To both Questions? Of Course.

You woke up later than normal as you stretched out. For the first time, you had hooked up with some 21-year-old bimbo that had been at the club. She still had cum all over her since she had passed out. You were eager to get her out the door so you tossed on a robe and walked into the joint living room and kitchen area of the suite. You fired up the coffee and headed into the bathroom to shower.

Once you are done you head back out to the kitchen to grab your coffee. The bimbo was stirring a bit but you could basically care less. You sit down, and pull out your phone to check the news, and see what was going on at the apartment. You had checked the cameras a couple of times and had seen the girls being almost sweet to each other, but you knew that both of them were working on their plans to win you. It was your fucked up mind that had created this situation, and you're fucked up mind that was hard as soon as you saw half a dozen texts from Anne and three from Elise. That level of desperation was what you got off on now.

You opened the texts from Anne first. She was trying to plan out a vacation to Hawaii away from her sister and had basically offered up her best friends as bait. Not a bad ploy, but after being put in a position where you might be replaced by your own sister you personally wouldn't go that route, it was just asking for a repeat performance. To finish out her texts you got a couple of nudes of her edging herself, in a submissive pose, a collar that said "Slut" across it, and a dildo in her twat. You quickly save the pictures and swap to the less **** sisters' texts.

The first text is a picture, and this picture is enough for your jaw to hit the tabletop. Three pregnancy tests, and another picture of medical documentation talking about the blood test to confirm the home tests. Your cock throbs. Hard. You literally almost cum thinking about the fact that your 19-year-old, bimbo-looking sister-in-law just got herself knocked up just to steal you away from your wife. You take a deep breath and start to move. It was time to go home.

You text your friend, and walk into the bedroom, slamming open the wardrobe door in the process scaring your slut from last night. She starts bitching, and you growl to get the fuck out at her. She all but sprints out the door throwing clothes on along the way.

You text your friend that you are leaving and that you would send pay the entire bill since you were bailing early.

You are back in an Uber pulling up to the apartment not even three hours later.