Saturday Morning

You wake with the girls snuggled around you, Sybil on one side, Melody on the other, both with arms over your chest, both on their sides facing towards you. You’re woken by Melody shifting. She unwraps herself from the duvet and slides from the bed. You watch her pert naked behind stagger through the archway and towards the master bathroom.

It’s unusual for one of the girls to wake up before you. Normally the girls struggle to wake up after Night Duty. Their orgasms appear to take more out of them than yours. Sybil’s reaction is more common than Melody’s. When you shift away from her, she remains fast asleep. You follow Melody to the bathroom, to find her kneeling in front of the porcelain throne her head just above it.

“You alright?”

She looks up at you, and her blue eyes light with adoration on seeing your concern. “I’m fine, just feeling a bit queasy.”

“Morning sickness?”

“Maybe. Mornings have been a problem, and last night was so much fun.”

“Maybe we should stop having fun. If it’s….”

The look on horror on her face almost makes you laugh. “Don’t you dare say that.”

“If the kid’s causing trouble already, maybe we should?”

More horror on her face, until she realises you’re joking. “Don’t joke about that. Knowing I’m the only one currently officially carrying your child is the greatest privilege I’ll ever feel.”

“Maybe you’ll still be the only one after today?”

“Oh, I doubt that. I’m certain I’m not the only one.” You believe she’s about to say more, but there’s a cough from the side door. Lucy is standing there in a white robe, her black hair fussed from sleep, her eyes still half open.

“No one’s to tell him who’s pregnant until the house meeting.”

“I wasn’t going to tell him, because I don’t know. I’d just find it odd if I was the only one pregnant,” Melody tries. Lucy’s gaze is sceptical.

“Good, because the only people who should know their current state is themselves. Not until the meeting later today.”

“You spying to make certain they don’t speak?” you jest.

“I heard speaking. I thought it a bit early for shower duty, but I thought I’d check.”

“Melody’s not feeling great, morning sickness probably.”

“Might not be,” Melody tries. She’s still kneeling over the toilet.

“Well if you’re not ready for your shower, I’ll go back to bed. I’m feeling a bit overdressed.” Lucy is wearing a robe. You and Melody are naked.

You consider it for a moment. It is early to start the day, but you know you’re not going to get any more sleep. You shake your head and move toward Lucy.

“We can’t have that,” you tell her. Your hand goes to the belt of her robe. You tug it and the loose knot unties. The robe opens, revealing her large, impressive breasts, belly and pussy. You can’t help but reach up and cup one of the breasts. They’re amazing. No sag. Large and defying gravity. You feel their weight and watch them wobble when you bounce them. “It might be a bit early for a shower, but if you started one I don’t think I could resist.”

Lucy is out of the robe before you can say another word. She hangs it up and enters the shower. Meanwhile you return to Melody. “You go back to bed when you feel better. Don’t overstress yourself.” You kiss her forehead. She smiles, and half stands so you can kiss lips. Her passion is clear in that kiss. You return it. Your cock hardens with her passion along with the promise of the shower behind you. Then you leave her for that promise.