Chapter 13

After the movie,
Thanksgiving Day, 2020

“So, you’re pregnant to me, are you, ladies? My fiery fiancee, my sexy sister, and my fiancee’s sultry sister-in-law, all knocked up by me, no less! Clearly, I don’t miss when I’m really trying, though it could be Mark or Lyle, at least in theory,” I observed, getting snickers from Bella, Megan, Mary, my twins, Sally, Kelly, Anna, Bianca, and the dudes.

“Yeah, man, if I was gonna make those tadpoles swim, buddy, they’d have done so by now, wouldn’t they?” Lyle chuckled with bittersweet humor.

“As for me, well, still possible, but I haven’t had the best of luck that way, either. As for Martin, well, he’s kinda moot. Being a big homo and all that jazz,” Mark teased his boyfriend as they slapped each other’s tush.

“Face it, babe, the common denominator is your seed, dear! And I’m so fucking here for it!” Bella moved my hand to her tush as she reassured me that the buns in the various family ovens were all put there by me.

“Seriously! I can’t wait until he breeds us all, sooner or later! Well, maybe not the fellas, of course, even if Martin is a bit on the girly side!” Sally winked at her openly gay brother as she lightly kissed his mouth.

It was no lover’s kiss, of course, not that I would have minded. I just knew what we all accepted about Martin, as much as we needled him for it. It was just a fact of life. Martin McDougal was as queer as a three-dollar bill and that was just that. We were actually quite fine with that fact, as much as we picked on him for it.

“Hey, you love that I’m a big fucking girl and you know it! It makes one more bitch for the slumberfests and other frivolities! I’m the resident queen bee and you know it!” Martin gave as good as he got, of course.

“Damn straight, bro! You’re so much fun! I love that we have a gay Bubba with us, trust me on that, as much as we tease you about it! It’s all done with love for the flaming lavender bitch that you are, sugar!” Bella added with a wink, even as she twerked with Martin, anyway.

“Bottom bitch and don’t you forget it!” Martin reminded us, as if we had any doubt of that fact.

“As if I could! When that booty of yours gets hungry for dick, you can’t shut up about it, hon!” Mark told him with a full-on, open-mouthed kiss that was anything but chaste.

“Yeah, he’s a real butt-slut, ain’t he?” I laughed as we made it through the hallway to the dining room/kitchen area.

At this point, Bella was clothed, but only for the benefit of the youngsters, who emerged from their room by now. Eric and Sansa, I meant, of course. Neither Carrie nor Charlotte were among the innocent set anymore, after all. Eric wouldn’t be after next year, but for now, he was still mostly classified with the kids. It didn’t stop him from craving the twins ... or them desiring him right back. He just wasn’t ready to be initiated yet.

Granted, Bella’s idea of clothing, like that of Megan, Mary, Sally, Kelly, Anna, Bianca, Lyle, Mark, Martin, and the twins, and me, to be frank (and hey, that was my name!) left precious little to the imagination. Then again, whenever not working or going out for formal occasions, my harem and I tended to wear as little as possible. The range veered between naked and scantily clad and tended to stay there.

In this case, Bella wore one of my favorite sweatshirts, a pair of terry cloth boxers, and literally nothing else. She had a tendency to go barefoot at times, anyway, but this was just how she liked to live. She often joked about being “barefoot and pregnant” for me, and it seemed as if she was in earnest, at least for the moment. She also had a penchant for putting my hand wherever on her body she wanted to be touched. Evidently, right now, that was her butt.

“You know, one of these days, when we have more privacy, I’m gonna want you to shove it deep in my ass over the kitchen counter. That image seriously turns me on, babe! I really dig the idea of getting plowed, rough and dirty, right there in the kitchen, and then making you a sandwich or something else to serve you! With your cum leaking down my butt-crack while I make you something, grab you a beer from the fridge, that kind of thing,” Bella whispered huskily in my ear.

“So, classic housewife or live-in girlfriend stuff, then?” I teased her now.

“Damn straight, Frank! Damn straight! Some folks might see me as a sell-out to the ‘sisterhood,’ but they don’t look like no sisters of mine! Mine look gorgeous, like Sally over there! Or Kelly, who might be my cousin, but is basically a sister to me ... or Mary and Megan, my sisters-in-law!” Bella winked at me as she slid my hand under her boxers so I could cup her plush booty.

“I can’t wait for today’s holiday meal, no doubt of that! But what are you going to do tomorrow, since Black Friday will be kinda lame compared to most years?” I asked Bella as well as the other ladies.

“Sleep in and play with my favorite joystick, of course!” Bella encouraged my wildest, most wanton fantasies.