Chapter 4- Night before Thanksgiving! pt 1
At the start of fall we enjoyed Oktoberfest. Well, I enjoyed it at least while Andrea and Devon grumbled about being unable to drink. Still, we did find a very nice wine store and they did enjoy a single glass of hot spiced wine, but that was all. We enjoyed walking around the town, browsing the shops, buying souvenirs and presents for each other, and dinner.
The hot weather turned cool and we went on weekend drives and found hiking trails where we could enjoy the changing colors. Lime green, yellow, orange, and bright reds. We enjoyed our drives and our walks hand in hand. Me in the center with Devon clasping my right hand and Andrea holding my left. The left because it was the one that bore Andrea's wedding ring, and on my right I wore a gold ring for my unofficial marriage to Devon.
The days passed by and for the better part of three months I haven't heard from Mary again. Not after letting me know that she was pregnant, and that I was the father. That isn't to say that she didn't call. Mary called as often as Birgitte and Abigail. Andrea and Devon both spent hours on the phone announcing their pregnancies over much laughing and crying. Since then, they all called each other often to check up and talk about babies, their changing bodies, and what to expect in the coming weeks.
Much to my chagrin, it was insisted upon that I listen as either Devon or Andrea read from the book "What to Expect when you're Expecting". When I tried to hide in my office the first few times, both women simply came sauntering in with catty smiles and sat on Devon's old bed, our old queen which she never used anymore since moving in to sleep with Andrea and I, and read until with many sighs I suggested that we move out to the couch. I tried to grin and bear it with grace.
November came and with it Devon's sixth month of pregnancy with Andrea only two weeks behind her. They were both much bigger now, their bellies much rounder and almost identical in size. There were stiff muscles, aching backs, other strange aches, and even stranger cravings, and that was just me!
Multiplied by two!
As the month passed by the weather turned cool, many of the days overcast more often than not. Rain showers would drizzle all day long. Sometimes for days. Other times there were rain storms accompanied by wind that rattled the windows and whipped the trees. Afterward the two anxious women harangued me until I checked the roof for missing shingles. However, the best was when bitter cold fronts blew down out of Canada and we got our first frosts. During those days I started a fire in the fireplace and we three cuddled on the couch or on the floor beneath blankets. Cookies and hot coco were made, and then we got creative with the whip cream.
The last week of November came and the day before Thanksgiving we drove for the better part of the day across the state to Birgitte's home. It was family tradition, Birgitte always hosted "Thanksgiving Dinner" though everyone was expected to bring a gift and to help out. My family had similar traditions, but this year since there was only me and Henry for husbands, our families were invited to Birgitte's Thanksgiving Dinner as well!
With Andrea and Devon to keep me busy I had no time to write, and no time to fantasize and lust for Mary, Birgitte, or Abigail. And so, without a second thought I got out of the car and opened the doors for Devon and Andrea and led them up to Birgitte's front door and knocked. I had to knock twice, and then ring the doorbell, and then at long last the door opened.
Abigail opened the door and my mouth fell open. Her belly was as large as Andrea's and Devon's, and her breasts were held in a much larger bra that suspended them just above her belly like two overripe watermelons. Milk white melons that had grown from 32h's to 34j's. She looked at me and gave me a calculated smirk with a slight nod, for my unasked question. Andrea gasped while Devon cried out, "Abigail, you're pregnant! Fuck! Why didn't you tell us?!"
"Well, so is," Abigail chuckled as Andrea and Devon released my arms and charged forward, and turning her around as they reached her, herded her back into the house leaving me on the doorstep.
Figuring now was as good a time as any to bring in the luggage, I turned around and went back to the car. I grabbed Andrea's and Devon's bags first. Walking back to the door, Birgitte was waiting there to greet me. I reached the porch just as she opened the door for me. Birgitte was a chestnut brown colored master copy of Abigail, and like her daughters, Birgitte was five and half months pregnant. She had the largest breasts I had seen thus far. Hanging low even with the support of a bra, propped up and pointing outward, they were at least two full cup sizes larger than they had been five months ago and at least a full cup size larger than Abigail's.
I froze on the porch staring at her large round belly.
Shit! I growled in my own head, though outwardly only my mouth had fallen open dumbly. Knowing that I got Mary and Devon pregnant was one thing, but now Abigail and Birgitte were too!
What the fuck happened? After all my talk about birth control and how I didn't want kids. Well, not for at least a few more years, I amended internally. Was I ready for this? Five women. Five! My mother-in-law, my wife, and her three sisters. All of them, pregnant!
I felt a little woozy as Birgitte cleared her throat. Looking up at her dark brown eyes, she gave me a warm smile glowing with motherhood and her usual self-confidence, before purring, "Good evening Ryan. Yes. It's yours, and so is Abigail's if you hadn't already deduced as much. It seems that you got very very lucky in Vegas..."
She half turned as she nodded her head back towards the house, "Well, come on, let me show you to your room."
She started to lead the way back inside.
David was a very rich man when he decided to cheat on and divorce Birgitte. The divorce was amicably negotiated, and quick. He got the toys and collectables. Birgitte got the house, a modest alimony that would keep the pantry full, pay the utilities, and pay the property taxes. And she got one of 10 cars David owned, her choice.
The property was fifteen acres with a ten bedroom and eleven bathroom mansion built in the shape of a "U". It was all one story with the foyer, library, office, great room, living room, kitchen, breakfast nook, and dining room. The east and west wings of the house were all bedrooms and made up the two legs of the "U".
The master bedroom and four family bedrooms, each with a private bathroom, made up the west wing of the house. The east wing, which had never been used, had six guest bedrooms with their own bathrooms. The house almost had an exclusive hotel retreat vibe to it.
