A Baby's Gotta Do...

“Do you hear something, Howard?” Betty (the twins’ mother) asked as she moved her head away from the TV. “Are the kids all right?”

“I’ll go check,” he replied as he pushed his blue hair back from in front of his eyes. He proceeded down the dark hallway towards the twins’ room. A moaning sound emitted from the room on the left. It had taken Howard merely seconds to realize that the high-pitched voice that the moan came from was his daughter, Lil’s. He ran as fast as he could towards their doorway, nearly tripping on the way. I hope she isn’t hurt, he thought as he raced into their room.

What he saw astounded him – surely it was not normal to for infants to be… interacting with each other in such an intense and adult manner. If you would have told Howard ‘your kids are having sex’ before this moment, he would have laughed and probably would have attempted to hurt you. But now… as he stared at the two “having fun” with each other, he thought it was kind of nice. Kind of… cute. Kind of… kind of hot.

He quickly decided what he should do. Surely he should not interfere with something so natural. Instead, he decided to make the best of this and turn it into a win-win situation. He quickly unzipped his pants, pulled them down, and slid his boxers down to his ankles.

“HOWARD, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU…” Betty came storming in, but her loud vocals quickly simmered down. It was hard to tell if she was shocked, aroused, or a mixture between the two.

Howard ignored her. He was fiercely rubbing, harder and harder as he stared at the twins making love. Lil was still moaning every so often, savoring the pleasure that was being induced by her brother. Betty just smiled. She took off all of her clothes, winked at Howard, and began to finger herself. Howard couldn’t resist his urges, he penetrated his wife within a split second.

“I guess what we’re doing must be okay if Mommy and Daddy are doing it,” Phil whispered to Lil, who was still moaning and making awkward faces.

Seemingly at once – as if their bodies were connected – the twins both gasped out the loudest cry either had ever heard before. They could not think clearly – each muscle was tingling, alive with energy. Lil fainted from the insane amounts of pleasure.

Phil stared down at his “boy parts,” and then down at his diaper. He couldn’t help but imagine what the odd substance was. He quickly dipped his finger in it and then inserted it into his mouth.

“Wow, you even get free vanilla pudding out of this, too!”

The end.