Sort of…

Elise was ecstatic when she heard the Uber pulling up, but the girls had not realized that you had programmed this way, to be devious, manipulative, bordering on vicious for a reason, a very specific reason. You liked to play games and solve puzzles. They were you forever puzzle. How to get and keep them hopping at your every whim trying to beat each other out for your love and affection, knowing full well that you would never get rid of the other.

You had already assumed that the fastest route to win you over for Elise would be to get bred enough times to get pregnant. You wanted a few kids and figured that this would be a good start, plus knocking a 19-year-old bombshell is fucking hot.

But you had more plans than just that. It was time to flip the script with Anne, and perhaps add a third to the equation. She had offered her friend up as bait for going to Hawaii. You thought through all your options realizing that you couldn’t choose, and perhaps it was just better to go with the flow.

As you walked through the door you almost launched across the room. There was Anne with headphones in scrubbing away at the floor humming to herself. As you tripped over her, dodging (barely) kicking her in the face she looked up at you with eyes the size of saucers.

After you steadied yourself, you looked down at her, tits half popping out of her sports bra, pink headphones dangling from her ears, hair up in a messy ponytail, and you laughed. “You look like a single mother!” you chuckle in her direction. Her face goes white. You might as well have gone back in time and kicked her repeatedly with steel toed work boots. She had been desperately trying to get knocked up. You of course have to find her sister to start celebrating the good news, so you ask tactlessly “Anne, where is Elise? She told me the good news, so I bolted home!”

Anne's face was now almost gray with rage, fear and frustration. You really shouldn’t push her because she was liable to explode. You knew that the girls were reaching a boiling point and needed to do something to relieve the pressure a bit. Perhaps Elise being pregnant would slow things down a bit. However, there was always the possibility that it would make things works.

You glanced at Anne before you walked into the house in search of Elise and noticed that she had tears streaming down her face a bit. You died a bit inside, but she knew what she was getting into. You would have to make it up to her. Breeding her might be a good way to start. So you turned around and walked back and kissed Anne hard, shoving her up against the wall at the same time. She looked shocked and then settled into it she moaned into your mouth as you pulled off her shorts, and again when you ripped her tits out of her bra.

You dropped your pants and lifted her onto your cock and began hammering her right there against the wall. The thumping would likely bring Elise to you but right now you were too distracted by the hypersexual slut leaking all over your cock as it slammed in and out of her. It did not take long in this position before you were close. You leaned in close to her ear and said, “I am going to breed twins into you slut, will that make you feel better?” Anne squirted all over the floor and all but passed out as you pumped what seemed like a gallon of cum into her.

After you set Anne on the floor you saw Elise leaning against the wall just a few steps away, glaring down at her sister. “Twins? Then you are going to breed me full of triplets.” You created competitive monsters. Perhaps tomorrow you would work on that, but in the meantime you walked up to Elise and buried your tongue down her throat. “You literally made me a daddy, that might be a possibility” you said when you came up for air.