Homeward Bound

In the end, Sam’s better judgment won out. It wouldn’t do to try to change the world too much all at once. He’d already done more than he’d originally planned, but the urge to finally get back at Bree had consumed him. Now she couldn’t get rid of him so easily, and he knew they had been talking about adoption for a while. Again, they were pretty serious by now. The only thing they hadn’t done together was get married, and it sounded like that wasn’t something they necessarily believed they needed to do. If anything, Sam felt that he was just helping them reach that stage a little earlier than planned. As long as he had this book, they won’t be losing out on money at least, though he hadn’t quite figured out how yet. Fucking hi sister’s girlfriend was one thing, but messing with the economy to make himself rich was another thing entirely. He’d rather do that later.

After waiting around for an hour or two, Sam finally decided to head back home. It was halfway back that he realized that he actually wanted to do some shopping first. Sam was in a good mood with something to look forward to, but he also knew that it was always better to come prepared. Thinking about it, he didn’t just want to fuck Bree, but also keep his sister happy. Sam loved his sister, to the point that a part of him regretted his plans for his twin’s girlfriend. Not enough to stop, but enough to want to solve the issue in other ways.

Conjuring the notebook in one hand, Sam began thinking. Nothing drastic and nothing that would ruin his fun. Just enough to lessen the hurt and negative feeling that would pop up.

New rule: Women in a lesbian relationship don’t feel jealous over their family having to have sex with their girlfriends. Their relationships also do not break or weaken because of it.

Sam nodded to himself, happy that he at least wouldn’t make his sister sad while he was pounding Bree into the mattress and putting a baby into her. Maybe there was something wrong with him, but the thought getting Bree pregnant after a month of constant sex was doing things for him. Namely, his pants were hurting him again.

So the first stop of the day was going to have to be the clothing store, since Sam was now in **** need of more comfortable legwear. It was a little embarrassing to ask the female attendant about pants that had more crotch space. She was entirely professional about it, but he had a feeling she thought he was trying to impress her or something. She was pretty, sure, but Sam honestly had bigger things to worry about with the steady constriction he was beginning to feel in his groin area.

Going into the changing room, Sam finally had the opportunity to check out what the hell had happened to his junk. Rather, how much his actions had changed him. Removing his underwear and looking at the mirror for scale, he knew he was completely soft, but he was almost as big limp as he used to be hard. That wasn’t even mentioning his swollen testes. Sam had not expected that.

Looking through his rules again, he realized how important wording was when altering the reality of the world. Something that really should have been more obvious when he thought about it… so when he’d written for his penis to be at twice the average size (because he hated to write a simple number measurement for his dick), that had apparently included non-erect sizes too. Honestly, he wouldn’t complain too much. It was a happy accident, though he’d try to be more careful with how he worded things from now on.

Walking out of the changing room, the young man already felt more comfortable than before. He bought enough of the same size to replace his wardrobe, though it was fairly pricey. Sam debated using the book again, maybe to make clothes less expensive, but he wasn’t sure what effects that would cause. Once again, Sam felt he needed to talk to someone smarter than himself about this before he did more stupid stuff. He needed to talk to Samantha. The temptation was so huge to just run wild. He still wasn’t sure what had come over him when he wrote the first sets of rules.

Regardless, Sam only had two more stops to make. Quickly walking into and out of the adult toys store he knew about, he came out with some items he’d very much enjoy using on Bree to keep things… interesting over the next month. He’d likely be back, but he was satisfied with his current haul. Lastly was a rushed trip to the store for some groceries that he knew they needed and that his sister had asked him to get sometime today. He knew he’d rather spend the rest of the day on far more entertaining activities, so he did the brotherly thing first.

Driving home was distracting, to say the least. The closer he got to their shared apartment, the more excited Sam became. He was going to finally get laid. Not just regular sex, either, but raw and for weeks on end without any sort of barrier. And then there were the changes he’d made to make the experience even better then it could have been, plus the bonus of getting back at his bitchy roommate for making his life an awkward hell for the past week. Things were looking up.

So he was entirely caught off guard when he came home to the sight of Bree and his sister, Samantha Fernandez, staring daggers at each other. Then they turned their gazes to him and Sam instantly felt like cornered prey. Caught in the crosshairs of both women like he was, his mind instinctively concluded that he would need to tread very carefully at the moment.

“Uh, hey ladies. Is something wrong?”

Bree, standing almost at Sam’s own height at 6’1”, outright hissed, “Of course there is! There’s always something wrong when you’re involved.”

“Bree! We just talked about this.” Samantha admonished, but the resigned way she did it meant that this was a common enough argument between them.

“Well I’m not done talking about it! You can’t tell me to be quiet anymore, not about this… this… fucking bullshit!”

Bree’s black curls were almost flaring out around her head like an angry cat’s, her grey blue eyes turned stormy as she glared at everything around her, before settling back on him; the easiest target. One of hardest parts about dealing with Bree (for Sam) was how her eyes popped against her more mocha skin tone. The effect always made him a little more tongue-tied in person.

At almost six feet herself, as well as fit from gym work and her Taekwondo classes, Bree was an intimidating woman. Beautiful and svelte, like a jungle cat, Sam knew she could and would kick his ass if she had the reason to do it. Whatever was going on was approaching that particularly painful scenario.

Trying to do damage control, Sam tried to gently ask, “Okay, okay, I would really appreciate knowing what I’m being blamed for before people start yelling. I also have more groceries in the car, so at least kill me after I bring those in.”

“Sam, it’s not like that. This isn’t your fault.”

“The hell it isn’t!”

Taking a deep breath, Samantha turned to her girlfriend with an unusually final tone, “Bree, could you give me some time to talk to my brother in private. You wait in the bedroom while we do the groceries.”

Sam watched the taller girl open her mouth to argue back, but closed it just as quickly. Then she hissed out a calming breath and walked down the hall. The door slammed shut a few moments later, leaving the siblings some time alone for once.

Trying to be diplomatic and not stir the pot too soon, Sam put down the grocery bags he was holding on the kitchen table. Then he turned around to see his sister still looking down the hall, her face a complicated mix of worry, sympathy, and aggravation. As well as heartbreak. This was hurting her, but Sam still didn’t understand what was going on.

He silently patted her shoulder and motioned for them to walk outside. On the surface, the reason was to get more groceries, but obviously they had some things to talk about that would be better done out of earshot. She followed him out, shoulders dropping under some new weight and tired eyes looking for some way out. Sam normally loved his twin’s gentle brown eyes, like a softer reflection of his own, but now that they had the hint of frustrated tears wetting the edges he knew he had to be the loving brother before the annoyed roommate.

“Sammy, it’s going to be alright. Whatever is going on, you can talk to me about it. Okay?”

Turning up to him, his twin just stared back at him, as if she was judging to see how much he really meant that. As if she needed to examine whether he was actually trustworthy. Never before had anything stung quite like that look coming from his own sister.

He turned away. “Don’t look at me like that, Samantha. I don’t know what Bree has told you, but it’s bullshit.” His shoulders were shaking from all the built up frustration coming out after so long staying silent.

“I know. I’m sorry Sam. It’s been a long day, is all. Like I said, it’s not your fault. It’s just a lot to accept and take in. I don’t think we were ready for our plans to change so quickly. I mean, we were thinking about it, but having things come on so suddenly really shocked us both. Bree just isn’t taking it well, so don’t blame her. This is a really stressful thing for her. It’s stressing me out too.”

“Um, Samantha, what are you talking about, exactly? You’ve kinda lost me. You’re not… leaving, are you?”

She let out a dry, **** laugh as she combed one hand through her auburn hair. “Leaving? Hah, no. Apparently, Sam, we’re having a baby.”

With considerably less humor in her eyes than her voice, she looked up at him from her 5’5” height and teased, “And guess who’s the lucky dad?”