Unhappy Accidents

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I guess Connie and I had always been close. She was five years older than me, so by the time I came around, she understood that babies needed a lot of attention and she needed a different type of attention from my parents. Maybe I was a doll for her at first, but she readily assisted with looking after me. As I grew up, I was probably annoying, since I followed her around constantly, trying to do everything my big sister did.

Connie seemed to enjoy my company as I got older, she didn't treat me like an insect or irritation. Sure, when she was with her friends, she would gently impress upon me the need to give her some space, but she was never mean about it and I did what I could to respect her wishes. I liked her too much to make her mad at me.

I was thirteen and Connie eighteen when I was talking about being interested in girls. Connie took me aside when my parents weren't around and taught me how to kiss. Somewhat eagerly, I asked if there was anything else she could teach me about what to do with girls, but she laughed and said I'd be on my own from hereon in, her work done.

I also became acutely aware that she showed a preference for girls rather than boys. She may have publicly identified as bisexual, but she almost never dated guys and had plenty of girlfriends through high-school and when she began attending university. My parents were supportive of her choices and Connie was a quietly confident young woman, even if she wasn't possessed of an assertive or forceful personality.

Perhaps in contrast to the normal division of personalities between children, I was the one with the dominant and assertive personality. I was good at academics, but I also was very athletic, belonging to many teams in middle and high school. I grew quickly, approaching the six-foot mark by the time I was in Grade 9. I exercised vigorously, possessing a rangy, muscular build before graduation. Connie was graduating as I was entering high school, but everyone knew who we were and not to mess with either of us, for fear of the other.

Case in point- I once punched a senior guy in the jaw so hard that I dislocated it, because he wouldn't take no for an answer from Connie about a date. Even though I was only in Grade 9, it established my reputation as someone to not cross. Connie once beat up several sophomore girls who were trying to fight with me, because they knew I wouldn't fight back. We always looked out for one another.

Connie's kissing lessons paid off and I had plenty of action throughout high school. Messing around with girls never interfered with my academics or sports activities, mostly because I wanted to make my sis proud of me and attend university like she had. I jokingly told her to pick a major that would take many years to achieve a doctorate in, so that I could spend more than a single semester at the same institution with her.

Now I'm eighteen and in my first semester of university, while Connie is working on a doctorate in her selected field of astrophysics. Our university is in-town and I am living at home still while she lives on-campus. Mom and dad said that if I aced my first semester, we'd look at getting me some on-campus residence too.

Perhaps I would have enjoyed rooming with Connie, but she had a steady girlfriend, Denise, who she was already living with. She was a nice girl, and mom, dad and I all liked her. Denise was perfectly happy letting me visit their apartment and studying with Connie. Sometimes I even helped her with her studies, at least in terms of quizzing her on some subjects. By now, Connie had more or less come out as lesbian and we were expecting them to get married soon after they graduated. I was happy for her.

When Connie had lived at home while I was growing up, she'd been casual about walking around in various states of undress, probably because I was considerably younger than her. By the time my hormones were really kicking in, she'd already headed off to university, so it wasn't a concern. But she also knew how much I respected her, so when I visited her and her girlfriend at their apartment on campus, it wasn't unusual for Connie or Denise to be less than completely dressed upon my arrival.

It's not like they walked around buck-naked while I was there, although seeing them in long shirt and panties or bra and underwear was not uncommon. Sometimes they'd be heading back and forth between their bedroom and bathroom and I would see their breasts, but nobody said anything about it. I respected their home and they returned the favour by not making a big deal of it.

I was sitting on their couch one night, laughing and joking with the two of them. Connie was sitting in her favourite plush chair, her legs curled up under her while she wore a long shirt and pink panties while reading some astrophysics report on her tablet. Denise was sitting next to me, wrapped in a towel and nothing else while drinking a glass of wine.

Denise and Connie were both laughing at a joke I'd just made and Denise gently pinched my cheek.

"You're so witty," she giggled, her cheeks slightly flushed, although whether this was from the shower she'd just had or her third glass of wine, I didn't know. "You're a real catch, John. If I didn't like girls, I'd totally date you."

"Thanks."

"D, don't embarrass him." Connie chided gently from her chair, looking up and smirking. "Don't you think it's a little odd to hear that your sister's girlfriend would boink you?"

"Oh, please," Denise snorted in response, taking another sip of wine and peering at my sister. "You'd totally sleep with him if you weren't brother and sister, you said so yourself."

Connie almost choked on her own glass of wine and looked at her girlfriend in shock. "Denise!"

"What? You did," Denise continued, shrugging while I just sat there, looking straight ahead and saying nothing. "He's cute. And we know he's got a big dick, we saw it that one day at the campus aquatic cent-"

"You! Shut your cake hole!" Connie hissed as she crossed the floor in the blink of an eye and dragged Denise off the couch and toward their bedroom. Denise lost her towel in the process and my eyes widened as I saw her naked, staggering away behind my sister. She had a pretty nice body, I had to admit. The bedroom door shut and there was an extended bout of intense whispering that followed.

I waited awkwardly, drinking my beer and trying to not let what I'd heard overwhelm me. Connie wanted to sleep with me? No, she didn't, she just found me attractive enough that if we hadn't been related she would have sex with me.

And that thrilled me in a way it shouldn't have.

The quiet but heated argument took on a different tone, punctuated by occasional muffled giggling. Finally, the door opened and Denise poked her head out.

"John?" she called quietly, getting my attention. "Don't go anywhere, I still need you to finish helping me with my studying. This might take a few minutes, though. Help yourself to anything in the fridge!"

She then closed the door and I tried to shut out any further noises I heard. Eventually, though, I could hear moans of pleasure and gasping, so I turned on the television to muffle the sounds and got myself another beer. The panting and moans got more regular until half an hour had passed and there was one stifled cry of delight and another guttural groan mingling with it. I tried not to think about which of them made which noise.

They both eventually came back out to the living room, a white coverlet wrapped around each of them. They were both a little flushed, slightly sweaty and had sex-hair. Connie flopped down on the couch on one side of me, gazing at the ceiling, while Denise sat back in her former location to my right. She picked up her wine and took another sip as if nothing had happened.

"Sorry about that," she said finally, smiling. "Your sister and I had a... disagreement... that needed resolution."

"Count on you to somehow turn it into sex, you harlot." Connie muttered, still staring blankly at the ceiling. "And don't listen to her, she's not sorry. I'm sorry, though, John. Accept my apologies."

"Nothing to apologize for," I said easily, hoping I sounded like I meant it. There wasn't anything to apologize for, I just didn't want Connie to feel embarrassed. "If what Denise said is true and she's not just teasing, then I guess I'm flattered."

Connie turned her head to look at me, eyebrow raised. "You're not weirded out?"

"Well, it's not anything I ever expected to hear," I admitted. "But yeah, flattered. If a woman found me attractive, sis, I'd want her to be like you."

Connie's eyes glassed over and then she threw her arms around me in a hug, her body pressed into my side. I didn't move, especially since I could feel her impressive breasts against my ribcage.

"Told you he was awesome..." she murmured. Denise leaned in and hugged me from the other side, her face buried in my shoulder. "Couldn't agree more."

Yup, that's me, John the Lipstick Lesbian Sandwich.

***

Nothing quite that awkward (for me, anyway) happened for the next few visits over to their place. Sure, Denise pinched my cheek occasionally and teased me a little, but nothing out of the ordinary. If anything, she was a little quieter than usual around me. Every once in a while, I thought I saw her sort of observing me, but I didn't think anything of it. Maybe Connie had told her to not embarrass me so often. Connie was maybe a little more tactile with me, but once again, I thought nothing of it. I'd found she often was like that when it got to be 'that time of the month'.

Then I got a call asking me to come over and see her, she wanted to talk to me about something. I headed on over after all my homework and other various chores were finished and knocked on their dorm door. I might mention that these were not crappy little dorm rooms they were housed in, but apartments in a building that the university had purchased and reserved for senior students working on their doctorates. It was a nice place, at least by dorm standards.

"Hi, Johnny, c'mon in." Connie said, smiling warmly as she answered the door. She was wearing a t-shirt that didn't do much to conceal her considerable bust and some snug jeans. Her dark, Dutch-bob hair was looking pretty tonight, not that it didn't regularly. She gestured for me to come in and closed the door behind me. Before I was in the apartment, I could smell Italian food.

"Wow, nice," I remarked as I looked at the dining table, seeing three chairs and dining arrangements set out. My sister's amazing spaghetti with meatballs, one of my favourite foods in the whole universe, awaited. "What's the occasion?"

"Connie and I had something to discuss with you." Denise said as she gestured for me to sit. She poured a glass of red wine for me and put a hearty helping of spaghetti and extra meatballs on my plate. "So we're just buttering you up ahead of time."

"Jeez, do you need me to write your doctorate or something?" I asked, a little perplexed. "Do you need someone bumped off so you can get a staff position?"

"Nothing that illegal," Denise giggled. "Although you might find it every bit as weird at first. Let's just enjoy and eat before we get down to business."

And so we ate the wonderful food and made small talk, mostly with them interrogating me about my courses and my social life. We made our way through two bottles of a stout red wine that Connie loved to serve with her spaghetti and we were all suitably mellow when we were finished and having tartufo for dessert.

"Wow, I'm stuffed," I sighed, leaning back in my chair. "I thought I could never get enough of Connie's spaghetti, but this came close."

Connie smirked. "Well, we ate all of it, so trying to exceed your capacity will have to wait. More wine?"

I accepted another glass and she poured more for herself and Denise. We went over to the couch and sat down, my sister and her girlfriend turning in to face me, legs tucked underneath them. I guess there was enough wine in me to think nothing of this arrangement. Connie took a sip of her wine and then a deep breath.

"So," she began, looking into her glass at the deep, ruby-red liquid. "You may recall that we asked you over so we could discuss something."

I nodded.

"Well, first thing you need to know is that I proposed to Denise and we're getting married." Connie continued.

"That's wonderful, sis!" I exclaimed, turning and hugging her tight. She held me for a moment and then I turned and hugged Denise. "Congrats! Do mom and dad know?"

"Not per se," Connie admitted as I turned my attention back to her. "But they've both been bugging me for a date, since it's fairly obvious. But I didn't bring you here to talk about that, at least not just that. Denise and I are both doing so well in our fields that we're likely to be offered positions here at the university once we finish our studies. Our grades are as good as anyone's, but we want to cement in people's minds that we're the right candidates for the job, ready to commit to the institution and settle in."

I nodded, waiting for her to continue.

"There's a good-sized house on campus that's up for sale and we're thinking of buying it," she said. "But it's got four bedrooms and we don't want to seem greedy or grasping by taking it for ourselves. We need to fill it up with a family."

"Are you asking me to move in with you?" I queried, my hopes rising.

"No, although I think we'd like that too," she said, smiling and shaking her head. "You're always free to come and stay, but we need a family-family, as in one of our own. Having kids would show the university that we mean to stay."

"Well, the two of you aren't exactly equipped to start a family in the standard biological sense." I pointed out, intrigued. "You'll need to go find a donor."

"Exactly," Connie agreed, nodding. "And here's is where I'm hoping I've fed you enough spaghetti and wine that this won't seem weird..."

She drew another breath and looked at me intently. "We were hoping you'd agree to be the father of Denise's baby."

I said nothing. I freely admit that I hadn't been ready for that. At all. I was silent for several seconds, but it probably felt to the two of them like a thousand years. Finally, I blinked. "You... want me, your brother, to get your girlfriend pregnant?"

Connie nodded and I felt Denise put a hand gently on my shoulder. I turned to sit straight and stare at the wall opposite us, trying to process what I was being asked. Connie placed her hand on top of mine and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I know it's a lot to ask and extremely weird, but... we talked about it and we think it's actually not a bad idea."

"It's a helluva lot to think about." I murmured, still stunned. "So, what, I go to a donation site and you guys would get my donation and-"

"Maybe that's why so much wine was involved in this," Denise giggled, interrupting me. "I'm a virgin John, at least in the traditional man-and-woman sense. I've never had sex with a man before. Connie and I discussed it and if we're going to use you as a donor, we think you should at least be allowed to have sex with me and be my only male ever."

My eyes widened and I looked at Denise before gaping at my sister. She nodded her affirmation of the statement. My mind was practically whirling at the point. I pinched my eyes as I tried to sort things out. Connie kept her hand on top of mine, waiting patiently. Clearly, she intended to give me all the time I needed to process this.

"So, let me get this straight, pardon the expression," I said finally. "You two want a family. Not only that, you want me to be the donor who gives you a child. To top it off, my sister wants me to fuck her girlfriend to give her the baby?"

"Well of course it's going to sound crazy when you say it like that," Denise pointed out, still keeping her hand on my shoulder. "Johnny, I'm a lesbian, but I'll admit I find you attractive. It's possibly because I'm so in love with your sister and I see a lot of her in you, who knows, but she and I agree you'd be a great donor who would give us an exceptional kid."

"But... what if I don't want to be a dad?" I asked, trying to not make it sound like a protest.

"That's absolutely your choice and your choice alone," Connie said gently, smiling. "But will you at least hear our entire reasoning for all this before making a decision?"

"Yes." I said simply, meaning it. I loved my sister and owed her that. I agreed to listen without hesitation, simply because she was Connie. She could've been asking me to have sex with a cactus and I've had heard her out. She no doubt felt the same. This weirdness would never change that devotion.

She took another sip of wine and continued. Doubtless she had told Denise she'd be the person making this pitch. "I wasn't terribly crazy about the idea of a donor, simply because you can never know for certain about all the genetic traits of the man you end up choosing, no matter what the clinic may tell you. But with you, I already know in embarrassing detail. I know your complete medical history and can account for the fact that we have no major medical or psychological flaws in our family."

I nodded, letting her continue. She was right, we were reasonably genetically sound as a tribe. Sure, there'd been a relative with diabetes and another few who died of cancer, but nothing in our immediate family that jumped out as a risk. Grandma smoked herself to death, but that wasn't inherited.

"We were despairing of finding a donor we trusted and ever justifiably getting that house, so we got drunk. Denise bemoaned not being able to find someone like you, because you were pretty amazing and sex with you would be tolerable."

"And that's when you both realized that I could, in theory, be a donor." I stated.

She nodded. "My adopted child would actually be my niece or nephew, meaning I'd be more emotionally dedicated to them than ever. You and I had always agreed to be legal guardians to one another's kids if anything happened to us, anyway."

"Fair enough," I allowed. We had indeed agreed to that. "But what the hell would you tell mom and dad?"

She drew a deep breath. "If they ask, we'll start out by saying donors are anonymous, for the most part. If they press, we'll just lie. Your name will never come up."

"And if the kid looks unmistakably like me, like no question it's my kid?"

"Then we'll break down and admit you were the donor," she sighed. "Don't worry, we'll buy you bullet-proof body armour in that event. And knowing mom and dad, they'll come around."

I looked at the far wall again and squeezed my eyes shut. Was this almost making sense because of all the wine?

"And no, we'd never ask for a thing from you as the father," she added, squeezing my hand. "With any luck, no one would ever know, and in all likelihood, we'll both be making more than enough money to raise a kid comfortably."

"But I'm going to know," I reasoned. "Even if everyone else on earth, including the kid Denise has, thinks I'm Uncle John, I'm going to know that's my child. If I get married and have my own kids, I'll still have another family. What do I tell my wife?"

Connie smiled, her eyes deep with warmth and love. "And that's why this is your decision. John. Because only you can work that out. Whatever you decide, I'll respect it and love you as much as ever. So will Denise. Your saying no won't change anything."

"Are you sure?" I asked, perhaps a tad worried she might resent me if I said no.

She smiled again. "Johnny, any marriage is built on trust and understanding. If you are falling in love with some girl, I imagine you'd tell her about the kid you have with Denise and why it happened. And if she's the awesome girl I know she'll be who's worthy of you, she'll understand and even celebrate it."

She leaned in and spoke quietly. "I'm not saying that this decision is set squarely on your shoulders with all the pressure involved, what I'm saying is that this is absolutely your decision. It's yours alone to make. If it's ridiculous, say so. Denise and I are emotionally biased and can't be objective. We'll abide by your decision without a second thought."

"It is ridiculous," I thought to myself, else closed. But I worshipped the ground my sister walked on and would do anything to make her happy. "Completely and utterly ridiculous."

I opened my eyes. "I'm not saying no," I breathed. "But can any further discussions happen while we're not drunk?"

My sister and Denise agreed readily.

***

We discussed the matter a lot over the next few months. True to their word, they didn't pressure me. I didn't avoid the subject, discussing it readily, even if it was just for assurances. They may have put no pressure on me, but I knew they wanted those jobs and that house, so I owed it to them to not beat around the bush and wait until it was too late, that would have been a dick move. If I had no intention of going through with this, I should have said so up-front.

Connie and Denise got married in a quiet little legal ceremony in one of the parks on campus. Mom, dad and I attended, along with some members of the faculty. Several wished them luck in getting the house and the jobs, so clearly there was a lot of good will involved. It seemed more and more obvious to me that a child would cement the deal. Mom and dad brought up the notion of a donor, which only made sense. My sister and her new wife said they were looking into it, but no details beyond that.

A few weeks after the wedding, we were sitting around in their living room, just enjoying a beautiful summer evening. I was drinking a beer and they were having sangrias. I guess I'd known since the wedding what my answer was going to be, but it had taken me until now to get the courage up to say it. I steeled myself and finished my beer.

"Okay, I'm in." I said with what I hoped sounded like resolve. "So how do we do this?"

There was silence from the two of them for several moments as they tried to digest that I had agreed to their crazy little plan. Denise stared at me dumbly. "Well, you're the straight male, shouldn't you know how this works already?"

"Dear, hush," Connie said, quieting her spouse and looking at me steadily. "John, are you sure? I know we said we would need or want nothing from you, but this is still a big emotional commitment on your part. I want you to be absolutely certain."

"I guess I am," I said quietly. "I want to do this, sis. For you. I'll do anything to make you happy."

Connie hugged me tightly, her body trembling. "Thank you so much... thank you..."

When she pulled back from the hug there were tears in her eyes and she wiped them away. "I guess now comes the logistics part, hm? We have to decide how to get my wife pregnant."

"I'm gonna need to be drunk," Denise said, sipping at her wine. "Johnny here may be hunky, but he's still a man and that's squick to me. I need to be drunk, at least the first time."

"First time?" I asked, raising my eyebrow.

"Well, sure," Connie reasoned, smiling. "There's absolutely no guarantee that you'll knock her up the first time you two... have sex. It might take a few sessions, after all. We'll make sure that she's ovulating and really fertile when you try."

"Oh," I said, realizing exactly how dumb I must have sounded at that moment. "That makes sense. Guess I never really considered that aspect of it."

"Understandable," my sister said. "This whole situation is a little unusual, after all. I guess what counts is how you two are comfortable with it."

"Yah." Denise and I said in unison.

"Denise, you can't be white-girl wasted," Connie mentioned, looking at her wife. "There's not enough research yet on how much alcohol affects a child, even on the night of conception. Tipsy is one thing, blind drunk is another."

"What about me?" I asked.

"Probably even less of a chance, but I don't want to see my baby brother shit-faced fucking my wife." Connie replied.

"Yeah, where are you even going to be during all this?" I asked, finally voicing a question that had been niggling in the back of my mind. "Fucking my sister's wife to get her pregnant is weird enough, but we've never really discussed where you'll be during all of this sex."

"Well, we've never discussed where I'll be with you," Connie corrected, taking another drink. "Denise and I have discussed it at length. Should I be nowhere to be found, should I be nearby in the house..."

"Or in the room while we do it." Denise added, drunk enough to crack open the one prospect everyone seemed to be avoiding.

"That... seems a little strange, given how awkward this whole thing is to begin with." I said finally. "I mean, I've read my share of Margaret Atwood, so I know about the whole 'wife in the room while her husband gets the substitute pregnant' thing, but this is not an Atwood dystopia either."

"Yeah, it's a little weird," Denise agreed. "Even before we had considered this with you or even discussed having kids, I guess Connie and I just figured she'd be there if I ever had sex with a guy. Hell, it was likely to be a threesome, since he wasn't a blood relative. But I can't imagine having sex with any guy if Connie isn't at least nearby. She's my wife, after all."

I think Connie was keeping quiet because it was Denise and I who were going to be having sex and conceiving this kid, so her opinion and wishes more or less didn't count as much. If her presence interfered with conception, why were we doing any of this?

"Denise," I said, turning to look at her. "Be completely honest with me- do you want Connie to be present when we do this?"

"I... I really do," she said, trying to sound confident in her answer. "I don't know if I could do this without her. I'm not trying to be a perv, John, honest. I think I need her there so I don't feel alone or threatened."

I nodded. I knew she didn't consider me a threat, but there was a principal involved. "I think I can possibly do this if Connie is there, or in spite of her being there. Sis, what do you think?"

Connie paused before answering. "Watching my little brother fuck my wife and have a baby with her sounds weird, but Denise and I agreed that ultimately we both want me to be there. I want to be there when my child is conceived."

"Well I guess I'm definitely going to go light on the drinking," I laughed. "My urge is to get so drunk that I wouldn't be able to get it up."

"Am I not hot enough to give you an erection?" Denise demanded.

"Oh, stop," Connie hissed, shushing her wife, who giggled. "Be nice or no nookie for you. Johnny, if you're truly willing to do this, then thank you. I owe you everything. I guess we'll let you know when Denise is ovulating and invite you over?"

"I guess that's how it'll work, yeah." I answered, shrugged. "Weirdest booty call ever."

"Let's just agree to not use awkward language about it from now on," Connie sighed. "Can we agree on that?"

"I can," Denise purred, standing up and then sitting on my lap, grinding her ass into me. "He won't be able to get enough of thisssssssssss..."

"Oh, for the love of God, stop!" Connie exclaimed while I laughed and smacked her wife's behind. I'm not sure this was exactly what she'd signed up for.

***

"You sure you're okay to do this?" Connie asked for the twentieth time over text messaging. I know she was nervous, but this was getting ridiculous.

"Well, now that you mention it..." I replied, smiling evilly.

"Oh, God, Johnny, I'm so sorry! I knew we pushed you too hard! I'm sorry, please forgive me!"

"Relax, I'm just fucking with your head." I messaged, ending her torture. "You're being crazy paranoid, just calm down and think of the positives. Denise is fertile, we're gonna try and get her pregnant. Look forward to it."

"You're right, I'm just stressing," she admitted. "Denise hasn't been helping, she's been walking around in skimpy lingerie all day, talking about finally getting some d and making pumping-thrusting motions with her hips."

"So pin her down and fuck the shit out of her until she behaves," was my response. "Might make my life a little easier later in any event."

"..."

"I'll be over after I fix the sink in mom and dad's bathroom. Relax, sis, it'll be fine. This is what you were hoping for, remember? Things are going according to plan."

"That's true. Okay, I'll see you in a few hours. We'll have spaghetti and wine ready. Love you!"

"Love you too, sis."

***

Denise and Connie answered the door together and said hello. I smiled somewhat awkwardly and held up a bouquet of flowers. Both girls stared at the flowers for a moment, unsure of what to say. I shifted back and forth from foot-to-foot.

"Who... who are they for?" Denise asked.

"I don't know," I answered, shrugging. "I always bring flowers when I'm gonna have sex."

"Oh, you sound pretty sure of yourself," Denise teased, taking the flowers. I noticed now that she was wearing a snug t-shirt and jeans, along with sandals. She was wearing her hair back in a ponytail. She saw me noticing and blushed a little.

"Yeah, I've got blowjob hair," she admitted. "I've been watching videos online about how to do them and keeping your hair down may be sexy, but it'll interfere. Well, that and block your sister's view."

I looked at Connie. "You decided to stay with us?"

"I... yeah," she said quietly, going pink. "Not only do I want to be there for Denise, but I think I wanna be there when my child is conceived."

"Uh, may I come in?" I asked, smiling. "Awkward conversation to have in a doorway."

"Oh, shit, yeah." Denise said hastily. Stepping aside and gesturing for me to enter. As my sister had mentioned in our earlier conversation, there was lovely Italian food waiting for us. Connie took the flowers from me and found a vase to put them in while Denise led me to the table and sat me down. They then both sat and began sharing the food. Knowing that this entire lead-up would be awkward, I smiled and tried to make them relax.

"Look, I know this is going to be a strange evening for all of us, one way or another." I began. "Denise is having sex with a man for the first time, not to mention her wife's younger brother, Connie's younger brother is about to try and get her wife pregnant, and I'm trying to impregnate my sister's wife. Everything about this situation is weird."

They both nodded.

"So the way I look at it, and I've been thinking about this, we should just throw our concerns and reservations to the wind. If we're going to do this, let's just go for it. Let's not be awkward. I'll do everything I can to make this a good experience for Denise."

"I'd appreciate that." Denise said quietly.

"After all," I added. "If we don't get her pregnant tonight, we're gonna have to keep trying, and I'd rather have her looking forward to it, rather than dreading it."

Denise snickered and even Connie smirked as I did an impression of Denise, rolling her eyes. "Oh God, Connie, your dumb little brother is coming over to fuck me again, it's gonna be so annoying. He keeps missing my G-spot and won't choose a position..."

Denise finally reined in her giggling. "Well I'm glad you intend to find my G-spot, that'll make things easier, for sure. I've been practicing blowjobs on dildos, so with any luck I won't be completely hopeless."

Dinner was pleasant and I managed to make them relax, even Connie, who seemed more nervous than Denise, even though she wasn't the one having sex. I guess I didn't blame her. I didn't want her to be unhappy, I was doing this for her, after all.

Dinner was finished and Denise had finished a third glass of wine, so she was feeling mellow and open. They cleaned off the table and then Denise went and turned on a music station on the TV before smiling at me. "Care to dance?" she asked.

I joined her and we danced slowly around the room while Connie watched from the couch, sitting with her feet under her and drinking another glass of wine. I reminded myself to not be delicate with Denise and held her close while we danced, our bodies pressed so we could get used to the feel of one another. Her eyes widened at first, but then she smiled, realizing what I was doing.

"Clever boy," she said, putting her hands on my back. "A little bit of naughty dancing will probably help."

"Well, you're not wearing a bra, so I'm already noticing." I said, grinning. Indeed, her nipples were poking me in the chest and she blushed. I gripped her back a little tighter, keeping her pressed to me. "I guess I'm the veteran here, since I know my way around a girl and this is your first time with a guy."

She nodded. "Connie says she was the one who taught you how to kiss. I know how good she is, so you must be pretty good, right?"

I replied by kissing her. She stiffened for a moment and drew in a breath, but then responded in kind, her body melting into mine. Her hands moved down to my butt and squeezed my cheeks. She moaned and her tongue began to tangle with mine. I felt her squirming her chest against me. I was glad she was putting her reservations and nervousness aside and just going for it, this was the only way this would work.

"Mmmmmmm, she did teach you," Denise murmured through the kiss, her eyes closed. "I hope you're as good at licking pussy."

"Well I didn't teach him that." Connie said from the couch. "Whatever he knows, he learned on his own."

"Care for a demonstration?" I asked, my hands fondling her ass cheeks, much as she was doing to me. I was gently pressing my hips forward, my cock pressing against her through our pants.

"I think I'm buzzed enough for that," she breathed, her eyes shining. "Let's go!"

She took my hand and led me over to the big, plush chair. She was beginning to undo her pants when I stopped her.

"Allow me." I said quietly.

She nodded and I gently eased her into the chair. I kept eye contact with her while I unbuttoned her jeans and slowly slid them off. She was more tan than my sister, but hardly swarthy. She was blushing furiously as her tiny thong panties were exposed.

"Why so nervous?" I asked, smiling. "I've seen you in bra and panties before, not to mention buck naked that one time. I think you've got a great body."

"For real?" she asked, smiling hopefully.

"Same as I've always told you," Connie mentioned from her place nearby. "Now a straight guy told you so."

"I guess that's a pretty good enduhhhhhmmmmmmmm..." Denise gasped as I eased my face between her legs and nipped her pussylips through her panties. She shivered and gripped the arms of the chair and squirmed around me, her feet suddenly on the cushion. "Ohhh, shit..."

I decided to keep going, not full-tilt but to not let her relax. I held onto her thighs and began licking at the lacy fabric of her thong, which was already warm and even a little wet before I started. Denise let her head fall back and she moaned as I dragged my tongue up and down the front panel of her panties. I nipped gently again, pulling on the fabric. Her legs squirmed and she grew wet rapidly.

"Oh, Jesus," she hissed. "He's got some skills."

I looked up at her while licking her and was pleased to see her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip. One of her hands moved in and rested on the back of my head, fingers kneading in my hair. I nipped at her inner thigh, eliciting another gasp.

I took the edge of her panties between my teeth and began tugging them away, sliding my hands in to hook my thumbs into the garment and slowly sliding them down. She looked down at me with glazed eyes as she lifted her behind, allowing me to work them down her thighs. As I slid her thong off, Denise pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her completely naked. She wasn't gorgeous the way my sister was, but she was attractive enough that I wanted to fuck her.

I tossed her panties aside and leaned back in, licking her glistening pussy without hesitation. Denise groaned again as I slid my tongue up and down her netherlips, parting them. My tongue slithered around her clit and she pushed her hips against my face. Her hands moved up to her breasts and massaged them while I lapped at her.

I took a quick look up while my tongue teased her clit. I could see her kneading her breasts eagerly, her eyes narrowed as she stared over my head, past me. I realized she was maintaining eye contact with my sister. I reminded myself how important this was for both of them, but was also acutely aware that my sister was in the room, just a few feet behind me, watching me lick her wife's pussy.

And I could feel myself getting harder.

I pushed my tongue inside Denise and she gasped sharply and almost spasmed around me. Her earthy taste in my mouth urged me to get farther inside her. I was thrilled with how she was responding and my hands left her thighs to move up to her breasts, groping them along with her. Denise groaned shamelessly and her legs hooked around my back, keeping me in place.

"Gnnnnnnn, that's good..." she breathed, squirming beneath my touch. Her nipples were hard as diamonds and I pinched them and gave them a tug. Her pussy was sloppy-wet around my tongue, her arousal glistening on my chin. I lashed her insides mercilessly, seeing what it took to make her cum.

I had my answer seconds later when she gripped my head suddenly, nails digging into my skull and her legs constricting around me. She jammed her hips against my face and wailed loudly, writhing as she came.

"Wow, well done, John," Connie mused from the couch. "I normally make her bury her face in a pillow if I think she's gonna scream, but you got her there so quickly I didn't think of it."

"Thanks," I breathed as I pulled back from between Denise's legs while she sagged into the chair, sighing heavily and caressing herself languidly. "I aim to please."

"You only get to do that once or I'll be too pooped to fuck," Denise murmured, one of her hands now playing with her sticky pussy. She brought her fingers up to her mouth and tasted herself, humming contentedly. "So can I try sucking your dick now? I've been practicing just for the occasion."

I looked briefly at Connie and she nodded subtly. It still felt weird, getting naked in front of my sister, but by her own admission she'd seen me naked recently and there was no hiding the bulge in my jeans in any event. I stripped off my t-shirt and then undid my pants, beginning to hike them down.

"Uh-uh," Denise chided, reaching over to take hold of me. "My turn..."

I watched as she undid my pants and pulled them down, leaving me in my boxers. I stepped out of the puddle of my jeans and waited while she ran her hand over the silky material of my underwear, her fingers tracing around my prominent erection. Then her hand slipped in the hold in the front of my boxers and took hold of my shaft gently.

"Oh, goodness," she murmured as she felt me. "It's soft and hard all at once, more than any dildo I've tried. And big, full balls, too."

"Just warning you now, I cum a lot." I said, smiling.

"Good to know," Denise replied, withdrawing her hand and then pulling my boxers down, allowing my hard cock to spring free. "But I'm not planning on swallowing, it's all going in me, right?"

She looked past me and grinned at Connie. "We were right about how big he is."

"Glad to hear it," Connie replied somewhat evenly. "Now what are you going to do with it?"

Denise leaned in and started by kissing the head of my cock, then swirling her tongue around the tip. Her hand moved gently along the shaft while she teased me. Slowly, she took the head in her mouth and pushed down the length a little bit.

"Mmmmm," she hummed around me. "It's really different."

She then started bobbing back and forth slowly, moving slightly down my length with each movement. She certainly didn't get all the way down, but she made it maybe halfway before stopping and holding still, feeling me inside her mouth.

I watched as she began moving back and forth again, keeping her hand fixed around the base of my cock. I could feel her sliding her tongue around experimentally while she sucked on me. I could hear Connie shifting behind me on the couch while she watched. I was standing off to the side, so she had a pretty good view of what her wife was doing to me.

Denise pulled her mouth off me and breathed heavily, her eyes glazed with lust. She looked up at me, still pumping my cock with her hand. "I think you need to fuck me now, Johnny. Where should we do it?"

I looked over at Connie, waiting for her input. She fidgeted for a moment and took a deep breath. "Let's go with the plan we discussed, Denise."

Denise nodded and took me by the hand, leading me to the bedroom. Connie stood up and followed, closing the door. The room was dimly lit from a rock salt lamp in the corner. Denise's hand was back on my cock, stroking steadily as if to make sure my erection went nowhere.

"Johnny, since Denise wants me to feel like a part of this whole experience, I'm going to sit back on the bed," my sister said. "Then Denise is going to lie back on me and I'll hold her while you kneel between her legs. From there, you can fuck her and cum in her."

I nodded. I found myself wondering if Connie was going to get naked, not sure if the idea excited me or not. Thankfully, she simply climbed onto the bed, fully clothed, sitting back against the headboard with her knees bent and legs spread. She nodded to her wife and Denise led me over to the bed. She crawled onto the bed on all fours, looking back at me and smiling before wiggling her butt. I could see her wet pussy in the dim light before she turned over and laid back on my sister. They looked at one another and kissed lovingly while Denise spread her legs wide for me. She then looked at me, smiling. "Give me that dick, big boy..."

I moved in and knelt in front of her, sidling forward. I chuckled as my throbbing erection hovered over her hips. "I know you two aren't very good at this, but if Denise is gonna lie like that, I either need to pull her up by her hips or lie down on her, which might put me in the middle of anything you have planned. What do you want to do?"

They looked at one another for a moment and then Connie pulled Denise farther up so that she wasn't so much laying in her lap as sitting back against her. My sister's hands came to rest on her wife's breasts and they looked at me expectantly. "Better?"

I nodded. "I can work with that." I moved in closer and took gentle hold of Denise's hips. I lifted her onto my thighs while Connie kept hold of her breasts. I avoided looking directly into my sister's eyes while I positioned Denise on me, lining up my cock with her gooey pussy.

"This... will be an odd question to ask, but," I said somewhat uncertainly. "I know I'm here to impregnate Denise, so, do you want me to just put myself in her and go until I cum or do you want me to fuck her? Like I'm fucking a girl I want to make cum."

Denise smiled. "That's thoughtful of you, Johnny. And we've discussed it. You're my only man, so please fuck me and you can make me cum. I intend to enjoy this."

I nodded again and settled in a little more. I placed the head of my cock at her entrance, teasing it against her clit, making her shiver and giggle. Then I slid it up and down her lips, parting them slightly, before pushing forward gently until the tip was about to enter her.

"May I?" I asked, something I did with every girl. They both smiled and nodded. I eased my hips forward and slid my cock gently inside her. Denise stiffened and took a deep breath. I was halfway inside her now and paused, gauging her reaction.

"Gnnnn, you can feel it throb in you..." she breathed, looking at me with glassy eyes. Her hands reached back and held Connie's shoulders. Connie was staring rapt at her wife's pussy, with my cock sliding inside her. I pushed forward again and Denise groaned flexing her fingers and squirming, her eyes closed. Her curly brown hair spread out over my sister's chest.

"Thank you, Johnny," murmured my beloved sister. "Thank you so much for doing this. Give me and my wife a baby..."

Her pussy was certainly wet enough and I began to move back and forth with my hips, pushing my cock a little further into her each time, but taking it slow. I didn't want to hurt her. If Denise didn't get pregnant this time, it wouldn't do to have her dreading another session. I maintained a nice, slow rhythm, allowing her to adjust.

"That feels... really good..." Denise breathed, looking at me. "Bettern'n a dildo..."

She turned her head and pressed her lips to my sister's, the two of them kissing hungrily. I tried not to watch, but it was really turning me on to see my sister do this with her wife. I found myself wanting more. But I was here to give them a baby, and apparently make Denise cum, so I'd focus on that. Hell, I was getting to fuck a girl and cum in her, who was I to complain?

"Nnnnn, go faster, Johnny..." Denise moaned while my sister kissed her. Their tongues tangled and Connie squeezed Denise's breasts and pinched her nipples. Denise groaned and her hands came down and stroked my forearms. She was not only caressing me, but feeling my muscles and it occurred to me that she might like my strength.

I not only began moving back and forth more quickly but strongly, pumping into her and she gasped loudly, breaking the kiss and looking at me with wide eyes. "Oh my God, yesssss," she panted. "Mmmmm, more of that!"

"Try squeezing your pussy around me," I said as I held onto her. "You'll like it."

She tried to squeeze, letting out little gasps as did so. I could feel her tighten around my cock. I moved closer and she keened as I pushed deeper inside her. One of her hands snaked down and began massaging her clit, stopping to feel the top of my shaft as it slid wetly in and out of her. She kept squeezing, trying to match my rhythm. I glanced up and looked at Connie- her face was flushed, but she was watching her wife intently, lost in the sight of her.

"Unh, oh God," Denise grunted, her body starting to shake. "Oh, Jesus, I'm gonna... fuck!"

Connie jammed her mouth against Denise's, kissing her fiercely as her wife contorted and writhed, screaming as she came. I held her hips tight, feeling her pussy clamp down around me, fluttering through orgasm. I allowed myself to pass over the threshold of no return, the tingling heat spreading through me.

"Gonna cum!" I said in a strained voice, pushing as far in as I could and remain kneeling. Denise nodded her head eagerly even as she kissed my sister, moaning her assent. I sighed and jammed my hips forward, burying myself in her. Denise sent rigid and screamed again into Connie's mouth. My pearly cum inundated her pussy, with my body heaving against her.

I relaxed, sagging in on myself, kneeling between Denise's legs and my cock still throbbing inside her. Denise and Connie were still kissing, but it lacked the urgent nature of the earlier kiss while she climaxed. It was gentle and loving now, a shared moment of contentment. I watched them quietly, smiling at a job well-done.

Denise finally ended the kiss and smiled at me dreamily. "Gotta admit, that was better'n I would have guessed it could be. And damn, son, you cum a lot. I'll be sloshing for days when I walk."

"You were warned," I chuckled. "Should I give you two some private time now?"

"No," Denise replied, shaking her head. "I'm still enjoying the feel of you in me, if that's okay with my wifey-poo."

"Oh God, you fucked her silly," Connie sighed. "She only used cutesy terms like 'wifey-poo' when the orgasm has wrecked her brain."

"Yup, high on dick and love, that's me!" Denise giggled, snuggling back against my sister. "And such a good dick, we may never get to use a dildo again."

Connie gave her a look. "And how am I supposed to fuck you, then? Strap my little brother to my waist and fuck you by proxy with his dick?"

"Might be a little awkward for you two, but I'm sure I'd be okay with it." Denise snickered. "Let me up so I can taste his cum and mine, please?"

Connie released Denise and I moved backward, my cock popping out of her and making her shudder. My still-erect member glistened in the dim light as I knelt, waiting for her. Denise got on all fours and moved forward, examining my cock before taking hold of it and putting it in her mouth experimentally, tasting us.

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned as she licked my shaft and then bobbed back and forth. "Almost makes me wish I wouldn't get pregnant just yet..."

Connie sighed. "She's been a practicing lesbian since she was eight, Johnny, and in half an hour, you seem to have turned her hetero."

"Nah, I'm just bi for your little brother," Denise giggled, grinning back at her wife while pumping my shaft with her hand. "But it's good to know that if we need to do this again that I won't hate it."

"I think I'll leave you two alone for now," I announced, pulling back off the bed and standing in front of them, hands on my hips. "I told mom and dad I was coming over to help move a heavy object, I don't want to be gone too long."

"Sure you won't stay?" Denise asked, looking disappointed. "You did all this work, we don't want to be bad hosts. You could shower here."

"I'll shower at home," I answered, not wanting to leave but knowing I should. "If I stay, we're likely to end up fucking again, which won't bring you any closer to getting pregnant. You'll just need to tell me if you get pregnant or need my services again. You know where to find me."

Denise looked at Connie for a moment, who nodded before she looked back at me. "May I kiss you as a thank you? Connie is okay with it, but it's not gonna be a little brother kiss on the cheek. It'll be a real kiss, which seems appropriate since you've nutted in me."

She knelt up and I moved in, letting her put her arms around my shoulders. Her body pressed to mine, my still semi-rigid cock flattened between our bellies. I put my arms around her and we gazed into one another's eyes.

"Thank you, Johnny, for doing this for us," she said quietly, her fingers in my hair. "And thank you for making me enjoy it and making me cum." She then kissed me passionately, an expression of appreciation for my efforts. Her tongue pushed into my mouth and our hands wandered across one another while we kissed.

"Denise, you're leaking our potential babies onto the bed." Connie mentioned, smirking.

"Oh, shit!" Denise blurted out, ending the kiss and lying on her back hastily. "Connie, quick! Tilt my hips in the air and use your fingers to push it back in me!"

"Use my fingers to push my brother's jizz back in you?" Connie exclaimed. "Are you insane?"

"Do you want me knocked up or not?" Denise shot back.

I laughed as I exited the bedroom, leaving them to their ridiculous squabble. I put my clothes back on and filled up a Tupperware container with spaghetti and meatballs before leaving their apartment, the two of them still arguing.

And I had to admit, I was almost hoping Denise didn't get pregnant immediately, because that had been fun. But why? Denise wasn't that much different from any other girl I fucked. Was it because we were trying to get her pregnant? Was it because my sister was watching?

Connie being there was what I remembered most.

***

"You're sure?" I asked as I spoke on the phone with my sister.

"Quite sure," Connie replied. "She got her period, so we're going to have to try again. You still okay with it?"

"Yeah, I'm committed to the project, I want to help you. So, what, do I just show up again?"

"That works, but Denise was thinking of something a little different. She was thinking we'd all go out, get some dinner and maybe go dancing."

"Are you okay with that?" I asked, wanting to make sure Connie was comfortable wit the notion. "That's important to me. I'm happy to help Denise, but I'm doing this for you, sis."

"I know, and I appreciate it, Johnny," she said softly. "Yeah, I'm fine with it. I think this is her way of dealing with this unusual situation, you know? Here she is, willingly having sex with a man and she's a devout lesbian. I think that's actually the more difficult part for her than you being my brother, because she's looking forward to our impeccable genetics. So wining and dining her makes it easier."

"I took a little bit of control and used my body strength last time," I mentioned as I continued walking. "Was she okay with that?"

"Yeah, she really was, I think." Connie confirmed.

"Were you okay with it?"

She giggled. "I'm not worried that you're trying to take my wife away from me, Johnny. I don't care how much you dominate her, so long as you put a baby in her. Do what you need to do to get her pregnant, okay?"

"Okay, but... are you sure you're okay with being around us while we do this, sis? I mean, I'm adjusting to having you there, I can manage. I just want to make sure that you'll be alright."

"I appreciate you thinking of me that way. It's taking some adjusting, seeing my brother fucking my wife, not to mention any girl, but then if I think about it, I'd rather it be you than some other guy. So yeah, I'm okay with watching my little brother get naked and fuck my wife."

"Good."

"And it's actually pretty hot," she admitted quietly. "You're a good-looking guy, Johnny. Denise may be a lesbian, but I'm still somewhat bi, and I know a hot guy when I see one."

"Thanks," I laughed. "From you, that actually means something to me. You're a knockout yourself, you know that, right?"

"You've always said so," she almost purred. "Come by on Friday and we'll go out. Probably to the other side of town, or just outside town, so we're less likely to be recognized. If Denise starts getting frisky while we're dancing, best to not have questions asked about why she's grinding on my baby brother."

"Couldn't agree more. See you on Friday. Love you, sis."

"I love you too, Johnny."

***

I met Connie and Denise at their place around seven on Friday. My sister said we weren't going anywhere fancy, so I just wore decent jeans and a polo. Connie and Denise tried a little harder than I did, seemingly, wearing tight shirts with v-necks that showed off ample cleavage, especially on my sister. They were both wearing skirts, a nice black leather number for my sister and a pretty, flouncy skirt for her wife. They both hugged me and said we would be going to a little restaurant outside town for dinner, where we had reservations.

Despite my offer, Connie insisted on driving, pointing out that she would stay dry and be the designated driver, in case Denise and I needed to get a little inebriated to make things happen. I didn't think that was the case, but saying no to my sister was not something I was very good at. So off we went in their SUV, with me sitting in the back and Denise up front with Connie.

They took me to a nice hibachi restaurant I'd never been to before and we had a good time. It turned out that the reason we went was because sake put a real quash on Denise's inhibitions. It wasn't terribly long before she was playing footsie with me, as well as reaching into my lap and stroking my crotch when she thought no one was looking. Connie was sitting on my other side, and she just rolled her eyes and giggled occasionally at her wife's behaviour.

We finished our meal and went to a club, another place they new of that served sake. Denise was not rip-roaring drunk, but her lesbian tendencies were definitely out the window, at least where I was concerned. She dragged me onto the floor and made me hold her from behind while we danced, which mostly consisted of her grinding her ass back onto me. Not that I minded, of course. At one point, she hurried over and grabbed Connie from the booth we'd been sitting in, hauling her onto the floor as well to dance with us. It was crowded enough that people didn't really notice how lewd she was being, keeping herself sandwiched between my sister and I.

I hardly knew where to look or what to hold a few times- Connie's hands were often in the same place as mine while we kept Denise between us. At one point, we were both fondling her breasts together while they were kissing wetly. I could tell Denise was really turned on, her skin was warm, almost flushed, although the heat of the crowded dance floor no doubt contributed.

"Damn, gotta pee," she muttered at one point. She slipped out from between us hastily. "Gimme a sec."

"Want me to come?" Connie asked.

"No, I just have to pee," Denise said, wrinkling her nose at the suggestion. "You stay and keep our handsome date company!"

Connie shrugged and turned back to me, putting her arms around my neck and smiling at me while we danced slowly. We looked into one another's eyes, maintaining a little more body distance than we had with Denise, of course.

"Our date?" I asked, smirking. "I thought I was her date."

"No, you're our date," Connie answered, caressing the back of my neck. "It's her you're fucking and getting pregnant, but you're making both our wishes come true. So in a sense, you're dating a both."

"Never thought I'd be dating my sister," I chuckled, my hands around her hips and on the small of her back. "But I wouldn't blame me, she's the most amazing girl alive, not to mention drop-dead gorgeous."

Connie blushed and looked down at our feet, trying to conceal a smile. "Well, I have a damn hunky brother who's really lucky he's related to me or I'd be all over him, I'm pretty sure."

"That doesn't sound lucky to me." I replied, using a finger under her chin to lift her face up so I could look into her eyes. We danced silently for some time, lost in one another's gaze, just about everything around us forgotten. Time seemed to stand still, at least for me.

"Denise says those kissing lessons I gave you really payed off." Connie said quietly, one of her hands now on my cheek, stroking it gently.

"Couldn't have asked for a better teacher." I replied, meaning it.

"It never hurts to review the course material, does it?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

"Not from where I'm standing." I breathed. We were staring into one another's eyes, our bodies moving closer until they were gently pressed to one another. I could feel Connie's heart pounding in her chest and she could no doubt feel mine. There was nothing in the entire universe for me except her beautiful face. Her eyes slowly closed and her head edged forward ever so slightly as I leaned in to kiss her...

There was a crash of broken glass and I heard Denise curse at someone. My head snapped around to look in the direction of the sound, as did Connie's. Across the dance floor, we could see her wife struggling to pull her wrist out of the grip of some drunk moron who had apparently decided she was not allowed to say no to his offer to buy her a drink. She was swearing and striking at his forearm with her tiny fist while one this idiot's friends laughed and tried to hold her from behind, keeping her from getting away.

Connie went straight up to the guy behind Denise, grabbed him by the shoulder and turned him to look at her before driving her knee into his groin. I rammed my fist into the face of the guy who was holding her wrist. They both went down hard, the one Connie had kneed groaning in pain and puking on the floor. Grabbing Denise, we rushed out of the club in the ensuing confusion, panting and laughing in excitement.

"Oh my God!" she gasped, her eyes wild with delight. "My heroes! We need to get the fuck out of here before anyone comes looking for us!"

Connie nodded and hurried us to the SUV. I got Denise into her seat while my sister revved the engine. I was barely into my seat in the back and hadn't even closed the door before Connie gunned it and we took off in a peel of rubber, Denise letting out a whoop of delight.

"You sure know how to show a girl a good time," Denise cackled, not mentioning who she was talking to. "Connie, I am so fucking turned on right now! Find us a dark place so I can crawl in the back and fuck Johnny."

"You're going to ruin the upholstery again..." my sister sighed, trying to feign exasperation, but her smile in the rear-view mirror indicated she meant none of it. Clearly, getting a child was more important than sticky backseat upholstery.

"But just control yourself, missy," she said sternly, reaching over and putting a hand on top of Denise's, as her wife tried to unbuckle herself, seemingly not willing to wait long enough to arrive at a dark corner somewhere. "I don't want to have to explain to a passing cop why my wife is stuck with her ass in the air crawling into the back seat where my younger brother is waiting. Patience, woman."

Denise huffed but did as she was told. We drove about five minutes to a country rode and pulled off into a clutch of trees. Aside from any marauding deer, there was no way anyone was going to notice us. Denise was already unbuckling as Connie killed the engine and turned off the lights.

"Fuck yeah!" said Denise huskily as she crawled into the back over the console and scrabbled onto my lap, straddling me. I was barely ready before she was kissing me eagerly, her tongue massaging my tonsils.

"So much for conceiving our child with dignity." Connie said dryly, turning around in her seat and watching, trying to look unimpressed with her wife's wanton behaviour.

"We'll lie and tell them it was done to impeccable British manners." Denise mumbled through our kiss. My hands came to rest on her ass over her skirt and it was then that I noticed she wasn't wearing panties.

"Took 'em off in the bathroom at the club," she said, pausing the kiss to grin at me and wiggle her behind. "Just in case the opportunity arose to let you fuck me on the dance floor somehow."

"Oh my God," Connie moaned almost in despair, her head drooping. "Forget the back seat of our car, our child was almost conceived on a dance floor? Thank God for those two assholes who tried to assault you."

"Oh, east a dick, priss," Denise shot back, kissing me again. "Just not this one, it's mine."

I returned the kiss now, my hands fondling and massaging her ass, reaching under her skirt. She moaned into my mouth as I pulled her cheeks apart, stretching her. I could feel myself getting hard and Denise must have as well, because she broke the kiss and looked at me lustily.

"Hope you haven't forgotten how to lick a pussy since last time," she almost panted. "Because I feel like a little more practice sucking dick..."

She then laid my down lengthwise on the back seat and began stripping my pants off, followed by my boxers. My cock sprang free of its confines and she took hold of it immediately as she moved around until she was straddling my face, still wearing her frilly skirt. I wasted no time and took hold of her cheeks again, my tongue lapping hungrily at her wet, hairless pussy. She groaned and arched her back for a moment before leaning down my body and taking my cock inside her mouth, beginning to bob up and down with eagerness.

My tongue snaked into her womanhood while my fingers pulled her cheeks apart and played with her puckered knot. Denise shuddered over me, moaning around my cock.

"Gnnnnn, you bastard," she grunted. "How did you know about my ass?"

I didn't respond by pushed my index finger inside her, up to the first knuckle, then the second. I wiggled the finger inside her, even as I tongued her pussy. She squirmed on top of me, her wet mouth moving up and down my shaft. She wiggled out of her tight shirt and I could feel her soft breasts pressed to my abdomen.

Before long, I had my finger pushed inside her ass to the base knuckle and she squeezed me tight. Her slick pussy was getting warmer with each passing moment. Finally, her mouth came off my dick and she sat up, panting and she ground down on my face.

"It's time, big man," she said in a husky voice. "I'm gonna ride this dick and you're gonna cum in me. Connie, get over here and watch!"

My sister, whom I could not see yet because of Denise's skirt over my face, opened her door and came around to the opposite side, opening the rear door now near my feet. It was a warm night out and she knelt down, watching intently. I couldn't see her, but I felt her there, resting her hands against the seat.

I felt a hand take hold of my cock, shifting it around gently until it was poised at the entrance of Denise's pussy, which hovered right about it. I shivered at the touch. Whose hand was that? The way it was holding me, it almost felt like it couldn't be Denise's. Did I dare think that?

Denise groaned in pleasure as she sank down onto slowly, eventually taking me all the way inside her. It was a tight fit, very tight, but she managed it. I bottomed out in her and she was breathing heavily as she tried to adjust, resting her hands on my thighs. The exquisite, wet heat of her pussy hand engulfed me and I closed my eyes, letting her take over.

"Just breathe, baby..." I heard my sister say gently. "Take it nice and slow."

"It feels so good... so full..." Denise rasped, moving around a tiny bit, trying to adjust. "Oh, God, Connie..."

"I know," my sister agreed. "Go easy on yourself, my love."

Denise finally exhaled slowly, seeming to find herself. She began to rise up and sink down on me in a controlled manner and I did next to nothing, simply putting my hands on her ass cheeks to help steady her. She clearly remembered my instructions from our first fucking session, because she began trying to squeeze me with her pussy muscles in a rhythm as she went up and down.

I felt her lean forward and then heard Denise and my sister kissing, moaning into one another's mouths. The angle of penetration changed slightly, causing Denise and I to shudder. Her up and down motion became more of a rocking motion as she continued to kiss Connie. Reverse cowboy was one of my favourite positions anyway, this whole business of fucking my sister's wife made it more erotic than ever. I simply kept hold of her ass, squeezing and caressing those cheeks.

Two set of hands on my legs now, Denise's on my thighs and Connie's on my shins, no doubt steadying herself as she knelt in the door of the SUV. My legs were splayed awkwardly out to the sides, however, not exiting the vehicle and it was getting a tad uncomfortable, given all the squirming Denise was doing. My sister seemed to pick up on this.

"Denise, let me move Johnny's legs so he's more comfortable," she said, taking hold of my shins. "We can put his knees closer to me so he can bend them and not be cramped."

"Mmm-hmm!" Denise agreed, apparently beyond real words while she continued to fuck me. She paused long enough to rise up, leaving only the tip of my cock inside her while Connie tugged on my legs, urging me to wiggle down the seat. I sighed in relief as my feet came out of the vehicle and encountered open air. I then relaxed my knees, which were now on either side of my sister. Wasting no time, Denise sank down onto me again.

"Mmmmm, fuck yes," she breathed, resuming her rhythm. "What a wonderful way to procreate..."

Then they were kissing again and I could feel them fondling one another. A hand came down and was massaging her pussylips, clit and my cock as it slid in and out of Denise. Once again, I couldn't tell who it belonged to, but I was almost beyond being able to care. The fingers fluttered against the underside of my shaft, along that large, sensitive vein that ran its length. Between that and the velvet grip of Denise's pussy, I was in heaven.

She was trembling and my sister began gently urging her to cum. Denise rode faster and faster, her body now damp with sweat as she approached her climax. The hand kept playing with us while Denise whimpered and moaned, every moment bringing her closer to orgasm.

"Johnny, cum in my wife," my sister almost begged of me. "Cum deep in her and give us your baby. I love you, Johnny!"

"I love you too, sis!" I breathed, beginning to work my hips in response to the tingling buildup inside me. Could I last longer than this? Yes, but I was here to cum deep inside Denise while getting her off, not keep going until I was ready.

Denise Pushed down hard, fighting back a loud groan while arching her back. I pushed up, hard as I could inside her. She let out a close-mouth scream and began shaking uncontrollably. I sighed deeply as I began cumming, pumping deep inside her. She ground and writhed on me, her pussy clenching me savagely, greedy for my offering.

Connie leaned in and caught her as she sagged forward, seemingly exhausted. She held her wife for several seconds, while I slowly relaxed, coming down from my own orgasm. My cock still throbbed and pulsed inside her, pinning her to me. Denise eventually sighed, sitting up and then leaning backward. I put my hands on her shoulder blades and let her slowly lay back on me. Her knees were still bent at my sides. My sister must have had a lovely view of her wife impaled on my manhood, still deep inside her.

"Mmmmm, thank you." Denise purred, smiling at me, her face next to mine. We kissed deeply and slowly, basking in the glow of our lovemaking. My hands came up over her to rest on her breasts and her hands rested on top of mine.

"My pleasure, I promise." I replied, even as our tongues tangled between our mouths. Connie's hands were still on my thighs, she was no doubt still staring at Denise's pussy, full of her younger brother's cock.

Then I felt Connie leaning in and placing gentle kisses on her wife's netherlips. Her mouth was so close to my manhood that if I hadn't already been hard, I would have been again, instantly. Any touch of her skin sent shivers of forbidden delight through me. Denise trembled at her kisses, once again caught between my sister's and my affections.

"Thank you, Johnny," murmured my sister from between my legs. "You'll never know how much this means to us."

One of her kisses touched not only Denise's pussy, but the underside of my cock. I couldn't be sure it wasn't intentional, but I knew I'd never have the courage to ask. Did it really matter? Wasn't I doing all this for her anyway?

***

I escorted them back to their dorm, with Denise wearing a silly grin like she was on Cloud Nine. She kissed me deeply, said goodnight and tottered off to their bedroom. That left me alone with Connie, who was standing at my side, watching her. Once the door was closed, she turned in to face me, smiling at me, her eyes shining with love.

"You are so incredible, you know?" she mentioned as she hugged me. "What kind of brother can put up with his sister's crazy notions the way you do?"

"Maybe other guys just need an amazing sister like I have." I replied, stroking her hair and kissing the top of her head. "Bully for them if they don't."

She looked up at me, her dark eyes deeper than time itself. "How about that lesson review?"

I smiled. "Just a quick one, you'd better get into your wife, in case she's really conceiving."

Connie nodded, but moved her face closer to mine, her eyes closed. I leaned down into her.

Our lips met and this time, nothing interrupted the loving kiss we shared in the darkness of her apartment.

***

"Cripes, again?" I laughed as I lay on my bed, looking at the ceiling. My parents were out and it was safe to have this conversation. "Maybe I should get a fertility test or something."

"I somehow doubt that's the issue," Connie replied, giggling. "Denise had been on birth control to manage ovarian cysts before we asked you to get her pregnant and sometimes it can take a few months for those hormones to work their way out of a girl's system. Three's a charm anyway, right?"

"Never let it be said that John Ballard is a quitter," I announced, actually pleased that I'd be repeating my tryst with her wife. "Name the time and place, sis. I'll be there."

"Her fertility peak is next Tuesday, does that work for you?" Connie asked. "Wednesday is a close second, if you can't make it."

"I love that you guys have this down to a science," I chuckled. "I'm surprised you don't have a peak hour and minute you want me to gush in her."

"You've got the gushing part right," she almost muttered. "This may sound weird, but I went down on her about six hours after the last time you fucked her and still got a face full of your jizz when she came."

"Sorry, not sorry, sis," I laughed, trying to picture it. "Serve you right for getting greedy. Back in the olden days, people who wanted babies just fucked every chance they got, hoping to get lucky. Be thankful we're not trying it that way."

"Point taken, Captain Caveman," she sighed. "Pretty sure that if Denise weren't so busy trying to get her doctorate that she actually wouldn't mind that method, rutting like Neanderthals continuously and milking you for all the white water you could give her. You're turning her into a lousy lesbian."

"I doubt that," I snorted. "She's got you to go back to. You'd make a gay man straight, sis."

"Well, thank you for the compliment," she said airily. "So Tuesday works?"

"Works for me."

"Good. I think we'll stay in this time," she concluded. "I found being sober wasn't that much fun and I don't need another upholstery cleaning bill. We'll see you here. Love you, bro."

"Love you too, sis."

I ended the call and started at my ceiling again, smiling. It would Denise I'd be fucking, but it was Connie's beautiful face that wouldn't leave my thoughts.

A part of me wished she hadn't been my sister.

***

There'd been a lot of wine drunk at dinner before we'd gone to the bedroom. Denise was good and buzzed, her inhibitions out the window, with Connie's not much further behind. Even I was feeling rather blitzed, heartily approving of my sister sitting next to us on the bed, wearing only a thin, cropped tank top and some tiny panties. She was watching intently as Denise knelt on all fours with me behind her, my hips smacking off her ass as I fucked her doggie-style.

"Does he feel good tonight?" Connie asked as she watched Denise thrust back against me. She was caressing her breasts through her tank top with one hand while the other was massaging her pussy through her thong panties. It was so hard not to blatantly stare at my sister, even while I fucked her wife.

"Gnnnnn, so good..." Denise moaned, her breasts swaying beneath her as we fucked heatedly. She and I had gotten naked quickly, but Denise kept coaxing Connie out of more of her clothes, apparently hoping to lick my sister's pussy even while I fucked her. "He's so deep in me, Connie..."

"Mmmmm, tell me, my love," Connie purred, her face flushed with desire. "Tell me how my baby brother feels inside you."

"He's... so big in me," Denise almost wheezed, grinding her ass in circles on me. "His cock is warm and throbbing, silky and hard all at once! Uhn! It's hitting all the right spots! I'm trying to squeeze him with my cunt, but he makes me weak in the elbows and knees..."

"Keep it up, lover, he's going to give us a baby," Connie cooed, her hand snaking inside her panties to rub her slit directly. "I'll bet it feels so good inside you."

"Yessssss," Denise hissed. "Goddammit, Connie, get in front of me already and let me lick your cunt!"

My sister was too drunk and apparently too horny to care at this point that we'd basically be sharing her wife. She stripped out of her wet panties, exposing her smooth pussylips to me and then pulled off her tank top, her opulent, perfect breasts springing free. She sidled over on the bed in front of Denise, resting her back against the headboard and spreading her legs wide. She smiled wickedly at her wife and used her fingers to spread her netherlips wide, exposing her glorious inner pink. She either didn't remember I was there or was beyond caring. Either way, I stared without reservation, enchanted at the sight of my sister's naked body, so close to me.

Denise moved forward between Connie's legs, compelling me to follow so I stayed inside her. I gripped her hips hard and thrust inside her, even as she leaned down to begin licking my sister's snatch. She moaned loudly into Connie, making her shudder. Our eyes met and locked, bodies bound together by Denise between us. I could see the glazed, liquid lust in my sister's eyes, her fingers knotted in her wife's curly brown hair. Denise was lapping at her pussy hungrily, making Connie squirm and tremble.

My mind, blurred with alcohol and overwhelming sexual desire, entertained no notions whatsoever of the taboo nature of our actions. Nothing could have been further from our minds than any relevant social mores outside those dorm room walls. There was only the three of us in that little microcosm. Everything else was completely irrelevant.

Denise buried her face even deeper in my sister's pussy, even while I was thumping home into hers. I reached beneath her and fondled her breasts, sending shudders through her and making her moan inside Connie again. Meanwhile, Connie's eyes were locked with mine, while she fondled her own breasts and undulated her hips against Denise's mouth. Even in the dim light, I could see the sheen of sweat on their sensual bodies, a thrilling sign of our exertions in pleasuring one another.

Denise's molten pussy gripped me, massaging me while she tongue-fucked my sister. All of us were squirming and grinding, moaning and panting. This spontaneous threesome was making us all hotter than we could have imagined and drove us toward a staggering shared climax. Denise was trembling fitfully beneath me while Connie had thrown her head back, eyes shut as she mauled her breasts. My fingers squeezed Denise's hips tight, the heat boiling up in my loins.

"Gonna cum!" Denise squeaked from between Connie's legs.

"Oh, God!" my sister rasped, arching her back and lifting her hips to press against her wife's face.

"Connie!" I moaned through clenched teeth.

Denise squealed into my sister's pussy as she came violently, while Connie twisted and writhed, willing herself not to scream but letting out a shameless groan of pure pleasure. I jackhammered my hips against Denise's ass, unloading a torrent of cum inside her, the biggest one yet. My head was spinning, although whether this was from a combination of alcohol and a racing heart or from sheer bliss I don't know.

Denise collapsed into Connie's lap and I sagged down on top of her, panting in exhaustion. My face rested on her back while I tried to catch my breath. I could hear her heart thundering in her chest and feel my own pounding. As I rose, Denise grappled onto Connie and pulled her down so that she was lying beneath her wife, her legs spread around Denise's and mine. Denise laid on her and they wrapped their arms around one another, kissing hungrily. I was still inside Denise, acutely aware of how close my sister's pussy was to my cock, I could almost feel it.

I massaged Denise's ass while they squirmed against one another, moaning and whispering like lovers. Denise slowly squirmed forward until I slid out of her. My hard, throbbing cock stood straight in front of me, still oozing cum. I moved to the side of the bed and lay down, breathing heavily, my sister and her wide still swallowing one another's tongues right next to me. I could feel their soft, warm bodies pressed to my side.

Denise ended the kiss and looked over at me, her gaze trailing down my body until she saw my still erect manhood. She smiled wickedly and moved toward it, massaging me with her hand and kissing the shaft. I closed my eyes and let her do what she liked. I felt Connie shift over and then nudged me into the center of the bed, Denise still kissing my cock.

"C'mon," I heard her say in a voice barely above a whisper. "Just like we discussed, you know you want to..."

I wasn't sure what she meant, but I felt her hands caressing my stomach and making sure I was laying out flat. Then I felt myself get straddled, a hand holding my cock still. Then the exquisite, wet heat and velvet tightness of a pussy sank down onto me.

But it wasn't Denise. I could tell.

My eyes fluttered open and I saw her off on my left, kneeling and smiling at me. Directly over me, however, sitting on me, impaled on my cock, was my sister, trembling and looking down at me through heavily-lidded eyes.

"Johnny..." she said in a trembling voice. "I... I had to..."

I had no intention of stopping her. I reached up and took hold of her bountiful breasts, massaging them and making her moan in pleasure. I'd already cum in Denise, this was safe, and it was something we'd both yearned for.

Connie cooed in bliss as I speared inside her. She squirmed up and down on top of me while I fondled her. Denise moved in and pressed her lips to my sister's, kissing her. I couldn't believe how tight and warm Connie felt, she was a perfect fit for me. I wasn't battering her cervix and she stretched and flexed around me just right. If I could have cum again, I would have. I watched her move up and down, hypnotized by the sight of her. She was utterly beautiful- her dark, bobbed hair framing her perfect face, her shapely shoulders and jiggling breasts, capped with pale nipples, her tiny waist and womanly hips and legs. I could see her smooth pussylips swallowing my cock as she undulated on me.

Smiling slyly, Denise straddled my chest and continued kissing Connie. I massaged her ass cheeks and played with her little knot, making her shudder and moan. They fondled one another's breasts while they kissed, Connie squirming faster and faster on me.

Then she pressed down as hard as she could, arching her back and crying out in rapture. Her pussy fluttered and clenched around me as she came. I wished I'd been able to join her in cumming, but maybe there'd be another time, and a condom. For now, making my sister feel such incredible pleasure was all that mattered to me.

She finally relaxed and kissed Denise again for some time, still pinned on me by my erect member, which showed no sign of abating. I didn't dare, not when my sister might require more attention. She eventually climbed off me and they both attacked my cock with their mouths eagerly, kissing, licking and sucking on me. My hands reached down and caressed both their heads while their tended to me. Then they both crawled up my body and snuggled into my sides, holding me close.

"Mmmmm, see why I'm hoping he doesn't knock me up too quickly?" Denise purred, scratching her fingernails over my pectoral. Connie nodded and sighed contentedly. I put my arms around them and held them close, all three of us relaxed and lost in bliss. They both drifted off and I gently extricated myself from between them. I put the blanket over them, gathered my clothes and left the bedroom. I was no doubt wearing a goofy smile as I got dressed.

Maybe other guys would be freaked out by what had happened, but not me. I'd heard what Denise had said to my sister- "Just like we discussed, you know you want to...". They'd talked about it, seriously. Connie had wanted to, every bit as much as I had always fantasized about and never dared to ask for. This was so incredible.

I made my way home, determined to let things fall where they may. If it was a drunken mistake, we still loved one another and would work through it. If we decided to be lovers, there was also much to discuss.

Let things fall where they may.

***

And fall they did.

We'd discussed what happened and everyone had enjoyed themselves, but it was determined that we should wait until after I had impregnated Denise before we continued with the three-way dynamic. I was certainly willing to wait.

Then I got a phone call from Connie about five weeks later and she sounded frightened when she spoke to me.

"Johnny?" she asked in a quavering voice. I was about to say something when I heard almost incoherent screaming and the smashing of what might have been dishes in the background.

"Please, come over!" she said in a trembling voice that was meant to be a whisper. "Just come in, please hurry!"

I dropped what I was doing and hurried out the door, driving directly to the dorms. I rushed up the stairs and to her door. I didn't knock but surged in, as she had asked me- the place was a disaster, with broken dishes and torn clothing strewn everywhere. Connie, pale as a sheet, was huddled in a corner, obviously frightened. A female voice was ranting and raving in the kitchen, just out of sight.

Connie rushed over to me and I tried to hug her but she pushed through my arms and hid behind me, shaking in terror. I watched in wide-eyed amazement as Denise came around from the kitchen, her face red with fury. She saw me and paused, clearly not expecting me to have been present.

"What're you doing here?" she hissed, her eyes flashing as she stomped toward me.

"I'd love to know that myself," I said evenly, not betraying the confusion I felt. "Care to explain why my sister is cowering behind me?"

Denise pointed at Connie, her expression wild with anger, almost hatred. "Your whore sister is pre-"

Before she could finish her statement, my palm flashed out and cracked across her cheek, sending her sprawling back to the floor. Denise looked up at me in utter shock, the colour draining from her face as she held her cheek. She edged backward as I advanced on her.

"Whatever may be happening here, let me be very clear, Denise," I growled, my eyes blazing with wrath. "If you ever call my sister a whore again or any other name, I'll knock you clear into the next county. You understand me?"

She continued shuffling backwards on her ass, still holding her cheek. Tears of pain were beginning to stream down her face. I'd really slapped her hard and she was frightened.

"Answer me!" I snapped angrily. She nodded hastily.

"Connie, come here and stand behind me." I said sternly. My older sister edged closer and I could feel her hands touch my back, letting me know she was there. I waited for her to get settled and nodded to Denise. "Okay, let's try this again. Tell me what's wrong, without insulting my sister."

Denise took a deep breath, but I could see her shaking with barely-contained rage. "Your sister is pregnant, John. And yes, it's yours."

I reached behind myself and took my sister's hand, pulling her around to my side. She resisted initially, but I was not interested in her contesting me and she finally stood at my side, her skin pale, her eyes almost hollow.

"Is she telling the truth, sis?"

Connie hung her head and nodded, choking and bursting into tears. I forced down the horror and terror of this revelation down, continuing to focus on protecting my sister. It was all I could do to keep from shutting down.

"So," I said quietly, trying to sound authoritative. "That last night, I came in you, Denise, like we planned, but then Connie rode me and apparently some leftover sperm got ambitious and scored the jackpot."

Still crying, Connie nodded. Denise also nodded, slowly. She'd pulled her hand away from her cheek, which sported a bright pink mark from where I'd slapped her. I could tell she was ready to fly into a fury again the moment I lost control of the situation, so I kept her on the defensive.

"Why did you let Connie fuck me? You prompted her to, Denise."

"She wants you, you goddamn moron!" she spat angrily, clearly thinking her outrage was justified. "You two love one another so fucking much, I thought I was doing something wonderful for the two of you!"

"But it was her that got pregnant and not you." I continued. "And now you're in a rage, breaking dishes, tearing clothes, threatening your wife and your mutual future because there was a mistake made, is that it?"

"Do you blame me?" she demanded angrily.

"No, not for feeling cheated, this isn't at all how it was supposed to work out, for any of us." I replied. "But you're not the only one who's in a mess here."

"What do I care if you two have problems now?" she sneered. "The in-love incest siblings have complications, who'd've thought?"

"Denise, so help me," I growled again as Connie began crying even harder. "Demean my sister one more time and you're leaving this apartment feet-first. I'll talk, but if all you can do is scream and throw insults, then get the fuck out of here right now and leave me to deal with this. Your choice."

"I live here!" she shot back.

"You won't if the campus finds out you trashed the place with a temper tantrum, regardless of the reason. What do you want?"

"For you two to burn in Hell!" she snapped.

"Not happening," I said dismissively. "Here are your choices- we all sit and talk like adults and figure this out, you can keep screaming and I knock you the fuck out so I can have some peace and quiet, or, you get up and leave right this instant until you can have a rational discourse."

"I'm not leaving." Denise said defiantly.

"That's fine. You gonna talk or do you wanna know what a close-fist punch from me feels like? You already know how much stronger than you I am."

"Big man, threatening a woman!" she hissed.

"I'll protect my sister at any cost," I said sternly. "And right now, you're a threat to her. Stop being a threat to her and I promise I won't be to you. You know me, Denise. You know who I am."

The statement seemed to give her pause, because the wild fury left her eyes and she tried to compose herself, taking a deep breath. She closed her eyes and the apartment was filled with a heavy silence, punctuated only by Connie trying to control her crying.

"I'm angry as Hell, John," Denise said finally. "But if talking is what you want, talking is what we'll do."

I nodded. "Clear the torn and broken shit off the couch that you've dumped on there so we can sit. Do it."

She bristled at the order but complied, clearing the debris to a corner. I took Connie over to her big, plush chair and sat her in it. I then pointed to a part of the couch, indicating that Denise should sit. She coloured indignantly but sat, then I joined her, sitting facing her.

"Why is she over there?" Denise demanded, looking at Connie, who had drawn her knees up to her chest, holding her arms around them and concealing her cheeks, scarlet from tears.

"Because I don't trust you near her yet," I said evenly. "This conversation is between you and me right now, unless she chooses to join the conversation."

"You the fucking intermediary now?"

"Then let me put it this way, Denise," I said tersely. "Because I fucked your wife and got her pregnant. Your problem should be with me, not her. Why the fuck are you not there for her?"

That question seemed to floor her, because she said nothing. The only sound was Connie crying again. I stared at her pointedly and she finally faltered. "I... I..."

"Denise, can you tell me what has actually happened?" I asked, hoping to get her to open up. "I have no idea if this problem can be fixed or not, but I need to know everything, top to bottom. Please just tell me."

Denise sighed. "I got my period two weeks after our last session. My period isn't always regular yet, since the hormones might still be getting out of my system. But the point is, I'm not pregnant."

"But we managed to get Connie pregnant, in spite of the odds."

Denise nodded sullenly. "She didn't get her period last week and we tried a pregnancy test this morning."

"And you lost your shit." I concluded.

"How can you blame me?" she said hotly. "We were supposed to get me pregnant, not institute an inbreeding program."

I clenched my jaw and my fist tightened in my lap as I resisted the urge to punch her, hard. I let that one slide. "Denise, you know none of us wanted things to work out this way. We all got drunk that night and things happened. Hell, you two even discussed letting her fuck me. We were all too in the moment to use a condom, why are you raging at her?"

"You don't think it's a betrayal of her vows to me?"

"No, not anymore than if she's been raped and impregnated or got cancer and left you alone," I answered. "I don't blame you for being stunned and upset, but you shouldn't be with Connie. "I'm not happy about this either, and I somehow doubt she is."

Denise looked over at Connie, her eyes narrowing, but my sister just stared into nothing. She then looked back at me. "Alright, genius. Now what?"

"I... don't know." I admitted. "This is not something I expected."

"Here's an idea for you, then." Denise said coldly. "Kill it."

She never saw my palm coming. I struck her across the other cheek and sent her flying off the couch and tumbling across the floor. Connie looked on in wide-eyed shock, her hands clapped over her mouth. She'd never seen me this angry before. Denise had barely finished tumbling before I was on her, sitting on her legs to pin her and grappling on to her shirt, bunching it in my fist. Her eyes were wide with terror as my hand went behind me, ready to slap her into oblivion.

And then a gentle set of hands on my wrist, staying my strike.

"Johnny," my sister said quietly. "Please. Don't hurt my wife..."

Denise and I both looked at her in bewilderment. Her face was wet with tears, but she was trying to smile. She looked at us both lovingly.

"We're all hurting," she said softly. "For different reasons and the same reasons. But we all love one another too much to let this destroy us. Please. Let's not go down this path. There's only hurt and agony. I don't want to lose my wife and my brother."

Connie helped me stand up and then knelt down next to Denise. She took her by the hands and stood her up. They looked into one another's eyes for several seconds before Connie hugged Denise close, trembling with emotion.

"I'm so sorry, my love," she murmured, tears on her cheeks again. Even now, she was so beautiful. "So very sorry..."

Woodenly, Denise put her arms around Connie, not really returning the hug at first, but finally softening and beginning to cry. I stood nearby and simply watched, unsure of what to do. What the Hell did one do in situations like this?

"Johnny?" my sister said quietly, still caressing Denise's back. I moved in and put my arms around them, adding to the hug. Denise was trembling and I felt her arm go around my waist and she buried her face in my chest.

"I'm sorry, Johnny!" she sobbed.

"I'm sorry too, Denise." I said gently, my cheeks growing warm and my eyes stinging. "I'm so sorry I hit you."

"No, I understand," she said, looking up at me. "You were protecting Connie, and I said terrible things."

"That doesn't justify-"

"Let's not worry about who's to blame for what," Connie interjected, smiling at us both. "There'll be plenty to figure out as is without factoring any of this mess in. I say we forget it and continue talking."

She led us over to the couch and we all sat down, Denise in the middle. Connie took her hands and held them in her lap, gazing into her wife's eyes. "You know, my dearest love, that I'd never intentionally hurt you. Ever."

Denise swallowed. "Even for Johnny?"

My sister smiled. "I'd never choose Johnny over you. I may never hurt him for you, but you wouldn't be who I thought you were if you needed me to do that. But you're my wife. I married you. I'll leave Johnny behind if we move to another country. I love you so much."

"I... I guess maybe that's what got stuck in my head. I know you two love one another. Maybe you're in love."

Connie shrugged. "If it weren't for you, I'd be very deeply in love with Johnny, if he weren't my brother."

"I've got a pretty sick crush on my sister," I admitted. "Have had for years. But I love her too much to keep her from being happy, Denise. And I've never seen her happier than she is with you."

"Until today," Denise sighed, finally coming to terms with how she'd been behaving. "Can you forgive me, Connie?"

"Of course, my love. No question. Your temper unnerves me, but we'll overcome that. And to be honest, I think we have a more immediate problem to overcome."

We were all silent, knowing what she was referring to- I'd impregnated my sister. What the Hell were we going to do about that?

"Do we get Connie an abortion?" I asked. "I... I know that the guy doesn't really have a say in these things, so I'll let you two decide and if you want my opinion, just let me know."

Denise and Connie looked at one another for several seconds, communicating silently. I had absolutely no idea what they were thinking. It probably didn't matter that I had no clue, this wasn't my decision.

"I... I don't want to," Connie admitted. "Our family has no major health issues. All things considered, this kid has a pretty good chance of being normal, even if we have to conceal their real parentage for their entire life."

"I guess I was looking forward to being the one who was giving birth." Denise sighed. "Been reading up and stuff."

"You... could still get pregnant." Connie mentioned. "I mean, Johnny's bank isn't empty and you two have even less risk of defects with a child."

"Wait, he'll get both of us pregnant?" Denise exclaimed, her eyes nearly as wide as mine. "Each of us having his kid?"

"If you still want to be a mother," Connie answered, nodding. "Denise, nothing about this situation wasn't weird to begin with, and now that everything has gone completely sideways, maybe we can still make it a little bit right by sticking to the original plan."

Denise didn't say anything. She seemed lost in thought.

"So, I just keep having sex with him until he gets me pregnant?"

"Just like we had planned to begin with." Connie confirmed.

"Are you still going to have sex with him?" Denise asked suspiciously.

"Only if you are okay with it," Connie laughed. "Besides, what's he going to do, get me more pregnant?"

"Well, you got me there," Denise sighed. "And that was an amazing threesome. Just... after you have your kid, can we please put you on the planet's strongest birth control?"

"I'll get my tubes tied, one's enough for me." Connie giggled. "You can be the breeder."

They hugged one another, whispering softly and then turned to look at me. I shifted somewhat uncomfortably.

"Well, Johnny," my sister began. "I'm not kidding, I need your input here. I personally want to keep this child, but I'll terminate this pregnancy in a heartbeat if you don't want to be the father of my child, with all the inherent risks involved. What happened was incest, yes, and we both enjoyed it. This was an unhappy accident. I can't make this choice without you. Please be honest."

I rubbed my face, trying to clear my head. This whole situation these past few months, had it been out of control and doomed before it started? Was perpetuating it not just asking for more heartache and insanity?

What if the kid was fucked up? What would we tell our parents?

But being a mother would make Connie happy. Which meant there was no other choice in my world.

"You can keep the baby, sis," I said finally. "And yes, I'll get Denise pregnant too. We'll just tell mom and dad you used the same donor, decided that two kids would help your case for the house. They'll be perfectly happy to have two grandchildren."

They both sighed, this entire crisis settled, at least from their point of view. "We'll need to get married again," Denise mentioned. "I was screaming that I'd divorced you and threw my ring in the toilet."

"Did you flush it?" Connie asked. Denise shook her head. "Oh, no worries, then, we'll just get Johnny to take the toilet apart and retrieve it."

"Thanks, sis." I said dryly as they began laughing.

***

Less than two weeks later, I managed to get Denise pregnant. We'd decided to forgo the fertility rhythm method and had just been fucking constantly, keeping her inundated with my sperm. Connie joined us constantly and I fucked her happily, but my cum was mostly reserved for Denise. They told my parents that they were both pregnant from the same donor, which seemed a little strange to mom and dad at first, but there was no denying the practicality of the plan, since they were granted purchase privileges of the house they wanted soon after. Any weirdness my parents felt was soon replaced by excitement about becoming grandparents.

It was also decided that I would move in with Connie and Denise, not only so that mom and dad could turn my room into a nursey for the endless visits, but also to help take care of my sister and her wife, once they were in their late trimester and would need help doing things. The fact that we were all lovers remained our little secret, of course. I had my own room, but we all slept together in the master bedroom.

Connie gave birth just under nine months later, to a girl named Anne, after Denise's departed mother. Anne was beautiful and perfect, showing no signs of any genetic difficulties. Connie and I were both dark-haired and looked similar enough that no one questioned Anne's appearance.

Denise had her child just a few short weeks later, a boy named Johnny. They told everyone it was in gratitude for all my help and support. But 'Uncle' Johnny would always know better and I was secretly the proudest father in the world.

They say the Chinese word for 'crisis' is the same as the word for 'opportunity', depending on how you read it. Adversity sometimes opens new doors.

And even unhappy accidents can lead to joys you never knew lay in your future.

***

Author's Notes: I know, My Naughty Neighbour was supposed to be the next update, but this was a request from a reader and there was even payment for it, so...

This is a one-off, obviously, but I'm hoping it was worth the effort. Incest seems to be rather popular these days. I guess it really is the Last Frontier when it comes to taboo. This would explain Game of Thrones, wouldn't it?

This entire story was written in one day, all 18,000+ words, while sitting in a studio and listening to the Bobby Fuller Four on a loop. I think its safe to say that my writing muse is whispering in my ear again and we're on speaking terms, eh? Hell, my fingers aren't even cramped. That can only mean good things.

Anyways, back to My Naughty Neighbour, not to mention a few other new story ideas that have been requested or have occurred to me. Let's see if I can keep this (pace) up, shall we?

Keep your stick on the ice!

- Management