Date: Sat, 29 Aug 2015 01:21:38 -0400
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jackin' Jack Cox Epilogue

This story does NOT directly continue the saga which began with "The
Working Boys,"continued with "Ecstasy Island," followed by "Ecstasy
Renewed," "EcstasyInc," "The Pharm Boys," and "Erotic Isle: the Endless
Orgasm." However, like my other stories, it is unorthodox but quite
seductive, as are the figures depicted. Like "The Working boys," "Ecstasy
Island," and "Ecstasy Renewed" (all found under Bisexual Adult/Youth), as
well as "EcstasyInc," and "The Pharm Boys" and "Erotic Isle: the Endless
Orgasm." (found under Gay Adult/Youth), this one is also written in third
person and proceeds in something close to real time with extensive dialogue
to carry the story along and intense character development. Though there is
some mention of some of the characters from the earlier stories all the
people in this story are new characters.

Once more, this story is extremely orgasmic with all ejaculating dialogue
written in UPPER CASE. If you do not wish to be exposed to such material as
described, leave now.  If you are too young for this sort of thing, leave
now.  If reading this causes you to break the law where you live, leave
now.

Otherwise, take the time now to get naked and get your cock hard, start
strokin' it. Jack yourself off as you read and see if you can time your own
blasts of naked sexual pleasure with those of the characters in the
book. This one averages about one or two orgasms per chapter. For that
reason, I don't recommend reading more than one chapter at a time. Any more
than that might be hazardous to your sexual health...especially your hard,
throbbing cock.

Note: All drugs mentioned are fictitious.

If you like what you read, let me know at crackerjacker18@hotmail.com.


JACKIN' JACK COX

EPILOGUE


"Dad, I'm pregnant."

Susan Mathison and Jack Cox stood together before her father as he lay in
bed reading. For a long moment, there was no reaction, no change of
expression, not a word or the blink of an eye. Then Dr. Mathison slowly
lowered his reading glasses to his bare chest and gazed at them over the
pages of his book. "Are you sure?"

"I was due last week," Susan told him.

"Nothing? Not a drop?" Doc questioned.

Susan shook her head.

"Come over here, both of you. Sit down," Doc told them as he laid aside his
book. For once they were neither one naked. Jack wore a short, white, terry
robe. Susan wore an oversized T-shirt and bikini panties.

"I think it happened in the spa, the night she came back home," Jack
explained almost apologetically.

"Mmmm...I wouldn't be surprised," Doc nodded. "In fact, I'm not surprised
at all. I'm a little...what's the word? Dismayed...I guess. I should have
had you...take precautions...but..."

"You're not mad?" Susan reacted with some relief.

"No. I allowed it. Perhaps I even...in my own way...encouraged..." He
smiled. "I'm going to be a grandpa!"

"Aren't you a bit young for that?" Jack joked, knowing full well the irony
of his words.

"And you two...you're not? Doc laughed, pulling the both of them down into
his arms, kissing first one, then the other.

"Hey...I'm twelve, he's thirteen, that's old enough," Susan insisted.

"You got that right...old enough to get pregnant, obviously," Doc
noted. "Girl, I thought the other night when I saw you naked, you were
starting to get a little...bump."

"Ohhh, Dad, quit teasing," Susan laughed. "Ohhhhh fuck, that means I'm
gonna get fat and get sick every morning and...and..."

"And I'll get to hand out seegars," Jack quipped.

"And I'm going to have to beg some BIG favors," Doc added cryptically.

"Huh?" Jack questioned as the two righted themselves next to the naked
scientist, whose cock was hardening noticeably beneath the bed covers even
as they spoke.

"Well, young lady, I can't exactly go carting you off to the nearest
obstretician for prenatal care, can I?"

"You can't?" Jack asked blankly.

"Hmph...no...not without blowing the cover off everything we're doing
here...all my research..." Doc continued. "Despite certain rules of
confidentiality, people DO talk...even doctors, especially if they happen
to have a strict moral code."

"Can't YOU be my doctor, deliver the baby...you know...right here?" Susan
suggested.

Doc smiled at his young daughter's naivete. "That would seem to be the
simplest way to go, I agree," Doc admitted. "The problem is, the child will
need papers...a certificate of live birth, for one thing, and it probably
wouldn't hurt if you two were married, which will present more than a few
problems in and of itself."

"MARRIED!?" Susan exclaimed excitedly. She'd not even considered that
possibility.

"But aren't we too..." Jack objected.

"Young? Yes, WAY too young, emotionally, legally, and probably a dozen
other ways," Doc added. "The newspapers would LOVE a story like that,
'Pregnant twelve-year-old marries horny thirteen-year-old," that ought to
nab a few readers.

"We're going to have to leave the country," Doc decreed. "And for Susan's
sake, I'd say the sooner the better...before that 'bump' gets any bigger."

"Is it okay if we...you know...continue to..." Jack began awkwardly.

"FUCK?" Doc laughed. "What? You wanna try for TWINS?"

"No, I just...you know...don't want to hurt...her or the baby," Jack
reacted seriously.

"Put your mind at rest, Jack, it'll be months before you need worry about
that," Doc advised. "In fact, between now and then I wouldn't be surprised
if Susan will want MORE sex than ever before...if that's possible in her
case. Most women enjoy a heightened sexuality during pregnancy."

"Whew...that a load off my...did you say MORE?" Jack reacted.

"You may have to give up fuckin' my little brother," Susan teased.

"Speaking of which, does Destry know about this?" Doc asked seriously.

"You think we'd tell THAT little PRICK before we told you?" Susan reacted
in disgust.

"Jack, that sounds like something you should do," Doc suggested, he's going
to be involved in this too, you know."

"Des? How?" Susan asked in surprise.

"Jack, Susan, we're going to be taking a little...vacation, I guess you'd
call it. I'll charter a plane, we'll hop over to the Bahamas for the next
few months...maybe a year or more," Doc announced.

"The Bahamas? Where's that?" Jack asked in his geographic ignorance.

"It's a small group of islands a few hundred miles off the coast of
Florida," Doc explained.  "I have a colleague, has a place on a private
island there...and most of all, I have a few friends in high places there
who can probably supply the paperwork allowing us to eventually apply for
dual citizenship...here and there."

"How's that work?" Jack asked.

"Well, you two are American citizens, yet the baby will be born on Bahamian
soil, so...initially at least, the child will have Bahamian citizenship,
but once we're back here...maybe a year or two from now, we'll finagle a
second birth certificate...I know some people at a clinic here in
Malibu..."

"What's it like on Bahama?" Susan asked out of curiosity.

"Warm...hot even, especially in summer, quite tropical, and most of all
private--few questions," Doc told his daughter patiently. "And it'll be
easier to lie about your ages and get you two married off there too."

"One problem," Jack said softly.

"Oh," Doc looked at him skeptically.

"I don't have a birth certificate...nothing to prove my age."

"No problem, we can get a copy at the courthouse before we leave." Doc told
him.

Jack shook his head. "It's a long story."

"Oh? How about you tell it to me, I've got lots of time at the moment," Doc
instructed sternly.

"No," Jack replied.

"Jack..." Susan pleaded. It was the first time she'd ever known him to
resist her father in anything.

"NO!" Jack repeated more firmly.

"If there's something in your past...whatever it is...we can work around
it...work through it," Doc tried reasoning.

"No, you can't know...there's too much riding on it...on your NOT knowing,"
Jack insisted. "No one can ever know."

"What? You KILL someone or something?" Doc joked.

Jack cringed. Doc had come much closer to the truth than he could ever
know. A twelve-year-old Jack Cox had, in effect, if not in fact, killed his
former self, James Jackson "Jackie" Roberts, sending him on a short walk
across a wide ocean. The future of the entire Cox family for dozens of
generations, hundreds of years to come, hung from the slender thread of his
now and forever being Jack Cox, being the progenitor of a long line of
billionaire business moguls, and on the tiny embryo now growing inside the
slender, immature body of his future wife. "No one can ever know."