Kate an I did eventually make it back to the jacuzzi. We had gotten frigid enough, not being willing to abandon the blankets to go shut the windows, that the now lukewarm water prickled our skin. We stat in that tub for at least an hour, reminiscing, joking, gently touching and stroking each other. I don't think either of us had the energy for much more at that point.
When we finally made our way back to bed, it was at least three o'clock in the morning. Both of us were exhausted, physically, and definitely emotionally. I think we both planned to just cuddle, and let ourselves slowly drift so sleep. But I think we also felt like time together was precious. We laid there for a long time, facing each other, holding hands. I would close my eyes, and when I opened them, see the glint of her eyes looking back at me. Eventually, at some point, fatigue becoming strong enough to overcome any judgment, and I leaned in to kiss her. She kissed back. We touched each other, slowly, exploring each other with our hands and mouths. We drew each other close, and held each other firm. She rolled on top of me, and we made love, her hips grinding on me. I still have the image burned into my brain, the moonlight coming through the window and casting a blue light on the lines of her curves, her cleft, a dark shadow pressed against me, her breasts swaying with each movement of her hips. We spent this whole time making love gazing at each other, our fingers interlaced, until finally she threw her head back, the veins standing clear on her neck, her legs clenching on me as I spent myself inside of her, for the third time this night.
I slept a dreamless sleep and woke up spooning Kate, my face buried in her hair. She felt me stirring and stretched, reaching her arm behind her and cupping my head and neck. I kissed her on the back of the neck, and we laid there in silence for a while. She looked at her phone and was startled by the time - we were supposed to have cleared out of this rental fifteen minutes earlier. She got up and I watched her dress, keeping an archive of mental images, not knowing how many more times I would see her like this. Once she was fully re-dressed, she looked back at me.
"C'mon lazy bones! We have to clear out. Don't think that every time you wake up to see me in this skirt you get a sloppy blow job!" She threw my underwear and pants at me as she spoke, and I pulled them back on.
It was a crisp, clear, cloudless day, and a light snow had fallen overnight. Our feet crunched on it with each step. The drive back to our city was quiet and comfortable, and, if I was honest with my self, surprising in its normalcy after the emotions of the previous night.
"You know," Kate finally said, clearly starting a non sequitur and turning down the radio, "I joked about Alena needing to be there for a last hurrah, but if you're not up for that, it would be okay."
"You think I'm going to give up a chance to fuck your lesbian wife again? Are you crazy?" I joked back.
"Hey, listen, let's be serious for a sec. I was there last night. We both clearly have feelings about this, and we don't need to pretend we don't. I'm trying to really check in with you."
"No, I get that. And I appreciate it. But I actually feel really at peace with everything. Having thought it through, and talked it out, I think we're doing the right thing. And honestly, the past two months have been so much fun. I don't think I'll ever pass up a chance to play with the two of you."
"So maybe it doesn't have to be a last last hurrah?"
"You and Alena will obviously have something to say about that. But for me - I think after last night's talk, I can engage with this as just fun sex (though there's obviously always going to be some emotional component there). I don't know. Without the intensity of the breeding stuff, without the boundaries we'd set up, without all that other stuff, maybe we could just be, I don't know. Sister slash sister in law with benefits?" I paused before continuing. "But I do think I'm going to start dating again. The one thing this experience has really shown me is how much I want a person that's all in on me."
"That's good to hear. I love you, bro."
"I love you too!"
~~~~~
The next few weeks were uneventful - we texted as a group, and everything felt good and chill. I went on a few dates, but nothing really sparked, though it felt good to be back out there. Kate, Alena and I kept on trying to get together but the timing was difficult - one or the other of us were out of town a lot of the time. I did see Kate on my own a few times, for hangouts or coffee, and then about four weeks after my night with Kate at the lakefront, I got together with Alena for a catch up. She suggested a bar near their house, and so I parked by their place and walked over to meet her.
She was already at the bar when I came in, and I'm not sure if I was imagining it - she was only six weeks pregnant at this point - but I could have sworn I already saw some changes in her. Alena was usually rail skinny, and typically didn't wear bras, but I thought her breasts were filling out the top of her black tank top more than they usually would, and that there was the slightest trace of a curve to her belly, which had previously been washing-board flat.
When she got up and hugged me I could feel that she was still eschewing bras, and that her nipples were hard as they pressed against my chest. We settled in at two seats at the far end of the bar, and I ordered a club soda in solidarity with her not being able to drink.
"Club soda? What, are you pregnant too?" she asked.
"Well, I'd feel bad -"
"Hey, just because I can't have fun doesn't mean you can't! Plus, you can always crash at our place if you don't want to tie one on a little bit and can't drive home."
That sounded good to me, I told her. She flagged down the bartender, a cute blonde with a button nose, and amended my order to a gin and tonic. I thanked her and drank it down gratefully - it had been a long week at work, and I needed to unwind a bit. The bar had a pleasant hum, and was pretty busy. It was nice - we could talk quietly and still hear each other, but the hubbub around us gave us a cloak of anonymity and privacy.
We chatted and joked, and slowly our talk turned to her pregnancy. I was about three drinks in, and it suddenly hit me that I was talking to the woman I had knocked up. I had so thoroughly thought of this child as being Alena and Kate's that I had almost forgotten. There's a fun sense of power to the thought that all the changes a person's body are going through are because of you. Because you fucked them, and came in them.
"So," I said, "which time do you think it was? On the table? Or that time on the couch while we were watching Kate put on a show? Or was it during Lord of the Rings? Are you going to have to name this child Gimli? Hopefully it was one of the earlier times, before I was all out of the good sperm and down to... what did you call it, the 'janky' ones?"
"Oh, I thought all of your swimmers were probably pretty good. I was just trying to re-assure you that you probably didn't just knock up your sister, you little perv... speaking of which, if I had to bet - I would say it was the time on the couch. With your eyes closed. When you were calling me Kate. You came like a fire hose that time."
I laughed and we continued chatting. The pregnancy had been going well. No bad first trimester symptoms so far, none of that nausea, exhaustion for the most part. Kate and Alena had already started nesting a bit, planning on how they would convert the guest room into a nursery. I was probably on to my fourth drink at this point, and feeling a very pleasant buzz.
"The one problem," Alena told me, "is that I'm horny all of the time. Like, I wake up with my tits aching. My nipples are always hard and probably twice as sensitive as they were before. And, though I'm shamed to admit it, it's probably just the pregnancy hormones, but man, am I craving cock. Kate's probably used her strap-on on me more times this month than in the rest of our relationship combined."
Alena had definitely piqued my interest. I hadn't fucked anyone since Kate almost a month before, and with the gin, Alena's more womanly curves, and the reminiscence of breeding her, I found my desire for her stronger than exepcted. She rubbed her legs together as she spoke, and I could see a bit of color rise on the top of her chest.
