I woke up at four in the morning. I had a lousy night's sleep. I had to confront Eden, and I wanted to get this over with. I had my suspicions, but I needed to hear it from her lips. Gradually, the sounds coming from their rooms meant they were up. In a little while, I could hear their high heels softly clicking on the hardwood floors. They were speaking quietly while preparing breakfast. I walked in; I hadn't bothered getting dressed, I was still in my boxers., The girls were in sleeveless light dresses, with nylons and heels. I had trained them well.
There was little talk during the meal. I noticed Margaret's eyes were bloodshot from being sealed with all that cum. Eden stared at her food as usual, not wanting to say the wrong thing.
I finished breakfast and told them I was going to shower. Margaret followed me into the hall.
"Sir, I noticed you're hard, do you want me to kiss you there?"
She still couldn't say suck or fuck; I let it go; she was cute in an innocent way.
"After I shower, you can."
She squealed as I smacked her round ass. If things work out like I think they will, I want to have plenty of cum.
After my shower I felt better. Sitting at my desk in the study. I could hear them in the kitchen, I might as well get this over with.
"Eden, come in here, please."
She came running as fast as her heels would allow. She entered cautiously; her eyes cast down.
"Yes, sir."
"I'm not going to waste time. I've noticed a change in your body and your vomiting in the morning. What's going on?"
Her tears started streaming down her beautiful face.
She fell to her knees, wrapping her arms around my legs, looking up at me.
"I'm pregnant, please don't be mad at me, I'll do whatever you want."
She was sobbing uncontrollably. I tried pulling her up, but she wouldn't let go of my legs.
"You're not going to throw me out, are you?"
I purposely didn't answer immediately. Looking at her on her knees, I was hard as a rock.
''I hadn't given it much thought; remember you just told me; it's a lot to take in at once."
She started babbling.
"I need you; I'll do anything you want, just let me stay."
She reached up, unzipping my pants, and fished out my dick, holding it in front of her mouth. Her red lips parted, sucking on my rapidly hardening cock.
I held her head in my hands, ramming my dick into her mouth. I smiled down at her while pinching her nose causing her to cough and gag, her face coated with spit and pre-cum. Her crying was turning me on. I started stroking my cock leaving the tip in her mouth.
"You're going to need protein, Eden."
I shot a healthy stream down her throat, she swallowed it all, I pulled out of her mouth, milking the last bit on her face.
"I'll let you know later if you can stay with us. Now, as punishment for waiting to tell me, you're not to wash your face until I tell you."
She got up slowly, looking at the floor.
"I'm so sorry, Master."
"I hope you are. Now get moving and tell your sister to get her ass in here."
Eden hurried out, still crying. Margaret appeared at the door.
"Yes, Master."
"Get in here. First, take your dress off and stand in front of me."
The dress was tight, so she had to wiggle to remove it. Standing before me in a white bra and panties, with a matching garter belt. Her sheer suntan stockings were shining in the morning sun.
"I had an interesting chat with your sister. Before your punishment starts, it was your duty to tell me immediately after she told you."
I lied to her, I just wanted to see what she would say.
"Oh, Master, she never told me. I would have told you, sir. Please don't punish me."
"While I decide, go to the closet and bring me the leather strap, and take little steps; I want to see those tits bounce."
I was getting hard, watching her take mincing little steps, those perfect tits barely covered by white lace demi cups, decorated with tiny yellow flowers. She stood before me.
"Bend over and shake your tits."
Her cheeks turned red, after all I had done to her in the time I've been here, she was still embarrassed.
"Drop the strap and put your hands behind your back, now, shake your shoulders."
Her ripe tits were fighting to get free; I reached out and lightly tugged her bra down. Her boobs sprung free, her nipples rapidly hardening.
"Pick up the strap while keeping your hands behind you. Use your mouth, Margaret."
She dropped to her knees and opened her mouth; I could see her red lips touching the floor as she captured the handle.
"Very good, now sit up and give it to me."
She was on her knees, sitting with the strap in her mouth. I patted her on the head, taking the strap, then reaching into the desk drawer. I took out an ornate leather collar and leash.
She moaned pitifully as I clipped the collar around her neck. I fastened the leash and pulled her close to me.
"NOW HEEL!"
Between her crawling and moaning, she was struggling to keep up with me. I stood over her, patting her head.
"Good girl, Margaret."
Now was the time to reinforce my status as her master.
"If you're a good girl, you'll get a treat. Now let's go for a walk."
I jerked the leash, and she dutifully followed me, her tits swaying side to side. Just then, my phone rang. I had to answer, it was Juan. I pulled the leash tight.
"Sit, girl!"
As my Master spoke, I sat back with my head up, my tits jutting out. My hands were in the classic begging for treats pose.
While he was on the phone, I wondered what would become of my sister. I was afraid he would kick her out. Not many men his age would want to raise a child. I would sacrifice myself to save her. I wasn't listening to my Master's phone call until I heard him say.
"Sure, Juan, you can come now, if you like. The girls would love to see you."
I ended the call. Pulling the leash, I walked Margaret into the kitchen where Eden was finishing the dishes.
"Juan is coming over. Who wants to let him in?"
Eden spoke first.
"I'll do it."
I looked at Margaret, she cringed.
"You can get up and get dressed, but keep your collar on."
I noticed runners in Margaret's stockings from crawling.
"Change your stockings, put black nylons on, and hurry up."
Eden was standing by the door. The dried cum on her face had crusted over. She wanted to say something, but was too timid; she stood by the door, unable to look me in the eye.
The doorbell rang, breaking the silence. Juan walked in, staying behind Eden, enjoying the view. Her dress was skintight, and the thin fabric did nothing to hide the outline of her underwear.
We sat in the family room. Eden stood before us, waiting for an order.