Too long as you come dangerously close to revealing your secret, but end up discovering one of your own..

While the rest of the night you enjoy feeling your Younger Sister fucking you in almost every position you can imagine, utilising every bit of hotel room culminating in being fucked standing doggy style against the big room-to-ceiling windows, your nipples pressing against the cold glass. Each time Lyra ensures to cum deep inside you, her balls are seemingly able to produce a thick heavy batch of cum for your unprotected pussy. You collapse into bed in the early hours of the morning and sleep in later than you'd like, especially given your body is on a timer.

The entire trip back your mind keeps focusing on what might be happening deep inside of you, hundreds of millions of your younger Sister's potent swimmers freely exploring your womb. Each time you hit traffic or have to stop for gas you feel yourself tensing up, knowing each delay is just more time Lyra's sperm has to impregnate you. In your mind, you start mentally preparing yourself for what would come next if you do get pregnant from this and what were the steps you dread the most. Foremost being the eventuality of telling your Mother you're pregnant and the eventual question of who the father is.

You consider the possibilities of lying, pretending not to know, but you were famously a poor liar and your Mother could always tell, sometimes before you even spoke the lie about when you were about to tell her something false. Even by some miracle, if you do successfully lie to your Mom then there is the ongoing fear of being found out. It is going to be hard enough having a baby without the added pressure of discovering the taboo nature of it all. To you, it makes more sense to just come clean with Lyra by your side, hoping your Mother would eventually forgive you both and support you through it all.

It starts to dawn on you as you enter the effective home straight on the journey back to the lodge, that mentally you've stopped thinking in terms of if you were pregnant, but accepting the fact you were. You allow your mind to wander about what things might be like to have a child, putting aside the complication of who the father is. The thought of having a family, getting to go on trips together, taking them to visit your Mom, helping them learn and watching them grow. It's a much more pleasant set of thoughts and leaves you thinking that the anxiety of it all aside, it wouldn't be that bad. You even start picturing these moments with Lyra by your side and you would be lying if you said the thought wasn't an appealing one.

By the time you get back to the lodge, you take the pill from your bag and stare at it for a few moments, trying to work the outcome you actually want. For a moment you even contemplate just not taking the pill as you lose yourself in the maternal instincts, however, when the anxiety of confessing everything to your Mom comes back you quickly take the pill and wash it down with some water.

"Don't feel too bad if this trip didn't stick, there's always next time," Lyra says in a teasing tone, placing a hand reassuringly on your back.

The pair of you head to bed, and between your mental exhaustion and Lyra's regular exhaustion from driving back, you get to sleep pretty quickly, some of your last conscious thoughts before you drift off is wondering if Lyra's sperm hit their mark. However, what neither you nor Lyra knew is that Futa sperm are much better at reproducing than their male counterpart as they're considerably faster. This meant that at some point in Vegas when your ovaries released their egg there was a veritable army of Lyra's sperm already swarming it and fertilising it.

Even had you taken the morning-after pill at the end of the evening like you had hoped it would have been too late, but not for the reason you might have thought. The fertilised egg failed to implant itself, possibly due to the stressful living of the last year or so taking its toll on your body, or possibly just down to luck. In any event, you manage to escape being impregnated by your Sister, at least for this month, although your body has one last surprise just to mess with you.

The rest of the time at the lodge was enjoyable, you took plenty of photos with and without Lyra, both to post as the days went by but also to give you a long reserve to drip-feed over the coming weeks to keep growing and give a reason for people to stay subscribed. With the occasional hardcore clip or photo session with Lyra to really get people's attention. You still spend a good amount of time having sex with your Sister off-camera, who manages to pull out each time, since neither of you enjoys the idea of condoms. The entire time you're waiting to see which would arrive first, morning sickness or your normal monthly occurrence.

Once the vacation is over Lyra drives back with you to your apartment and once she sees where you've been living begs for you to pack up your stuff and move in with her. A decision that doesn't take long for you to make when you sit down on your old bed and realise how accustomed you are to sleeping on a decent mattress. Not to mention that if you were pregnant, you would much rather have Lyra by your side rather than having to face the reality in this crappy apartment on your own. Not to mention you couldn't see yourself getting into the moment in your apartment to take sexy photos of yourself in the cramped conditions of your room.

Not wanting to even spend one night at your apartment you decide to pack your clothes and a few precious possessions you actually want to bring with you and figure out what to do with everything else and a few bits of furniture that was yours at a later date. Lyra helps move you into what was a spare room and will now be yours, purely for appearance's sake, although neither you or Lyra have any intentions of sleeping separately. Especially given she's been showing great restraint by keeping her promise of pulling out with no mishaps or accidents.

As days slowly turn into weeks with you working closely and enjoying your Sister's company and enjoying life a lot more than you've done in years. Admittedly you never thought you'd end up posting lewd content online for a living but, it isn't nearly as soul-destroying as your previous jobs and it's a damn sight more lucrative, especially with your Sister's help on how to get your profile out there. Still, despite the drastic improvement in your life, there's something missing which is making you nervous the longer it's absent.

"How late are you?" Lyra asks trying her best to sound supportive and hide the elation she was actually feeling at your news.

"A couple of weeks at least," You reply nervously.

"OK, so do we get you some tests to find out?" Lyra offers placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

"Yeah, I guess so," You reply, not quite sure if you're ready to find out.

Although by the time you work up the courage to finally take a pregnancy test, a day later when you feel like you can't keep putting it off you find yourself staring down at a negative test with some confusion. Sure your cycle wasn't super reliable the last few months, but you were pretty sure you've never had to deal with anything like this before. Each day the lack of any signs of your cycle advancing, you take a test and just as before it comes back negative.

"What do we do?" Lyra asks, four weeks after the first negative test.

"I think I can get an appointment with a doctor and get a blood test to get an answer to finally tell me I'm pregnant," You reply with a shrug.

"You reckon you definitely are pregnant?" Lyra asks with a reassuring smile.

"It's been almost 8 weeks since Vegas," You reply with a half smile.

"So How do you want us to handle this?" Lyra asks with a soft tone, knowing just how much you were dreading the initial next steps of what to do if you're pregnant.

"We go visit Mom, tell her everything, and hope she doesn't kill us," You reply with a nervous laugh.

"Well, no sense delaying, let's head over tonight, enjoy a nice evening just in case it's our last and then break the news tomorrow," Lyra offers with a smile.

"Yeah," You agree with a smile, truly glad to have your Younger Sister by your side for this, although given it's partially her fault it is the very least she could do.

The next day you drive over to your Mother's house, and try your best to catch up with her and her good friend and neighbour Ms Genevieve like everything is normal and you don't have a huge bombshell to drop on them. You also feel guilty for not calling and catching up with your Mom and Ms Genevieve more, especially with how warm and kind they're being. Now more than ever you hope that they'll forgive you and Lyra, even if it takes some time.

Looking at your Mother and her close friend, you can hardly believe how they don't look much older than you remember as a kid growing up. They both have the same youthful energy you recall on all those trips you went on together as a family, Genevieve being like a second mother to you and Lyra. A darker more lustier side of your mind, can't help but admire how sensual and playful they both look before you shake the intrusive thought away. Lyra was more than enough forbidden fruit for you and look how much trouble that's already gotten you in.

Still, as you focus on your Mom and Genevieve seeing how they retell some old stories of the mischief you and Lyra had gotten up to, you can't help but notice just how close Genevieve is looking at your Mom. There's a hunger in Genevieve's hazel eyes that looks all too familiar to you, it's a look you've seen a lot of recently from Lyra. Suddenly your Mother's complete lack of attempts to date seems much more understandable and you smile to yourself, happy to know your Mother found someone after all. Your Mother takes her eyes off you and Lyra for a moment, brushing a strand of her long brunette hair out of her face, her eyes darting to Genevieve and her soft lips curl into a smile momentarily before she turns back to you and your Sister and continues with her story.

You enjoy the rest of your evening as best you can feeling something in the pit of your stomach the entire time, making you feel just awful about what tomorrow would bring. For a short moment, you consider just blurting it all out at the end of dinner just to rid yourself of the guilt, before thinking better of it. You manage to eventually drift off to sleep in your old room with Lyra cuddling you trying her best to soothe you.

Despite your Sister's best efforts to comfort you throughout the night you wake up feeling even worse, the pit in your stomach feeling much heavier. It's still early but you cant get back to sleep, unlike Lyra who's still snoring away sleeping a deep and restful sleep. You gently slip out of your slumbering Sister's embrace and make your way downstairs. You hear the faint rattle of utensils coming from the kitchen, and as you approach you spot Genevieve in a dressing gown putting some fresh beans in the coffee machine. Genevieve is humming and dancing to a song in her head and practically jumps when she turns around and sees you.

"Oh, Misty, You scared me," Genevieve says quickly pulling the robe to her gown tighter, as in her fright it has come a little loose, giving you a glimpse of her slightly tanned skin. She also quickly rearranges her stance trying to hide another familiar sight of a slight bulge at the front of her gown. "How are you this morning?" Genevieve quickly adds with a smile.

"There's something I wanted to say or ask even," You begin nervously, swallowing hard as the pain in your stomach seems to grow more intense, almost physical.

"Is this about you and Lyra?" Genevieve asks her own tone more nervous than her usual cheerful tone.

You nod slowly, finding words even harder to summon despite how many times you've practised them in your head. "I'm not quite sure how to say this but..." You begin before the words trail off. You go to open your mouth to speak but the words don't quite come, and soon the room fills with the bitter aroma of coffee, a smell you normally thoroughly enjoy, with the small exception of a few days a month where your sense of smell is overly sensitive. Then the thought hits you. "Sorry I really need to take care of something, I'll be right back," You say quickly racing back upstairs leaving a confused Genevieve in your wake.

A few minutes later, despite the discomfort going nowhere, your mood is considerably better as a figurative weight is lifted from your shoulders. However, as you return downstairs, you find Genevieve sat down with your Mother by her side the pair of them looking nervous almost as much as you likely were just a few minutes ago, before your body decided better late than never after almost two months of anxious waiting.

"Morning Honey," Your Mother says in a soft warm tone, her smile while as bright as usual isn't nearly as wide as you're familiar with. "Why don't you fetch your Sister and we can talk this over," Your Mother adds with a smile.

"Sure thing, Mom," You reply softly, feeling a creeping sense of unease welling up inside you. Your mind trying to wonder if you might have given to much away, or if your Mother or Genevieve might have poked their head around as seen Lyra cuddling you in bed. Still, they seem calm which is positive and at least you weren't pregnant, which would have made things that much harder to explain.

When you enter the room you and Lyra shared for many years, you see your Younger Sister up and getting dressed. "Mist, is everything ok?" Lyra asks nervously.

"I'm not sure," You reply softly. "I was going to tell Genevieve, but then needed the bathroom and found out we don't have anything we need to tell them anymore," You explain in a soft tone.

"Really?" Lyra replies, unable to hide a hint of disappointment from her voice.

"Yeah, but forget about that for now," You reply in a low tone. "Mom and Genevieve are downstairs and want to talk about something with both of us," You explain with a nervous tone to your voice.

"Do you think they somehow know?" Lyra asks nervously. "I thought I was on my best behaviour all night," She adds shaking her head.

"No idea, but only one way to find out," You reply with a nervous smile.

"No matter what, we'll always have each other," Lyra replies, leaning in and kissing you on the lips and giving you a tight embrace before you couldn't delay any longer.

You emerge back into the kitchen with Lyra by your side the pair of you taking a seat at the table, while Genevieve holds your Mother's hand and gives her a supportive nod. Your Mother returns the gesture with a smile before turning her attention to both you and Lyra.

"So there's something we need to tell you both, something we should have told you a long time ago, but were too nervous about how you might take it," Your Mother begins her soft maternal voice breaking up a little. "As I'm sure you're both aware, Genevieve has been with our family for a long time," Your Mother continues.

"Of course, she's been like a second Mother to us both," You reply softly.

"The cooler, more fun Mother," Lyra teases with a soft laugh, her joke an attempt to ease the tension in the kitchen.

"Thank you, Lyra," your mother replies laughing as she shakes her head. "Well she's a little more than that," Your Mother continues with a nervous smile. "Genie do you want to take over from here?" Your Mother offers with a smile.

"So I've been Neighbours with Judy, your Mother since before you were born," Genevieve begins her normal confident tone slightly shaky. "We became very close friends, bonding over our shared disappointment with marriage," She explains with a smile. "The man your Mother was married to was never around, and mine wasn't comfortable with my true nature," Genevieve adds with a nervous laugh.

"You're a futa aren't you Ms Genevieve, just like Lyra," You offer helpfully.

"I am," Genevieve replies with a nervous laugh. "I had hoped you didn't notice earlier when you spooked me in my robe," She adds turning to your Mother and offering her a nervous apologetic smile.

"Oh wow, so that's how you knew so much, and had so much advice," Lyra replies with a big smile. "Thank you for all that by the way, I'm not sure I ever thanked you at the time," Lyra adds with a smile as she begins to figure out that the uncomfortable discussion has nothing to do with her illicit and taboo tryst with you.

"You're welcome, Dear," Genevieve replies with a smile. "While initially we bonded over our seemingly mutual bad luck with love and grew to be very close friends that you knew us as," Genevieve continues with a soft laugh. "It grew into something a lot more," She adds with a warm smile.

"Genevieve's husband despite all his faults wasn't a bad man, so when he died in a car accident it hit her hard and as her best friend I took it upon myself to be there for her," Your Mother says softly. "They were long emotionally heavy nights together," She continues.

"With a fair amount of drinking," Genevieve adds with a nervous laugh. "And Lyra can confirm this but Futa hormones are a hell of a thing," She adds with a nervous laugh.

"One night things got a little out of hand and we ended up sleeping together for the first time," Your Mother says with a guilty smile.

"The second, third, fourth and fifth times too," Genevieve adds, much to your Mother's disapproval.

"Genie," She admonishes.

"Damn, Way to go, Ms Genevieve," You add, the tone of the room suddenly shifting away from heavy to one of a much lighter in nature.

"Other Momma's got stamina," Lyra adds triggering a fresh round of Laughter from all four of you despite your Mother's best efforts to look annoyed.

"In any case," Your Mother begins trying to move things along. "With this new dynamic to our very close friendship, we got caught up and I ended up pregnant with your Misty," Your Mother explains with a smile. "My husband was a little suspicious about the timing, but at least tried to be supportive," Your Mother explains with a nervous smile.

"However, with the timing of Sweet Lyra being impossible for your Mother's husband to be the father, he knew your Mother was getting her bread buttered elsewhere," Genevieve explains with a knowing smile. "Although he never suspected me, thankfully," She adds with a smile.

"So, Misty, Lyra, I'd like you to meet your Father, Genevieve, sorry we kept it a secret all these years," your Mother says with a smile.

"So what do we call you, Dad? Other Mom?" Lyra asks with a soft laugh.

"We thought about that, and while it's up to you both, I'll understand if you want to stick to Ms Genevieve, but what do think about having a Mom and a Momma?" Genevieve asks with a smile.

"Works for me," You reply with a smile.

"See Judy, I told you they'd be fine," Genevieve says with a big smile as both you and Lyra rush around the table to give you Futa Momma a big hug.

"I'm just happy we can be a proper family now," Your Mother replies with a big smile. "My sweet, girls are so open and forgiving," She adds wiping a single tear from her eye.

"It's ok Mom, Love takes all sorts of shapes," Lyra says with a knowing grin, "Isn't that right, Mist?" She adds flashing you an evil smile.

"Most definitely," You reply with a laugh as you move to give your Mother a big hug.

"Well now that that's out of the way, How do you girls feel about going on a camping trip like we used to have?" Your Momma asks with a big smile. "Get out there in nature, enjoy some fresh air disconnect from everything," She adds with a broad smile.

"It can be our first official family vacation," Lyra replies with a grin.

"Perfect, we were thinking a little over two weeks from now, if that's not too much short notice?" Your Mother asks with a smile.

"Not at all, my new job is very flexible," You reply giving Lyra a knowing look.

"Excellent," Your Mother replies excitedly. "Oh I can't wait for all the family fun we'll get to have," She adds with a giggle.

"Yeah, Mom, you and me both," Lyra replies with an evil smile on her face.