(Grace) And wishful thinking*

Sometime later, when the initial, throbbing energy levels had been used up or died down. Grace lay with her head on the precious mound that held either her first nephew or niece. She listened intently for just those slight sounds of movement or heartbeat that told a thousand tales of what all this love and lust and life was about. Trying not to bump her own head roughly into the equation, of course, as Skye’s brother thrust himself between her thighs. She was pretty sure the twenty-something year old man had decided it was fate for him to pass a baby across the other way as well. That their two families were in some way just extra compatible…

Sometimes, despite all her knowledge of how genetics really worked… Gracey thought maybe she wished he was right. That she could get this whole baby thing out the way early… and not have to spend the years of self-doubting break-up and make-up turmoil that Daniel and Skye had, as each lost hope that their love for each other would be enough to form that one connection that REALLY mattered… However, as ‘Grant’ finally gave a last few puttering heaves and shot his sticky dreams on in… Grace decided she’d really prefer if it was someone else… The man was nice enough. But she preferred to be treated a little… rougher… by those who took regular turns upon her body. Something she’d gradually managed to hint to her brothers over the years. She turned her eyes up toward Skye; who was leaning up on one elbow and gently combing her fingers through Grace’s hair, while the pregnant woman's own father took his turn slapping hips against her.

“Are you sure it’s okay for them to fuck your pussy like that?” Grace asked, for the umpteenth time since the small miracle had been confirmed. Skye smiled as ever at the concern.

“Yes honey, it’s fine. In fact most of the midwives I’ve seen encourage it… To keep my body in the natural rhythm it’s been used to… and make sure things stay… loose… down there.” Grace smiled at the slight flush that came to her sister-in-laws cheeks at that word which so many magazines for young ladies treated as blasphemy. 'Tightness' was a girl's most precious quality to retain… when she was taking in shafts of every thickness, day in, day out.

"Do you think he or she will recognise us… our voices, I mean… when they finally pop out?"

Skye grunted as her dad spilt his own load, up towards his grandchild to be. It was still possible, of course, that the baby was his… or anyone else's… But there wasn't likely to be fights on that front. Babies born of **** were unbelievably rare, some other fluke of humanity's great genetic hurdle. And if it just happened to be one of the other Yarland boys who had finally landed the winning blow… Well, they were all going to be surrogate parents to the child anyway. Dan and Skye were too perfect a team to be pried apart by any of those that loved them.

"I'm sure he or she will recognise their wonderful aunty… Whose been singing to them before they were even a bump! ...Whether they can tell any one of these grunting animals from another I can't guarantee… Sometimes even I sure can't."

The woman smiled teasingly as her betrothed sidled over, batting her lightly on the nose and cheeks with his cock. She kissed the tip of it sweetly, just to let him know what he already knew for certain.

"And soon enough you'll give them a little cousin to grow up with, best friends from birth!" Grant exclaimed, still pushing his deflating self as far into Grace as possible… trying to squeeze every last drop he could in. The teen could spy Marcus making irritated faces beyond this, impatiently awaiting his own turn at her. She surreptitiously rolled her eyes at him… But was secretly quite pleased. When her most emotional brother got frustrated he tended to drive her gasping into the carpet. A prospect she was suddenly very much looking forward to.