Baby Makes Four
Copyright© 2010 by Prince von Vlox
Chapter 1
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1 - The United States settled the Project 1950s as a lifeboat in case of a nuclear war. The founders picked an alternate time line where humanity died out with the Mt. Toba eruption of 75,000 BC. It is currently some 18,000 BCE, and the height of one of the periodic ice ages. Wendy van Veldt is an engineer-in-training. Her plans for the next few years are to start her career, and live happily ever after with her husband and her wife. Things don't quite work out that way.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Science Fiction Pregnancy
Twosies beat onsies, I thought smugly as my husband and wife and I drifted together in a pile of satisfied flesh, but nothing beats threes. We had so many more ways to make love than a couple.
Somebody had to be the adult, and after a bit I got up, put on my robe, kissed both of them, and headed for the bathroom. I wanted more than I’d gotten, but Chris and I were going to a party on Friday, and I’d get all I wanted there. Amy wouldn’t be going—she had to work—but that was beside the point. We, all three of us, wanted babies. I was still in school, so that meant I probably shouldn’t. Engineering School is hard enough without a baby, though having Amy’s around would complicate things. Amy had a job as a line cook in a restaurant, so being pregnant worked for her, at least right now.
After a quick shower, I returned to my homework. I was plotting storm water runoff, an important subject when you live in a world of glaciers and bad storms, and this project was due the next day. I had most of the work done, now I was just checking my plan.
Eventually, Chris and Amy got up. Falling asleep in your lovers’ arms after an evening of lovemaking is romantic, but cleaning up a little is one of those practical things we’d had drilled into us in high school.
“Whatcha doing?” Amy asked. She was wearing a robe, and she leaned over my shoulder. I could feel her soft breast pressing against me, and that distracted me for a few moments.
“Classwork.” I opened her robe and pressed a kiss against her tummy. “How are you doing?”
“I hope this did it. My temperature was up two degrees this morning, and it’s been two weeks since the end of my period. Tonight should be the night, but...”
“I know, we thought so each of the last three months.”
She brushed her brown hair away from her face and sat on my lap. “I’m afraid you’ll have to be the one who gets pregnant first.”
“Maybe.” I sighed. “Yeah, it’s a possibility.”
“You don’t sound too happy at the idea.”
“I want a baby just as much as you, but the idea was for me to get my certification and a good-paying job first.”
“Yeah, I can cook anywhere, and Chris will always find carpentry work to do.” She lay her head on my shoulder. “Why does it have to be so hard? None of the other girls I know have trouble making a baby.”
I kissed her, and we sat there for a bit, holding each other. She didn’t want to express what we were both worried about: it might be because of our father, our possibly biological one.
We were related, even before we got married. According to the birth records, we each had the same legal father, and there were indications he might be our biological father. Normally, those results are rock solid, but for whatever reason, he refused to take the test, as was his right. We knew Amy and I were related—the tests did say that. Chris wasn’t.
We’d each had a different mother. At the time, they’d lived in a town south of Center named Watson. One man, three pregnant women that he wasn’t married to, that was a scandal. There’d been a bitter custody battle of some kind, and he’d run off to Three Valleys with us, and that’s where we grew up. We lived in a house at the far end of one of the valleys, up near a glacier that provided the water for the rivers and the silt that the farms of the valley needed.
Father worked clearing log jams from the river. That’s where he’d finally been injured enough to have to do something else, an occupational hazard in that line of work. The company had capitalized on his experience, and he spent his days supervising and training the work crews.
We only saw bits and pieces of this because we were in school, though Amy found a job in the only diner in our flyspeck of a town. There, she practically forced herself onto the grill. She wanted to be a chef, and this, she’d decided, was the fastest way to her goal. Eventually, she’d find a way to get training in Center, but until then, she’d master the basics.
About then, our mothers found us. They wanted Dad pilloried, and they wanted us back. They didn’t get Dad—the authorities refused extradition—but the three of us had to spend a few miserable weeks in Watson (which is in Sherlock County—go figure). I don’t know why we weren’t happy living with our mothers, but the moment we hit legal age—16—we moved back to Three Valleys. One of them wanted to come after us again, but this time the authorities stepped in. We’d gone to school there, our friends were there, we were legally adults, and as long as we weren’t coerced, we could live where we wanted.
Ordinarily, a girl needs a mother around to teach her those things she needs to know. The schools in Three Valleys do a lot of that, at least when it came to sex and relationships. And as for the rest, one of the women in the (very) small town where we lived helped out. She was there when we realized that we’d kind of sort of fallen in love, and she made us think long and hard about our relationship.
Three people getting married to each other is not exactly unheard of in Three Valleys, just rare. Nobody really bats an eye at things like that, or if they do, they keep it to themselves. As long as everyone is happy, and nobody is forced into doing something they don’t want, people don’t have a problem. So three kids, two girls and a boy, getting married produced no real comment, just a few more wedding gifts than normal. We pointedly didn’t tell our mothers. I’m not sure what they would have done, but I’m sure it was something we didn’t want.
We were married on a sunny day by the side of the lake. We both wore white, and a girlfriend braided flowers in my hair. When I saw Amy, my heart almost stopped. She was so beautiful, a princess gowned in white. Chris was very much the man, and he even smelled slightly of cedar. The three of us stood in front of the minister to say our vows, all three of us together, and then Amy and I repeating those same vows to each other. And then it was time to kiss, the first time I’d kissed Amy in public.
By then, we’d finished high school. I graduated second in my class, mostly because I’d been dragged to Watson, and it was just enough to knock me out of the top spot. But that placing was good enough for me to get one of the School District’s three scholarships to the University in Center (which was what I was after). We talked it over, and Amy wrote to a dozen restaurants. She finally found one that would take her on, pending a trial of her cooking skills. Center, being a growing city, had jobs for skilled carpenters, and Chris got hired on as an apprentice right away. We packed our things, said good-bye to Dad, and rode the train to Terminus. There we stepped through the portal and emerged in Center on a blustery day, ready and eager to take on the world, or at least this part of it.
We knew better than to appear in public as a married threesome, at least outside of Three Valleys. We had the same last name, and so to the people of Center, we were “brother, sister, and wife”, though to us, we were husband, wife, and wife (Amy was my wife, just as I was hers); we just never quite told anyone who was the “sister” and who was the “wife”. We moved into the apartment complex on the north side of town where people from Three Valleys lived. This let us maintain the lifestyle we had grown up into, and more important than the partying, it let us live together as a married trio, and not have to endure anything from outraged neighbors.
We had to learn how to appear “normal”, and that meant learning to watch what we said when we were out in public. That happened anyway to people from Three Valleys. Rumors about life there are always circulating, and most of them are true. Yes, there’s a lot of casual sex. Yes, there’s a lot of nudity, though in Three Valleys it’s confined to the public pools, people’s backyards, and certain classes when you’re in school. After a while, you don’t notice it.
The woman who taught the class the complex ran to help us fit in. She counseled those of us in unusual situations, and the three of us certainly qualified. People in my college classes knew I was married, just as a proper young woman should be. I had the ring, I referred to my husband, and everything. One or two of the girls in school saw the setting on my ring, three different colored diamonds in settings of rose, yellow, and white gold. They thought it was pretty, never understanding that it meant three hearts that were entwined. I certainly wasn’t going to tell them.
Chris soon passed out of the apprentice program and began working on his Journeyman’s Certificate. Amy went from being a general flunky in the kitchen who fetched, carried, and sliced things in prep work to being a line cook, and then, after a year, she was made responsible for soups. As her underchef put it, if you could make a good bowl of soup, the rest would be easy. Me? I dove into my classes, learning to draw to a much higher standard than before, and getting into the engineering frame of mind. I kept my grades up, ranking in the top 10% of the class when I graduated.
So, after four years of married life, we found ourselves on a winter’s night trying to make a baby. I’d graduated the year before, and now I was working on my Professional Certificate. It was especially important that I have it; guys can get on as an Engineering Assistant right out of school. A woman needs to prove herself. It isn’t fair, but life isn’t fair. And guys who go into any of the professions dominated by women, such as medicine, have to do the same thing, so I guess it all works out.
The wind howled around the corner of the building, and snow layered the ground. I finished checking my numbers, Amy made us a late-night snack, and we settled in bed, this time for sleep; Chris in the middle, and one of us on each side. At least for tonight. There were evenings when Amy and I wanted to cuddle, and Chris would have to be on the outside.
Am I jealous that I have to share Chris with Amy? Not really. Am I jealous that I have to share Amy with Chris? Again, not really. There are times I want one of them all to myself, and there are times they return the favor. Sometimes it’s just us girls, and Chris is shut out. And other times it’s the two of them, or the two of us, but so often it’s the three of us. And somehow that feels special. People at the college wouldn’t understand. People in the apartment complex sort of understand, but they’re a lot more accepting because they’ve seen arrangements that have been even more complex than ours.
In the morning, I showered and got off to campus for the second of my three practical exams. Amy slept in; she had to work that night, and she promised to take care of our ‘household’ matters: paying a few bills and doing some shopping. Chris bundled up for the cold and headed to the latest work site, a bunch of new houses in the hills east of town. He was building custom cabinetry for them and wanted to get an early start.
I turned in my work and got to stand in the control booth when the professor tested my ideas. The school had a mock-up of the river that winds through Center, and that includes dikes, sluices, run-offs, and so on. They could model any flood condition, and this morning my plan for dealing with storm runoff would be tested on it.
Professor Jacobs opened the gates, water flowed in, and flooded the plain west of town. My flood plan kicked in, and over the next few minutes the water was contained and drained away. I felt this smile of satisfaction when that occurred. The water had done just what I’d wanted.
“Very good,” Professor Jacobs said. “It was slower than I’d have liked, but I think, given the constraints, that your solution was within acceptable norms.” He gave me a smile, something I’d learned to dread. “Now let’s make some assumptions and stress test your solution.”