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Chapter 6- Comfortable With It All
Kelsey had to admit, the difference in Jane was remarkable. Ever since they'd admitted to one another that they were in love, and would always be together, her younger sister seemed like a new woman. She was dynamic and energetic, only occasionally stopped short by bouts of horrific morning sickness. But when she wasn't green at the gills and trying to turn herself inside out puking, she was the sunshine-y Jane that Kelsey remembered from their younger days.
Jane's excitement and lust for life had been forced and rather artificial for some time, of course. Knowing that her parents disapproved of her and her lifestyle almost entirely, she felt like an unwanted embarrassment, and it tore her up inside, making her behave even worse. She ended up pregnant by one of a possible set of men, and their parents had never let her live it down, talking about what shame she'd brought to the family.
Worse, they compered her to her older sister Kelsey, married to the stable and respectable Derek, and pregnant with a
legitimate
child. Through no fault of her own, Kelsey wouldn't have blamed Jane if she'd hated her after having to endure that level of scorn from her parents. Somehow, though, Jane didn't, even if she was secretly jealous of their parents' approval for the 'perfect' older sibling.
But then Derek had up and left Kelsey, without so much as an apology or a by-your-leave, abandoning her while she was early in her pregnancy and leaving everyone utterly shocked and dismayed. Jane took no joy in it, per se, but a small part of her was relieved to know that their mother and father now looked at the perfect Kelsey somewhat differently as well, as if she was somehow damaged goods or might have done something to drive Derek away.
No, Jane didn't like what happened to her sister at all, but she could now conclude that the problem was obviously with her parents, and not just her.
And when they so coolly went off on safari somewhere, while the girls were so close to being due, it inevitably brought Kelsey and Jane closer together. Their relationship as sisters had been a complicated one. They squabbled a lot, fought frequently, but also always had each other's backs when the chips were down. They competed sexually against one another, seeing who was better with boys or who managed to do something wild first, like try anal or get double-penetrated. The competition had gone on for years, mostly under the radar of their parents, at least where Kelsey was concerned.
It wasn't all competition in those formative years, mind- they'd learned to masturbate together, practiced kissing with one another, fondled one another's boobs, but nothing either would consider the least bit lesbian or even bisexual. They'd always been motivated by boys.
And now here they were, holed up in their parents' ski lodge together, each more than eight months pregnant and inexplicably in love with each other.
And they didn't care how strange it seemed. It was no one else's business now, was it?
Jane had convinced Kelsey to join her in dancing around the living room, and the brunette girl was trying not to blush with embarrassment as she waddled and swayed in circles, trying to copy her sister's movements. Despite being just shy of nine months pregnant, Jane still managed to move seductively, gyrating, slinking and even twerking with ease.
"You're doin' great, Kels!" the blonde girl announced cheerfully, slithering slowly in a circle around her sister and fondling her butt as she did so. "My sexy sis is dancing with me, and it's hot!"
"Ufff, thanks for lying, but you really should get better at it," Kelsey puffed, already sweating from these weird, unnatural movements for a pregnant woman to make. It didn't help that they were both buck naked, meaning her huge belly jiggled and her big boobs were flopping everywhere, according to her. "But thanks for trying to make me feel attractive."
"Oh, you are," Jane chided cheerfully, pausing in dancing and stepping in front of Kelsey, pressing close to her. Their bellies met, but she didn't push hard enough to cause discomfort. She was, on the other hand, close enough to squash their breasts together and squirm them about while holding her sister's hands. "Don't you keep telling me that I'm not the giant fuck-up our parents always insist I am?"
"You're not," Kelsey said sternly, her eyes narrowing slightly. "You are not a fuck-up, Jane. Mom and dad are in the wrong here. They're wrong."
"Oh, so I have to believe
you
in spite of years of conditioning and feeling worthless, but you don't have to believe me over your goofy perceptions of yourself?" Jane teased, smirking and swinging their hands back and forth. "That's hardly fair now, is it? Especially since what I'm asking you to believe is so much easier."
Kelsey sighed loudly. "I don't know how, but in some ways, getting pregnant seems to have made you smarter," she muttered. "You're still a total dingbat, so don't get your hopes up, but you've got this frightening slut-logic now that is really annoying, because it can't be refuted, even if it's not true."
"Oh, now you're just being a brat," Jane pointed out, pulling back slightly to just brush her nipples across Kelsey's teasing them both and making them shiver. "Is me being right really that painful for you?"
Kelsey rolled her eyes, knowing she wasn't going to win this one. Well, she had Jane drinking pregnancy smoothies without complaint, so maybe she could let this one by. After all, was Jane thinking she was sexy such a bad thing? Who else did she have to be sexy for? No one. Fuck the world, she loved Jane.
"There, that's better," said the blonde sweetly, knowing she'd won and leaning down to give her sister's breast an affectionate kiss. "Life is better when Kels admits she's sexy."
"I admit to nothing, I'm just not arguing with you any more." Kelsey pointed out. "There's a difference."
"Oh, woe is Kelsey," Jane mocked, attempting to use a deep voice while putting the back of her wrist to her forehead and swooning to the thick, fur rug they were standing on. "Woe, oh woe! She is unwelcomely sexy, and the world must now end, because to disagree with her is certain doom!"
Kelsey shook her head and knelt down heavily next to her prone sister, beginning to tickle her. Jane whooped with laughter, squirming and turning pink quickly.
"Stopstopstop!" she squealed, thrashing about. "I'm gonna pee! Don't make me pee on the rug! Dad loves this rug!"
"I'm unsexy! Admit it!" Kelsey teasingly demanded, tickling relentlessly. "Say it, whore!"
"N-never!" Jane wheezed, her face almost red now as she tried to control herself. "Never! You're sexy! You're the sexiest big sissy alive! I'll piss and die before I say otherwise!"
Something in the way Jane said that made Kelsey slow down in tickling her little sister, to the place where she was caressing with her fingertips now and allowing Jane to calm down before she really did piss herself. Jane was breathing heavily, but no longer thrashing about like a lunatic. Her colour was slowly returning to normal, and her eyes were closed as she tried to relax.
Had Jane really meant it? She seemed absolutely convinced that Kelsey was sexually attractive, even now, when she was the size of a plant-eating dinosaur. Why would Jane say that if she didn't mean it? She'd always talked straight and been rather blunt about things before. Did her sister have some weird, secret pregnancy fetish? Was it just rose-coloured glasses because she was in love with Kelsey?
Maybe she was right? Just maybe?
The pregnancies had done weird things to the sisters, for certain. Jane, for example, had mostly kept her trim and sexy figure, although her breasts were somewhat larger than normal, and she looked like she'd swallowed a soccer ball. But from behind, you could barely tell she was almost nine months pregnant.
Unless you smelled her. Poor Jane, her hormones were off, and when she was feeling sick, she often smelled of ammonia and sour milk. She also had terrible morning sickness, even now at the end of her third trimester, and it was pitiful to see her at those moments. She would puke her guts out and described the feeling as being worse than the worst cramps she'd ever imagined. She'd have an almost deathly pallor to her, and sour sweat would stream off her body for hours, accompanied by headaches that would have her weeping in despair and agony.
Kelsey, meanwhile, had been gifted with what could be considered a blessed pregnancy- she'd rarely felt anything even remotely resembling morning sickness at any point, and the pregnancy had given her a healthy glow. Her chocolate brown hair was more thick, lustrous and beautiful than ever right now. Militant about taking folic acid, vitamins and galactogogues, she stayed healthy by walking and getting fresh air.
But that was about all she could do, because her inbound son, Ben, had made her bloat to the size of a small passenger plane. She hadn't seen her feet or her vagina in months, and she could barely see her huge stomach because of her breasts now.
That was the only soreness she really felt, the lactation. She and Jane both seemed to produce milk so rapidly that they would need to milk one another at least twice a day, or their breasts were sore and sensitive beyond comprehension. It was unreal.
So Kelsey nursed Jane when she was hurting and sick, and Jane fought hard to convince Kelsey that was not, in fact, a blimposaurus, but a lovely and sexually attractive mother-to-be.
Why was Kelsey fighting this so hard?
"You really mean that, don't you?" she asked quietly, her hands now moving up to Jane's breasts and caressing them gently. The blonde's eyes opened, and she looked at her sister dreamily, giving a languid nod.
