Chapter 5- Night before Thanksgiving! pt 2
After dinner, the men folk, who had been half watching the game over their shoulders or asking for score updates the whole time to agitated glares from the wives, excused themselves and went back to the football game as soon as they were finished eating. The rest of us cleaned up the kitchen. It was during this time, when everyone was occupied that I slipped away with Andrea.
I pulled her down the hallway to our room and quietly closed the door. Turning on her I asked, "What the hell Andrea, you told mom about us? You, me, Devon, Birgitte and Abigail? What about Mary? Did you tell her everything? That I've fucked all of you? That you're all pregnant by me? Well, except you..."
Andrea was shocked and dazed as she frowned. She had not been expecting this. She had been expecting something else, and as I kept on she slowly shook her head. By the time I stopped she looked hurt, and all she said was, "So, my being pregnant by Henry IS a problem!"
"That's not what I said, or what I meant, I was simply stating the facts," I retorted with a shake of my head, "I just don't understand. How could you tell mom everything that has happened?"
"I didn't," She hissed angrily as tears budded in the corners of her eyes, "She simply walked up to me, pulled me aside, and told me her suspicions. There was no lying to her after that! The only thing I managed to keep back was that you got Mary pregnant. As far as she knows, my baby is ours, and Mary's baby is hers and Henry's."
"How could she just know, or even suspect something like this?" I gasped as I stumbled to the bed and sat down hard.
Andrea shrugged as she turned to face me, "I don't know, but that woman can be fierce when she wants to be, and she seemed... deviously happy and intrigued by our circumstances."
"I don't understand," I sighed as I shook my head.
"Me neither," Andrea agreed as she walked over and stood between my knees and wrapped me in a hug before pulling me in to lay my head on her belly. She ran her fingers through my hair as she whispered, "I think this is as good a time as any to talk about ground rules."
"Yes, good," I mumbled into her blouse as I nodded.
"So," She said with a nod that I felt by the movement of her body, "First, I am your first and only legal wife. I get first dibs on you, everyone else will have to negotiate their position in the hierarchy. Second, no cheating on me, or us, with women outside the family. I think one wife and four lovers should be more than enough for you!"
"What about your family's incest," I asked, "I only ask because my mom seemed a bit... incestuous... tonight."
"Oh!" Andrea gasped in surprise and looked up as she thought about it. When she returned her gaze to me she answered, "Me and Devon are the only ones that are very incestuous, I think. I don't know if mom has any proclivity towards it or not, and as for Mary and Abigail, I never suspected they were inclined that way until Vegas. As for your mother... I guess she counts as keeping it in the family. Only, don't pursue them. If they want it, let them come to you. You may find out that it was just your imagination. However, if you do wind up fucking your mom, I suggest you try to not get her pregnant. Her or your sisters, should they get mixed up in this as well."
"I've never thought of them like this before," I lied with a shake of my head. Well, I hadn't since I was a teenager. I had managed to grow to a point where I started dating girls and didn't commit incest, so I am not going to admit to it now, "But mom's eyes... no... her whole countenance was... feral... aroused... I've never seen her behave so... whet before..."
"Well," Andrea mumbled, "Look at me and Devon. You don't need to be a brother and sister to be interested in incest. You can be sisters, father and daughter, or even mother and daughter. In your case, mother and son. You may not have ever thought about it, but maybe she has."
"I guess," I replied but my mind was stunned at the idea that my own mother might be lusting for me.
Might want to have sex with me!
What about dad?
"Come on," Andrea said suddenly as she pulled me to my feet, "We've been gone long enough. We better get back."
With that, I let her drag me back to the living room. Andrea scampered away to talk to my sisters who were talking to Cheyenne and Mary, Devon and Abigail were talking to Yasmina, and mom, Birgitte, and Henry's mother had their heads together.
I still hadn't met the woman so I walked over. As I approached I slipped an arm around Birgitte's waist and mother's as I said, "Well it appears from across the room that you three are in an intense conversation! Hi there, I'm Ryan."
I finished my introduction as the women's conversation came to a sudden end, and so got the distinct impression that I interrupted a private conversation. Birgitte and Kennedy recovered with secretive smirks while Henry's mother smiled as she replied, "Nice to meet you Ryan, I'm Gretchen. I would introduce you to my husband, but then, I'd have to pry him from the television to do that!"
"So what are you three whispering about over here?" I asked, only half meaning to be nosy, the other half was just teasing.
"Oh nothing much really," Gretchen answered.
"Mostly, about the five of us being pregnant," Birgitte said.
"You," Kennedy answered simply.
All of them had answered simultaneously, and then cut sharp eyes at each other at their own inconsistency.
"Really," I chuckled shyly, "Nothing much but me and all five of you being pregnant."
