Another Surprise

Victoria worried that I would find her less attractive through her pregnancy, but was pleasantly surprised to find that it had the opposite effect. I made an effort to not hook up with her whenever Angie was around, but the amount of sex we had was insane.

Angie made up having a boyfriend and would pretend to go to her car, really walking around to the backyard and lay out in the sun out of sight. During this time I’d fuck the shit out of her sister and then we’d all pretend like nothing happened.

It killed me to not be able to get Angie alone, but it helped us keep our hands off each other. We lasted a solid week after the talk with her mom, feeling confident that we could stay away from each other.

But soon we couldn’t handle it and started making excuses to get away, going grocery shopping and anything else we could think of. My car got more action in a week than it had seen in the past five years.

Angie did an admirable job of allowing herself to be demoted from main squeeze back down to side ho. She was sad, but at the same time, she was oddly optimistic even though she claimed that she and I could never really be together again.

There reached a point where I decided I had to talk to Victoria. Not only did she deserve the truth, she also deserved to know what she was getting into with me. I knew it was going to come out at some point, so I might as well come clean.

I waited until one day Angie left to go see her “boyfriend”.

“Victoria, I need to tell you something.”

“Okay.”

I sat her down at the dining table.

“First off, I love you. I’m happy with everything, I’m not mad at you, and I want to have this baby and even spend the rest of my life with you, if you’ll let me. Okay?”

“Okay.” Her face picked up.

Shit! I continued in a hurry, trying to get this over with.

“Your sister lied when she said that we never hooked up.”

Victoria’s face dropped.

“I went along with it because she begged me not to tell you. But you need to know.”

“I already knew,” she whispered.

“You did?”

“Well, I suspected. You guys have way too much chemistry to be sleeping in the same bed for over a month and not ever let something happen.”

“Exactly,” I admitted. “We tried not to. We really, really tried. Both of us. For your sake. But-”

“But you hooked up.”

“Yes.”

She sighed. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For telling me.”

“Of course. But can you not tell Angie that you know? She is so worried about hurting you-”

“I don’t want any more secrets,” she told me.

“I agree.”

“Okay,” she sighed. “I’m not sure what I’m going to do. But we’ll-”

Angie walked back in the front door.

“Back so soon?” I asked her.

“I got flaked on,” Angie made up.

“Oh.”

“Plus, I wanted to check my Onlyfans account.”

“How’s that going, by the way?” I asked her.

“Good. Really good.”

“Really?” Victoria asked.

“Yeah. I have several thousand subscribers.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, I’ve made over five grand this week alone.”

“Holy shit!”

“Then you can move out,” Victoria said.

There was a silence.

“Why would I want to do that?” Angie asked.

“Because. It’s killing you to live here with us,” Victoria told her.

“Why do you say that?”

“Because you’re in love with Dan.”

Angie looked at me. “No I’m not. I love Dan, sure, but I’m not-”

“Angie, I know about you two.”

Angie tried to read me. “What?”

“I know how you guys hooked up when I left.”

That night I was talking to Angie after her sister fell asleep.

“Why did you tell her?”

“I had to,” I said.

“But why now? Was it just the guilt? Because your guilt doesn’t do her any good.”

“No,” I said. “I told her because I needed her to know what you are sacrificing for her sake. I needed her to know how much you love her.”

She kissed me. “Fuck,” she whispered.

We all sat down. We hashed it out. Both girls explained how they felt about me, and they ended up hugging each other and crying. I told them both how I felt about them.

Victoria said she couldn’t share me, and Angie said that she understood. She said she’d move out one day, but wanted to continue to live with us for the time being.

My condo never felt smaller, but we were no longer feeling crushed under the tension..

Angie and I stopped fucking. I don’t know how we did it, but several weeks went by without us slipping up.

She tried to get in better shape and bought a rowing machine which she used every day. We tried to do meal planning, but both girls were still eating large portions. Angie tried her best to cut down but ended up settling on a healthier diet.

Still, despite dressing more conservatively, she confided that she was still slowly gaining weight. She worried that it was her metabolism slowing down now that she was in her mid twenties.

Another week went by, and that’s when everything changed again.

We were all sitting around the dining room table, chowing down on a relatively healthy meal. Both girls were stuffing their faces, and I was joining them. Between my turn on the rower and all the sex I was having with the now very pregnant looking Victoria, I was burning my share of calories.

The moment that changed our situation forever was when Victoria looked over at her sister.

“Hey, sis! Are you lactating?”

The three of us looked at her chest all at once. Sure enough, on Angie's gray shirt were two wet spots right where her nipples pressed forward.

“What the fuck?” Angie asked as she got up and ran to the bathroom, bouncing all over the place.

“Holy shit!” She yelled from the bathroom.

We drove to the drugstore that night. She bought three tests and they all came back positive.