Opening my mouth, I spat the cake back out onto the plate and put it back on the table at the same time as everyone else. The two old people continued eating and groaning, completely oblivious to the effect that they’d had on the rest of us.
At least, that’s what I thought, until I saw Hurst get up and pick the wooden stand holding what was left of the blue cake bear up and walk out with it. Looking over at Cole, I saw him watching them with narrowed eyes.
Smart move!
Later that night…
I’d just gotten out of a warm bath and was walking through to the bedroom when I saw Brett sitting with his back against the headrest frowning at the television. Looking over at it, I saw the news playing a story about a suspected drugs trafficker whose house had been burned down.
Sighing, he rubbed his eyes and then looked over at me. Almost instantly, the look of exhaustion left his face and was replaced with a heated one as he took in the fact that I was wearing one of his t-shirts.
Climbing up beside him, I went and straddled his waist, well as much as I could with my bump. I now seven months pregnant, so it took up a lot of space. His hands came up and cupped both of the cheeks of my bum as he held me in place.
He was only wearing his jockey shorts, so I got the opportunity that I looked forward to each time that we were like this – to rub his tummy bumps. Seriously, it should be criminal how well formed his stomach muscles were and it wasn’t like he worked out constantly to get them like that.
Sighing, I rubbed my hands back and forth, feeling him harden underneath me.
“What’s that for?” He asked, meaning the sigh.
“It’s just not fair,” my French accent came through a bit stronger when I wasn’t concentrating, and at that moment it was definitely more noticeable because I was so focused on the bounty in front of me. “I have this,” I nodded my head down to my bump, “And you look like this,” I nodded again down at the muscle bumps.
Grinning, he moved his hands slowly up my waist, taking the t-shirt with them, and around to my bump. Our son kicked at his hand as he came to rest with one hand on top of the bump, and one hand on the side of it.
“This bump is a turn on,” he murmured as he started to move his hands again over it. I felt the proof of that underneath me, but come on!
“You’re not one of those, are you?”
“One of what?” He looked truly confused.
“You know,” I shifted, subtly rubbing over him. “One of those guys that has a fetish for pregnant women.”
My eyes almost crossed when he burst out laughing and his pelvis jumped up, rubbing harder against my core with each laugh.
“No,” he chuckled, and I groaned with the movement. “Just you!”
Aw, well, merde. That was beautiful. Grinning, I leaned down to kiss him. “Thank you!”
“Do you want to hear something funny?” He whispered against my lips. Leaning back, I looked down at him and waited for him to tell me. “Tom said today that he really liked you even if you spoke all formal-like. That resulted in a discussion of things that you say that are different to the rest of us.”
Angling my head, I asked, “Like what?” I was sure that I spoke just like any other normal person, didn’t I?
“You say backside and bum, instead of ass,” he rasped as he swept his hands across my backside. “You also say ‘arse’. There are many things that you say differently,” he growled. “But they are all perfectly you.”
Thinking about it, I most likely did. My upbringing had been formal and even when I went to university I was surrounded by formal speaking people too, so many things I probably did say differently to what they were used to.
“And this is okay?” I asked. Now that he had mentioned it, I was wondering if this was something that was an issue to him.
“Absolutely,” he said firmly. “The reason I’m telling you, is because while I’m thinking thoughts like how perfect your ass is and how beautiful your tits are, I know you’d be thinking backside and breasts.” He moved suddenly, ending up with me on my back and him over me. Unfortunately, this position wasn’t conducive with anything sex related as I was too pregnant for that; or so I thought.
Grabbing the bottom of his t-shirt, he pulled it off me leaving me wearing only my knickers. They were a pair that I’d gotten as a joke from Ebru which had ‘I’m French, not Brazilian’ on them. She said that they were for just in case I got caught short when I had the baby. Reading the text across my crotch, Brett snorted and slowly pulled them down my legs.
“Now, I happen to love the French,” he whispered as he moved his hands up to my core. “In fact, they’re perfection,” he added, as he leaned in and licked my clit making me groan. Reaching up, I grabbed onto the slats of the top of the bed and held on tight. There was no more talking as he sucked and licked his way down to my entrance, and then replaced his tongue with two thick fingers which he gently pushed into me. Moving up so that he was over my breasts, he used the hand that wasn’t moving back and forth inside me to gently pinch my nipple. The feeling was almost electric and I let out a small squeal. Once again, he leaned down, but this time he sucked the nipple that he’d just pinched into his mouth, hard enough to make the cheeks of his face hollow. Then, with an audible pop, he let it go free and blew on it. The cold air following the warmth of his mouth sent a pulse right down to my clit and my hips came up off the mattress. “I love how sensitive you are,” he mumbled as he reached my other nipple and gave it the same treatment as he had the first. Blowing on it almost had me coming on his hand, but he quickly moved back down to my core, sucked my clit into his mouth hard and squeezed my nipple gently again. That, teamed with the wiggling of the three fingers now inside me, sent me over the edge and I came screaming and almost smothering him with my vagina as I raised my pelvis off the bed, pushing it harder into his face.
Once I came down from it, and the stars had stopped flashing behind my eyelids, I realized what I was doing and burst out laughing. “I’m so sorry,” I giggled, trying to lower myself back down to the bed, but I couldn’t with his hand still supporting my bum.
His mumbled answer from where he was still made me laugh even harder. Finally lifting his head, he looked up and over my bump at me. “Just saying, any time you want to smother me with your pussy, you’re more than welcome to. It would be a champions death.”
I didn’t get the chance to laugh for long though, as he gently moved me onto my side and lay down behind me. Moving one arm underneath me and one arm under my leg so that he could lift it, he moved into position and entered me in one long hard thrust. I’d stupidly thought that I was done after that orgasm, but just that one thrust had me clenching down on him again.
The arm that was beneath me shifted, and his hand came up and held onto one of my breasts as he started to move slowly in and out of me, the tip of his cock hitting something amazing inside of me each time.
Reaching up, I grabbed onto the wrist of the hand at my breast and leaned my head back against him. The hand that was still holding my leg up moved slightly and allowed his thumb to reach my clit as he supported my thigh. With every push in, his thumb would hit against it and then disappear with every retreat he took back out of me. The two sensations together had me climbing to the top of the mountain quickly. Feeling the small spasms inside me, Brett increased the force of his thrusts and moved his hand so that he was cupping me between my legs with his thumb was right over my nub. That was all it took and I burst, screaming again as I came.
I barely felt him move me onto my front, holding me up on my hands and knees as I continued to come around him. I only just had the strength to brace my arms and legs as he thrust harder into me, his thighs meeting my backside and making an erotic slapping noise each time. With one final hard thrust, I felt him groan against my spine and the warmth of him pulsing inside me as he rode out his own orgasm with small thrusts.
Once our cognitive abilities came back, panting, he took us down to our sides, and
then reached down to where we were still connected.
“I love you,” he whispered against my shoulder.
“Je t’aime,” I mumbled into my pillow, the ability to speak English totally leaving me. Knowing full well what he’d done to me, the bugger chuckled into the back of my neck. With the last bit of my energy, I elbowed him in the side, feeling a bit better when I heard him grunt.
Fourteen
BRETT
Here’s the problem with minding your own business – it never works, ever!
I was just looking over some figures from head office when my phone rang and I saw Dad’s contact photo come up on my screen.
I’d just hit answer when he started yelling down the phone at me. “The heifer’s in labor and I need you to help with the births. Everyone is coming, but it’s a difficult one.” Not bothering to sign off, he just hung up. Anyone else might have assumed that it was Ebru that he was talking about, but on this occasion the heifer in question was in fact an actual heifer.
Sighing, I looked down at my jeans and t-shirt, picked my cap up and went to help out. Passing Coleman, I let him know where I’d be and to keep an eye on Sabine who was sleeping.
One calf later and all hell broke loose..
“Holy shit,” Cole screamed. “Ebru’s having a baby. She’s having a baby,” he continued screaming as he ran forward, then ran back, then ran further back and stopped. “Where am I meant to go?”
“Back to your house, dickwad,” Ren snapped as he headed towards the buggies that we used to ride around the fields. The only time we used horses nowadays was if we ran out of gas in the buggies. Totally personal preference.
Loading up, we drove across the fields toward Cole’s house. Calling Coleman on the way, I filled him in on the situation and told him to bring Sabine over. We could all travel to the hospital together.
As we pulled up to the side of his house, we heard Tony panicking inside through the open window, and Maya directing them all. Cole, Ren and Dad ran off, leaving the rest of us to park up properly and walk inside more calmly.
“Look away!” Cole bellowed as I walked in, and everyone turned to face me. I just shrugged at the looks on their faces as Jack and Ren rubbed their eyes and groaned. They’d gotten an eyeful as they went into the room, which was their karma for running inside without checking what was going on first.
Tony, who was standing behind them and was closer to the massacre, was banging his head off the wall.
“Why?” He whined. “I’ve never hurt anyone. I’ve always given to charity. Why does everyone show me their taco?”
I had to admit, so far, he was hitting a home run. Each of the women had gone into labor and had popped out a baby with him right there; Isla had even popped one out at him. It was fucking hilarious!
Mom pushed past us all after hanging up from whomever she was talking to on the phone. I’d passed us as I came into the house, but I doubted that she’d even noticed. She was too focused on the birth of her grandson and hissing at the responder on the phone to ‘hurry the fuck up before she shot her baby canon everywhere’.
“The ambulance is on its way sweetheart, everything will be okay.” She used the voice that she used on all of us when we had broken a bone as a kid. The one that we had quickly learned actually meant – it will all be okay, you won’t lose the limb, but holy shit you’re gonna experience hell when they put it back into place.
Obviously, Ebru wasn’t dumb and knew what the tone meant too. Panicking, she grabbed Maya and pulled her down as she snarled, “Did you rip?”
Cole walked slowly up to his possessed wife and asked, “Rip? What rip? Who cares about shit ripping? Ebru, you really need to focu…“ he cut off squealing and wheezing. I was as green as him on this one though, who cared about shit ripping? Then I saw where she was holding and squeezing, dear holy shit was she squeezing, his balls and grabbed my own. I want to say that it was in solidarity and sympathy, but honestly it was probably to protect them from the possessed alien birthing my brothers spawn.
“Listen, asshole. I might have bat wings after this baby comes out, so you’ll excuse me if I’m a little bit fucking worried that if the bat signal hits the skies, that I’ll be expected to answer the motherfucking call of fucking duty!” She screamed and visibly squeezed his balls tighter.
The vomit trying to make its way out of my stomach made me retch audibly. “Aw fuck me, that’s graphic!” There was no coming back from that mental image. I’d never look at Ebru the same way again.
“Or you’ll look like the Joker with a smile from side to side on your…” Maya added and quickly snapped her mouth shut at the glare that she got from Ebru as she and slowly raised her hand.
Then the next contraction hit the she-Devil at that moment though, saving Maya’s life.
“Oh fuckingshitstainingpissfartlickingmotherdickingshitfucker!” She screamed loud enough for her pet hounds in Hades to hear. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Coleman stop at the door to the house and block Sabine’s entrance, looking at me for permission to bring her in. Sighing, I nodded. Seeing this, she was going to live in the hospital for at least a month before she was due and I was getting her every single drug that they had.
“What did she say?” Dad asked the rest of us.
“I think she wanted a grilled cheese sandwich with some of that German sauce shit from the store that no one can pronounce,” Gramps suggested from the other side of me.
Doing a double take at him and Grams, who had just appeared out of thin air, I hissed, “Are you a fucking bat or something?” I mean, where the hell did they come from?
The smirk soon dropped off his face as the next scream split the room so loud that it would make your ears bleed.
“Ah, how lovely,” Grams crowed as she elbowed through the group. “There’s the baby’s head!”
Taking his life in his own hands, and thankfully now his balls (literally because he was cupping them with one hand to protect them), Cole crouched down beside Ebru and started talking her through it. “Okay, I know how you’re feeling. The electric current is going to go from and eight to a nine in a minute. You’ll feel like you’re shitting, but you’ll only do it if you’re a pussy like…”
“Don’t you fucking dare!” Ren yelled, fuming as he dragged Tony toward them for some reason.
Never one to quit while he was ahead, Cole continued, “Once you hit a ten, we’ll take the pads off and you can go to the toilet. The pain stops almost immediately so don’t worry…”
Unable to grab his nuts, which were still being protected by his hand, she grabbed his nose and yanked him toward her. “I’m having a fucking baby, you anal licking butt monkey,” she screamed. “There are no pads, only a Jesus screaming sumo wrestler trying to get out of a straw!”
I started gagging as Sabine patted my back and retched a little herself. The sound of two thuds followed by a squeal and a third thud caught my attention and I looked hesitantly over to see what had happened. Cole and Ren were out cold on the floor for some reason, with Tony’s head covered in Ren’s crotch. If it wasn’t for the way that Ebru was lying at that moment, I would have taken a photo.
A laugh burst out of the she-bitch that would make even Satan shit his pants, followed by a horrified gasp. “Oh, shit on me. I’ve just peed everywhere.”
My dick of a brother woke up in time to hear that her water had broken on his favorite chair, which of course led to him whining. Making myself more comfortable as the show continued to play out, I silently rooted for Ebru to crush his balls again. Sibling love and all of that! After some more snarling and insults from Ebru though, he let it go and then it became clear, even to me, that it was time for her to push.
Her screaming was testing the limits of the glass in the windows when Maya yelled over it, “Oh look, there’s his eyes and the tips of his ears.”
My dad, my grandad, Ren and Cole all made the same monumental mistake at the same time and turned around to see what she was talking about.
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“Don’t do it,” I hissed.
Did they listen to me? Nope! The sound of their bodies hitting the ground at the same time filled the room.
“Once I’ve shit Shrek out, I’m gonna kill all of them,” Ebru promised the rest of us. Both Coleman and I took a step back so that we weren’t in her direct line of sight in case we became an outlet for her violence while they were incapacitated. I’m not gonna lie, if that happened, I’d throw one of their bodies so that it was closer to her and run.
Two more screams followed by the sound of two more pushes and the baby lint licker came out into the world, screaming his head off almost as much as his mama had been. Ironically, at that same moment, Coleman moved aside to let two paramedics into the house who ran over to the massacre in the corner of the room.
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