Epilogue: Sister Talk

"So let me get this straight," Lucy Lane said. "Our mother came back from the dead, to haunt you into having grandbabies...and you actually went through with it. Fucked a literal devil. Who gave you the option of a get-out-of-pregnancy-free card. And instead of cashing that in immediately, you decided to go through with the pregnancy, and then invite her back to your place to rail your baggy cunt all night? Have I got that straight?"

"My vagina is not baggy," Lois Lane said as she refilled her glass from the bottle of sparkling white grape juice. Her sister was already halfway through a bottle of Babycham. "And yes, you forgot that what your big sister did was not only save your mother's soul, but got you off the hook. I took the baby bullet that was meant for you, little sister."

The blonde younger sister sipped her Babycham.

It was a quiet night in Lois Lane's apartment, four weeks to the night since Lois Lane had done her good deed...or dirty deed, depending on how you looked at it. Two weeks past when she should have had her period. The reporter had taken the pregnancy test as something of a formality. A part of her already knew the result. That meant telling Lucy...and Lois was not good at keeping secrets from her kid sister.

"So...does he...or is it she?...have a big dick?" Lucy waggled her eyebrows.

"Blaze prefers to go by 'she.' And her dick is big enough, thank you. Size isn't everything...and fortunately, she isn't the type of lover who wants to split you in two with their cock, or expect you to fawn over the baseball bat between their legs," Lois chuckled...but Lucy was watching her appraisingly.

"You're still fucking her, then?"

It was one of those questions Lois knew was coming.

"We see each other a few times a week. She likes to take me out to dinner, catch up. Blaze isn't entirely up on this century's social media yet, so instead of constant text messages or tweets or emails I get these little cards on my desk or slipped under the door. When we come back, she tends to stay over." Lois sipped her juice. "Makes an outstanding omelet."

Lucy chewed that thought.

"So...what does Superman think of all this?"

Another question Lois had been dreading. If Lucy had gone into journalism, Lois knew she might have a real rival on the interview scene.

"He's been off-planet the last month. No idea when he'll get back. So he doesn't know, yet."

"So what are you going to tell him?" The younger woman pressed. "Hey hon, I know we were kind of a thing, but now I'm knocked up and dating one of your mortal enemies?"

Lois frowned. "I wouldn't say mortal enemies."

"She tried to kill him a couple of times."

The reporter waved her hand. "Supervillainy under the bridge. She's reformed."

"Is she," Lucy leaned closer. "Or is she just reformed around you?"

Lois paused. "Lucy, what are you on about?"

"Think about it. She fucked you. She's still fucking you. You're pregnant for her. She wants to keep in touch, wants to keep the relationship going. How do you know this isn't some elaborate scheme of **** against your ex-boyfriend, the Man of Steel?"

"He wasn't my boyfriend," Lois said irritably, "Superman never even ate my pussy. Something that Blaze does whenever I ask. Eagerly."

Lucy sipped her Babycham. It was clear that she had struck a nerve.

"So, how's the sex?"

Lois sighed. "You remember when you were a teenager, and it felt like the only thing you ever wanted to do was fuck around, and then you grew up and realized there's more to relationships than just bad sex whenever you can get it?"

Lucy nodded. "Sure."

"Well, that's wrong. Maybe it's the pregnancy hormones kicking in, but when I'm with Blaze, it's like...I have my teenage level of horniness, but my adult level of sexual sophistication and skill. And Blaze always seems to have another load in her. Like, normally she's ready to go three, four times in the night if I'm in the mood, but last night I tried jerking her off while we were streaming this documentary series, and she came ten times in three hours."

"Damn," the younger sister whispered. "Maybe you didn't do me a solid by taking that dick." Her smile spread. "Maybe you're just hogging it all to yourself."

Then Lucy got that serious look in her eyes again. "Hey. Are you exclusive?"

Lois blinked. "What?"

"I mean, is she fucking anyone else? Have you talked about it?"

"I...no, I guess I assumed..."

"So if I want to fuck her..." Lucy smiled.

"Lucy Lane, I will cunt punt you," Lois warned. "You're not stealing another of my boyfr...well, I guess dickgirlfriend."

"Fine," Lucy said, voice full of false exasperation. "I don't want your demonic leftovers anyway. But if you do want to be exclusive...I mean, you're in the family way...have you thought about marriage?"

Lois Lane finished her sparkling grape juice, and almost wished she wasn't pregnant so she could drink something harder. Because it was going to be hard enough to explain to Superman that she was pregnant by Blaze...but how would he react if Lois married the scarlet succubus?