Author: Pescador del Valle
Title: Boy Meets Girl Meets Girl
Part: Chapter 25 of 25
Universe: PdV's Boy Meets Girl Meets Girl
Summary: A romantic view of the unusual erotic encounters
         of three older teenagers
Keywords: MFF, oral, preg, lac, rom
Language: English
Copyright: 2003

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Cilla, Sonia and I had been involved in an unlikely and 
highly erotic three-way relationship which appeared to be 
lasting the test of time.

This chapter deals in some detail with one of the 
possible consequences of an active loving sexual 
relationship.

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As it turned out, Sonia was the first to break the news 
that finally reconciled Cilla with her parents.

We had pulled up on the street between the two houses 
owned by Sonia's mother and Cilla's parents and Sonia 
went to visit her mother while I accompanied Cilla to see 
her family.

Though all but the youngest of Cilla's family knew that 
she was lover's with both Sonia and myself, the fact 
wasn't accepted by her parents and Sonia was persona non 
grata in their home.

Sonia stoically accepted the situation though she wished 
it were otherwise, if only for Cilla's sake.  She knew 
how hard it would be to be estranged from her own family.

Sonia announced herself from the hallway having let 
herself in the front door.  It had been over four years 
since she had moved out but she was welcome at any time 
and called out in the hopes that one day she would 
actually walk in on her mother with some man while still 
giving adequate warning for her to take cover.

She went into the kitchen and put the kettle on.  Her 
father had been dead for some years now and she was not 
aware of her mother making any attempt to find a 
replacement.  This saddened her a little as she had found 
her own experiences so rewarding she wished her mother 
had someone of her own.

Her mother came in from watering and accepted a cup of 
coffee.

"I've got good news for you Mum.  You're going to be a 
grandmother."

Diane looked at her daughter in pleased surprise.  
"You're pregnant?"

Sonia laughed.  Her mother had been supportive in her 
most unusual relationship from the first and Sonia 
expected her to see the impending child as having three 
parents and thus three sets of grandparents regardless of 
the actual birth mother.

"Not this time.  Cilla's due in September - around my 
birthday in fact."

Diane was happy her daughter was comfortable with an 
event that could only bring Cilla and I closer.  A couple 
of years ago she would have worried that this might have 
threatened her daughter's place in our threesome but now 
she felt this wouldn't be a problem.

"That's wonderful dear.  Do Cilla's parents know?"

Diane was friends with Cilla's mother Ruby and Ruby's 
unwillingness to discuss Cilla and Sonia had only put a 
little strain on their talks together.

"Cilla and Glyn are over there now.  I don't know what 
their reception will be but there haven't been any 
fireworks yet."

"Well what about you then.  Any plans for one of your 
own?"

"We've been discussing it for a while.  Now that I've 
graduated and Glyn and I are both getting paid as 
management (okay junior management on a generous 'family' 
basis) we don't have any money worries with Cilla taking 
time off.  She's looking forward to it and can take 
what's left of her annual leave with unpaid maternity 
leave but she's thinking of leaving her job and coming to 
work with us.

There are a few positions that would be doing basically 
the same work with a different range of products so she 
should be able to fit in.  There's likely to be a 
position opening up in about a year with someone 
retiring; Glyn's father is sufficiently nepotistic to 
short-list family provided they prove capable.

I want to see how we go but I'm thinking I might get 
pregnant around October.  There's really no hurry but it 
would be nice to have the two children close in age."

Diane listened to her daughter but her thoughts were 
really on how she would have a grandchild in September.  
Having another the following July would only sweeten the 
pot.

"We figure it would be possible for all of us to work 
part time and still bring in the equivalent of more than 
two normal salaries; we still have to run that past 
Glyn's father but I think Vince will agree.  While he's 
still running the business he can afford to lose Glyn for 
a day or two a week and I can spread four days over six.  
We'll just have to see if he will accept that for a 
couple of years."

"You know you can count on me.  I've been planning on 
dropping my hours with the practice; only keeping a 
couple of my older clients and letting the juniors have 
more responsibility.  I can always baby-sit if you need 
to have a day a week covered on either a regular basis or 
more in an emergency."

"Thanks Mum."

-----

Cilla and I were sitting at the table across from Ron and 
Ruby, Cilla's parents.  Jean was there and with her 
younger brother John's assistance had handed out tea and 
coffee while they waited to hear what we had come to say.

Jean herself was engaged to marry Trevor in about three 
months and would have found out about Cilla's suspected 
condition before her parents if she hadn't been away for 
the past two weeks.  John at 19 was considered old enough 
to listen to the conversation but the twins (not quite 
16) and the younger two had been "encouraged" to 
disappear.

Cilla began.  "We've come around to let you know we are 
going to have a baby."

Not "Glyn and I" but "we".  Even subconsciously Sonia was 
included.

I took her hand in mine.  "I know you disagree with us 
about the importance of being married but by now you 
should know that your daughter and I love each other very 
much and have every intention of spending the rest of our 
lives together.  Not being married won't stop that and 
being married can't ensure it so I hope you will be happy 
for us and for your grandchild."

I HAD to leave Sonia out of consideration for now.  One 
painfully slow step at a time.

Jean came around to give Cilla and I congratulatory hugs 
and kisses.  I must admit, if I wasn't enamoured of Cilla 
and Sonia I would certainly welcome more kisses from 
Cilla's little sister.  John also congratulated us though 
I didn't get a kiss from him.

Ron wasn't really concerned about the marriage issue.  He 
would have preferred a ceremony and the piece of paper 
but was also thankful for one less wedding to pay for.  
Jean's forthcoming nuptials were going to put a dent in 
his savings event though the cost was being shared with 
Trevor's parents and he still had another five after 
that.

It was Ruby who disapproved though conversely she could 
accept Sonia's presence in our household.  It was partly 
that she did value Diane's friendship so found it hard to 
think badly of her daughter and partly an unwillingness 
to acknowledge even to herself that Sonia was her 
daughter's lover rather than mine.

Ron was the sticking point about Sonia.  He couldn't 
stomach the idea of his daughter being a lesbian.

It was strange therefore that the existence of a growing 
form in their daughter's body brought about a change in 
both of them.

For Ruby it was the promise of her first grandchild.  
That became more important to her than the problem of her 
daughter "living in sin".  She had tears in her eyes as 
she hugged her daughter, and then me, for the first time 
since Cilla had moved out.  Cilla had tears of her own 
and I confess to my own being more than damp.

Ron took my hand in his and shook it as he hugged me 
before finally giving his daughter his blessing.  In his 
mind since she was pregnant she couldn't be a lesbian.

Into this euphoric situation Cilla dropped her bombshell.

"I'm glad you are happy because I know I will need you 
when the time comes, but I really need your support now 
on one more thing."  Her parents seemed happy that their 
daughter would still turn to them for support after their 
"difficulties".

"I'm happy you accept the baby and Glyn but I also need 
you to accept Sonia."  I took her hand again; she had my 
support but I couldn't tell her parents how much Sonia 
really meant to their daughter as well as her own words 
would.

"Sonia loves us as much as we love her and she is going 
to be my baby's parent as well.  I can't have the 
situation where you accept one of it's parents and not 
the other."

Ron and Ruby both considered the statement.  If they 
didn't or couldn't accept Sonia ...?  Did that mean Cilla 
wouldn't let them be grandparents?

Ruby's maternal instincts (one step removed) wouldn't let 
that happen.  She could still deny Sonia's role in her 
daughter's life to herself.  Of course Sonia loved her 
daughter, who wouldn't.  Ruby wasn't going to lose her 
grandchild.

Ron had to think a little longer and it was more his 
wife's acceptance of the condition than any conscious 
decision of his own to change his mind that led to his 
agreement.  One thing about him though, having given his 
word to accept her he would stick by that.

With the revision to Sonia's status Cilla embraced her 
parents and excused herself.

I remained with her family while she ran across the road 
to tell Sonia.  Ruby in the meantime called her younger 
children in and passed on the news that they were going 
to be uncles and an aunt.  Andrea at 10 was excited at no 
longer being the "baby" of the family and was 
disappointed that she had to wait over six months.

-----

Cilla knocked on the door and embraced Sonia when she 
answered it.  "They were marvellous.  At least they are 
happy about the baby and finally agreed to accept that 
you are part of my family."  She kissed Sonia and hugged 
the slim body tightly.

Diane came out.  "Sonia gave me the news.  
Congratulations dear."  Sonia was released so Diane could 
give her "other" daughter a big hug too.

"Come on Sonia.  You've got to come back with me."

Sonia was a bit uncertain.  It had been over four years 
since she had been into Cilla's parents house.  Her last 
visit hadn't been particularly pleasant.  She looked at 
her mother.  "Would you come too?  Please."

Diane looked at her daughter and then at Cilla.  Cilla 
nodded.  "Okay."  She grabbed a jacket and they locked 
the door behind them.

-----

Cilla let them in and was promptly surrounded by her 
younger siblings.  Sonia and Diane came into the kitchen 
behind the throng.

"Hello Ruby, Ron.  Isn't it wonderful news?"  Diane 
crossed to Ruby and gave her friend a hug.  Ruby seemed 
calmer and with Diane's acceptance finally did accept her 
daughter's other partner.

"Hello, Sonia.  Have a seat."

John got up to let Sonia have his chair next to me and 
got another for Diane.  I held Sonia's hand under the 
table.  No need to get too provocative.  Cilla finished 
getting congratulated and resumed her seat, a little 
flushed and beaming that the reaction had been positive 
overall.  I took her hand too.

The youngest four knew that we three shared the unit 
together but, since the topic was not discussed and only 
Jean and John had visited since Sonia had moved in, they 
were not aware of Sonia's actual status.  Now was NOT the 
time to inform them.  Cilla's parents had seen the empty 
unit but had not returned themselves so were not even 
aware of our luxurious wide bed.

I wondered if that would change now and how they would 
acknowledge questions about the existence of only one bed 
for the three of us if their children started asking.  
Their delayed second visit would certainly be an 
interesting one.

-----

We took Sonia's mother with us to my parents.  Not as any 
form of support but because she was coming back to our 
unit after to help us with a few financial matters.  
Sonia had her accounting degree but that wasn't the same 
as having years of experience dealing with a range of 
investment and semi-legal issues.

While Diane wasn't a lawyer she had had to cover a number 
of "cases" where she had worked side-by-side with them to 
ensure the best result.  If necessary she would bring in 
someone suitable to help.

For now we wanted to cover our unusual situation in the 
event of death or break up.  While it was just the three 
of us the situation would have been emotionally 
devastating but we were not financially reliant on one 
another.  With a baby entering the scene we needed to 
make provision for the support of parents and children 
considering the law may not adequately cover our unusual 
situation.

First though I had to let my parents know.

They were delighted though they had to look back and 
forth between Sonia and Cilla trying to guess who was 
pregnant.  The presence of Diane was a bit of a red 
herring and their private guesses were incorrect.

Their situation had been a little easier than Diane's and 
they too had accepted both girls as de facto daughters-
in-law, with some surprise but also whole-heartedly.

This wasn't to be their first grandchild, my elder 
brother and sister Bruce and Charlene had one and two 
respectively.  Rick and Renate had just gotten married 
(finally!) and were not yet talking about children.  Not 
having the advantage of three incomes they were still 
wisely building up their nest egg before trying to fill 
the nest.

Still it was a cause for celebration and we shared a 
couple of bottles of champagne, Cilla restricting her 
alcohol intake while the rest of us made somewhat merry.

-----

When the formal invitation to Jean's wedding came it was 
addressed to the three of us.  We felt that this finally 
was tangible proof of Cilla's parents capitulation for, 
though we were sure Jean would have been the one 
preparing them, we knew Ron and Ruby would have checked 
them over before they went out.

Our only previous invitation from "those in the know" was 
to Rick and Renate's wedding.  It had come as three 
single invitations which we considered better than one to 
a couple and another to the third person.

We had accepted the necessity in that case as Renate's 
parents were not in the growing band of people who were 
aware of our status.  You know what the say about a 
secret shared.

On the day of the wedding Cilla was glowing, with a 
prominent 5 month bulge.  I, of course, had to be 
presented as the obvious father to a number of her 
relatives that I had rarely or not yet met.

I'm not sure how they saw Sonia since Cilla was 
determined not to release her hand; on a couple of 
occasions I overheard her being described by Cilla's 
parents as "Jean's school friend" and "their neighbour".

Cilla's brother John, and later Jean as well, took a 
perverse delight in informing one or two more accepting 
relatives that we were living together and were all 
lovers.  Let that filter through the family!

I didn't think Ron and Ruby would be prepared for the 
inevitable queries that would be coming in over the next 
few days.  That sort of gossip would spread quickly and 
would need reliable confirmation, so who else would they 
turn to?

-----

It was fortunate the bed was so large.

As the months passed and Cilla grew we found she tended 
to toss about a bit and ended up needing about half the 
bed to herself.  Not that she didn't cuddle with us or 
didn't want sex but afterwards she couldn't lie in the 
one spot for as long and seemed to be turning back and 
forth through the night in an attempt to get comfortable.

I ended up in the middle a lot of the time so Cilla could 
use my chest for a pillow.  Since Sonia's chest wasn't 
that much more padded than mine I couldn't see why she 
couldn't be the pillow more often but I didn't complain.

Why should I?  Sonia cuddled from the other side and more 
often than not I found my nipples being sucked and licked 
from both sides while two hands played with and sometimes 
fought over my cock.

Sometimes we would start out with Cilla in the middle.  
We could suck her growing tits, tender from time to time, 
and smooth our hands over the bulge containing our much 
desired offspring.  We slid our questing fingers through 
her luxurious fur to find and caress her wet pussy, 
taking turns to kneel between her thighs, covered by the 
blankets, as we ate her.

On most occasions I would slip into her and tenderly make 
love while she lay her head in Sonia's lap as Sonia 
caressed her breasts.

Often she would turn to lay her head on my chest after 
these sessions and Sonia would spoon in behind her, her 
hands on the bulging new life.  Then we would all turn 
and Cilla would spoon into Sonia's back with my limp cock 
lying beside her pussy as I cuddled into her back.

It was a night like this when Sonia and I felt the first 
stirrings before Cilla.  Cilla had dropped off and Sonia 
and I were feeling dozy as we lay together.  I could just 
feel Sonia's finger tips in my back as she rested her 
palms on Cilla's abdomen.  She felt the kick that landed 
in my back and sat up.  "Did you feel that?"

"Yes" I replied.  I disengaged Cilla's arm and turned 
around to place my own hands next to Sonia's.  We waited 
and had almost given up when there was another push.  It 
wasn't a strong kick this time, more the sliding of a 
foot from one side to the other.  But we both felt it.

"Cilla.  Cilla love.  Did you feel the baby moving?"

It took us a while but she eventually opened her eyes 
sleepily.  "No.  What happened?"

We told her and she rolled over onto her back.  That did 
it.  The baby reacted, apparently with surprise at being 
shifted, and this time Cilla alone felt it.  We lay there 
for a while, our hands on Cilla's belly, hers over ours, 
waiting for more signs of the miracle of life but the 
little tyke had apparently gone back to sleep and so, 
eventually, did we.

-----

Cilla enjoyed soaking in the tub; it eased her legs and 
she liked the luxurious feel of a mat of fragrant frothy 
bubbles.  Sonia and I had to make do with the shower; 
what a hardship.  Cilla liked to watch us which was 
convenient as we didn't mind an audience.

Sonia was small enough that I could hold her while she 
wrapped her legs around my waist.  I cupped her ass and 
bounced her slowly up and down on my prick.  It tended to 
waste a fair bit of water as the warm stream poured over 
us, and the splashing into our faces was at times 
annoying, but it was a glorious was to screw.

Sonia was able to kiss me as her arms encircled my neck.  
Se was also able to lean back to force herself further 
onto me.

Sonia's weight would cause my prick to rub firmly inside 
her as the angle changed and she was able to slide along 
its hard length.  It never seemed to take us long to come 
and when we did we both felt the overwhelming surge of 
pleasure that started in our groins and spread throughout 
our whole bodies.

Sometimes we would share the bath with Cilla.  There 
wasn't room for more than one but the ledge at one end 
was wide enough for me to sit on, my feet next to Cilla's 
legs.  Sonia would sit on my lap and lean forward, 
holding her knees as she slowly raised and lowered 
herself on my prick.

Cilla would watch us, stroking our legs and occasionally 
stroking her pussy so she came with us.  She had a 
perfect view of Sonia's pussy with my prick skewered 
inside her tight hole.  Once or twice she knelt in front 
of us, her belly between our knees as she kissed Sonia 
and played with her tits and pussy, tickling my balls as 
well.

I think that was one of the best memories of Cilla's 
pregnancy with the four of us present while we made love 
as Sonia and I felt our legs being bumped by our 
impatient offspring.  It certainly had us laughing and 
Cilla sat back rubbing her soapy hands over the taut skin 
while she watched Sonia's face change from laughter to an 
ecstatic grimace as the orgasm hit.

Cilla knelt again (so much for a restful soak) and washed 
our privates when I slipped out of Sonia's vagina.  I 
found her hand lovingly fondling my limp prick and sack, 
my balls being gently bounced from one finger to the next 
in a one-handed version of a Mexican wave.

She slid a finger inside Sonia, drawing out the residue 
of our lovemaking and washing her pussy with handfuls of 
water.

We knelt be the side of the bath and shared the "onerous" 
task of washing the soon-to-be mother's back and, though 
help wasn't needed, front.  As the water drained away 
Cilla got some finger-fucking from whoever was lucky 
enough to get the front.  We normally had Cilla coming 
for us before the bath got too cold and on those 
occasions when we didn't, we made up for it in the 
bedroom.

We would help Cilla out and used our softest (and 
largest) towels to gently dry her then we dusted her with 
talc before leading her back to our bed.  The baby had 
been conceived there with all three of us participating 
in the love making and we joined Cilla there for some 
more loving, a little more subdued now.

-----

I was puzzled at first.  If we were in a waterbed I would 
have suspected a leak.

I would have been half right.

Who would have expected a lactating woman would end up 
making the sheet too damp to sleep on.

She sleepily apologised as I got a fresh sheet.  
Fortunately the mattress wasn't affected too much and I 
laid a tea-towel over it before spreading the sheet.

Sonia comforted Cilla while I smoothed it down and 
restored the covers.  It wasn't her fault but she felt 
things more just then and I joined them to add my 
reassurances as well.

We stood there by the bed for a little while, just having 
a three way hug, when Sonia noticed the droplets forming 
on Cilla's nipples.  "Look", she said and pointed.

The droplets on Sonia's side coalesced into a larger drop 
which ran down the curve of Cilla's swollen breast.  
Sonia bent her head and stopped it with her tongue.  
"That's sweet" she said and ran her tongue over the 
seepage on the nipple.

Cilla gave a little shudder and put her hand behind 
Sonia's head.  She turned to me.  "Wouldn't you like some 
too?"

"Why don't we get back into bed.  We don't need to get 
cold."

Cilla was between us as we tentatively approached her.  I 
don't know about Sonia but my mouth was watering with 
anticipation.  I was curious and eager to satisfy that 
curiosity.

I was careful as I took a distended tit in my mouth; I 
didn't want to hurt Cilla.  I noticed the area behind the 
leaking nipple was lumpy and my lip-covered teeth gently 
massaged them while I sucked.

I was rewarded with a mouthful of warm sweet milk.  It 
was nothing like that which came out of a carton!  Sonia 
was right.  "Bottle this and make a fortune", I thought.

I looked across; Sonia was equally engrossed.

Cilla had her hands on our heads; she wasn't letting us 
go anywhere so I had to assume that she found our 
suckling pleasurable.

I settled down, laying across the bed with my feet over 
the edge.  My head rested against Cilla's belly and she 
put her arm around me, holding me tight to her enormous 
mammary (boy had they grown over the past couple of 
months!); I suckled for what seemed ages.

"What's it like?" Cilla asked.

"Mine's chocolate.  How bout you Sonia?"

She released "her" tit.  "Strawberry.  Want to swap?"

"Seriously guys!"

"Your milk is delicious.  It is unbelievably sweet."

I had a thought.  I returned to my teat and filled my 
mouth.  Without swallowing I kissed Cilla, transferring 
the sample to her mouth.

It may sound gross but when you consider all the saliva 
you swap when you kiss, well.  And some people wouldn't 
think twice about sharing gum.  Or think about sucking on 
someone's privates.  A little saliva mixed in is nothing.

It certainly didn't worry us and Cilla appreciated 
finding out just how good her milk factory was.

I had to catch up with Sonia.  I'm not sure if this 
should be considered as a midnight snack or breakfast in 
bed.  Cilla lay there enjoying the sensations - perhaps 
we should help out every night.

-----

Sonia and Cilla shared their Gynaecologist and she had 
been accepting of our union, though surprised at first.

She had a number of single women and lesbian couples who 
had organised their own artificial inseminations or who 
had shared a bed with a very good male friend on a once-
only basis for a more natural method.

We merely took things an extra step and her concern was 
solely with Cilla and our baby.

It was two days before Sonia's birthday when Cilla first 
got us moving in a hurry.  We were close enough to the 
maternity hospital that we could drive carefully and it 
was a relief to be able to concentrate on the driving 
while Sonia held Cilla's hand and reminded her of the 
breathing exercises we had both sat through.

That too had been a bit of a laugh.  With husbands and 
expectant wives spread around the room, and an occasional 
friend or relative subbing for a missing husband, we were 
an oddity with two helpers.  Sonia and I took turns being 
"Dad", encouraging and supporting "Mum" as she coped with 
the imaginary contractions.

One woman did ask Cilla about us and got a truthful 
answer which left her flabbergasted.  The next week (the 
last) we found ourselves being surreptitiously peered at 
by the whole room.  It appears the instructor was the 
only one who hadn't heard.

Still the practice did come in handy even if it was a 
false alarm.

Sonia and I had taken annual leave prior to the impending 
birth so we were both at home.  This helped Cilla in that 
someone was always home with her though we tried not to 
smother her.  We came back from the hospital after Cilla 
had been checked out and received the news, "Not yet".

It was a long day.  Sonia and I took turns in giving 
Cilla backrubs and we sat on the floor massaging her 
raised legs.  All three sets of impending grandparents 
visited during the day and I think it was the sight of 
Sonia caring for their daughter that finally convinced 
Ron and Ruby that this was not an aberration but a real 
and lasting love.

At least they bent to kiss her goodbye as well as their 
daughter and finally me.  When I came back from seeing 
them off I found Sonia and Cilla in each other's arms 
bawling happily.

That night we lay together with both women once again 
resting against me.  We had not planned more than a 
restful cuddle but Cilla began stroking on my hardening 
prick as she looked over at Sonia across my chest.

"Make love to him", she told Sonia.  "I want to watch you 
one more time before I have to go into hospital."

Cilla probably could have made love, carefully, but 
didn't want anything to happen now she was this close to 
having the baby.  She could experience it through us 
though and moved back a little so Sonia could lie along 
my body.

I liked it when she did that.  It was good when Cilla did 
but I couldn't support her weight for as long and it 
certainly hadn't been a suitable position for the last 
couple of months if not longer.

Sonia's tits had grown over the last couple of years and 
her form had filled out just a little.  She was no taller 
though and barely any heavier and supporting her weight 
was a joy, especially with my erection trapped between 
her thighs.

As her breasts were squashed on my chest we kissed.  
Softly at first then with more passion, our tongues 
entwined.  We broke apart and both turned to the woman 
lying next to us; the woman who was going to bear our 
child.  Cilla leaned over and kissed me, our tongues 
playful.

"I love you darling", my hand found hers.

"I love you too dear."  She turned to Sonia.  "And you 
too my sweet, sweet, Sonia."  They kissed, Sonia's cheek 
resting against my lips.  I kissed her while she and 
Cilla celebrated their love with their joined mouths.

Sonia turned back and found my mouth with hers.  "Love me 
Glyn.  Start practicing to put a baby in my belly too."

We knew she had half decided to follow Cilla's lead and 
were comfortable with what that involved; This was not 
the first time she had made a clear statement that she 
wanted to go ahead with it.  I wondered whether Cilla's 
forthcoming experience would change that.

I got a condom from out of a bedside drawer and Cilla put 
it on me as Sonia wriggled up my body.

She had come off the pill after discussing it with her 
doctor to let her body resume it's own hormonal control 
in anticipation of trying in earnest.  We had been using 
condoms (which still came in handy even with one "wife" 
pregnant and the other on the pill) whenever the calendar 
seemed risky, accepting the risk at other times as the 
small chance of an accidental pregnancy would only bring 
the event forward by around a month from when it was 
planned.

When it was in place Cilla tickled Sonia's pussy and she 
sat up and reached between her legs to position me at the 
entrance to her vagina.  With a little wriggle I felt her 
engulf me.

She started rocking and I put my arm around Cilla to draw 
her into my side.

"Oh Cilla it feels so good.  She's tight and warm and 
slippery and it's so nice."  Cilla wasn't participating 
but we could include her.  I ran my hand up and down her 
spine.

"Mmmm, yes", Sonia added.  "He's so hard inside me.  I 
can feel him move back and forth."  I reached up to rub 
her breast with my free hand and she leaned forward and 
put hers on my shoulders.

"More please just like that.  Cilla sweetheart, he's 
stretching my nipple and it's sort of tingly.  Now he's 
cupping my breast and his fingers are just running over 
the skin.  It's nice and his prick is SO good.  Hunngh"

Sonia ground herself onto my prick.  She swirled her hips 
in a circle that rubbed her sensitive clit across my 
pubic bone while at the same time giving the whole of the 
inside of her vagina a robust massage.

Cilla gripped Sonia's leg as Sonia called out, a little 
overdramatically, "Yes. I'm coming, Oh Yes!"

I had no reason to doubt her as the pounding she was 
giving me while making only short movements was 
unbelievable.  I certainly couldn't hold out.  "Here it 
comes love."  I moved my hand from her breast around 
behind her back as she leaned forward onto me.

Trying to keep me inside, she stretched her legs back one 
at a time to lay along me again - my prick was trapped 
inside at a not quite pleasant angle but not inconvenient 
enough to warrant getting her to move.

Cilla's face was next to hers and they kissed again while 
I hugged them.  I eventually plopped out of Sonia but we 
were too comfortable to bother moving.  We had to change 
the sheet in the morning and we were both a bit crusty 
(have you tried to get dried semen out of pubic hair?) 
but for now it didn't matter.

"I love both you ladies", was my last comment for the 
night.

-----

The next day was a little less eventful, at least at 
first.  We had a quiet morning (spent mainly washing and 
ironing - you get the bad with the good and with normally 
three of us things don't take too long) and Rick and 
Renate turned up just before lunch and joined us.

They left us mid-afternoon but hadn't been gone for more 
than fifteen minutes when Cilla decided to give us 
another scare.  The doctor had been suggesting the day 
after Sonia's birthday as the likely date NOT the day 
before, though she had pointed out that it was hard to 
get the babies to read the calendar.

Still we were now experienced expectant "Dads" and knew 
we didn't have to rush off immediately.

Cilla walked around a bit to ease things between some 
very irregular contractions.  The hospital didn't really 
want to see us until they were in the order of half an 
hour apart considering how close we lived and Cilla's 
healthy state.

At present it wasn't possible to find a pattern as Cilla 
might feel a couple of quick ripples through her body in 
the space of as many minutes and then nothing for ages.  
I think they may have counted as part of the same 
contraction but didn't know enough to be sure.

Cilla may just have been being brave but she said that 
they weren't too bad.  "Too bad" - sounds like being 
damned with faint praise.  She said that they were sharp 
while the contraction was occurring but then things eased 
off and everything was all right.

She did appreciate having the both of us there though.  
We couldn't help stop the pain but she knew we loved her 
and were with her.  

None of us were interested in eating when dinner time 
came around.  We had been giving Cilla the occasional 
drink though she dreaded having a full bladder and now 
regretted having had lunch.

She was a bit embarrassed at having to be helped to the 
toilet but figured collapsing or falling would be worse.  
I must admit that we weren't all that much happier; it 
can be hard to see your loved one in such a position know 
there is nothing you can do but wait.

It was just getting dark when we helped her out to the 
car.  The times were getting steadily shorter though her 
waters hadn't broken yet.  That was just words to us 
then.  We knew the technical details but had no way to 
understand what the term really meant.

At least until we were checking in.  If Cilla thought 
being helped to the bathroom was embarrassing she soon 
realised that finding out what having her "waters break" 
meant while being assisted to the check-in counter, with 
quite a few people in the corridor, was on a whole new 
level of embarrassment.

A wheelchair was quickly provided and a "Danger wet 
floor" cone put in place until a cleaner could arrive.

I sent an apologising Cilla off with Sonia to the 
delivery ward while I completed the admission details; 
not a long job since most of the information had been 
provided a week or so earlier when we had confirmed a 
long standing booking.

I was escorted to the room where Cilla was being 
prepared.  She would be monitored here for a while before 
being transferred to one of the delivery suites.

Sonia was waiting on a bench outside the room and I put 
my arm around her while we waited for the nurses to give 
us permission to enter.

Sonia was finding it hard; she was worried for Cilla even 
though she knew there was no reason to suspect any 
complications.  I held her too me and caressed her 
temples as she leaned against my chest and tried to 
stifle a sob.

I gave her a handkerchief and she straightened herself 
out.  She didn't want Cilla to see her upset and she 
realised it was more that she associated hospitals with 
the death of her father.  The fact he was DOA as a result 
of a drunken driver didn't stop the association in her 
mind.  Perhaps a happier event would change that.

I was giving her a kiss when a nurse came out to tell us 
we could go in.  She stopped in her tracks; she had seen 
some inconsiderate fathers over the years but it was the 
first time she had seen one kissing another woman while 
the mother was about to give birth.

"Ahem.  You can come in now."  We looked around.  "Thank 
you", I said.

I turned back to Sonia and gave her another quick kiss.  
"Come on.  She'll be right and so will you."  I took the 
handkerchief and dried the last of the tears then put my 
arm around her to lead her past the still astonished 
nurse.

Cilla was happy to have us back again and we stood to one 
side of her bed, facing her as she lay on her side.

"Cilla will be staying here until she has to go in for 
her epidural", said a nurse.  "You can stay with her 
until then and then we will take you to the lounge until 
she's prepared."

They had found out it was our first and were very 
supportive.  They didn't find it strange that Sonia would 
be here for the birth; things had gone from only medical 
staff being present, to just the husband (no suggestion 
of unwed fathers getting a look in), to perhaps the 
mother's parents or her older children, to permitting a 
full Hollywood film crew making War and Peace in the 
delivery room; having an extra "friend" wasn't at all out 
of the ordinary though having the father snogging with 
her was - and the mother didn't seem to care he had his 
arm around her!

We were there for a little while before a very relaxed 
anaesthetist turned up to fit the epidural.  They 
wouldn't actually start pumping the drugs in until Cilla 
needed them but it was better to get the fittings in 
place while there was no panic.  He asked the same 
questions all over again, making sure no-one had stuffed 
up - it would be his responsibility and he couldn't rely 
on anyone but himself.

When he was satisfied Cilla was trundled away and we were 
dismissed for the present; led away to a lounge where we 
could make ourselves a coffee.  Father, and even family 
and friends, could share the glorious occasion of the 
birth but mere medical procedures were given some 
privacy.

I took a bit longer than we expected, in part I am sure 
by the anxiety we both felt.  I was the one getting tense 
now and Sonia sat on my lap to hold my cheek against her 
chest.  It was the same nurse; Mr Murphy wouldn't have 
had it any other way.

Her disapproval was tangible as she escorted us into the 
delivery suite via a change room.  Sonia and I could 
hardly keep from laughing.  It certainly eased our 
spirits.

Cilla looked up as we came in our theatre pant suits, 
paper slippers and paper shower caps.  The sight made her 
smile.  The room was set up more like a bedroom than an 
operating theatre with the necessary monitoring and 
resuscitation equipment made less obtrusive while still 
being readily available if required.

We were able to stand each side of her, holding a hand 
each and getting a welcoming kiss though we hadn't been 
apart all that long.  I think the positioning was to keep 
us out of the "area of interest" leaving it free for the 
medical staff that drifted in and out.  The welcoming 
kisses I KNOW were with a sense of relief Cilla wasn't 
"alone" any more.

It turned out "our" nurse was the one who was responsible 
for monitoring Cilla's condition until it was time to 
call in the big guns.  She kept one eye on Cilla, one on 
the monitor and one on each of us; it was a good thing 
she wore glasses.

Cilla gripped our hands when the spasms hit and we helped 
her to get through them and then supported her as she 
walked around with her lower body somewhat numbed by the 
anaesthetic she had finally requested.  She was feeling 
awkward and impatient.  It didn't help her to hear that 
first births often took longer and tended to be more 
unpredictable.

-----

We were still doing the same thing five hours later.  It 
had been almost six and a half hours since we had bundled 
Cilla into the car and a new day had started even if the 
dawn was still some way off.

When I realised I turned to Sonia and gave her a hug and 
a big kiss.  "Happy birthday darling."  That brought the 
nurses head up.

Cilla raised her head.  "Oh yes.  A very happy birthday 
sweetheart."  Boy did that turn the nurse's head.  Just 
in time to see Sonia kneel by Cilla's side for their own 
hug and kiss.

It became obvious that they were more than friends.

Sonia beamed at Cilla.  "And look at you, you clever 
thing.  You're going to give me the best possible present 
- a son or daughter to share my birthday.  I was thinking 
of getting pregnant next month but if it doesn't happen 
until November you might end up sharing YOUR birthday.  
It certainly would make it easier to remember birthdays 
in our family."

It was funny, that was actually the first time the word 
had been used by any of us to mean "us".  Up until that 
moment "families" meant our individual parents and 
siblings.  With our first child struggling (not quite 
hard enough apparently) to join us it really struck us 
that our love was taking us to a new level.

Scary in its novelty but eagerly anticipated none-the-
less.

-----

I won't say the actual birth was anticlimactic because it 
was anything but.

It was both easy and hard for me at the same time and I'm 
only thankful that the anaesthetic eased the pain if not 
the stress for Cilla.  She had the hard job and I DO 
understand she didn't really mean all the nasty things 
she said she was going to do to my prick if I got her 
pregnant again.  The gynaecologist, anaesthetist and 
nursing staff all had grins when they heard that.

Sonia wasn't so sure how to take things and wasn't too 
sure now if getting pregnant herself was a good idea.  At 
least Cilla hadn't turned on her.

She didn't feel much better when the baby's head made its 
first appearance.  I had to steady her while I wondered 
who was steadying me.  I knew how snug Cilla was.  How 
could something that large ...?

The doctor was talking to Cilla throughout, encouraging 
her and letting her know how well she was doing.

Sonia decided she preferred supporting Cilla from the 
other end and moved to take her hand, telling her how 
wonderful she was and how the baby was coming and it was 
almost over.  Cilla held her arm with the other hand as 
she gave the push that brought our child into the world.

The doctor eased the baby out and siphoned its nostrils 
before resting it on Cilla's now flatter belly with the 
announcement "You have a little girl and we'll just let 
her rest there for a minute before we cut the cord."

Sonia kissed Cilla and I moved in from the other side.  I 
gave her a kiss as she put her finger into our daughter's 
tiny hand.

"You realise I'm even more outnumbered now."  I smiled at 
the mother of our new-born child.  It was hard to believe 
that the small bloody skun rabbit was such a beautiful 
thing, no - person.

The doctor had been checking for the right number of bits 
and pieces before clamping the final physical link 
between Cilla and our little girl.

She apologised for interrupting Cilla's introduction to 
her baby and promised to bring her right back before 
putting her into the soft towelling held by one of the 
nurses.

The baby was given a warm wash and checked out before 
having her vital statistics taken.  Full term, of 
moderate size and not stressed by the birth, she was 
healthy and scrubbed up with a beautiful head of reddish 
brown hair.

Wrapped in a soft blanket, she was given to Cilla to hold 
first.  That was only fair after the past eight hours 
(and nine months).

"Have you chosen a name?" asked "our" nurse, a lot 
friendlier after having had a quiet talk to the 
Gynaecologist.

We had of course spent some time on that issue and had 
decided on one nomination being chosen from each of our 
suggestions.  We then tried out the combinations until we 
were happy with the result.

Cilla started, "Valerie".  "Rebecca", I added.  "Marie", 
finished Sonia.  The nurse jotted it down.

"And the surname?"

Oh!  How had we missed discussing that.  We looked back 
and forth from one to another.  Farrier?  Robbins?  Hull 
even?  A hyphenated combination?

"Farrier?", I asked Cilla.

"No", she replied, "I'm a bit old-fashioned."  She turned 
to Sonia.  "I think it is better if our children all have 
the same family name and I'm going to take Glyn's, so I 
think 'Robbins' is best.  What do you think?"

"Hmm, 'Sonia Robbins'?  'Cilla Robbins'?  'Valerie 
Rebecca Marie Robbins'?  They all sound good."  She 
turned to me.

"Well Mr Robbins are you happy to share the house with 
three Ms Robbins?"

I turned to the nurse.

"Valerie Rebecca Marie ... Robbins it is then."

She finished writing with a smile before turning to 
prepare a card for the crib.

"If you would like to say goodbye for now, you might like 
to make any phone calls and freshen up while we give 
Cilla a wash and settle her in her room for the rest of 
the night."

We kissed Cilla again and took the details with us as we 
sought the phone through the quiet hospital.  I took 
Sonia in my arms when we got to the foyer and spun her 
around while I kissed her.  "We have a daughter!"  She 
shushed me and kissed me again.

We had given our parents warning of the impending event 
and they had all asked to be notified regardless of the 
time.  Just after two am, it wasn't TOO late; if they 
hadn't stayed up I was sure they would be dozing by the 
phone, unable to sleep.

"Who first?"

"Cilla's parents I think", Sonia replied.

"True.  You call."  I deliberately wanted them to 
associate the good news with Sonia.

Sonia dialled and a sleepy voice answered.  "Mr Farrier?"  
She had called him that for so long that "Ron" was 
difficult and "Dad" seemed impossible.

"Yes?"

"Sonia here.  We have a daughter and both are doing well.  
Yes thank you, I'll tell him.  Valerie.  Yes it is.  
Thank you; it will be.  Ok, 3740 g and 47 cm. Oh and she 
has brown hair with red tints.  Yes, we'll see her in a 
minute and say goodnight and let her get some rest.  
Around lunchtime I think.  Okay, Bye."

She turned with a smile.  "They were thankful I called 
and they gave US their congratulations and they 
remembered it was my birthday and, oh I don't know, he 
was just so nice to me."  She burst out crying. 

I cuddled her and kissed her hair.  We all want to be 
accepted and it had been hard on both Sonia and Cilla for 
so long.  Things might not turn out to be perfect but 
they were a darn sight better than they had been.

"Okay do you want to call your Mum next?"

"You can call your parents at the same time.  There ARE 
two phones."  She gave me a bossy smile and I picked up 
the other receiver at the time as she did.

Sonia's mother was the only one who hadn't gone to bed 
and Sonia passed on the details.  Diane wasn't sure about 
turning up to visit but Sonia insisted and made a time so 
she could be there too.

I too was congratulated on my good fortune and my parents 
sent their love for both Cilla and Sonia.  I promised to 
pass it on and let them get back to sleep.

The phones would be busy in the morning.  Of that I WAS 
sure.

We found Cilla's room and passed on the messages.  I 
stroked the hair away from the side of her temple and 
realised just how much she meant to me.  She was tired 
and sore; she had been given something to ease the 
discomfort as the epidural wore off and was happy to just 
lie there resting.  She responded briefly to our 
questions as we looked adoringly on the little one in her 
crib with clear plastic sides but didn't initiate any 
conversations.

We had been given the briefest holds of little Valerie on 
our way to the phones and were almost tempted to have 
another.  The possibility of disturbing her at the late 
hour and then causing Cilla any distress controlled our 
paternal/maternal tendencies.  It would have to wait for 
morning.

Cilla barely noticed our goodbyes and that was probably 
best.  It had been a longer day than any of us had 
expected and we needed our rest too.

Sonia snuggled up to me in the car going home.  Though it 
had been Cilla who had expended most of the effort 
required, we had experienced a wonderful event and had 
bonded more strongly because of it.

Sonia had the shower running by the time I had put the 
car away and I joined her under its hot stream.  It was 
late and I soaped myself before giving her back a 
scrubbing which helped ease the ache from standing and 
from sitting in not so comfortable chairs for so long.  
She gave me a hug and helped rinse me off before hopping 
our to rub herself down.

No mutual rub downs tonight we wanted our bed and enough 
sleep to get us through the rest of what was becoming a 
shorter and shorter today.

I turned out the light and hopped in to cuddle close to 
Sonia while the sheets warmed up.

"Happy birthday", I told her again.

"It has been you know.  A 'happy' 'birth' 'day'.  I 
couldn't have asked for a nicer present than Valerie 
Rebecca Marie."

"It hasn't made you rethink having your own?"

"I did a bit but Cilla seems fine now and when you look 
at our little girl ..."  She turned over.  "Give me my 
birthday present please.  I want to love you now and, 
yes, I do want your child too."

I slipped into position over her and kissed her, trailing 
them from her mouth and neck down to her breasts.  Her 
arms were around my neck, her fingers delving through my 
hair as she arched her back to bring her tit closer to my 
face.

I nuzzled a while and returned to her sensitive neck then 
kissed her again, our tongues entwining as I found the 
entrance and slid inside.

As my body pumped inside her Sonia responded and I felt 
her nails gently digging into my back.  I moved a little 
forward and the angle of my penis inside her changed 
making it rub more on head and shaft.

Our spirits soared and Sonia held my cheeks between her 
hands as she kissed me feverishly.  If I hadn't been 
aware that her menses were almost upon her I would have 
thought she was trying to create a child tonight.

It was a thought I was looking forward to.  I wondered if 
I would feel the same way in a few months with a houseful 
of nappies.  I consoled myself that at least I found 
pregnant women attractive.

As we came and collapsed together I realised with Cilla 
recovering for around six weeks and Sonia trying to get 
pregnant towards the end of that period, Sonia and I 
would probably be making a lot more love together for a 
while.  With that pleasant thought and a peck on the lips 
from the "other" new mum, I dropped off.

-----

We were up early to join Cilla at the hospital.  We had 
been invited to participate in Valerie's bathing and 
changing.  Okay it doesn't sound a thrill a minute but we 
WANTED to get to know our little girl and how to look 
after her.

And even including the black shitty nappy, the experience 
was rewarding with each moment making all three of us 
fonder of the darling little girl.

There was a little difficulty when we first turned up as 
it was supposed to be fathers only until 11 to give those 
mothers who had a restless night a little more time to 
recover before the visitor invasion began.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but morning visits are reserved for 
parents only."

"It's alright then because this is the baby's mother."  I 
took Sonia's arm and led her past the guardian of the 
ward, leaving her glaring at my back.

"One extra person wouldn't matter", she supposed; it 
certainly wasn't worth making trouble with an obvious 
smart aleck.

When the visitors started rolling in Sonia and I were 
obviously of far less importance than the grand-daughter 
or niece and her recovering, though still sore, mother.

Cilla had greeted us warmly.  She had slept through the 
night and was feeling refreshed.  She was already looking 
far slimmer than she had for months and beamed with 
happiness when she frequently looked over at her tiny 
form.

Tiny as she was it was hard to believe the tiny girl 
suckling at her mother's breast had actually fitted 
inside her mother's belly.  Looks like Sonia and I would 
be missing out on that luxury in future.  Maybe an 
occasional sip; I couldn't resent the loss when Valerie 
was the gain.

It seems strange to talk about being proud.  Certainly my 
efforts had little to do with the production of such a 
beautiful girl.  A share of the gene mix over which I had 
no say.

Certainly I can accept the joy I gave to Cilla that day 
was a matter of skill and love but Sonia contributed just 
as much and Cilla returned it in full.

To be proud of Cilla was understandable if not easy to 
explain.  Once little Valerie had made her existence 
known Cilla was committed regardless of the consequences.

I suppose I was proud of the way she took the strains of 
the last few months and the stresses of the last few 
hours.  I certainly was brimming with love for her.

The there was Sonia.  I was definitely proud of how she 
had taken to our daughter.  She certainly was OURS not 
just Cilla's and mine.  I WAS proud of the way she had 
been openly loving and supportive towards Cilla 
throughout the night.  It was not easy to face other 
people's antipathy if not outright hostility.

Finally I was proud of Valerie.  Just for being lovely 
and healthy and here.

So none of it made sense; it didn't stop it being true.

--

As one would expect Cilla's parents were first through 
the door on the stroke of 11.  They greeted us all and 
stood by the crib - their first grandchild!

Jean and Trevor followed them in with Cilla's youngest 
sister, Andrea, and congratulated us, held the baby, 
marvelled at her size and hair and general appearance and 
then disappeared to let John come in with her twin 
brothers.

Sonia's mother Diane showed up shortly after and I was 
delighted to hear Ruby agree with her when she commented 
favourably on "THEIR" grand-daughter.  Sonia was sitting 
on the side of Cilla's bed at the time and Cilla put her 
arm around her waist when she heard this.

My family turned up soon after lunch.  Sonia and I had 
left Cilla briefly when her tray was delivered to grab 
something simple ourselves and when we got back she 
allocated the job of changing the wet nappy to the pair 
of us.  She was getting us trained up early.

Sonia got a hug and a kiss on their way past to reach 
Cilla who was giving Valerie another feed.  Cilla, tit 
out, was surrounded by my parents and my younger brother 
and sister, Dylan and Anna.

My "former" family was not worried by simple nudity 
between family or close friends and considered, quite 
sensibly, that a breastfeeding mother was a perfectly 
natural sight rather than a "tit"illation.

Cilla had flashed her tits to others often enough that 
she shouldn't have been shy and I think it was just the 
suddenness of their appearance that threw her for a 
little while.  She certainly recovered soon enough and 
was happy to pass Valerie to my mother while she was 
swapping sides.

When Sonia and I left that evening the walls were a 
display of flowers and soft toys.  It had been a long day 
- at least Cilla got a relatively soft bed to lie on when 
she wasn't being encouraged to take another short slow 
walk - I think hospitals select chairs with the minimum 
comfort possible to encourage visitors to leave quickly.

Rick and Renate were away and not likely to be back until 
Cilla was home.  Ha!  Unless something serious happened 
she would be home in three days time.  The hospitals only 
want sick people.  We certainly wanted her there but I at 
least was happier knowing she had more skilful helpers 
around just now when she was ..., not weakest, but ... 
you know.

We stopped off at a Thai takeaway on the way home having 
skipped our meal rather than leaving Cilla and Valerie 
again and ate it together in the lounge as we relaxed 
properly for the first time that day.

We were too shagged to think about more than just 
cuddling that night.  Fortunately the morning sun found 
us revived and I woke to find Sonia sliding my morning 
hard on into her personally prepared quim.

It was the perfect way to wake up.

I confess to laying there letting her do all the work.  
Come on, we all like to get spoilt occasionally and after 
all she started it!

I did slip my hands along her ribcage leaving my thumbs 
over her nipples.  The gentle stroking seemed to be 
appreciated though I think Sonia was much more concerned 
with the feelings her pelvic rotations were causing in 
both of us.

I was pushing up with my hips as I felt the pressure 
build.  Oh god this was going to be good.  Sonia 
fortunately felt the same way and it showed as she came 
moments before I fountained inside her.

With the absence of any sexual urgency, the shower we 
shared was quiet, comforting and very sensual.  Our hands 
roamed each others bodies and slowly rebuilt the fires we 
had just quenched.

Sonia leaned back against the cool tiles and deliberately 
put herself on display in front of me, holding her 
breasts in both hands then sliding them down over her 
still sudsy belly and through the sparse straight black 
hair that held small shining droplets of water.

I watched each movement and saw every detail.  It was 
hard to stay on my side of the shower.

Sonia's hands crept between her thighs.  I couldn't see 
her pussy from this angle but there was no doubting about 
where her probing fingers were disappearing.

"Play with yourself", she commanded.  "I want to see you 
come."

I started stroking, reaching for the soap when my wet 
skin required more lubrication.  I looked at her face and 
saw her staring at my prick as I encircled it with thumb 
and pointer finger.  I looked down at her own hands and 
began stroking.

As I watched Sonia squirmed a little.  Her ass pressing 
against cold tiles caused her to thrust her hips forward 
which made it look as though she was fucking her fingers 
rather than using her fingers to fuck herself.  My hand 
moved faster, the ring just brushing along the shaft to 
make firmer contact against the more sensitive head.

I really didn't need a lot of stimulation.  Watching a 
beautiful young naked woman frigging herself was 
stimulation enough and it was far too soon as the surge 
of white fluid soared through the still spraying water to 
splash down onto Sonia's taut belly.  It started leaving 
a trail towards her black fur triangle as the second 
splash hit just below it, matting the hair.  A third hit 
the back of her wrist as her frenzied fingering of her 
clit brought about her own emission, a spurt of fluid 
which hit the floor between her feet to be rapidly 
swirled down the drain.

We came together (No, not THAT came) under the shower 
spray, Sonia taking my now empty pistol in her hand as I 
wrapped my arms around her.  The water flooded our faces 
as we kissed, forcing us to hold our breaths and to screw 
up our eyes.  My spent semen spread over our pubes as we 
brought our bodies as close together as we could possibly 
be without starting over again.

-----

When Cilla came home it was a happy occasion.  Though our 
spare room was ready for Valerie, for now her bassinet 
was located either in the lounge or in our bedroom.

We had plenty of visitors and by mid-afternoon Cilla was 
eager to retreat to the bedroom to have a rest.  She had 
been told to avoid sex until given a clearance by her 
Gynaecologist at her six week appointment.

We had been told that Cilla had been lucky with only a 
little tear that didn't even require stitching.  Valerie 
apparently was on the smaller side of "normal" as far as 
head circumference was concerned and this had made the 
delivery easier.  We declined to be the ones who told 
Cilla that her eight or so hours of labour was being 
labelled "easy".

Sonia and I let her rest.  Valerie had eaten and had been 
changed and had settled back down.  It was nice to have a 
satisfied baby.  Cilla remembered when Andrea had turned 
up; she had kept them all awake some nights.  I vaguely 
remembered something similar with my sister Anna but it 
was easier for Cilla, she was thirteen at the time while 
I was only five.

Sonia, the baby of her family had no experience with real 
babies.  Her brother Hugh lived too far away for her to 
have been able to play "Auntie".

We sat in the lounge watching TV and Sonia sat on my lap 
and rested her head against my chest as I leaned back in 
the armchair.  I slipped my hand up under her blouse and 
she leaned forward to let me unfasten her bra.

I pushed the cups up over tits that provided no 
impediment.  "I hope my tits grow when I'm pregnant!"

"Your tits are nice as they are and if they do grow I'll 
find them just as nice then.  You worry too much about 
them; they are lovely and so are you."

I got a hug for that and we snuggled together.

When it was time for bed Cilla was looking forward to a 
shower.  We helped her undress and held her hands as we 
made our way to the larger shower through the unit.

It was nice to have her home.  We had seen her every day, 
spending more time with her than we normally would when 
we were at work but it wasn't the same as having her 
here.  The nights couldn't have been lonely for us but 
were a little for Cilla and she too was happy to be back 
in our arms.

We discussed the sleeping arrangements.

Since Cilla had come through the experience fairly easily 
she was only tender in one or two spots.  Those however 
did tend to be sore enough to make her wary of any 
contact.

It wasn't that we would intentionally touch her there, 
just that after four years of living together we found 
ourselves fumbling with each other (in a very nice way) 
when half asleep.  The ladies often fell asleep with my 
prick in their hand and I often had a breast or pudendum 
cupped in one or other or both of mine.  On one or two 
occasions I even fell asleep while my limp prick was 
being gently suckled after we had managed to satisfy each 
other several times over.

Cilla thought it best if I slept in the middle for now so 
she could use me as a pillow when required.  We arranged 
ourselves after saying goodnight to our little one and 
turned out the light.

I was on my back and both ladies had rested their heads 
on my chest.  While I had to move after a while this was 
both comfortable and comforting.  Sonia and Cilla were 
able to exchange a soft kiss with only a little effort 
and I was able to stroke my fingers along their 
backbones.

Cilla may be crossed off the receiving list but she felt 
she could still be a donor and began to lick "her" 
nipple.  Sonia noticed the movement and my response and 
began the same on her side.  It was more than just nice 
and John Thomas was rising to show his appreciation.

I felt a wetness along my side and Cilla said, "Damn!"  
She had sprung another leak.

"Valerie hasn't been drinking as much as I can produce at 
the moment and I've had to use pads to soak up the extra.  
I thought I would try sleeping without a bra but looks 
like they were right.  Excuse me."

Cilla got up and turned on the light.  We watched as she 
found her maternity bra and put it on.

Now I find a pregnant woman to be very sexy.  I can't be 
the only one or Vanity Fair covers wouldn't be so 
popular.  A woman who isn't pregnant yet can also be 
sexy; that's how they end up pregnant in the first place.

But a woman who was just pregnant is a little different.  
You can love someone and find them stimulating because of 
that without necessarily finding them sexy.  Look at old 
married couples.  They may not, neither of them, have the 
physique to turn the other on but the knowledge of the 
love they have shared over the years can still build a 
fire in the cellar that can be a pleasure trying to 
extinguish.

Cilla's body was a mixture.  Her breasts had become 
larger and looked magnificent whether exposed or enclosed 
in the supporting bra.  Her stomach had lost the swelling 
but now showed the faint reflective stretch lines that 
testified to her role in the presence of the little girl 
sleeping peacefully close by.  She had been lucky in 
avoiding circulation problems and had watched her diet so 
she had neither the blue knotted lines on her legs nor 
the layers of fat at waist and hip.

Not the beauty she had been and would be again, she was 
however ours and we loved her.

She came back to sit on the bed as she found the 
remaining couple of nursing pads in the box she had 
brought with her from the hospital.  "Looks like we're 
going shopping in the morning.  I hope these last the 
night."

She considered her minor predicament.  She addressed us, 
"Valerie is getting enough to drink; her weight gain is 
what it is supposed to be.  Would you mind helping me.  I 
could try expressing the milk but it takes so long."

Sonia and I were both happy to help and Cilla lay back 
where she was sitting.  We each opened our flap at the 
front of the bra and two segments of breast poked through 
where we had folded the flaps back.  We lay across the 
bed together with our mouths positioned next to the 
prominent nipples.

-----

Valerie was ten months old when her brother, Warren 
Douglas Peter came along.  She was eighteen months older 
when her sisters Kathleen (Katie) Samantha Ruth and 
Hannah Marlene Elizabeth were born three weeks apart to 
Cilla and Sonia respectively.

Sonia's active motherhood gave Cilla a chance to finally 
nurse at her breast.  When the "twins" came along we all 
had a taste treat.  I refuse to say which teat I 
preferred, only that fond memory makes the taste sweeter 
and its loss a little sadder.

We had moved into a house of our own design (well we told 
the architect what we wanted and he came up with the 
goods) soon after Warren was born.  It wasn't long after 
that I heard all the jokes that made me hope he didn't 
wish we had named him something different.

- What do you call a man with a rabbit up his ass?
- What do you call a man with a shovel in his head?
- What do you call a man buried in a bog?

At least the girls appeared safe.

A few months after our family grew to seven I got the 
chop.  It wasn't that bad; I missed out on any serious 
swelling and was back in action at the end of the week.  
It did mean that little Warren and I would always be 
outnumbered though.

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Your sex lives change a bit when you've got young kids 
around.  We at least had three to share the load.

Kids are definitely NOT a burden though they can take up 
a fair bit of your time.

It wasn't all smooth sailing though, imagine four smart 
kids who try to play THREE parents off against each other 
- you have to keep more than one step ahead of them.

Still it was a loving environment and, when the kids were 
asleep, we could still be loving together.  Or, as often 
happened, one parent could take the brood on an outing 
while the others got down and got dirty.

-----

If you've got the money to do things right you can end up 
with a cosy little nest.  We had a master suite with a 
sunken jacuzzi in the ensuite bathroom on the other side 
of the house from the kids bedrooms.  When they were 
young we were able to monitor them with a speaker system 
while knowing any noises we made were not likely to be 
heard in the still of the night.

We moved in around the time of Sonia's six week check-up 
and when she came home with the official all clear she 
wanted to celebrate.  Valerie was tucked into her bed 
around dusk and Warren changed, fed and changed again 
(and yet again - don't open a boy's nappy without having 
another handy for when the hose starts spraying!) before 
being laid to rest in his bassinet beside our bed.

I might be willing to get up in the middle of the night 
to prepare him for Sonia but I'm not walking across the 
house!

With the house settled we took a bottle of bubbly and 
some glasses (strong plastic actually) and moved into the 
hot tub.  Sonia had been on the periphery for the last 
six weeks and tonight Cilla and I planned to show her 
just how much we loved her.






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