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Cindy got out of the hospital on Sunday, the second of January 2011. We visited them at my old house. I had gotten a pair of double baby strollers/car seat combinations for the girls. They fit just fine in the back of the SUV. It was definitely crowded though with the eleven of us in the old house, but we made it work. The babies slept a lot, both ours and Cindy's.
Cindy wasn't shy about breast feeding her twins either. She really did have a great set of tits. It was an amazing sight later that day to see all three women sitting there in the living room on Georges really long 'L' shape sofa, with pillows all around them, breast feeding their six babies.
There was a knock at the front door. George went to answer it. It was Margie and her friend (lover). She came in, took one look at the three women with the six babies at their large breasts on the sofa and exploded.
"Damn you sluts and your damn twins," she screamed, turned around and stomped back out the door.
"Sorry to interrupt," her friend said, in a quiet voice. "Margie gets a little excited at times. I'll try to calm her down," and she left also. I had seen the way her eyes popped when she saw the women and babies, maybe especially the babies.
An hour later, the babies were all asleep when there was another knock on the door. George answered it again. It was Margie and her friend. Margie looked a lot calmer now. Her friend did all the talking. She was a little younger than Margie was and a little chunky. She could have been good looking if she lost a little weight and let her hair grow longer.
"We're sorry about the previous out burst. We only stopped by to wish you a 'Happy New Year', and Margie wanted to see if you would still be filing a joint tax return," she asked.
"Yes," George said, "I don't see why not. We are still technically married. The children will go on Cindy's tax return."
"Margie also wanted to know, if there is a refund will she get her proportionate share?" her friend asked, a little embarrassed.
"Yes, I will give her half of any refund. Just send your paperwork to my accountant when you get it. He will let us know when the return is ready to be signed," George told her.
"Thank you," she said, as they left. Margie had never taken her eyes off of the three women still sitting in the living-room, or the six wet spots on their blouses.
"Well, that was interesting," George said, after they were gone.
"Did you see that?" Belle asked. "Mom was so mad and jealous that she was ready to spit nickels."
"It's her own fault," Mel answered. "She is the one that had her tubes tied after she had us."
"I really feel sorry for her," Cindy said. "She is missing out on so much fun and all of the grandchildren."
"Margie is the way she is," George said, philosophically. "I guess she never really changed."
"And her loss is my gain," Cindy added, quietly. We left shortly after that. The babies needed to go to bed and so did we.
For Valentine's Day in February, I took the girls out to dinner. Cindy had graciously consented to watch all six children while we were out. We had watched hers on the previous Saturday night when George had taken her out to dinner.
In March our babies were six months old. It was also gardening time again. I hired Tim to come in and do the grunt work. He came with a large tractor and two assistants. He also supplied all of the amendments. We had laid out the area for him ahead of time and figured the area for him so he would know how much of what to bring.
It was a much larger garden than at the other house. With ten acres, the girls had planned for a good-sized vegetable garden with corn, peas, beans, peppers, squash, carrots, tomatoes and cucumbers. There were also flower gardens all around the house. There was already a plot where they had blue berries and black berries growing. A number of fruit trees had been planted back in the fall also — pears, apples and plums. Tim made quick work of the big garden with the tractor. His assistant used a rotor-tiller on the various flower garden areas. As usual, Tim did a bang-up job.
The gardening went slower this year. One of the girls would garden a while, and the other watched the babies. Then they would switch. Everything got done; it just took longer. They were also watching Cindy's pair now as she had gone back to work in February. It wasn't a real problem as Cindy's girls were real quiet. I watched the kids some also.
In April, we found out that Cindy was pregnant again. She was a little embarrassed as she hadn't planned on it happening again quite so soon. George was just plain embarrassed. By July the babies were crawling. I had the people that run the custom furniture business, that I own a part of, build a really large play pen. It was large enough to get all six into eventually. They did a really nice job. We also found out that Cindy was only having a single baby this time around. George was relieved.
Our babies were being fed in high chairs now, at least part of the time. So there were now four high chairs lined up in one of the kitchens. It was reserved for feeding the children. Cindy's two weren't quite large enough for high chairs yet, and had to be held to be fed. Ours were starting to talk or at least chatter.
In September, Darrell came around. He needed money. I let him have several months in advance and figured it was worth it to keep him quiet. On September twenty- fourth both sets of twins were one year old. We had a little party. All six kids loved the ice cream, but got it everywhere in addition to their mouths. The girls loved all the children, especially their two new sisters.
Thanksgiving was at our house again this year. Again we cooked in both kitchens. We had divided the house into Mel's side and Belle's side, just to keep things straight. This year George and I cooked the turkey and made the dressing and gravy in what we had designated Mel's kitchen, while the girls watched the kids and made everything else in Belle's kitchen. Most of it came from things they had grown in their garden and either canned or frozen. We had a good size freezer in the basement. George and I watched football in Mel's living rooms, while the girls watched something else in the Great Room where all the kids were. Cindy's girls were happy to have mom there for a whole day.
Margie and her friend had also been invited for dinner. Margie was a little grumpy. Her friend, Stella, was impressed with the house. She also couldn't keep her eyes or her hands off the children. She held them and played with them, much to Margie's consternation. There was a wistful look in her eyes like she knew that she was missing something and she wanted it. She seemed to spend quite a bit of time talking to Cindy. Margie was still standoffish, but melted some when the children started crawling over her. The children were fed first, and then the adults had dinner in Belle's dining room. The kids were in their playpen in the living room. Most of them were napping after eating. They were all on solid food by now.
The girls had their twentieth birthday on the fifth of December this year (2011).
There was another dinner planned for Christmas. We had decorated the house and were planning on a real celebration with all of the children and George and Cindy here. Cindy managed to change all of our plans by having her son, Dennis, on Christmas morning. They had all come over on Christmas Eve just like last year and stayed the night. George woke us up early Christmas morning and told us they were on the way to the hospital. We already had their girls here, so it wasn't a problem. We visited Cindy in shifts that evening. Dennis was a grand Christmas present. Cindy had decided to have her tubes tied. She said that three were enough. The girls now had a brother, and our kids had an uncle, as well as their two aunts.
We still managed to have a decent Christmas for the kids. They all liked to ride in the car anyway. George had to transport his two daughters as there was a limit to even our SUV. We kept Cindy's two daughters, Debbie and Dawn, with us until their mother was out of the hospital for two weeks. They were a year old now and wanted their mommy. Cindy visited us to see them. She didn't really need them at home with a new born and they were used to staying with us, so everything worked out. We had George eat with us for a time also while Cindy was recovering.
It was mid January of 2012. when we found out that the girls were pregnant again. Their morning sickness was very mild this time. They were happy about that.
It was late February, when we learned that Margie's friend Stella was pregnant, also. It seems she had convinced Cindy to let George fuck her, while Cindy was recovering from having their son. Stella had even signed an agreement not to ask for financial support. Apparently she had a pretty good job with a lot of benefits. She just wanted a baby. Margie was more than a little miffed at her decision.
In April, we found out that both girls were expecting single births. They were both relieved. The garden had been started in March. We had done the work ourselves this time. It was a much reduced garden this year.
The summer seemed to fly by again this year. In no time at all, it was the twin's second birthday (24 Sept). We had a big party for them. Cindy and George came. Their kids were already here. Even Stella came. She had gotten very large with her pregnancy. Margie dropped her off, but then left. It was a grand party. The kids were walking, and falling down like all little kids do. There was ice cream everywhere and on everything. Little Dennis didn't understand about any of it, but he liked the ice cream.
Four days later, Belinda woke me at 1:30 in the morning to tell me that Mel's water had broken. We all got up. I called Cindy. She was going to watch the kids while we were at the hospital. She arrived with her three children an hour later. Mel was having contractions that were fairly close together. We said 'Hi' to Cindy and then loaded into our SUV and headed for the hospital. We had no more than gotten in the doors when Belinda's water broke. Both girls were taken off to delivery, and I went to the admissions desk to do paperwork. When I finally got to the waiting room, the nurses all remembered me.
"Oh, Mr. Westbrook, is it twins again?" they wanted to know.
"No," I assured them, "only singles this time."
Malinda delivered our son, Nickolas (Nick) at 7:00 that morning ( 28 Sept 2012). Belinda delivered our daughter, Catherin (Cate) two hours later. I called Cindy and George to let them know. We visited them in shifts. Someone had to watch the other kids. The girls got out of the hospital on the first of October. Cindy had taken a weeks vacation and stayed through Sunday the seventh of October. Things were still a total disaster. I had to watch the older kids. This was not something that I was good at, but I learned as I went. We had a rough couple of months while the girls recovered.
Stella had a baby girl, Star, on 29 October 2012. We all went in to see her. The girls took turns watching the kids in the vehicles so each of them could visit Stella and see their half-sister. We had a real load now with Cindy having three and Mel and Belle having a total of six. We all needed to take a break. I did note that George and I were now even with six children each.
Thanksgiving and Christmas this year (2012) were a little subdued. There was still a real tree and presents, but no big celebration this year for either holiday. George and Cindy came over. Their kids were here most of the time anyway. They brought Stella and Star. Everyone just relaxed for a few days.
The garden had gotten off to a really slow start this next year (2013). We had Tim come in and do everything. He even planted the flowers and seeds.
The girls couldn't keep up. The house was more than they could handle with all the kids. We interviewed a number of people to come in twice a week and clean the house. In early April, we finally decided on a young woman named Rita. She had excellent references and was good around kids as she had two of her own, a two-and-a-half year old (Will) and a one-year old (Lin). Her husband had left her six month before. She would come on Mondays and Thursdays. The girls told her to bring her kids. Two more wouldn't make much difference as they had nine here already.
When Cindy met Rita and saw what a good job she did, she hired her to clean her house on Wednesdays. Rita would leave her kids here then also. Cindy even found a lady she knew at work who hired Rita for Tuesday and Friday. We agreed to watch her kids then also.
The girls had a regular child care center set up in the Great Room. There were plenty of beds and bedrooms, and plenty of bathrooms. This was especially important with eleven kids in the house. The girls loved kids. In September our two sets of twins turned three years old and the other two turned one. Things seemed to be going well. Even Margie had mellowed out. Maybe it was Stella's baby that did it.
For Thanksgiving this year, we had everyone there. George and Cindy and their three children came, Margie and Stella with her daughter, and of course our six little demons. We also invited Rita and her two children. So there were two guys, six women and twelve kids in the house. You want to talk about crowded? The house didn't seem anywhere near too large now or to have too many bathrooms, either!
We did manage to get everyone out of there by 8:30 that evening. George and Cindy stayed over night along with their kids. They had done that before. It wasn't a problem with two Master Suites.
The girls turned twenty-two on 5 December. Darrell stopped by in December. He wanted more money again. This was getting to be a habit, but I gave him some anyway just to keep him quiet.
Christmas-time and New Year came around again. We had a really big tree in the Great Room and everyone came for Christmas dinner. Nobody was pregnant or had a brand-new baby. Everyone had a good time, even Margie, who had loosened up some. We had a quiet New Year and hoped that 2014 would be a good year.
It was in January of 2014 when the girls figured out that they were pregnant again. They had been trying since November. They went to see Dr Carson in February. He said that this was getting to be a regular thing.
March brought gardening again. We let Tim do all of the grunt work. It was pretty much a repeat of last year. The fruit trees were a little larger this year and the berries were producing well. The girls also got a confirmation that they were each having only a single baby again.
Darrell came by for another handout when he brought the tax return to be signed in April. This was going to have to stop. I wasn't into blackmail.
It was mid-May of 2014, when the police car pulled up in our driveway. Two officers got out — a male and a female. They were from a county on the other side of the city. They saw the girls working in the front garden and approached them
"Is this the Westbrook residence?" the male officer asked.
"Yes, it is," Belinda answered, groaning as she got up. The officer offered her a hand.
"The home of Darrell Westbrook?" the officer asked again.
"Yes, but he isn't here right now."
"We would like to speak to the wife of Darrell Westbrook," the female officer said.
"That's me," Malinda said, as she also rose. "What can I do for you?"
"Mrs. Westbrook, we are sorry, but we need you to come to the morgue to identify your husband's body. He was killed in an auto accident this morning," the female officer said, very gently.
"WHAT?" Malinda screamed and collapsed.
"Dave, Dave help us," Belinda screamed. I heard her, assumed something was wrong, and ran outside to see what it was. I was definitely confused by the two police officers.
"What's wrong?" I called, as I ran up.
"Darrell has been killed in some kind of car crash," Belinda said as she too sank to the ground. The two officers helped me get both girls up and into the house. I called Rita on the intercom. She came to the laundry, where we had taken the girls, to help us. We soon had the two girls sitting on chairs and revived them with cold washcloths. Mel was crying, and Belle was very upset. I explained the situation to the officers. They were very understanding.
We eventually got things straightened out. Belle and Rita would stay home with the kids. The cops were sure surprised at all the kids. It took another explanation. The female cop just shivered at the sight of all the kids.
Malinda and I followed the police back to their county morgue in her car. The scene at the morgue wasn't pleasant.
"Are you Mrs. Darrell Westbrook?" the Corner's assistant asked.
"Yes," Malinda replied with a sob as she showed him her driver's license.
"We need you to identify your husband's body," the Corner told her. He took us into the cold room and pulled open one of the doors. The person on the slab that he rolled out was not Darrell.
"NO, that's not my husband," Mel told him. He then pulled out the next slab. It was Darrell, and he was a mess.
"Yes, that is Darrell. Oh my God!" Mel screamed when she saw the condition the body was in. She slid down toward the floor. I caught her before she had gone too far. We got her seated. Mel was in no shape to answer the questions the Corner wanted to ask. She was crying quietly on the chair.
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