How Babies Are Made

"What?!" you repeated to Pastor Thewlis.

He looked at you dumbfounded, as if you should know all this. "You fu- had sex with my wife and daughter, and from the looks of it, did it without any protection whatsoever. Alexis was a virgin, she isn't on any type of birth control. And I had a vasectomy, so Darleen hasn't taken anything in years. They say your condition leads to hyperfertility, so pretty good chances that you knocked one or both of them up this morning. I'm pretty sure they're not your firsts, either," he said with a smile as you came to realize the implication of all this.

You turn in place, "Mom, Caitlin... that means." They stare up at you in concern, for your welfare it seems. "Wait," you turn around, "surely Darleen and my mom are too old for children."

"I'm 43, sugar!" said Darleen, still nude with her hands on her hips. "Still have regular periods. I'll expect to miss them soon," she grinned.

"John," your mother is standing up with her hand on your shoulder as you turned. "You don't have to worry about any of this." She had worry in her eyes.

"You- you-you said that, that I didn't have to worry about knocking you up. That there were no need for safe days with you." You recalled her first comments a few days ago, inviting you to fuck her.

"I meant it," she said, almost crying now. "It's inevitable, having sex, that we might have kids. But you weren't worried, so I wasn't worried. I've raised two great children already. What's a couple more?"

You backed off from her. "Caitlin," you shouted, "you said you had a safe day!"

"I did," she shrugged, while eating a sandwich. "You've fucked me a couple times since."

You're eyes widened. "Dr. Nikita, Sabrina, Miss Angela... Haley!" your eyes glanced through the crowd, all concerned a bit by your sudden concern. You found her and rushed up to her and her father, as he adjusted himself in his pants.

"I... I fucked you in a pool..." your mind was recalling some of your sperm floating in the chlorine.

"Pretty sure some of it got in," she smiled. "Plus we fucked in my bedroom too," she stuck her tongue out.

"I am so sorry... I never thought..." you were addressing both now.

"Relax, Mr. Doe. We knew this would happen when you picked her to be your sex assistant. It's part of the territory after all. Most of the reason for the assistant was to keep teen pregnancies from becoming too out of control at the school," he sounded like having his teen daughter impregnated was perfectly reasonable.

"Plus, it was bound to happen sooner or later. Yours isn't the first bareback ride I've had," her father smacked her gently after such an outburst.

You thought again at how Dr. Nikita, who freely fucked you in school, didn't say anything about any of this. How Miss Angela pretty much egged you on into fucking her. They should've known better.

But worse... your mind circled more and more around poor Hannah. She's pregnant with your child. You needed to tell her this, to beg for her forgiveness. You found your pants and shirt and quickly redressed.

"I- I'm calling an Uber," you said to growing looks of concern. "I need to get to Hannah Lu's house!"