Family growth

Two months into our pregnancies, I am curled up with my wife Red on the Cindy's blue couch while watching Jeopardy on our big screen television which is mounted on the wall. Cindy is watching with us while sitting on the pink recliner. We all play along with the contestants to see who can answer the most questions, or are we seeing who can question the most answers? I usually win. I guess working in a library has its benefits. I think I might try to get on the show after I give birth to my baby. I am unable to answer Final Jeopardy because I start to get dizzy. The dizziness quickly turns into nausea and I realize that I am having my first bout of morning sickness. I am too distracted with my problem to realize that my lovely wife is having exactly the same problem as I am. I am also too distracted to realize that Cindy is drinking a potion. There is no putting it off. I rush to the bathroom at the other side of the living room and I get to the toilet just in time to throw up. I estimate that I have lost everything that I have eaten today. Just as I am finishing upchucking, I feel I hand pat my back. I get dizzy so I sit against the side of the bathtub. When my vision clears, I see that Cindy is in the room with me, but she has red hair like me. How did that happen?

"Are you okay?" Cindy asks.

"Mm..." I mutter since I am still too week to say much.

"Drink this," Cindy orders while helping me drink a potion that helps bring down my nausea a little which enables me to remember that Red got sick at the same time that I did.

"Is Red okay?" I ask with what little voice I can muster.

"Yes, she's fine," Cindy answered with a smile. "Someone is taking care of her now."

It seems that Cindy's cryptic answer has started a cycle of weird things. What does she mean someone else is taking care of Red? There is no one else in this house besides Red, Cindy, and me. What is up with Cindy's hair? I would question her further about this, but I am too tired at the moment. As the days of our pregnancy go on, life seems to get stranger. Red and I always have our bouts of morning sickness at the same time. Every time that Cindy comes in to help me, I see her with red hair instead of her normal strawberry blonde. Not only do Red and I have morning sickness at the same time, but we also cry at the same time as well. There was one mood swing we had during our fourth month that was particularly messy.

We both woke up in our bed. Normally, we both share a long kiss when we wake up, but today we are too mad at each other for some reason so we just got of bed. I look at my wife's slightly bulging belly in her red nightgown which ordinarily makes me hot and hungry for sex. Today it makes me mad.

"Is red all you can ever wear?" I snap at Red.

"So what?" she bites back while leering at my yellow nightgown which covers my pregnant abdomen. "You look like a banana!"

"Who are you, the fashion police?" I start yelling.

"You wouldn't know fashion if it bit you!" Red practically shouted at me.

The door suddenly flies open which causes us both to snap our necks in that direction. I know that we should be grateful that Cindy is rushing in to help us, but we are annoyed at the interruption.

"What's wrong?" Cindy asks us.

"WHAT IS IT TO YOU?" We both bark at our friend which causes her to stumble back into the wall in complete shock. We both snap out of our mood swing when we see Cindy sliding down the wall with her eyes open in terror.

"I am so sorry!" I beg as my wife and I both rush to help our friend up.

"Are you okay?" Red cried out with a great deal of worry.

"Yeah," Cindy sighed while rubbing her head slightly.

"Please forgive us," I pleaded as a single tear fell down my face.

"Hey, there is nothing to forgive," Cindy replied while hugging me. "Pregnancy can be a monster sometimes."

"Thanks for being so understanding," I commented.

"No problem," Cindy replied while patting my back. "Breakfast should be ready in an hour."

Having helped to put out the fire, Cindy leaves us alone. I look at Red at I realized that I have just said some terrible things to her. What is going on inside me? What is causing me to go so crazy? I would never want to hurt my beautiful mate. I am so chagrined because of what I have done that I start to cry.

"Don't cry!" Red scolds me while hugging me. "You did nothing wrong!"

"I'm sorry!" I sob.

"I know," Red spoke in a calm manner. "I am too."

"I didn't mean anything I said," I uttered as my tears are calmed down by Red patting my back.

"It was just the mood swings talking," Red explained. "Would you want me to wear a bigger variety of clothes?"

"Wear anything you want," I command my wife.

"I really want to know," Red went on.

"I think red makes you look hot, but I wouldn't mind if you wore different colors once in a while," I gave in.

"I'll have Cindy help me with that," Red acknowledged.

"Since breakfast won't be ready for a while, I think we should spend some time making up," I playfully suggested while batting my eyelashes.

"Rub my belly," Red pleaded.

"I'll rub yours if you rub mine," I flirted.

Red and I took to rubbing each others' pregnant bellies. It felt so warm and divine. Sighs of contentment came from both of our mouths. We both had our eyes closed. We were both determined to satisfy the needs of our spouse. While rubbing Red's bulging stomach, naughty ideas started to come into my mind. I wondered if my darling would go along with my ideas. I decided to press my luck. I very slowly started moving moving my hand down so my sweetie would not know what was going on until it was too late. I moved my hand down so I was rubbing the underside of Red's baby bump. I got a nasty grin on my lips as I reached my goal. Red gasped when I started rubbing her pussy.

"What are you doing?" my wife wheezed.

"Do you want me to stop?" I wondered with my left eyebrow raised.

"N-no," Red lightly moaned while rubbing my vagina.

Soon we were kissing with both of our arms wrapped tightly around the other. Hugging has becoming slightly more difficult because of the bulges in our bellies, but that doesn't make the sex any less hotter. In fact, I think that our new proportions make the sex even more enjoyable. Our kisses make each other hot enough to catch on fire. Red soon grabs my hand and pulls me into one of the two bathrooms that are connected to our bedroom,

"Get in here, now!" Red demands.

Red grabs my nightgown and rips it clean open because of her burning passion and throws the remains to the floor. I am just as much crazed with passion so I rip open my babe's negligee and throw the tatters to the floor. Now we are looking at each other's bulging and beautiful bodies. Even our breasts are larger. Soon looking isn't enough for us so I turn on the shower and we both climb in. We are trapped in a **** kiss under the pouring water that finds us playing a hot game of tonsil hockey and I can hear our pregnant bellies lightly bouncing off each other. We can't help but make intelligible moans. I decide that that I have had enough French kissing and move down to suck on Red's left breast.

"YOU ANIMAL!" my wife cries out.

My darling wanted to get into the act so she lightly pushed me against the shower wall which leaves me wide open for my angel to suck on my right breast.

"DON'T STOP! DON'T YOU DARE STOP!" I scream while freaking out.

After Red sucks on my breast for five minutes, I get adventurous and reach my right hand for Red's vagina which causes her to rub mine. Soon I have two fingers inside Red's pussy and she has two fingers inside mine. I think that it has taken twenty minutes of vagina manipulation for us to get the full effects of our lesbian romp. Finally, it almost felt like neither one of us could breathe which meant that we were getting close to nirvana.

"I THINK I'M GOING TO..." I yell for the world to hear.

"NOT WITHOUT ME, YOU'RE NOT!" Red hollered with just as much passion.

"OH,NO! AAAAAAH!" We both whine out in a voice that probably filled the whole house.

As the months passed, it became harder and harder for Red and I to have sex thanks to our constantly swelling proportions. During our eighth month, our only love making session consisted of nothing but us getting naked, kissing, and rubbing our own love boxes. We simply did not feel like doing much else since we have both expanded to our maximum weight.

There is an immeasurable amount of tension when Red and I hit our ninth month. We knew we could go into labor at any time. I thought about about all of the weird occurrences that happened during our pregnancy. We both had morning sickness at the same time every time we had to throw up. We had mood swings at the same times. I wonder if it was because of the potion Cindy had used on us that enabled Red and I to get each other pregnant. It just seems that my mate and I will give birth at the same time. There are two reasons why I hope that will happen. I think it would be nice if our kids could celebrate their birthdays on the same day. Plus, I know that giving birth will hurt a lot. If we went into labor together, then at least I would know that I wasn't alone.

I am currently in the living room and on the couch watching a DVD of The Mary Tyler Moore Show while our friend and caretaker Cindy is cooking breakfast. Usually I find that show very funny, but I cannot laugh because I am feeling very ugly at the moment. The only thing I am wearing is a white nightgown. My low opinion of myself is starting to get to me. I get so down on myself that I can feel my eyes starting to get moist. I am just about to cry when I feel a pair of magic hands rubbing my shoulders to calm me down. I do not have to look at the person to know it is Red so I rub her arm.

"How do I look to you?" I ask.

"You are beautiful!" my sweet darling wife compliments me while wearing a blue nightgown. It seems that Red has taken my accidental advice to heart.

"I feel like a house," I sigh.

"How do I look?" Red asked while still rubbing my shoulders.

"You are just as beautiful as you were the first day I saw you," I state. "Maybe even more so. You have a special glow all around you."

It could be just me, but it seems that Red is handling this pregnancy better than me. She has definitely been more calmer than I have been. I am about to tell her so when two weird things happen. My body feels like it is on fire and I know that we will never use this couch again. I can tell just by looking at Red that she is having the same problem as me.

"CINDY, HELP!" We both scream.

Not one but two women come rushing out of the kitchen. One is a blonde and the other is a redhead. I have finally figured it out. Cindy is a potion master. I bet she could even teach Severus Snape a few things. Our friend has been taking a potion at key times which divides her and enables her to take care of the both of us at the same time. The red head helps me stand up and our caretakers escort us to a room that almost looks like a delivery room that a hospital would have. The two Cindys help my wife and I lay on the special tables. Then, they give us both a special potion to alleviate the pain. It helps some but not much. During each contraction, I hold hands with Red. Each time, it feels like my mate is about to break my hand, but I don't care. After fifteen grueling hours, we both give birth at the same time. I name my bouncing baby boy with red hair Jack and Red names her girl Alicia. We both decide to use my last name. We both hold our new babies and feel a new kind of love for our new family.