Complex Paradise (Six Years Later)

I found out about picking up Carla the next morning. Kaila wisely waited until we were all cleaned up, post orgasmic, and chatting about plans for the day before asking, quite nicely, if we would please pick up her sister. I had pointed out that meant that I was going to be giving a ride home to far too many people and the bus was crowded enough as it is.

That's when Maria had offered to give Helen and Charlotte a ride home, since she had the day off now anyway. It was only a couple hours with traffic after all, and she wanted to get to know the girls she'd spent the night with. Arrangements were made, goodbyes were said, numbers were given and things were great.

We ended up dropping off Nikki at the wedding the next morning, as she said that showing up with a harem would just make things weird. She did promise to call however, and as it turned out, her husband had been arrested the previous evening. As such she had a great time at the wedding without having to deal with him. So much so that she called and asked to visit for a while instead of heading back to Chicago, which we agreed to handily.

We picked up Carla, on schedule, and found out about Joan. She was a shapely little brunette who Carla had been spending a lot of the time with. Turns out that Carla does like girls a lot better than I expected. When she moved out and down to Carmel to be closer to Joan, Nikki moved right into her room like nothing had happened. Then ended up moving back because of reasons...

Kaila ended up getting a beautiful feather sleeve that Helen drew for her. When Carla saw it, she had insisted on a similar piece, and the flaming adornment on her arm just makes the two of them seem more similar, if that's possible. The designs are completely different, but unless you know them, most people just see Blonde with an arm sleeve.

We thought things were going pretty smooth until the pregnancy announcements started. First Carla, then Helen and Charlotte, then Maria and Nikki, and then Joan. That was the one that startled all of us, as I'd never even touched the woman, but there she was, sporting a baby bump and swearing that she'd never had sex with a man.

The way we figure it, at some point during the time Kaila, Carla and Charlotte spent with her, she got involved in some heavy pussy to pussy contact. All three of those women had plenty of me in them. Enough that while two women are kissing, making out, and rubbing their bodies together, a little of what's left might go from one of them into the other. That sperm might find an egg. And we might end up with a Virgin Birth.

Seven women, all with swelling bellies, and me with a shit job. Helen and Charlotte already ran into trouble in the city, and if Maria hadn't been with them, I don't know what would have happened if they had gone back to their apartment with what was going on in the city. I'm just glad Maria was there with them. She's a great gal, and she was the one who had the brilliant idea to move us all into the same complex.

It wasn't a bad idea and the rent was low enough that we ended up with four apartments, all on the same old school block. I even got a room for a little while. Until the kids showed up. Oh man, then was I busy. Even ONE kid's a mess, but try having nine at the same time. Yes, NINE, lucky me, twins seem to run in both Carla and Helen's families. Which Is how I've ended up with seven girls, two boys, and less hair than I'd like.

We're barely making ends meet these days, and if Sofia hadn't stepped up to the plate after high school and helped out, I don't think we would have made it. She's a great kid, and her mom is incredibly special to me.

Is it a harem? Yeah... I guess in a way it is. But I don't own these gals. We just have an agreement. After seeing what can happen when you get a little too free with your love, we have a strict family fluid bonding policy. No chances on any more secondhand pregnancies. Even Charlotte's settled down, as she jokes she's got a girl for almost every day of the week now.

I think that Might be a crack at me, but I don't mind.