Epilogue: Sister-in-Law

Being on an island full of Amazons, not a single one of which seemed to have any idea of "personal space," would have been hard enough for Lois Lane if she hadn't suddenly awakened to her homosexuality and been pregnant. As it was, it seemed like there was hardly anyone on the island that hadn't touched her growing belly—and it was growing, to the reporter's chagrin, despite her best effort to keep fit. Only ten weeks into the pregnancy and Lois Lane already had a small but discernable pooch. Not for the first time, she wondered how many embryos were inside of her...and how big she was going to get before the end.

At least as night, Lois could retreat back to her quarters with Diana. Even Hippolyta wouldn't press her affections on Lois when Wonder Woman was within sight, and the reporter could take solace in her wife's arms. It was really the only time on the island she felt safe and secure...but Diana had other duties. One Amazon or another would ask for her assistance, or invite her to go do something...and Diana seldom refused, running off to wrestle horses or lift a statue or deal with a stranded tourist boat that had come too close to the island.

Lois couldn't blame her. The longer she was with Diana, the easier it was for the reporter to sense her wife's moods, to measure her tone and body language...and the Amazon princess was so much more calm and at ease here than she ever was in "Man's World." She was among her own kind, sparring, quipping, singing, dancing, listening to poetry, helping out with the animals and vineyards, pressing olive oil and spearing fish...utterly unselfconscious, not worried about a nip slip or being exposed. After all, there were no men to see, and Amazonians might be forthright in their sexual desires, but they never crossed the line to actual ****.

Even Hippolyta, who took pleasure in coming across her daughter-in-law when Wonder Woman was away, kept things simple. She had been teaching Lois how to read and speak Amazonian Greek, and at some point in her lessons the older woman's hands would slide inside the pregnant woman's tunic, to fondle her breasts...or go lower...and Lois would feel the hot mouth kissing the back of her neck...but Lois had always sensed that if she pulled away, or told the queen to stop, she would. As it happened, the queen took delight in wringing orgasms from her daughter in law, leaving Lois dripping and messy so that she had to go change her loincloth, Hippolyta licking the juices from her fingers.

Then...Wonder Woman got a call from the Justice League. An urgent matter. She stayed just long enough to get dressed in her battle-costume, to kiss Lois tenderly...and then she was off, flying past the horizon, and Lois Lane realized she was all alone on an island of lesbians.

Not that any of them would press their advantage in strength and combat skill...but Lois could see in their eyes that each of them knew they could take her, if they wanted to, and that sent a thrill through her like nothing else she had ever known.

Lois was in the library, struggling to translate some of the poetry of Sappho, when an Amazon she had never seen arrived. Tall as Diana, and striking; but her complexion was dark brown, almost black; a wide nose and generous lips, wiry black hair in braids that fell down to her lower back. There was something about her that reminded Lois very much of Diana...not just the obvious muscles and height and broad shoulders, but the way she moved, so easily and with utter confidence.

"So you are Diana's wife?" She spoke in English, but with a strange accent...something almost Egyptian, if Lois had to place it anywhere. "Mother said I might find you here."

"Your mother?" Lois asked as the black Amazon stepped closer.

"The Queen, Hippolyta," the woman said. "Diana and I are twins, born of the same womb. I am Nubia...and you are Lois. My sister-in-law."

Hands fell, not ungently, on the reporter's shoulders.

"I am sorry to have missed your wedding, but I was off the island," strong, knowing fingers pressed into the reporter's tense shoulder muscles. "Now I find you here...and Diana is gone. Do you know, Amazons have a custom, among sisters-in-law..."

"Do they," Lois sighed, having a feeling she knew where this was going.

"Oh yes. We find regular sex is essential during pregnancy. If an Amazon's wife cannot be there, it is up to her kin to...fill in."

Lois Lane's eyes went wide. Something was poking her in the back. Something...hard.

"Of course, it would not be appropriate for direct contact. A woman who bore the child of two Amazons at once...that would be a scandal. But we have other ways.

Cloth tore as Nubia ripped the tunic off the reporter's body. Lois looked back...to see the dark wooden peg, worn smooth with use, strapped to the dark woman's crotch. From a small flask, the black Amazon poured a sweet-smelling oil onto the wood, and rubbed it in.

"Aggh!" Lois gasped in surprise as with Wonder Woman-like strength, the reporter was pressed over the table, her ass in the air, her pussy exposed...****...and in a moment, filled.

The hard rod slid up inside the reporter's damp slit. Lois bit back a moan. For all the fingers and tongues she had inside of her over the last few months, it had been nearly a year since she'd had anything remotely phallic inside of her cunny...and Nubia thrust forward with supreme strength and confidence, driving the smooth rod in deep, the stylized bump on the head scraping against the reporter's g-spot.

That was Lois Lane's afternoon. Pressed down on the table, her breasts pressed against the Sapphic scroll, as her sister-in-law plowed her pregnant pussy. Nor did Nubia stop, when Lois could no longer hold back her moans, body shaking and shivering, toes curling until her sandals fell off. Lois saw through the library's window the sun die down over the wine-dark sea...and she wondered how long Diana would be away.