Pregnancy Roulette

Nekane bites her lip, realising she’s said something she shouldn’t have. Her eyes flutter in embarrassment. You lean down and guide her towards you. She’s now lying beside you, on the other side to Sarka. You’re a sandwich between two, gorgeous, naked women, but you’re more intrigued in what Nekane just said.

You repeat your question. “What’s pregnancy roulette?”

“You don’t know?”

“No, otherwise I wouldn’t be asking you.”

“Nothing to do with me. I’m not playing it.”

“But you know what it is?”

You can see Nekane’s mind trying to work out what to say, realising she might have got her fellow housemates into trouble.

“Gloria found some pills that look like the pill but don’t do anything. She called them something, begins with p.”

“Placebos?”

“Yes, that sounds right. So, they’re playing a game. Each week they take a pouch of pills. Some of them are the pill. Some of them are this placebo.”

You’re getting the idea. “So, they don’t know who’s taking contraceptives and who’s taking the placebo?”

“Yes.”

“That’s why Melody didn’t suspect she was pregnant. Because she thought she was on the pill?” Nekane nods at that. “Whose playing this game?”

“All the household, except me and Lucy. Lucy said she couldn’t have children yet, she was too busy running your life, and I don’t want children.”

“Nekane, Gloria told us not to tell him,” hisses from behind you. Sarka has regained some of her senses. She looks worried.

“Gloria’s behind this?” you ask, although you’d suspected as much. It sounds very much like a Gloria thing. Sarka nods. “How does it work?”

“We take a pouch each week from a choice of seven. Five contain only contraceptive. Two contain only placebo. All the pouches look the same and are on a rotary. It’s spun, so not even Gloria knows which pouch is which. Plus she picks whichever’s left.”

“So you’re all ignorant about whether you’re on the pill any particular week?”

Sarka nods again. “Are we in trouble?” she finally asks.

“I don’t know, I’ll have to think about it. I need to talk to Gloria.”

“Now?”

“No, not now. It’s nighttime. And I have two gorgeous women lying here, who I think need another good fucking.”

“But I might be fertile. I don’t know.”

“You haven’t checked whether you’re pregnant yet?”

“No. I thought it best to wait until tomorrow to check. I didn’t think I could keep it from you if I was.”

You kiss her nose and smile to soothe her. “Well, I think you’re either pregnant already or you’re not. I don’t think fucking you again tonight is going to make any difference. Unless you don’t want me to fuck you again?”

The sign of panic immediately crosses Sarka’s face. “No, no, I do.”

“Then you two should probably get me hard again. But then with bodies like these,” you say as your hands reach out and squeeze their breasts, “that shouldn’t be a problem.”