors if they wake up.” Ray said.
“Okay, Daddy. I am kind of tired.” She yawned and gave them both a kiss. Then she wandered off in the direction of the room she now shared with her father.
It was not inevitable, but it was perhaps likely, that Kim would quickly fall pregnant. She had been talking about it almost from the day she and Ray had started sleeping together. She insisted she had never missed taking the pill, but both Annie and Greg had their suspicions. Becoming grandparents at such a relatively young age – although Ray was becoming a parent again at a relatively late age – had not been part of the deal; but what was that old line again? How do you make God laugh? You tell him your plans.
Since everything had first come out in the open, an almost obscene amount of fucking had taken place. None of them had to keep things secret anymore, so they were all let off the leash. Those first few months were akin to a bacchanalian orgy. Annie and Ray had almost been frightened by the sheer amount of sex taking place.
Mostly they kept to their own teams, Ray slept with Kim, Annie slept with Greg. But both parents knew the twins were fooling around with each other on occasion. Then there were family nights. Once or twice a month, all four of them would spend an evening fucking and sucking each other, apart Ray and Greg of course. Their dull conventionality in this matter shone through at all times. Both men would sleep with both women, so Annie knew her son had cum inside his sister’s cunt on plenty of occasions.
It was therefore not impossible that Greg could in fact be the father of her babies, but Kim insisted Ray was the guilty party. She had no way of knowing that fact, but there was a certain logic to it; no matter what she might have been getting up to with her brother, Kim spent every night in bed with her father. He had fucked her countless more times than Greg ever would. Statistically he was far more likely to be responsible. In the end, it didn’t really matter; everyone considered Ray to be the dad, and so that’s what he was going to be.
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