Epilogue: Sisters-in-Law

Come to me now once again and release me
from grueling anxiety.
All that my heart longs for,
fulfill. And be yourself my ally in love’s battle.

Lois Lane smiled as she completed the translation. Chalk it up to an immersive environment, but two months into her stay in Themyscira, and her Greek was coming along steadily. The reporter hoped that by the time she was ready to give birth, she'd be fluent.

The pregnant reporter leaned back from the writing desk, and let one hand rest on her small paunch, to bask in the Mediterranean sunlight streaming through the window. Bigger than it should be for fourteen weeks, but somehow none of the Amazons seemed surprised. Better than that, they had little herbal mixtures that helped with the nausea that came with the first trimester of pregnancy.

Eight weeks without email or internet. Four since Diana had gone off to battle the evils of man's world, back for only a few brief stolen moments. Things were happening out in the world, but here on this isle of women, Lois could well imagine how the Amazons ignored it all. They were self-sufficient, self-contained; there was always some religious ritual, some showcase of art or music or martial skill; games to participate in or hard work that needed doing. These were women that had learned long ago how to fill existence, and there was little that was missing...

...except chocolate. Her wonderful wife had snuck a few Toblerone bars to Lois, but Lois missed the candy dearly, among other things. Amazonian ideas of sweet began with honey and fruit and ended with a laboriously-compounded form of beat sugar. Tea and coffee came in small batches from Man's World, and were rationed—Lois was afraid of using too much, lest the Amazons think her a glutton. As it was, she was still nowhere near the least of them in physical ability...and Lois Lane's poor pussy and ass could attest to the fact, as her sister-in-law Nubia and mother-in-law Hippolyta had consistently used Lois while Diana was away.

It was never quite ****, but it wasn't far from it, either. Lois hadn't dared tell her wife about it—she was too embarrassed by how easily the Amazons seemed to coax orgasms out of her, leaving her panting and moaning like some ****, sex-starved slut. Sometimes, on a slow, lazy afternoon when many of the Amazons were having a siesta through the hottest part of the day, she almost welcomed it when they would slip into her bed, hands sliding beneath her cotton shift, whispering appreciatively at how her breasts and belly were growing...

Lois stood up from the writing desk and stretched. A nap sounded good right now. Her sandaled feet beat a quiet tattoo on the marble floors as she made her way toward the chambers of the princesses royal...when she heard something that she shouldn't have.

The pop of a can of soda. A quiet slurp.

Curiosity drew the pregnant woman away from the familiar corridors to a room she'd never been in. A strange mix between the nearly Spartan abode of an Amazon and a typical young woman's bedroom. Togas and skinny jeans were piled on the floor. A golden lasso hung negligently on the back of a chair. Small percussive hisses came from a pair of earbuds attached to an iPod. The owner had her eyes closed, sipping a can of Dr Pepper, listening to the music. There was a bag of bonbons wrapped in gold foil.

Wonder Girl. Cassie Sandsmark. Diana's younger half-sister. Daughter of Zeus. Sweet nineteen...and lounging on her bed, utterly naked, gently masturbating with one hand. Her nipples were inverted, the little pink buds on her freckled breasts rising and falling steadily. Lois stared at her with fascination. They hadn't met, formally. Cassie hadn't come to the wedding, she'd been out on Titans business. Not sure whether she should intervene, or retreat, Lois waited, barely daring to breathe...

Some sixth sense caused Cassie's eyes to turn, her eyes to open. She stared at Lois, two fingers still rubbing her golden-furred cunt, and she swallowed heavily.

"Uh...hi," the young woman said, setting down the can of soda, pulling off the earphones, a blush spreading across her cheeks.

"Cassie, right?" Lois said. The reporter dared to step forward and sit next to her on the bed. "You don't have to stop on my account."

"That's okay, I was just..." Wonder Girl blushed harder.

"Do you always do it alone?" Lois asked. She knew what she must look like...nearly a decade older, Cassie's sister's wife, pregnant...

"Um. I um. Mostly? I haven't really..."

The pregnant woman laid her hand on her sister-in-law's thigh. She felt wicked...but more than that...she wondered if this is what Nubia and Hippolyta felt like with her.

"You don't have to," Lois said. "Do it alone, I mean. Your sister Nubia has been showing me some of the Amazonian customs..."

Cassie swallowed hard. She wouldn't meet the reporter's eyes, but she could see that the young heroine was focusing on the slight swell of her belly.

The reporter's hands grabbed the bottom of her shift and pulled up and over her head. So that she was naked except for her sandals. Wonder Girl's face flushed a deeper red, spreading across the bridge of her nose and all the way to her ears. The reporter re-positioned herself to kneel on the bed. Her hands rested on Cassie's needs.

"You might have heard," Lois said. "That pregnant women get certain...cravings. That it's important to listen to your body when you're pregnant."

The reporter bent down and kissed the soft skin of Wonder Girl's inner thigh. Then again, closer. Cassie began to pant.

"You understand, right?" Lois said, planting a third kiss, her cheek almost brushing the wet, pink slit. Cassie looked as though she had shaved her pussy, but not recently, and there was a blonde triangle above her dripping cunny.

"Yes," Cassie said, her thighs quaking in eagerness.

"You don't mind if I help myself, do you?" Lois Lane's breath was making the pink lips quiver.

"N-no. G-go right ahead..." Cassie said.

Lois's lips latched onto the clitoris and sucked hard enough for Cassie to let out a little squeak. Her tongue ran up the slit, tasting the sour juices of a tight, young cunt. Outside, the sun baked the Amazon's isle, and women laid in the shade to sleep...but in the cool inner chamber of Wonder Girl, they sweated. The reporter clung to those thighs as she buried her mouth in Cassie's cunt, and the young woman squirmed and bit her wrist to stifle moans, one hand squeezing her young breast.

It was a long, slow afternoon. Lois gave her sister-in-law no letup, no mercy, no more than Nubia had given her. The reporter's tongue delved deep into the tight little hole until she found the spot that made Cassie cry out, and attacked it again and again, until the young woman's juices squirted out onto the pregnant reporter's face...and Lois kept going, reducing the superheroine into a puddle of quivering flesh, panting with the effort of her orgasms, and Lois Lane's tongue and jaw were too sore to continue.

Cassie didn't say a word when Lois took the bonbons with her when she left. Pregnant women have needs, after all.