Epilogue: Family Ties

It was a small ceremony. Lois wore a tuxedo. Angie had a special maternity wedding dress. Clark Kent stood as best man, and Lucy Lane was the maid of honor. General Sam Lane, in his dress uniform, walked his future daughter-in-law down the aisle.

Everything went smoothly. All smiles. No difficult questions. A little reception—more of a family dinner, really—and when Lois Lane's few friends from the office had left her alone. The general had asked the question.

"How the hell did you knock her up?"

Lois coughed on her bourbon, swallowed it again. It wasn't so smooth the second time.

"Yeah sis, how the hell are you packing?" Lucy was flustered, having hit the liquor harder than any of them, and Lois could tell her sister was buzzed, if not outright drunk.

Angie was devouring another chunk of the wedding cake when she looked up. "You never told them?"

The newlywed reporter wiped her mouth. "I didn't know how to tell them that their favorite daughter/big sister had turned into a dickgirl."

"So you are packing!" Lucy said. "Like, a fully functional hermaphrodite, or do you just have the cock and balls now?" The blonde turned to Angie. "Is she huge?"

The pregnant bride smiled. "She's way huge."

Lois sighed. "So...you know how we live in a world with magic and superscience and things?"

Sam Lane said nothing as his eldest daughter gave a tastefully-edited version of events. Minus the sexual slavery. Angie could not help throwing in a few graphic details.

"Could you give me a dick?" Lucy asked Angie.

"Sure," the pregnant woman replied. "I mean, if Lois allows it."

"You are not giving my little sister a dick," the reporter said firmly.

"Lois Ellen Lane," her father rumbled. "Do not talk to your sister that way."

He paused, then turned to Lucy. "What do you want a penis for, anyway? Are you even interested in girls?"

The blonde blinked. "I mean...don't you want more grandkids?"

"Lois could give her children," Angie piped in.

Lois winced and motioned to the waiter for a refill on her bourbon. "Babe, I told you about the **** thing."

"Right, right," Angie Blaze Lane rubbed her stomach. "She's the right age, though. Fertile as anything."

"I am not going to impregnate my sister," Lois said firmly, after the waiter had gotten her a fresh glass of bourbon.

Lucy Lane pouted, sticking out her lower lip so far that Lois wanted to grab it. "First you won't give me a dick, then you won't give me your dick. You're just the most selfish big sister ever."

Sam Lane rolled his eyes, but said nothing. The conversation moved on...and as the night wore on, and the table cleared away, Angie and Lucy went to the bathroom, and Lois and her father had a quiet moment.

"Lois," he said, and he leaned forward so that his voice was almost at a whisper. "The reason I asked earlier—Lucy hasn't told you, but she's been having some medical issues. Possible ovarian cancer. The doctor wants to operate. A complete hysterectomy."

The dickgirl reporter's eyes widened.

"So she has...a window of opportunity. To have a child of her own, you know. If she puts it off too long, the decision is out of her hands either way. I just thought, since you were...that you could..." he coughed. "...anyway, it would be a Lane. And more affordable than sperm donor, rounds of fertility treatments."

Lois blushed. "Dad, I..."

"Just think about it," he said, and finished his drink. Then he added. "She doesn't usually drink this much. She's headed for a blackout. If something were to happen...it would be a blessing. Think about it, okay?"

The reporter swallowed, not sure she could believe what he was pretty much asking of her. But she nodded, and set what was left of her drink aside. He smiled at the little gesture.

"Good soldier."

The General took a cab to his hotel. Lucy had finished the bottle, and Lois had offered to let her crash with them. The drunken blonde slurred denials as they stuffed her in the cab with them.

"Noooo....sss'yaaaal'ssss honeymoo-o-on...fucky fucky..." The drunken young woman made an obscene gesture, or at least tried to. She was sufficiently shitfaced that her finger couldn't quite go into the hole. Lucy snuggled next to Angie during the ride to the house. Eyes closed, one hand rubbing rather inappropriately on Blaze's belly.

"You'rreee sooo warm..."

Lois had to basically carry Lucy in the house...and surprised Angie when she dumped her drunken sister on the master bed rather than the guest bed. The reporter rubbed her forehead and explained to her demonic bride the gist of her father's suggestion.

Angie's response was the most electric smile since Lois had first proposed.

"We're going to breed her?" The demon said, quivering with anticipation.

"I guess," Lois frowned. She wasn't used to thinking of her sister in a sexual way. "Are you alright with that?"

"Of course, mistress. My beloved wife. I live to serve you in all things," Angie licked her lips. "But can I help?"

"I was hoping you would. Can you...make sure she's ovulating? I don't think we want her to get blackout drunk all the time. It's bad enough I'm going to try and knock up my baby sister once, I don't want to have to do it again."

The pregnant woman leaned over and placed her hand on the drunken, passed-out woman's abdomen. Black sparkles shimmered upwards. It was the first time Lois had asked Blaze to use her powers in a long time.

"Done." The demon grinned. "Now the fun part..."

They stripped down. Lois Lane with her dark hair and violet eyes had taken after their mother; Lucy had always been a bit more tomboyish, muscular and athletic, with blonde hair and blue eyes. They made quite a pair, growing up; light and dark, outgoing and dynamic Lucy and intelligent and inquisitive Lois. It shocked the reporter a little as Angie helped peel the woman out of her dress...Lucy's slit was shaved bare, her breasts were bigger than when she had last seen them, the small pink nipples inverted, the skin pale.

Angie shed her own dress. The stomach jutted out, not yet heavy and round and hanging, but a dome with her navel as the apex. Despite that, she was in no way fat; Lois could still see the ribs on either side above the stomach, even see some of the muscles beneath the pale skin. Her bride's breasts had grown softer though, the nipples and areola slightly puffy, darkening just a little. The dark hair, wild and oily, spilled down Angie's shoulders to mid-back.

With great care and precision, the pregnant demon lifted Lucy's butt and stuffed a pillow over it. Spread her legs as wide as she could without making her uncomfortable...and then slid in behind the blonde, he thighs under Lucy's shoulders, the head resting against her pregnant belly. Lois stood at the foot of the bed and watched this, not sure when or how to help.

"Lick her," Angie said, those dark eyes burning with fierce arousal and amusement. "You don't want to hurt her, when you enter...and the taste of pussy always gets you hard."

Lois couldn't deny that. Her heart raced a little as she knelt on the bed, moving into the shadow of Lucy's thighs...her face pressed against her own sister's cunt! It felt so wrong. Yet Lois told herself that she was doing this for Lucy, that her sister never had to know, that her father had basically asked her to do it.

The taste...Lois had kissed her wife, after Angie had eaten her out. It was something like that. Slightly sour. Clean and warm. She wondered if that was how they tasted, as sisters. So alike, even though they were a couple years apart. From the same mother and father, the same womb...they had grown up together, and Lois had never thought about her sister that way. Not seriously. Oh they had joked about boys and things, and Lois remembered how one day she had sat her down and explained the birds and the bees, but never like this, never...

Without realizing she was doing it, Lois had found that she was stroking her cock. Her tongue was working deep into her sister's cunny, tracing every fold of her labia, nibbling gently on her clit, until the drunken woman was stirring and moaning a little in her sleep.

"She's ready," Angie whispered. "So are you."

Lois stood up, realizing she was breathing heavily...still able to taste her sister's cunt on her tongue. The cock between her legs stood out away from the body, throbbing with her heartbeat, balls tense in their sack. Compared to Lucy's pink slit, it looked huge. The reporter knew that her sister wasn't a virgin, but a part of her hoped it wasn't going to hurt when she stuck it in.

Because at this point, Lois knew she was going to stick it in. Mentally, she had already crossed the point of no return.

Blaze's hands were cupping the drunken woman's breasts. Her eyes were drinking in the sight as Lois leaned forward, rubbed the head of her cock up and down the wet slit...and then pushed it in. In her sleep, Lucy's back arched, and she moaned...she moaned a name...

"Lois..."

Well, that did it. Lois pushed into her sister like a woman possessed. The cunt squeezed around the dickgirl's cock, and the glans scraping against the wet, tight tunnel as she began to pump and pound. The reporter grabbed her wife's knees for support as she began to fuck her sister fast and hard. All the pent-up arousal exploding into a frantic, frenetic moment. Her cock pummelled her sister's pussy as if they were two parts of the same whole, bottoming out every time, not caring if Lucy woke up with a bruised cervix as long as she woke up with a baby in her womb. Lois Lane's baby.

Angie let go of the drunken slut's breasts and grabbed her wife's shoulders. Lois stared into her eyes, the dark eyes now pure white and glowing from within. Lois could feel something like an electric current running from Blaze's fingertips all the way down to the base of her cock. The dickgirl could feel the load swelling up inside of her...the pressure incredible, impossible to deny any longer.

"You wish to knock her up, mistress?" Blaze asked, the blood-red color crawling over the demon's skin, the dark horns bursting from her brow. "You want to get her as pregnant, like you got me pregnant."

"Yes," Lois whispered...and then she found her voice. Her commanding voice. Blaze was no genie to idly voice a wish to. Not while Lois owned her wife, body and soul. "Yes, I want to knock her up. Here and now. Fill her womb. Give her all the babies she wants."

Angie smiled...just a flick of that Mona Lisa smile...and then she pushed forward, so that they could kiss. Lois tasted ozone, swore she felt a spark jump between their lips.

"As you wish."

Her cock exploded.

It had never been like this with Angie...not since that first time. Lois felt as if she was pouring her very life out through the tip of her dick. She plunged her cock so deep into her sister's cunt she swore that it must be touching the back, and her testicles squeezed and squeezed, buttocks flexing, her hands in a white-knuckled grip on Angie's knees as she knocked up her own sister on their marriage bed...

...and then, as always, it was over. Lois was there panting, her cock plugging her sister's pussy, a frothy white mess around the base of her dick where she'd stirred the cum up into a filthy mess.

"She'll take," Angie said. "I'm sure of it. But mistress...my beloved wife..."

"Hmm?" Lois said sleepily.

"Now you have to take care of me."

The reporter grinned as her wife slid out from behind her sister. They left the pillow under Lucy's ass, to make sure the cum flowed down toward the drunken woman's spasming cervix. And if Lucy opened her eyes, and saw Lois holding onto Blaze's horns as she pounded into the pregnant demon's cunt...

...well, it was a blackout drunk. Lucy wouldn't remember anything of that night anyway.