Epilogue: Blaze Is A Bad Girlfriend

It was all going so well until Lois Lane found her girlfriend fucking her sister.

The doctors had patently ignored the reporter's claims of magical pregnancy and treated her like any other woman pregnant with quadruplets. Perry White took one look at her, picked his jaw up off the floor, and practically ordered her onto maternity leave. Superman had flown by and listened patiently as Lois explained the situation, then with pain in his eyes he had wished them happiness and flown off. The last that Lois had heard, he'd gone on a date with Wonder Woman. There were no casualties from the resulting earthquake.

Even her father had been thrilled to find out he was going to be a grandfather at last. Blaze had found them a house, and Lois's sister Lucy had come to help pack...and now Lois stepped into the almost-empty apartment and found her baby sister bent over a box, Lucy's jeans bunched around her knees, and Blaze's cock plunged to the hilt in her sister's cunt.

"Lois!" Lucy said. "It's...it's not what it looks like!"

The massively pregnant reporter closed the door behind her. She wasn't mad. Later, perhaps, she might be mad. Right now, she felt like a bloated walrus. Her belly had gotten bigger in the last few weeks, and Lois was feeling, at last, every side effect of pregnancy. The ache on her bones and muscles as the sheer mass of her babies tugged on her. The ankles swollen so that she couldn't even fit in her shoes. The **** need to eat, the ache in her tits as the skin stretched too far, too fast. With one hand on her lower back, the reporter waddled forward.

Blaze had the good sense to look like she had been caught with her dick in the cookie jar. She quickly pushed back, her still-rigid cock emerging from her little sister's cunny...and, Lois saw immediately, covered with a scum of black jizz.

"I was gone," Lois said. "For half an hour."

"I...it's my fault," Lucy said. The young woman was blonde, fit, athletic. She made a contrast to her sister, being overall more muscular and athletic, light where Lois was dark, slim and fit where Lois was currently big and curvy. Lucy staggered to her feet, pulling her jeans up. "I was...I mean, I knew Angie had a dick, and I couldn't help looking at the bulge...and it was so fucking big, and I didn't know transgirls could be that big...I just...we were talking, and then we were kind of flirting...and it was totally innocent...until she got hard..."

"I can't help it," Blaze said, trying with both hands to push her cock down. "It's just that you two smell so much alike, and then...then she tripped and fell over the box...and I was right behind her, and I tripped and fell on her..."

Lucy gulped. "And I just felt this huge thing against the back of my ass, and it was so hot I could feel it through my jeans and I just got, like, wet immediately. Blaze didn't move, and I didn't move, and then I...I kind of rubbed my ass against her cock, and she rubbed her cock against my ass. Then the tip of her dick kind of pushed up out of her pants, and my pants had slipped down, and I felt this thing on the crack of my ass, and you weren't there and...oh fuck, Lois, I know it was wrong, but I just pulled my pants down, and she...she...it was never supposed to go so far, and..." The blonde shuddered. "You're a lucky woman, Lois Lane."

The reporter sighed. She pointed an accusing finger at Blaze. "You are a bad girlfriend," the finger moved to point at Lucy. "And you are a bad sister. You could at least have let me watch."

That made them both pause. Mouths opened, questions were silently asked.

"I'm not saying you can fuck anyone else," Lois said firmly. "But what's done is done. Lucy, are you even on birth control?"

"Huh? Uh...yeah," Lucy said.

"She's lying," Blaze said. "I can smell it She's ovulating."

"I mean, I can get Plan B," Lucy said lamely. She shot a weird look at Blaze at this apparent declaration of a superpower.

The reporter grinned. "You know, I think my little girls are going to need some cousins to play with...and if your milk comes in, you can help me breastfeed."

"I don't think boobs work that way," Blaze said. "I mean, lactation doesn't start immediately, and by the time our babies are born, hers will be..."

"You be quiet," Lois ordered. "You owe me. So do you," she pointed to Lucy. "You know what that means? Blaze is going to spunk your stupid little cunt again, and this time, I'm going to watch!"

Lucy shared a glance with Blaze.

"Angie, I think your girlfriend has gone insane."

"I'm not going to tell your sister no," Blaze said, who ceased trying to hold down her erection. "So, where are we going to do this?"

"This is twisted," Lucy said. She shook her head and turned to Lois. "We already packed the bed, so...maybe I could lean against the wall?"

Lois Lane sunk down into the last chair in the apartment. Her hands peeled up the maternity dress from the great dome of her gravid stomach, and then traced their way down to her slit.

"Yes. Against the wall. Angie, lift her leg up. She's fit, she can do it...I want to see how much of that hard cock you can stuff up inside of her..."

In her mind, watching her girlfriend's cock threaten to split her baby sister's cunny, Lois wondered why she hadn't thrown a fit, caused a scene, walked out, broken up with Blaze...but as she rubbed her clit, and Angie groped at her sister's small tits, the dog-tags hanging between the blonde's breasts swinging in time with the fuck, Lois knew why. Because she had more to think about right now than herself. The babies needed another parent, needed the money and security that Blaze would provide...and because, the reporter admitted to herself: this was fucking hot.

She liked watching her girlfriend fuck other women.

Which would turn out to be a life-changing revelation indeed.