After the Meeting

The Household Meeting finishes soon after. The girls leave, chatting among themselves. A few head to Lucy, to complain about their duties. Sarka rushes off to check on lunch. You remain seated, as Melody shows no inclination of letting you go. She’s cuddled up to you, her head on your shoulder, her arm wrapped around your waist, her blue eyes lovingly watching you. It feels wrong to disturb her.

“Are we going to stay here all day?” you finally ask her.

“That’s fine by me.” You lean in and kiss her forehead.

“Hey. You’ve got more than one pregnant girlfriend here.” Sybil has also remained and is standing above you. As you look up, she plonks herself into your lap. “You’ve got to show us all a special loving now.” You’re wrapped in another set of arms, overwhelmed by another perfume, and peppered with kisses from another pair of lips.

For a while you let the two girls compete for your attention. Sybil’s kisses and gropes are passionate and intense. Melody’s are more tentative but just as welcome. Their hands roam your body. Their lips explore your lips, your neck, your ear. Your hands are guided from their backs to their breasts, to their faces. Your lips roam their lips, their necks, their collarbones. Sybil wiggles her ass to entice your stiffening cock.

You can’t do this forever, however pleasant. With great difficulty you manage to stand, almost tipping Sybil onto the floor as you do so. Sybil lets out a fake cry of indignation, and makes a deal of pouting as she cries “Why did you do that?”

“Firstly, it’s lunchtime. Secondly, we can’t have sex in the lounge. And lastly, I fucked both of you last night, I should give some of the other girls my attention.”

“But they’re not your baby mamas,” is Sybil’s response.

“You’re not the only two carrying my child. Where are Morgane and Anna?”

“Morgane wanted to talk to Anna. They disappeared off together.” Lucy’s still in the lounge, sitting in the chair she took for the meeting, watching you three with a smirk on her face. You hadn’t noticed, so engrossed in the two females who had draped themselves around you.

“You making certain I don’t break any of the rules.”

“Yes.” A blunt response but understandable. The lounge is one of the rooms you don’t have sex in.

Escorted by Lucy you head downstairs. In the kitchen Sarka is busy dishing up, aided by Belka and Nekane. None of the other girls are there, though. When you look around confused, Sarka responds. “We’re having it in the dining room.”

You only use the dining room sparingly. Primarily for main meals when all the girls are present. The dining table is the only table that can hold the entire household. Because of the excitement of the meeting, none of the girls have organised anything straight after it, so they’re all present. Hence the reason why lunch has been moved.

Seating arrangements in the dining room are fluid. You take the head of the table, with your back to the window. The chef, in this case Sarka, always sits next to you on your left, the closest door to the kitchen. The other girls are arranged as you, and they see fit.

The last two to turn up for lunch are Anna and Morgane. They are beaming. Each keeps glancing at the other as they come towards you. Anna’s always had a crush on Morgane but was only able to pursue it since Morgane’s joined the household. Before relationships got in the way.

“What are you two hiding?” you ask. It’s not like Morgane to hide anything, she’s a pretty straight-laced woman, and Anna finds keeping secrets impossible. She’s by far the biggest gossip in the household.

“We believe,” Anna starts, “that you impregnated us on the same night. You remember seven weeks ago we were both on Night Duty, and we believe that’s the night you knocked us both up. We’ve done the calculations.”

You believe them. “What does it make our children?”

The two women look at each other and smirk. “Half-twins?” Anna suggests.

“I don’t think there’s such a thing as half-twins. And if there is, surely that’s only if they’re born on the same day. But I guess this situation doesn’t happen very often. Maybe we can start the concept of half-twins.”

You kiss both as congratulations and then direct them to the table. Sarks is ready to serve.

She’s cooked a Czech dish of roast pork, sauerkraut and dumplings. For pudding she’s prepared a cream semolina with sugar, cocoa and melted butter. The meal is very filling, but very tasty. It soon disappears, especially the pudding. Conversation round the table is dominated by the four pregnant women, speculating about when they were impregnated, how far they are along but especially about the sex of the children. Gloria has already started a book on each one.