I couldn’t believe what I’d just heard. “What did you say?” I gasped.
“Debbie and I want you to make us both pregnant. I discovered I was sorry when I got my period, that’s when I realised I wanted another baby, I wanted your baby. I talked to Debbie about it, asking her if she’d mind me having your baby. Deb thought about it for a while, then told me she’d have no problem with it, so long as she could have your baby too.”
“That’s right, Wayne. I love you, I want to have your baby.” Debbie confirmed.
“But,” mom continued, “if you don’t want to, it’s alright. Debbie and I will just go on birth control and we can continue just like before. It’s up to you.”
I sat there thinking it through, with mom and Debbie waiting for my answer. Make my mother and sister pregnant, deliberately. It was a wild idea. Though, I must admit, it was really only taking our actions to the next logical stage. Still the thought…. Then I realised that the thought was turning me on, my body was reacting, it had already made up its mind and was waiting for my brain to catch up. There was still one problem I could think of. “Mom, what about Debbie and college. I don’t want her to miss going to college.”
“Mom and I have talked about it. If I get pregnant I’ll only have to miss a few days around my delivery. Mom will hire a nanny to look after the babies during weekdays when we’re at work and school. We can look after them overnight and during the weekends.”
“Are you both sure? I mean this is much more serious than just making love, this is creating new life? Mom, do you really want to have your sons’ baby? Debbie, do you really want to have your brothers baby?”
They both simultaneously responded, “Yes.” They had obviously made up their minds. And so, I realised had I. “Okay, I’ll try to get you pregnant.” Suddenly my arms were full as they hugged and kissed me. “Thank you, Wayne. You don’t know how much this means to us.” Mom said, tears streaming down her cheeks.
We immediately got down to the mechanics of how we’d do it. It was decided that until they began to become fertile again, we’d abstain from sex so I wouldn’t waste any sperm. They wanted it all in their pussies when it might do its job. Then, when it was time, I’d have sex with one of them in the morning and one in the evening. Giving myself a chance to rebuild a load before the next one.
The next few days were very hard, and so was I. Looking at their naked bodies all the time, and not being able to touch them, and knowing why was driving me mad. I couldn’t wait for my chance to do my duty.