It's been a long time since Tom changed a diaper. Not since Claire was a baby, and she sure as hell isn't a kid anymore. But as is the case with most things, it comes back to you very quickly when you're in the deep end. However, at 41 years of age, starting again with a third child was not in Tom's plans.
For a while after discovering Emma was pregnant, Tom decided he would try to be extra cautious and wear a rubber whenever he screwed someone, other than his sister-in-law that is, the milk had already been spilled there. But with a cock as big as his, it was impossible to find a condom to fit without causing him serious discomfort. So he just settled for blowjobs and the odd ass fuck with anyone who was willing to try, however most women just laughed and said "no fucking way" when they saw what he was packing. He got over this anxiety after a week and resumed screwing pussies bareback again. It was the worst week of his life.
Tom loved nothing more than cumming into in a woman's cunt, the feeling of his seed flooding a hole that was made for cock was the icing on the cake for him. Whatever drove this need, Tom wasn't going to deny himself that wonderful pleasure just because of one mishap. If he was completely honest with himself, putting a baby in Emma had opened up a completely new fascination for him, and the idea of breeding as many women as possible was a huge turn on. It's not that he actually wants to father countless children, it's the thrill of the possibility that makes his balls tingle. Covering a fertile egg with his virile seed is a primal instinct after all.
Sam was born one month ago today, a beautiful baby boy that instantly became the center of Tom and Emma's world. But the past 8 months since they discovered Emma was pregnant were difficult.
Tom and Emma decided to tell Laura together. They knew it would be painful for her to hear this, her husband of over 20 years, her high school sweetheart, had knocked up her little sister. But she deserved to know the truth, and sure enough, she was as devastated as they knew she would be. They also came clean about how they felt about each other. No more sneaking around hiding their true relationship. They needed to move on, one way or another.
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For a while it looked like our marriage wasn't going to last. We stayed living together, but we drifted apart. We even stopped having sex. Our intimacy has always been at the core of our relationship. Down through the years, no matter what disagreement, argument, or any relationship troubles we went through like any married couple, we always had sex to fall back on, it was like our bind. But after Laura found out about the pregnancy, that was lost for the first time in our marriage. I had nobody to blame only myself, I hurt her deeply.
I love my wife more than life itself, I couldn't lose her. But I also couldn't deny my feelings for Emma. Being equally in love with two sisters is complicated. Thankfully, through time Laura started to come back to me. It took a lot of work, and more forgiveness than any wife should have to offer her husband, but she found it in her heart to move past what had happened. The fact she held on to her love for me though everything is something I can never fully make up to her.
I had a feeling we could possibly make it through when one night while I was sleeping in our spare room, Laura came to me. She said nothing, but climbed on top of me and we had sex for the first time in over 6 months. When she was done, she slid off and returned to her bedroom. Not a word was spoken.
I didn't want to push it though, and in the end I didn't need to. Her late night visits became more frequent, and one night after we fucked, she even fell asleep in the spare room beside me.
We started talking more too. She started to ask me about my day at work again. She would even sit and watch TV with me, just the two of us. The ice was starting to melt.
The kids didn't seem to be overly bothered about the whole thing. Both of them told me I fucked up, and they weren't happy about me hurting their mother. But when the news sank in, they seemed genuinely excited about having a new half-brother (we decided to find out the gender of the baby at one of our consultations). Well, half-brother and cousin actually, all rolled into one! Yeah, a bit fucked up I guess.
Emma's husband Jack took the news much better than we expected. He was pissed, don't get me wrong, but he seemed more defeated than angry. I think he already knew how Emma and I felt about each other. He's not blind, I had been hanging around their house quite a bit. He and Emma are going to stay together. It sickens me with jealously, knowing Emma has a husband she still cares for, even if it is deep down, but we all have to make concessions here. They have three young kids of their own to think about, so I can't blame them for trying to work on their marriage for the sake of the kids if nothing else.
Eventually, not long before Emma's due date, Laura and I had a full and frank "clear the air" talk.
"You really hurt me Tom. I don't mean getting Emma pregnant, these things happen when you have sex. You both screwed up there. I'm talking about you having real feelings for her. Jesus Tom, was it not enough to be able to just fuck her whenever you want. Why did you have you go and fall in love. With my sister!" Laura said, teh volume of her voice increasing with each word.
"I know Laura. I've betrayed you. We both have. But we don't want to live a lie either. We had to tell you how we felt about each other. I didn't think it was possible to love two people equally," I replied.
"Oh, so she's my equal in your eyes now! We've been together for 23 years for Christ's sake. Does that count for nothing? And you've been screwing her for what, a year? Give me a break," Laura spat the words out.
"That came out wrong. Of course the last 23 years count for something, I've loved every day of our time together. But I can't help my feelings for Emma. I'm talking about now, how I feel about both of you at this moment in time," I said calmly, trying to get her to understand.
"Look, you're going to have a baby very soon, and I'm going to be part of his life. He will be my nephew, and my step-son. God, even saying it sounds weird," she said, and I couldn't disagree. "I'm not abandoning my family for anything. And it fucking kills me to say this," then she hesitates, "but I still love you, even if you are a piece of shit."
"So, what are you saying?" I asked tentatively.
"I'm saying we'll get through this. Part of me wishes I didn't still love you, but I do. So I'm not losing you," she said.
"And what about how I feel about Emma?" I risked asking.
"If I have to share you with her....." she said, and pauses for a few seconds, "then so be it."
With that, she walked out of the room. She probably couldn't bare to look at me any longer. That must have been difficult for her to do, to draw a line in the sand like that and begin moving on.
I hid it well, but I was dancing inside. I couldn't believe my luck.
I called Emma to tell her what Laura said. She didn't seem as enthusiastic as me. Well, she was about to pop any day now, so maybe that's understandable.
I felt like celebrating, and what better way than my favorite activity. I decided that I probably shouldn't push my luck with Laura just yet. So instead I made my way down to Claire's room.
"Hey baby," I said as I knocked and opened my daughter's bedroom door. "You up to much?"
