It had been several months since my sister Elizabeth and I quit school. We were hired to work at Mom's office as 'data intake specialists', which meant entering names and numbers into a computer all day long. It could be menial and boring at times, but we made the most of it. Elizabeth and I would race to see who could file the most forms in a set amount of time, or who could do a form the fastest with only one hand. A downside was the team we were on was supposed to have four people, but only the two of us got hired, so for the last few months it's been the two of us doing as much work as four people. We managed though, mostly because we turned out to be really good at it. Our games made us fast and efficient, so we could handle the workload with little difficulty. The only problem was Elizabeth was due for maternity leave in about a month, and I couldn't handle all of the work by myself. That's why they finally hired two more members to complete our team. That's about all I wanted to skip through, but before you ask, I'll tell you: yes, I'm still staying close to my sister (and mom).
"Oh god yes!" Mom cried as I drilled into her tight wet twat. "Give it to me baby! Shoot your dirty seed on our precious children!" She rubbed her enormous white belly, which contained our two new babies. "I want them to bathe in it!"
It took a while since it was my second load that morning, but staring at her giant jiggling tits, which had gotten even bigger after she got pregnant, gave me all the encouragement I needed. I felt the blissful twinge in my balls signaling my massive ejaculation was on the verge of blowing out into Mom's gorgeous cunt. I pressed my large purple head right up to her cervix and gave her exactly what she asked for.
"OH GOD! IT'S FINALLY HERE! TAKE IT KIDS; TAKE YOUR FATHER'S THICK GOO! DROWN IN HIS MAN MILK!" Mom screamed with reckless abandon.
"It's about time." Elizabeth chided. "You finished with me twice as fast." She rubbed her large round belly, which contained a child of her own. It perfectly complemented her large round tits, which seemed to have doubled in size. As she moved her hands down her plump midsection, some of my thick cum oozed from her tight slit and onto the bed. "We're gonna be late for work if we don't hurry." She tried to seem annoyed, but she couldn't keep her eyes off my still invigorated member.
I wanted to go for another round, but just as Elizabeth started scooting closer to me I caught a glimpse of the clock behind her. "Oh shit," I cursed, "it's eight-thirty. We need to get going!"
Both girls went from content arousal to full sprint in less than a second. We rushed to get washed, dressed, and ready to go with barely a word between us. In only a few minutes we were ready, and we dashed to the car to be at work by nine. The drive was about twenty minutes, so we figured we wouldn't be more than a couple minutes late.
"So Ray," Elizabeth asked, "what do you think the new workers will be like?"
"I can't say until we've met them; they could be a lot of things. I just hope we get along."
"Get along, eh?" Mom joined in. "If they're girls, do you think you might get along as well as you get along with us?" My face flashed red with embarrassment.
I finally choked out, "Unless they're as horny as you two are all the time, I doubt that will be an issue."
"Do you have a problem with us being horny?" Elizabeth teased.
"Well, we used to only fuck at night, but now you've been getting me up in the morning to fuck before work. I'm not a morning person!"
"Sorry baby," Mom said, "but all the pregnancy hormones are making us super horny."
"Yep," Elizabeth added, "and we've been getting even hornier as the delivery date gets closer. I can't stand having to wait all day at work without having you inside me. I have to get it once in the morning or else I can't function."
"It's not like we can do it at work." Mom said. "Let's just think about other things until we get home. Then we can fuck to our heart's content." I sounded annoyed by their constant begging for my cock, but honestly I was loving every second of it.
We arrived at the tall pale-white office building and bid farewell to Mom, who's office was a floor up from ours. Elizabeth and I followed the familiar corridor to our office, which was a moderately sized room with a large square table in the center and a small brown desk in the back. The large table had four chairs pulled up to it with two on one side and two on the opposite side, so that two team members could sit next to each other and the other two would sit across from them. A computer sat in front of each chair to complete our work station. The desk in the back also had a computer, thought it was newer and had a larger monitor. Usually, Elizabeth and I sat on the right side of the table and left the other side vacant, since we weren't working as a full team. Now however, the chairs on the left were occupied, and I finally got to see what my new co-workers were like. I was fucked.
Both looked about our age, and both were very attractive women. The one closer to us had bright red hair which went down to her shoulders. Her skin was fairly tanned, so I assumed the red hair wasn't natural. She wore a nervous expression on her soft toned face. The other girl had wavy blonde hair that was pulled back into a long ponytail that easily reached her ass, which unfortunately I couldn't see from where I was standing. She had bigger breasts than the first girl, but neither could compare to my sister's: even before she was pregnant. She seemed nervous too, but both jumped from their seats once they noticed our entrance.
"Hi!" They said in unison.
"My name is Karen," The red-head took the lead. "And this is Trisha. We just finished training and were assigned to work with the two of you."
"Awesome!" Elizabeth greeted them first, since she was always more social than me. "You can call me Lizzy, short for Elizabeth, and this is my brother Ray. We've been working here for a few months, so if you have any questions feel free to ask either of us."
"Great," this time the blonde girl, Trisha, spoke, "I'm sure I'll have plenty of questions. You can call me Trish by the way."
I figured I should speak too, so I said, "Sure thing, and don't worry about the job; It's not that hard. And like Lizzy said, you have us here to help."
I noticed the two glance at Elizabeth's enormous belly, but neither one brought it up. I guess they probably wanted to get to know us better before asking personal questions. We hadn't had to answer the 'who's the father' question since our first week on the job, but I didn't think it would be hard to lie about Elizabeth's 'boyfriend' again. I'm sure it was way harder for Mom to explain her pregnancy to co-workers, but she managed it somehow.
"Get to work people," a voice from the back of the room ordered us. "You're not getting paid to chit-chat." Martha, our ever bitchy boss sat behind her small desk with her arms crossed, giving us all a cold stare. She had light brown hair that was tied up in a neat bun, and it was unfortunate that she had her arms crossed, since her tits were amazingly perky for how large they were. At twenty-nine, she would be a fairly attractive woman, except her face was always contorted into a fierce penetrating scowl. Honestly, I suspected she might be the secret Queen of Bitch-Land.
"Fine." I muttered as I ambled slowly to my seat. I didn't take her orders too seriously, since she barely had any real authority. I wasn't trying to be a rebel mind you, I just didn't want to give her the satisfaction of feeling superior. Elizabeth took the complete opposite approach.
"You got it!" she almost sang as she strode gracefully to her seat. She sat down and logged-in immediately. Whenever someone was bad-natured or ill-tempered she would always 'kill them with kindness'. That was just her way. She asked Martha how her day was going and how the drive to work was, as well as all the other usual things. Martha would always give extremely frank answers, like 'good' and 'slow'. She clearly didn't give two shits about being outgoing and friendly.
The other two girls darted to their seats and logged in, both giving Martha nervous glances. We all got settled in and started typing away, filling out data sheets and other boring stuff. I sat across from Karen, the red-head, and every once in a while, our feet would meet under the table. She would say, "Sorry!" and pull her leg back as quick as she could. She acted really nervous around me, and I had no idea why.
Both girls asked lots of questions, and we were able to help them out a fair bit. Finally, Martha decided to do her job and started reading through the files we submitted on her own computer.
"Good job Ray." She said. Apparently I hadn't made any mistakes. "Good job Elizabeth." I knew for sure Elizabeth hadn't made any mistakes. "What is this?" she mumbled.
"Karen, Trisha, come over here for a moment." She ordered with a deathly cold voice. The two girls anxiously approached her desk. "Look here, this page is littered with so many errors I can't even believe it. Being new isn't an excuse for being dumb." Yep, the bitch was at it again. Anything that could be bitched about, she was gonna bitch about it. "I want you to re-do these, and this time try to get at least one thing right." I really wanted to slap her. I could deal with her making fun of me, which she would do whenever I messed up. I couldn't, however, deal with her calling the new girls dumb on their first real day on the job. Fortunately, the two seemed to take her insults lightly, and went right back to work with no apparent hurt feelings.
Later on, Trisha asked a question that was difficult to answer in words alone, so I got up and walked around the table to show her how to do what she asked about. She was still having trouble, so I put my right hand over hers and moved the mouse so she could see what to do. A moment later I had to type something, so I brought my left arm around her and started typing on the keyboard. I had my arms around her with our faces right next to each other, and our hands touching. As I looked up from the computer I saw Elizabeth give me a knowing smile. She winked and went back to her own work. I felt slightly embarrassed, but it's not like I was trying to get close to Trisha; I was just showing her how to finish up this type of file.
