Annette

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ANNETTE - SOPHIE'S STORY

I met Annette through a mutual friend, Amanda. Annette and I had hit it right off, but when I discovered she was trans, it was even better. We fell in love, and now live together, and Amanda finally became a permanent part of our partnership. The three of us bought a house, remodeling it together, but after we got well settled in, Amanda realized she was missing the more female companionship she craved. She introduced us to Sophie.

The story of how I met Annette can be read about in "Annette." I wrote a bit about our relationship with Amanda in "Annette - Fun with Amanda." Amanda introduced us to Sophie in "Amanda Brings Home a Friend." Our relationship with Amanda means life tends to move at a fast pace. This is a little of Sophie's story.

Annette, Amanda, Sophie and I were on the road to Old Mill Pond, and it seemed like a regular peloton when we were all together. I had a pannier with our lunch in it, and we each had a couple of water bottles to drink from during the ride. I rode lead much of the way, but Sophie was a strong rider too, and I had no problem relinquishing the point position to her. I enjoyed riding behind Annette, just so I could watch her cute rear and nice legs, so I had no problem dropping back to follow occasionally.

Annette and I were a couple, as were Amanda and Sophie. I'm Dave, 29 years old, 5' 8", and still holding steady at around 180 lbs. I'm of Irish descent, with blue eyes, brown hair and a fair complexion, and Annette and I stay fit with regular bike rides and free weight workouts in our home gym. Annette is a beautiful transgender girl, just over 5', and petite, but deceptively strong. She has fine, cornsilk blonde hair down to just below her shoulders, waves curling down across her neck, and a creamy, pale complexion. Blue-green eyes, delectable soft lips and pretty little B cup breasts. Her voice has a beautiful sexy timbre, and when she says my name, I almost shiver. She has a delightful musical laugh that gives me the warm fuzzies whenever I hear it.

Amanda is an inch taller than me, stronger built than Annette, with long blonde hair, snapping green eyes sitting above high cheekbones, firm fist-sized breasts that rest high on her chest, and a generous mouth. She has a very outgoing personality, and is a leader around our home, in nearly every arena. She is not shy about saying what's on her mind, but isn't tactless with it. Annette and I love her, and our life would seem empty if she wasn't around.

Amanda introduced us to Sophie some months back, and she has moved in to a position of honor in our house. She is an extremely fit lady, a bit shorter than me and maybe 125 lbs, firm little breasts, toned legs, arms and abs, with shag cut brunette hair that just reaches her shoulders. She has deep brown eyes that seem to see into you when she turns them on full force.

The four of us made this trip every so often, Sophie fitting right into our peloton with her riding skills, and we typically kept up a fairly good pace of between 20-25 mph, perhaps a bit more at times, and the 30 mile ride went pretty quickly. We turned off the highway onto the dirt road leading to Old Mill Pond, and soon broke out of the trees and brush into the clearing. Nobody was there, which was normal, and we coasted to a halt under the maple tree shading a single picnic table. We parked our bikes, and chattered and laughed while we removed our helmets and began to strip our off our sweaty biking clothes.

I pulled Amanda's camera out of my pannier and set it on the table, ready for use. Amanda had once taken a picture of Annette and I as we jumped into the pond that seemed like it had been created at an artist's direction, with lighting just so and the characters holding in position. She knew it was just a function of the unique lighting that day and lucky timing, but we always tried to recreate it with her and Sophie. We had many good pictures of them, but nothing that matched the picture she had taken that day.

I stripped out of my shorts and stood naked, watching with enjoyment as three beautiful female forms appeared before me. I couldn't keep my eyes on any one of them, they were all so different and wonderful to look at. Annette smiled at me and walked over to join me near the table, knowing we would be jumping in after Amanda and Sophie. I leaned down to kiss her, touching her goosebump-covered breast, tweaking the erect nipple as our lips gently engaged.

Amanda hollered at us, "Hey! We're ready to jump in! Stop messing around over there." Annette and I turned to look at her, Sophie holding Amanda's hand with a wide smile. They were so beautiful, sweat shining on their skin, hair wet with sweat and sticking to their necks. I said, "Wait one," and pulled the camera up to snap a couple of quick shots. I was ready now and said, "OK, go ahead." They turned and ran for the pond, holding hands, leaping up into the air before landing with a splash. I had taken a series of perhaps six shots from the time they started to leave earth until shortly after hitting the water. Amanda had a nice digital camera that had all kinds of wonderful features, and we liked to use the burst setting for times like this.

They sputtered to the surface as I put the camera on the table. I grabbed Annette's hand and we ran for the pond, leaping in as the girls had done, coming up for air, throwing the water out of our hair and wiping our faces, then treading water while we kissed. A couple of short strokes and we were back to where we could touch bottom, then we waded out, holding hands and shivering. Amanda and Sophie were pulling small towels out of the pannier, goose bumps all over their bodies, and I admired them as we walked over to join them.

Amanda pulled out towels and handed them to Annette and I, and we all dried off. It was customary at this time for me to give Annette a blowjob to bring the heat back to her little cocklette, and a more recent custom was for Amanda and Sophie to do the same for me. I lay back on the picnic table with my feet on the seat, and Annette straddled my face. I leaned up and suckled her cold, shriveled cock into my mouth, playing my tongue across her tight ball sack while I sucked.

Amanda and Sophie sat on each side of my legs and began to suck and lick my shrunken penis, handling my balls in the meantime.

The four of us continued like this until both Annette and I were good and stiff, our cocks now fully warmed. Sometimes I sucked Annette until she released her sweet cum into my mouth, but today we were doing something different. Annette sat near the end of the table, her legs hanging over the edge from the knees down, while Amanda and Sophie leaned side by side against the table with their legs spread, cute bottoms cocked up, and started playing with Annette's beautiful prick. We had decided that I would take turns with them, and when I was inside one, the other would suck Annette. Just something to give our loving a little structure, nothing fancy.

I began by taking turns licking each of the girls, working them up and getting them wet. I played with their clits, licked their hot slots and tickled their little buttholes with my tongue. When both of them were hot and ready to go, I slowly worked my way into Amanda while Sophie took over licking and playing with Annette. Annette smiled at me while she ran her fingers through Sophie's hair, and I smiled back while working my stiff prong in and out of Amanda.

After a minute or two with Amanda, I moved over to Sophie, rubbing the swollen head over the wet lips of her vagina and began slowly working deeper into her with little in and out movements. She moved back against me, not content with my timeline, and I was soon buried to the hilt inside of her tight confines. Sophie was incredibly tight, and I marveled at the feeling that the firm grip of her vaginal muscles had on my throbbing prick. It was a full length squeeze, no portion left ungrasped, and it was the most marvelous sensation. Sophie rocked with me, instead of letting me do the moving, and I was getting pretty worked up.

I slowly withdrew from her and shifted back to Amanda. When the head of my cock first entered her steaming snatch, she pushed hard against me, sinking me into her in one long stroke. She let out a lusty "Oooh," and rocked against me, our bodies meeting with light slaps. After only a minute or so of working on Amanda, I was feeling it again, and withdrew from her. She groaned and said, "Not already!" Sophie laughed wickedly and said, "Yes, my turn!"

Annette giggled at Sophie and smiled at me, and I gave Amanda's cute bottom a light smack as I began to slip back into Sophie. I said, "You behave. Learn to share." Amanda didn't reply, just took Annette's cock into her mouth and began bobbing up and down. Once again Sophie moved back against me, but this time she worked both directions, fucking herself on my twitching pole. I was very close, and I looked at Annette and said, "I'm about to blow. Who got it last time?"

Annette gave me a coy smile and said softly, "I think it was me." Sophie and I both laughed, kind of gasping, and I qualified, "OK, which one of these two got it last?" Amanda took her mouth off of Annette's cock and said, "Give it to her. I'm taking Annette's." Sophie and I were both agreeable to that, and we began working hard against each other.

I drove my cock into her hard while she fucked back equally hard against me. Our bodies were meeting with a resounding slap, and finally I began to go off. I grunted and pushed hard into her. She tightened her muscles, gripping me, and semen burst from my throbbing cock into her tight vagina. I leaned against her, tense, while my cock pulsed a couple of blasts into her, then I pulled out just a bit and nudged hard into her again, driving the last couple of spurts out. She was pushing back against me, and we trembled together, both of us enjoying my tingling pleasure.

As I was just starting to slow down, I heard Annette give out a little moan, and looked to see her with her head back and eyes closed, hand on the back of Amanda's head, apparently feeding Amanda her sweet spunk. I don't understand the science of it, but Annette has the sweetest semen I've ever tasted. Truth be told, I only had a limited number of bisexual encounters prior to meeting her, but since we first met, I've never had another.

I withdrew from Sophie and knelt down behind her to lick and clean her tasty snatch. She had very very tight buttocks, so it was easy for me to get my whole mouth up to her and lick and suck until she had a small orgasm and was clean of everything except a bit of saliva. She stood up and turned around, and we met for a kiss. Her lips aren't as kissable as Annette's, but still soft and luscious. We pressed against each other and our tongues entwined. I ran my fingertips up and down her spine, lightly stroking her. This was the point where I had first picked Amanda up and run into the pond with her, but now we all went in voluntarily so I didn't get to have that kind of fun.

When we finished kissing, we looked to see Amanda draped across Annette, the two of them doing what we had just done. I ran a finger up Annette's leg, then gave Amanda a light smack on the rump. She started a bit, and I said, "C'mon, woman! Let's get cleaned up and have a bite."

Sophie laughed and I grabbed her hand, giving her a tug toward the pond. We ran together and jumped in, then swam around for a few seconds until Amanda and Annette jumped in with us. Annette and I swam toward each other, and she put her arms around my neck when we met. She began kissing me as I moved backward through the water, trying to do a backstroke while we kissed. We always tried this, but I wasn't that good a swimmer, and invariably the kiss ended when I began to sink. It never stopped us from trying, though. There was no such thing as a bad kiss where Annette was concerned.

The four of us trooped out of the pond and dried off again, then the girls sat at the table while I brought out our lunch from the pannier. I served sandwiches around, and cold drinks for us to chase it down with. We ate and chatted, and by the time the food was eaten and the trash cleaned up, our clothes were dry. We dressed and sat at the table, relaxing and talking, when Sophie said, "Guys, I want to talk about something I've been thinking of."

We all turned to her and waited. Her eyes went from one to the other of us, then looked at a spot on the table between us and asked, "Have any of you ever thought about children?" Annette's hand squeezed my arm, and I looked at her. Her eyes were sparkling at me and I grinned. Annette and I would love to have children, but of course she can't. We had casually talked about adoption, but never followed it up seriously. Amanda looked at Sophie and asked in her usual straightforward manner, "Would you like children, Sophie?"

Sophie looked at us and said, "It's something that I've been thinking of lately. I don't know why, it's just been coming to my mind."

Annette turned to look at Sophie and said softly, "I think I know why. David and I began to talk about having children after we had been together for a bit. We knew we were going to be together always, and it was something we both wanted. I can't have children, but we both want to." She touched Sophie's cheek with her soft fingers and went on, "I think you're probably thinking you've landed where you want to be, and your mind is thinking of the future."

Sophie met Annette's eyes and they looked at each other for a little while, Annette smiling gently at Sophie. Sophie gave a small nod, then turned to Amanda and asked, "Have you ever wanted children, Amanda?"

Amanda scoffed, "Are you kidding? With Dave to look after, I've already got one." Everybody laughed but Sophie, but she did smile. Amanda lost the teasing look and said, "Yes, as a matter of fact, I have. I never said anything to anybody, but it was something I thought of, usually when I see Dave and Annette together. I think they would be wonderful parents, and I wouldn't mind a little one around the house."

She paused a moment then continued, "Of course, it would change our home behavior when they started getting a little older, but I'm sure that's something we could work out."

Sophie looked at Amanda the way she had looked at Annette, then nodded and smiled. She said, "What would you say to me getting pregnant?" Amanda looked at her excitedly and asked, "Are you pregnant?" Annette had tensed up and put her hand on Sophie's leg, smiling, and I knew she was wondering the same thing. Sophie laughed and hurriedly said, "No, no. I'm not pregnant, but your reaction answered my question. I've decided to accept your invitation to move in with you. I like what we have, and I thought it would be nice to have children too."

Amanda looked disappointed, and Annette kind of deflated back into her seat. I laughed and said to Sophie, "You'd better do something about that pregnancy thing. You really disappointed them."

Sophie looked at me with a smile and said, "That's where you come in."

"What?" I asked dumbly. I'm usually pretty quick, but that one went right over my head. The girls all laughed, and Annette squeezed my hand with a big smile on her face.

"David, "Annette said, like she was speaking to a three year old, "She wants you to be the father." Suddenly it came clear. "Ohhhh," I said. "I guess I'm up for that, if you girls are OK with it."

Annette said with a bright smile, "I'd love it, David. A little baby to help raise."

Amanda said in her usual manner, "Who else but you? I can't do it." She looked at Annette speculatively, then said, "Well, I guess Annette could try, but I don't know if that would work, with her hormones and all."

Annette looked surprised. The thought of fathering a child had never occurred to her; she had always looked at it from the viewpoint of bearing a child. She was ever feminine, my little girlfriend, and thought from the perspective of a woman.

I said, "Well, this should be interesting. I guess we could get a bike trailer and ride out here with living cargo. Of course, we'd have to throw him or her into the pond until they could walk, but Amanda has a lot of experience with that sort of thing." Annette and Sophie laughed, and Amanda leaned over to slug me in the shoulder, but she was laughing too.

I glanced at my watch and said, "We'd better get going. We have a nursery to plan."

We buckled our helmets on, the girls all excitedly chattering about a baby, and we headed back home.

That night while we were eating dinner I asked Sophie, "How much thought have you put into this child thing?" Amanda and Annette turned to look at her while she considered her answer.

"Not much, yet. It was just something that I wanted to ask you guys about because it was on my mind. I hadn't really made any plans, other than I thought I knew who the perfect father would be."

I blushed, and Annette smiled at me. I looked at her and it just came out, and I was as surprised as anyone because it wasn't what I had been thinking.

"Would you marry me?" I asked her. Amanda gasped, but Annette just continued to look at me with her smile and answered in her quiet voice, "Of course I would, David."

Amanda said sarcastically, "Well, you could try to act a little more excited, honey."

Annette continued to look at me with her little smile and replied, "We're already as married as I need to be. David is already as dedicated to me as any man to his wife, and any vows he could make wouldn't make that any stronger." Sophie nodded, understanding before Annette had finished.

Amanda said, "Well, that was just one hell of a subject change, and I thought it called for a little more excitement." We all laughed at her, but the love for me in Annette's eyes hadn't changed one whit.

"OK," I said, "A nursery and wedding. Anything else we need to start planning while we're here?" We all laughed again and finished our meal.

Cleanup went fast in the excitement of the two bombshells that had come into our lives today. Amanda and I went into the office to do some online research about how to best get Sophie pregnant. We read different theories to each other, but it seemed that a large part of it was dependent on her monthly cycle. We would go from there, and pay particular attention to Sophie during the period when it would seem she was most fertile.

Sophie stopped her birth control that night, and Amanda and Annette spent a lot of time planning our wedding. Amanda is kind of a force of nature, and I was amused to see Annette just stop her in her tracks when Amanda wanted to go a direction Annette did not. Annette didn't really argue, it was more like she just quietly pretended it hadn't come up. Annette knew how to handle Amanda, and Amanda loved her for it.

Being a guy, I just went along with what they wanted, but Annette and I talked a lot and saw eye to eye on the whole thing. I trusted Annette to keep it simple. One night I took Annette out to the backyard swing, and we sat there cuddling and kissing while we talked. I said, "Sophie's prime time is coming up soon. I was thinking you should try too. Even if you don't have a lot of viable sperm, every little bit will count. Mostly you'll both enjoy it, and Sophie will see that we're all really doing everything we can to help her."

Annette smiled at me, her soft fingers playing on my forearm, and she replied, "I think it's a wonderful idea, David. I never thought of having a baby with another woman, but I'm willing to try for Sophie." She looked at me, her smile a little sad, and went on, "I really wanted to have a baby with you."

I kissed her gently and said, "I know, baby. Me too." I held her tightly and looked over her head at nothing, and after a bit quietly repeated, "Me too."

We had determined that Sophie's fertile period fell on the next Tuesday and Wednesday. It's a shame that the best nights were weeknights, but that just meant we should start earlier, right? We thought it probably wouldn't hurt if we started on Monday and finished on Thursday too, but that's kind of the way we were. And we figured we'd better not leave the other three days out either, in case her schedule was a little bit off.

Basically, we just went on as normal, but for a week or so, Annette and I would make sure to come inside of Sophie. The rest of the time was business as usual, and we usually had sex at least once a day, although there were days that we didn't do anything of a sexual nature.

The first time Annette did it with Sophie, Amanda and I got so turned on watching them we almost forgot that I was supposed to be saving myself for Sophie. It was incredibly erotic watching Annette's pale little form on top of Sophie, the two of them kissing while Annette's little hard cock was sliding in and out of Sophie's tight snatch. I had come up with the idea of massaging Annette's prostate to give her a bigger orgasm, hoping it would contribute something to our baby-making plan, and I was busily working a finger in her asshole, rubbing methodically across her p-spot. She started thrusting harder, and I felt her sphincter grip my finger as she began to dump her load into Sophie. I mentally pictured sperm swimming upstream, searching for an egg. I continued to massage her prostate until she was done. Annette didn't have very big loads, but they were composed of semen, so who knows?

Sophie and Annette kissed while Annette grew softer, and when she pulled out, I quickly moved into position. I slid smoothly into Sophie, the feeling of Annette's slimy spunk causing my body to tingle. I wasn't here to make love to Sophie so much as I was to deposit as much sperm into her as I could, but I still wanted it to feel good for her.

Amanda took Annette's cock into her mouth and cleaned her up, and Annette said, "Oh, Amanda. She felt so good. I wish you could feel that." Amanda let Annette's cock go with a little 'pop' and replied, "I'm happy with the way she tastes. Yummy!" Annette laughed as Amanda moved up to kiss her.

Sophie and I were slowly moving to meet each other as I plunged in and out of her hot snatch. We kissed, writhed and pushed against each other, enjoying the feelings we each gave the other. Her pert breasts pushed against me, her nipples hard against my skin as we moved together. The feeling of her tight pussy gripping my shaft was exquisite, as always. I could never take much of her loving before climaxing, and tonight was no different. In fact, as worked up as I was from watching Annette beforehand, I didn't last nearly as long.

I moaned into her mouth and pushed deeply into her, my hot spunk rushing out to fill her. We clutched each other tightly as I continued to jerk and thrust into her, my movements losing intensity as my orgasm wound down. I stayed soaking in her for a bit longer, just enjoying the sensation of her hot depths clutching me, then slowly backed out, a little dollop of my semen following my exit. Amanda quickly dove down to lick it up, and Sophie softly ran her fingers through Amanda's hair while Amanda gently licked.

Annette and I lay on the bed near Sophie, cuddling and kissing, and Annette said to me, "Oh David, that felt so good, being inside of her. The only other woman I've been with is Amanda and we never did that."

I said, "I'm glad you got to feel that, baby. You'll get to do it some more, at least until we can get her pregnant, and I don't imagine she'll want you to stop after that. Watching you two was so hot, Amanda and I almost lost control." Annette beamed at me at me and we continued to kiss. Sophie and Amanda lay near us doing the same thing.

Things went along pretty much like that for the next week, and then we all went back to our normal sexual program.

Actually, we didn't always have sex as a group. We may all have been in the same bed, but it was often Annette and I on one side and Amanda and Sophie on the other. If one couple got rolling, the other would get stirred up and start in too. Nobody ever discouraged the others from joining, sometimes it just worked out that way. I suspect Annette was the cornerstone - neither of them could keep their hands off her any more than I could.

The wedding plans were made and invitations sent out. It was going to be a small ceremony in our back yard. Amanda was the Maid of Honor, and I asked my brother if he could make it down from Alaska to be my Best Man. He said he wouldn't miss it for the world. I had called my parents and told them, and Annette did the same with hers. My Mom was overjoyed, and Dad offered his congratulations. Mom had been happy when I bought a home and "settled down," but the marriage seemed to make it solid for her.

Once the busy-ness of planning the wedding was taken care of, our lives returned to a somewhat normal state. We continued to try to get Sophie pregnant, and if the enthusiasm with which we approached it could be bottled, there would never be a labor shortage in the world.

One evening I arrived home to find Annette there alone. That's not a problem, just a bit unusual. I got my usual welcome-home kiss and asked her, "Where's Amanda and Sophie?"

"They went to visit Sophie's parents. They'll be home in a few hours," Annette replied.

"So," I said with a lecherous grin, "we're alone?"

Annette's eyes glittered as she said, "Yes, we are, but what difference does that make?"

"None," I said as I pulled her tightly to me. "I just like the sound of it."

Annette chuckled and looked at me with bedroom eyes. I said quietly, "That's exactly the way you look at me when they're here." She moved up to kiss me, softly, just a light contact of the lips and said in a voice so soft I almost couldn't hear it, "That's the way I feel when they're here." We kissed and touched each other for a few minutes, just happy to be with each other again.

I stripped out of my riding clothes and got into a pair of shorts, heading to our home gym for a workout before eating. Annette joined me there, and we did sets together while visiting about our day. After our workout, we showered together, again spending a lot of time kissing and touching, before sitting down to dinner. Annette had prepared a light meal for just the two of us, since Amanda and Sophie were gone.

We cleaned up the dishes and put away the leftovers, then drifted into the living room for some snuggle time. Annette put on a little mood music and came to join me on the couch. We sat together with her snuggled up under my arm, her fingers playing lightly through the hair on my chest, while I teased and fondled one breast through her light shirt. When I could take it no longer, I sat up and pulled her shirt over her head, placing it on the couch next to me, then snuggling her back in. Skin on skin contact was so much better.

We sat like this for a bit, and I leaned over to kiss the top of her head. She looked up at me, a peaceful smile on her face and we began to kiss. I started to slowly fall over, pulling her with me as we continued kissing. Soon she was laying on me as we kissed, my fingers were running lightly up and down her back, caressing her buttocks, whispering up and down across her skin.

We were like that when Amanda and Sophie came through the door, Amanda hollering out, "Yoo hoo! Anybody home?" We heard Sophie shush her, "Quiet, we don't want to disturb them if they're making love." Amanda said indignantly, "We do if we're not there." Annette was looking at me, her beautiful eyes dancing with merriment, shaking with quiet laughter. I was doing the same. Amanda was a real piece of work, and I thank the stars for the day we met.

Suddenly I saw Amanda's face pop over the back of the couch, a mischievous smile on her face. "There's the lovebirds!"

Annette laughed and asked, "How did you know we were here?"

Amanda said, "I saw your little tootsies, honey. They're hanging off the end of the couch. Besides, you always turn off the music before you go into the bedroom."

I laughed and said, "Dang, given away by tootsies and music."

Sophie's face showed up next to Amanda's, a wide smile on her face. "Hi, guys," she said. We greeted her and asked how their date had gone. They joined us in the living room and gave us a rundown of their evening with Sophie's parents. It sounded like they were pretty nice people, from everything I heard.

Sophie and Amanda always sat in the loveseat, and Annette and I always sat on the couch. I suspected this was because Annette and I were more often inclined to become horizontal and superimposed, but it was probably because we could face each other while we visited. Whatever the reason, those were our preferred locations.

Amanda and Sophie got up to take showers, and Annette and I drifted into the bedroom, careful to leave the music on just to mess up Amanda's program.

We lay down on the bed, returning to our kissing and touching, but this time Annette was fondling me, the softness of her little hand bringing me to full hardness in just a few strokes. She moved over and reached to the nightstand for the lube, then sat up on my stomach, her little cock tickling me as she moved. She lubed herself up, then reached back to lube me, returning the lube to the nightstand and cleaning her hand.

She sat back, holding my cock in position while she slowly got it started, then leaned forward on my chest and began rocking back and forth, my cock sinking deeper each time she went back. When she was bottomed out, she lay down on top of me again, her cock against my stomach. I caressed her back with my fingers while we made slow back and forth movements with our bodies, just enough to keep us energized.

Sophie and Amanda came out of the bathroom, and immediately saw my cock up Annette's butt. It was hard to miss, since the bathroom door opened facing the foot of the bed. I heard Amanda moan, "They're doing it to me again," and Sophie giggled. Annette looked up at me with an impish grin. Amanda went out to the living room and turned off the music and lights, then came back into the bedroom.

Amanda and Sophie lay down next to us, Amanda poking me in the ribs and whispering, "You snot," before kissing Sophie briefly and moving into a 69 position. Sophie was on top this time, which was a little different for them. Maybe they arm-wrestled for position and Sophie won. Sophie was pretty buff, even though Amanda was no slouch. Annette lifted her head from my chest and turned it toward them so she could watch.

Sophie slid her pussy back and forth over Amanda's face while licking Amanda's slot. I saw that Amanda was using one of our toys with Sophie while they played, and I wondered why. I'd have to ask about that later. They were busily going at each other and I wasn't going to interrupt a beautiful play session.

Annette and I languidly made love, enjoying the contact with each other. I was aware of the tightness of her little fanny and her breasts on my stomach, and focused on them, closing my eyes. She was rocking back and forth on my body while I was flexing forward with my hips, and the delicious contact with her body was scintillating. I ran my fingers lightly up and down her back as we moved, and soon began pushing more urgently into her. I was feeling the tingle, and she could tell.

She sat up, leaning her hands on my chest again, and began lifting further up, sliding down with more force, tightening her sphincter on me and increasing our pleasure. Her own movements became faster, too, I grabbed a little boobie in each hand and squeezed, tweaking the nipples, and in moments she tensed and fired a load of her hot semen onto my stomach, her asshole gripping me as she orgasmed. I moaned with the feeling, and a short time later I came inside of her, plunging up into her, lifting her little body up with my hard thrusts, and she closed her eyes, moaning at the feeling of my hard cock throbbing inside of her.

I began to relax my thrusts, Annette still making jerky pushes down onto me as she shivered out the last of her orgasm. Her soft cock was splashing into her own little puddle of spunk with the last of her trembling movements. We held together like this briefly before she slowly moved up, my softening cock gently sliding out of her behind and falling onto my stomach. Annette quickly swapped positions, and as she was shifting, I saw Sophie watching us with a little smile.

I grinned at her and she smiled at me, her eyes twinkling, before turning her attention back to Amanda's beautiful pussy. Annette plopped her dripping asshole onto my face while she began cleaning my cock, licking and sucking me for a bit, then licking the little puddle of her own spunk. Her tongue on my stomach was so titillating, I felt like I should start getting hard again, but that was all in my mind. After I had cleaned her sweet asshole, I licked her balls, then moved her back just a little so I could suck her little cock into my mouth, cleaning the last bit of her cum off.

Annette lifted her leg over my head, and then lay back down, snuggled against me in a way that allowed her to watch Sophie and Amanda. We snuggled and touched each other while they worked themselves to orgasm. I reached out to lightly run my hand down Sophie's haunch as she was coming on Amanda's face, enjoying the feeling of her muscular buttock as it tensed and pushed with her orgasm.

When they were each finished, Sophie turned to lay on top of Amanda, and the two of them exchanged a kiss. I noticed that Sophie also had a toy and had been using it on Amanda, which reminded me that I was going to ask about that.

Annette lifted her head and said to them, "That was so beautiful. I love watching you two with each other."

Sophie turned to look at her and smiled. She said, "That's the way we feel about you guys. Watching you gets us turned on."

I asked, "What's with the toys tonight? You don't usually use them."

Sophie and Amanda started to speak at the same time, then Sophie said, "You tell him."

Amanda laughed and looked at me. "It's just something we talked about when we were coming back from her parents. Most of the time you're there for . . . um, internal stimulation, and we both had something to say about the difference between you and a dildo." She looked at Sophie and asked, "So, what do you think?"

Sophie laughed and looked at me and Annette. "I still prefer the real thing, even when I'm not trying to make a baby."

Amanda hugged her and said, "Me too. I guess we just wanted to verify it."

Annette hugged me tightly and said rapturously, "Me toooo." We all laughed at her and the talk became desultory until we drifted off to sleep.

I woke up first the next morning, which was normal, and disengaged myself gently from Annette before standing and going to the bathroom for my morning ablutions. I took a quick shower and drifted naked into the kitchen to start the coffee. We all liked fresh-ground beans, and since I was usually the one making it I had it down to a drill. Within minutes the coffee machine was running, the smell of fresh coffee filling the room.

Sophie came wandering out, with that soft, sleepy morning look that I so much enjoy seeing on a woman, her body taut and glowing, and poured herself a cup of coffee. I gave her a good morning hug and kiss and we sat at the dining table and chatted while we sipped our first cup. About halfway down the cup, she looked at me with her eyes twinkling and said, "It's just about time to break out the pregnancy test."

My eyes lit up and I exclaimed, "Really?" I walked around behind her and hugged her while she sat, my hands giving her firm breasts a squeeze, and I said quietly in her ear, "That's awesome!" One of her hands came up to rest on mine as it held her breast and she qualified her remark, "I'm just a little late, not for the first time. It could be nothing, but of course I'm hoping, so maybe I'm reading a little more into it than I should be."

I kissed the top of her head and said, "Well, I am too, so that's alright." I held her for a moment more, then sat back down.

I asked her, "If it's true, are you going to tell Amanda first?"

She replied, "I've thought about that. I think I'll let you all know at once, maybe at breakfast or dinner. It's something that we've all worked on, so I don't feel right telling one person before anybody else, even Amanda." She shrugged and looked at me, "I hope that doesn't sound bad, it's just the way I thought I should do it."

I told her, "I don't think Amanda will have a problem with that. She's not easily offended, and your thinking sounds right to me. Besides, she'll be so excited to hear the news she won't even think about how you announce it."

Sophie smiled at me and said, "I thought that too." Our eyes met for a while, her eyes sparkling at the thought of being pregnant, and I felt a moment of overwhelming love for this woman. Something must have shown in my eyes, because hers seemed to get a little bigger as she looked at me.

I said quietly, "You're awesome, and I love you for it."

Her eyes softened and she said, "I know, I've felt the love from you and Amanda ever since that first night, almost from the time I first met you. I've never been happier than I am now with you three."

I smiled and said, "You know, I can't count the number of times I've been thankful for meeting Amanda all those years ago. She introduced me to Annette, and now you. I can only imagine what my life would be like if I had never met her."

Sophie agreed, saying, "She's really one of a kind, and I've been blessed to get to know her. I really was excited when she asked me to dinner that night, and I had no idea how it would turn out. Well," she qualified, "I think I had an idea of how that night might turn out, but not long term." She smiled impishly at me and continued, "She raved about what great lovers you and Annette were, so I knew where her brain was going."

I laughed and said, "She's like our starting pistol. Everything runs from the moment she says 'go,' and tends to keep going until we cross the finish line."

Sophie studied me for a bit, then said, "No, you and Annette are really the starting pistol. I've noticed that Amanda follows your lead a lot. She might move us in a certain direction, but you and Annette get it started. You two really do have a unique love. I've never seen two people that care for each other more than you two do."

I thought about it for a little while and then said, "I see what you mean. I never thought of it that way. Annette and I do it so naturally, we never have to plan anything, it just happens and we're always in synch." I looked at her for a bit and went on, "I don't know how our love compares to anybody else's, I only know how we are with each other. All I can see is her."

Sophie tapped my hand emphatically and said, "That's just what makes it so unique. I really noticed it that first night, but didn't have the words for it. Now that I've come to know you, I can't see either of you with anybody else. It just doesn't fit. I can't think of Dave without thinking of Annette, nor think of Annette without thinking of you." She paused a bit, then said, "You really are one."

I nodded slowly, "That's exactly what it feels like when we're together. I can't wait to get home just so I can touch her again, and be with her." I sat up a bit and said, "Yeah, that's it. It's like she's a piece that I'm missing until I'm back with her."

Sophie nodded and said, "I know."

My coffee was about gone, so I asked her if she'd like a refill. She accepted and I took our cups to the coffee maker and poured them full. Just as I returned the pot to the coffee maker, her arms went around me. She pressed her body into mine and rested her head on my shoulder. I leaned back against her and lightly ran my fingers along her forearms. We stood like that briefly, then I turned around. Her arms went around my waist and I kissed her softly, then took her in my arms, my hard cock a conspicuous comment on my arousal.

We hugged like that for a minute, then she moved her hips back and pushed my throbbing prick down until it slipped between her thighs, then moved her hips around until it slipped into her hot pussy. She trembled in my arms as I pushed up, and we made slow love standing there in the kitchen, until I came in a trembling orgasm, and she squeezed me tightly as my cock pulsed and throbbed inside of her, filling her with my hot seed.

When I had finished and was standing there weak-kneed, she tipped her head back, looking at me with lidded eyes, her lips slightly parted, and we kissed long and passionately until my softening prick slipped out of her. She slowly let go of me and went to her knees on the kitchen floor, taking my cock in hand and licking it clean.

When she finished I took her gently by the shoulders, lifting her and turning her back against the counter. She spread her legs a bit and it was my turn to kneel before her. I slowly, lovingly licked and cleaned her out, then just continued to nibble and suckle until she had her own orgasm. When she was finished, I rose up and took her in my arms again. We held each other like that for a few minutes until Annette came padding up behind me and wrapped her arms around both of us.

We opened our eyes, and I turned to include Annette in our embrace, and the three of us just stood there for a while, enjoying the moment.

When Amanda came out, showered and ready for the day, the three of us were sitting at the dining table talking. Amanda went around and gave each of a good morning kiss, then sat at her spot, her coffee cup already filled and there for her.

She took her first sip, then said, "I wish somebody would have told me we were going to work naked this morning. I wouldn't have got dressed." We laughed and I got quickly up to go shower. I had been a bit distracted and wasn't paying attention to the time. I asked Annette, "Care to join me? Conserve water?" She smiled beautifully at me and without saying a word got up and took my hand. We showered together and got dressed, me in my riding clothes, joking and laughing about nothing in particular, and then Sophie came through for hers. She blew me a little kiss as she went into the bathroom and I hurried out to head off to work.

I lingered over my goodbye kiss with Annette, cognizant of the fact I was going to be away from her all day, then kissed Amanda, snatched up my pack and went out to the garage for my bike. In a minute I was powering down the road, off for another day.

For days afterward I would meet Sophie's eyes across the dining room table, breakfast and dinner, waiting for her to give the word. She just looked at me enigmatically and never gave any indication one way or the other.

Then one morning at breakfast when our eyes met, I noticed a little twinkle. I kept a straight face but my heart started racing. Sophie took a sip of her coffee and put it down, then casually said, "We might want to pick up the speed on that nursery." I grinned broadly at her. Annette and Amanda were confused at first, then seemed to understand at the same time, both of them squealing and running over to hug and kiss on her. I just sat there watching with a big grin on my face. Sophie's eyes met mine across the table as she was being mauled by the mavens, and her radiant smile was the purest form of beauty. The first day, and motherhood was already leaving its mark on her.

It was wedding time, and my brother Todd arrived from Alaska to spend a few days with us before the event. He was two years older than me, very similar in appearance, and once seeing us together, nobody questioned that we were brothers. We had a lot of the same mannerisms from growing up together, and Annette once laughed and said it was like watching me talk to myself. I said, "Yeah, but I never win arguments with him."

Todd laughed and said, "He never had to win an argument. When I was getting the best of him, he'd just thump me." We laughed together. It wasn't quite like that, but I was a little more aggressive than he was when we were kids. Whenever he ever made me angry and saw the look in my eyes, his eyes would grow wide and he'd run for the house. I would see red, and there was no such thing as "fair fighting" when I got like that. I was always friendly at school, but by the time I was in fifth grade, even the bullies knew to leave me alone.

The girls sat with us as we reminisced, laughing along with us. At one point Todd looked at Annette and said, "Your picture doesn't do you justice, and he sent me some beautiful pictures of you." Annette looked at me and beamed. I nodded in confirmation and said, "Hand picked. Only the best. And he's right – pictures don't do you justice." She leaned over to kiss me, but we avoided making love with our lips in order to spare him.

I showed him around the house, describing what we had done during the remodel, making sure he knew how much of the work was done by Annette and Amanda, and he nodded approvingly, pointing out and discussing features that he liked in particular. I took him into the office to show him some before and after pictures, and when I shook the mouse to wake up the computer, I remembered that Amanda had her picture of Annette and me at the lake as her screen saver. It was too late, and the picture popped up. Todd immediately leaned in to look closer and said, "Wow, that's an amazing picture."

I was a bit embarrassed and said, "You weren't supposed to see that. I forgot that Amanda had that there or we'd have changed it."

He quickly said, "No, it's a great shot. You look like Adam and Eve or something. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

I looked at him gratefully and said, "Thanks, but I think I'll just change it now before Mom and Dad see it." He laughed and nodded, replying, "Yeah, I don't think Mom would have quite the appreciation for it that I do."

When we finished looking at pictures and discussing the remodel work, I led him back out of the office. Annette walked up to us with a wide smile, holding a cool Guinness out for each of us. I had told her that Todd would drink it too, so she felt confident opening one for each of us.

I said, "Thanks, baby," and gave her a kiss. Again we kept it brief, but apparently Todd was not fooled. As I led him to the back yard to show him what we had done out there, he said with a mischievous smirk, "You two need to cool it down a bit when the folks get here."

I looked at him, not understanding. "Cool what down?"

Todd laughed and said, "The way you look at each other when you kiss. I was almost embarrassed."

I was surprised. "Really?" I asked. I didn't know how we looked when we kissed, especially when we were making an effort to keep it simple.

He said quietly, "She's perfect for you. I'm glad for you, little brother."

I looked at him for a bit, then said, "Yeah, she is. Thanks." I held my beer out and he clinked the neck of his against it. "To Dave and Annette." I raised mine and we each took a swig. I then continued the tour and he never mentioned it again.

Sophie was still not showing, and was able to wear a beautiful form-fitting dress as a bridesmaid. We had a few of my friends from work and a few of Annette's friends, and of course our families. There were no more than twenty people total in attendance, not counting the preacher. The day was perfect, although there was a bit of a problem when Amanda realized she couldn't be the Maid of Honor and photographer at the same time.

One of Amanda's co-workers was a competent photographer, so Amanda went over the camera with her and grudgingly allowed somebody else to take the photos.

When Annette came out of the house to be given away, my heart stopped at her beauty. She looked ethereal, all in white, with her light blonde hair and creamy skin, smiling radiantly at me as she was walked down the aisle by her father. Todd nudged me with his elbow, but kept a straight face, and I mumbled out of the corner of my mouth, "I know."

I stepped up to take her hand, and my heart slowly returned from my throat to its proper place in my chest. We faced each other and exchanged vows, and when the preacher pronounced us married, I saw that Amanda and Sophie were both crying, tears streaming down their faces and wearing big smiles. I think Annette was the only one who wasn't; she had already made her position clear, and this was just a show for the authorities and our audience. We kissed and Todd said loud enough for me to hear him over the clapping, "It's OK, now. You don't need to cool it anymore." My shoulders shook with laughter as we kissed. When our kiss was finished, I walked to Amanda and said to her, "I've said it before, but I'll say it again: thank you." She couldn't speak, and just nodded while she cried and laughed at the same time.

The reception was just a matter of everybody spreading out and visiting. Annette's parents had sprung for a caterer and it was ready to go. I saw my parents take a table with her parents, and it looked like they were all getting along great.

When the crowd had diminished and it was just the girls, Todd and I, he was getting ready to leave. He kissed each of the girls goodbye, enveloping Annette in his arms and giving her a long, gentle hug, then said, "See you, Sis." She kissed him softly on the cheek and said in her gentle voice, "We'll see you later."

He came over to embrace me and we held each other for a bit. He stepped back and said, "If you ever want to come get eaten alive by large, fur-bearing mosquitoes, let me know and I'll guide you to the best spots." I laughed at him and said, "Don't be surprised if we take you up on that."

He had bought us a week on an island off the Washington/Oregon coast for our honeymoon, and Annette and I were already packed and ready to go. We kissed the girls goodbye and headed out for our honeymoon.

The week on the island was wonderful. It's not that we did anything different; it's just that we were alone and didn't have a schedule. We hiked the entire island, and stopped whenever the mood struck us to kiss and touch, or even love on one another. We had a fire in the fire pit in the evenings, and sat for hours watching the dancing flames, holding on to each other, gently touching, not saying a word. We had a very comfortable relationship, and didn't feel the need to fill silence with noise.

We lay together at night, snuggling, touching and loving, and woke up rested whenever we decided the time was right. It was a supremely relaxing week, and we made a note to thank my brother when we got back. It was the sort of thing that a couple should do anyway, never mind a honeymoon.

When we returned home on Friday afternoon the girls were still at work, so we unpacked our stuff, talking quietly about what a fine time it had been. Annette put on a light summer dress and we went for a short walk, getting used to being back in civilization, holding hands and talking desultorily, just strolling.

As we were returning home, Amanda drove past, honking excitedly and raising a ruckus in the otherwise quiet neighborhood. Annette and I looked at each other and laughed. Our girlfriend, she was crazy. Amanda met us at the driveway, a broad smile on her face, and she ran out to hug Annette, kissing her loudly on the forehead, then throwing a liplock on me. She dragged us back into the house, demanding to know all the steamy details. We sat down in our seats, and since she really knew all the steamy details, we spent the next half hour telling her about walking around the island, watching the birds and marine life, sitting in front of the fire, all the things that really mattered.

When we finished she looked proudly at us, like two kids who had presented a good report card, and said, "It sounds wonderful. I have some news for you, too, but we'll wait for Sophie to get home." She looked at the clock and said, "She should be coming in any minute."

Annette and I got up to start preparing dinner while Amanda changed out of her work clothes. Sophie came through the door about ten minutes later, squealing with delight when she saw us and running over to give Annette a hug. She hugged and kissed Annette, then gave me a big kiss. Amanda came out of the office and greeted her with a kiss and hug, saying, "I didn't say anything to them. I thought you should be the one."

Annette and I smiled at Sophie, puzzled, and watched her expectantly. Her eyes bright, she said, "I had my first appointment with the OB/Gyn this week. They said it's developing normally and is perfectly healthy at this point. They did an ultrasound, but there's really not much to see yet."

Annette and I both went over to hug her, Annette saying, "Oh, Sophie, that's great. We're so excited!"

Sophie beamed at us, then said, "Let me go change, I'll be right out."

We ate dinner, acting like friends reunited after a long separation, and Annette and I had to recount our time on the island for Sophie, but this time we had a lot of extra amusing commentary from Amanda, as she put her own spin on what we had told her. We laughed and dined, and when the meal was ended and was cleaned up, we all retired to the living room to relax.

As Amanda was sitting down, she said, "Boy, I sure am glad you're back. I want to feel your hard prick pounding into me. I've been wanting that for the past couple of days." Nothing Amanda said surprised any of us anymore, and we all just laughed at her, Sophie nodding confirmation.

"Oh, yes," Sophie said with a wide smile. "The last two nights she's been talking about nothing but that." She looked slyly at Amanda and asked, "Did you tell them anything else about that?"

Amanda looked at her with a little smile and said, "Not yet, I was saving that for later, but I guess now is as good as ever."

Amanda looked at us and paused, and I saw Sophie squeeze her hand, smiling at us with her eyes sparkling. Amanda looked over at her again, the hesitation unusual for her, and Sophie encouraged her with her eyes. Amanda took a deep breath and said, "Would you guys mind making a baby with me, too?"

Annette squeezed my hand tightly and I looked down at her. Her eyes were twinkling and said yes more than any words she could have used. I looked back at Amanda and said, "When did you want to start?" Amanda smiled broadly and replied, "We talked about it the night you two left, and I stopped taking my birth control right then. I was pretty sure you'd say yes." She looked back and forth between Annette and me and went on, "I don't think anything will happen right away, but what's wrong with starting now?"

Annette and I were all for that, having missed our friends as much as they had missed us.

We began removing our clothes as soon as we stood up, and were mostly naked by the time we got to the bedroom. Amanda loudly announced as she lay down on the bed, "I am sooo ready for this!" We all laughed at her and I looked at Sophie.

"Sophie, would you like to get her ready while I get Annette ready?" I asked.

Sophie eagerly agreed, and lay down between Amanda's legs, ducking her face into Amanda's snatch and beginning to rapidly lick and suck, her hard, tanned body looking so sexy there between Amanda's creamy thighs. Annette sat down on the edge of the bed and I began kissing and sucking on her little cock. Annette was hard about the time Sophie brought Amanda to her first orgasm, and I stopped sucking before Annette got too far along.

Sophie slid back onto the floor and stood up, while Amanda spread her legs and pulled her knees up. Annette moved in, positioning her hard little cock at Amanda's wet hole and slowly inserting it. She lay down on Amanda, her body looking so small against Amanda's larger frame, and began humping slowly up and down.

I pulled Sophie to me and gave her a kiss, tasting Amanda's sweet juices in her mouth. I whispered to her, "This is how it looked when Annette was making love to you. Now you know why Amanda and I almost couldn't wait for her to finish." Sophie smiled and nodded, then looked over at me and said, "Hot." I laughed and hugged her to me, teasing one firm breast with my hand while we watched Annette and Amanda.

Amanda was talking to Annette, encouraging her, demanding, talking dirty, everything she could think of to get what she wanted. I suddenly remembered the prostate thing we had done with Sophie, and jumped for the lube. I had been so distracted watching Annette's cute body I forgot my role. I lubed a finger, then started spreading it on Annette's tight anus, slowly working a finger in until I could feel the prostate, then rubbing it briskly while she continued to ride Amanda. I heard Annette moan, and knew I was on the right spot as I felt her butt tighten around my finger.

It was only a minute later that Annette suddenly lurched forward into Amanda, her cock pulsing her load into Amanda's hot hole, gripping my finger as I massaged her prostate enthusiastically. Annette was jerking and twitching on my finger, thrusting into Amanda with every ounce of her little body.

When Annette finished, panting and pink from exertion, I played briefly with her cute little butt just because it was cute and fun, and she backed out. She turned to smile at me, knowing what I had been doing, gave me a quick kiss and moved aside so I could take over. Amanda smiled at me and said, "Give it to me, big boy. Fuck me hard. I want to feel the house shake." Sophie laughed and said, "She's been talking like that for days. Please, save her from herself."

Ah, Amanda. You keep our days lively. I smiled at her as the head of my cock touched her cleft, took her knees in my elbows, slowly leaned forward . . . and paused. She growled at me, "You'd better get with it or I'm going to hurt you." We all laughed and I slammed home. She cried out, "Yes! Yes!" I pummeled her swiftly, admiring her ability to take it as hard as I could give it, and want more, and harder, and faster.

I don't know if the house shook, but the bed certainly was. Annette and Sophie were gently bouncing up and down watching us, and Amanda was slowly being moved toward the headboard. Amanda kept telling me what she wanted, offering all sorts of unsolicited direction and advice as I kept up a steady whamwhamwhamwham into her, but she was also very encouraging, with every fourth word or so being "Yes!"

It was glorious, and the sweat broke out on both of us, and was soon pouring off of me onto her, and from her to the sheets, and I kept expecting to see little splashes radiating outward from her body. We kept this up until my hard cock erupted inside of her, pouring a hot bath of sticky spunk into her womb as she cheered me on until I finally gave out, collapsing on top of her, gasping, her knees slipping out from behind my arms, wrapping around me to hold me in place while she kissed me hard, the way Amanda tends to do, and I worked to recover my breath while trying to breathe through her mouth. It was difficult, but not unenjoyable.

Making a baby with Amanda was going to be interesting.

I felt Annette's hand on my back. I could tell it was Annette's because of the ultimate softness of her touch. I tried to roll over but Amanda wasn't ready to let me go yet. Whatever. I relaxed and enjoyed laying on top of her while she performed mouth-to-mouth on me.

I heard muffled sniggering and turned to see Sophie looking at us, her eyes wide and laughing, and she said, "I've never seen it done quite like that before."

I mumbled back, "Amanda doesn't do anything like it's been done before. Ever." Sophie burst out laughing, and Amanda squeezed me harder, then finally released me. I rolled off and eased over a little bit. Annette approached me giggling, then licked and cleaned my soft cock. Sophie had moved down to clean and suckle Amanda, and soon brought her to orgasm with her oral attentions.

When Amanda had her breath back, she said, "Wow, thanks Dave! That makes up for the whole week you were gone." She laughed as she rolled over and planted another big kiss on me, then kissed Annette and said, "Thanks for bringing him back, honey. I missed you two." Annette smiled at her and replied innocently, "Now I remember why we needed the vacation." We all laughed at her, and she smiled gently at us.

Amanda and I took a shower together, lazily cleaning each other, occasionally stopping to embrace and kiss, and I was happy to realize that she was as worn out as I was. She was suddenly very attentive to me, more so than usual even. She always was solicitous to all of us, her heart worn on her sleeve for anybody she liked, but this . . .

I remembered when I had first met Annette, how I realized how much I had always liked this woman, and still did. If I hadn't met Annette, it's quite possible I would be married to Amanda now.

Remarkably, Amanda conceived fairly quickly. It was almost disappointing, given the fun we were having. All these years and not the first sign, but as soon as she wants a baby, boom! I had heard anecdotal stories that sometimes a pregnant woman nearby helps others conceive more easily, and I wondered if there was any truth to that. It looked like we were going to have two babies with months of each other. This was going to be a significant change to our lives.

We weren't concerned about knowing the sex of the babies; to the contrary, we wanted it to be a surprise. Sophie and Amanda glowed with motherhood, and Annette hovered around them like a butterfly, not wanting them to work too hard, and in fact almost spoiling them. I was always ready to jump up and help, but Annette set a high bar for attentiveness.

On Sophie's trim frame, her pregnancy appeared to be uncomfortable, but she always smiled and never mentioned any discomfort. Amanda looked far more relaxed with it, as she did with pretty much anything she did. The visits to the doctors continued to show normal, healthy development, and we all gathered around Sophie to feel when the baby kicked. She smiled at us, a proud mommy, and enjoyed the exclamations we made when we felt movement.

Sophie was attended by all three of us at the birth, and Amanda cracked, "Heather Has Two Mommies, pff. Three and a daddy is the way to go!" Sophie even laughed in her discomfort, and it wasn't too awful long before she gave birth to a beautiful little girl - with a light dusting of fine blonde hair! Sophie beamed at us while we oohed and ahhed over the beautiful new life. I held Annette while she cried with joy, and whispered to her, "You have your baby." She nodded and smiled, tears streaming down her cheeks, unable to speak.

For purposes of propriety, we told the attendants that I was the father. It was obvious to us though, who the real father was. We couldn't have been happier. We all knew how Annette felt about having a baby, and although she hadn't borne it, it was hers.

Sophie named her Shannon, a name she had selected because she liked it and it would work with either sex.

Shannon was lifting her head and looking around about the time Amanda was giving birth. She also had a girl, but it was obviously mine. Shannon and Sophie were also present at that birth, and Shannon had a sister to play with. Amanda named her Shelley, after one of her favorite poets. I kissed Amanda and said, "Thank goodness she looks like you, dear." Amanda beamed at us; our family increased by one more.

Child rearing is much easier with four parents involved, and the girls never knew anything else. We convinced Annette that she could quit work, that the three of us would be more than able to provide for all of us, allowing her to stay home and be a mommy. Annette blossomed when she had two little ones to care for, and she always had the evenings off when we got home and took over to give her some respite. Nobody expected one person to be responsible for getting up at night to be with a cranky child, and we all took turns. If one of them made so much as a peep, one of us would jump right up to take care of it. Whoever got there first won, and the girls were remarkably easy to care for as infants. They really didn't cry very much at all. Maybe with all the attention they didn't need to.

I even surprised myself with how much I enjoyed being a daddy, and if my biking tapered off a bit, I didn't mind. I could still ride the stationary bicycle in the gym to keep in shape, and when the kids got older we planned to put them into trailers and haul them with us. When they could sit up on their own, we quickly returned to our biking, we just didn't move quite so fast. The movement of the trailer over the pavement had a similar effect to taking a child for a drive, but we always rode with one person behind the trailer to keep an eye on them.

Sophie regained her form quite quickly, and Amanda was slowly shedding the extra pounds she had put on, although she was still a strikingly beautiful woman. Amanda was always playing with the girls, sitting on the floor and carrying on with them, and she kept them smiling with her own buoyant personality.

Amanda and Sophie were carpooling now, they only worked a mile apart and they enjoyed driving together. I still biked to and from work, and now had two little ones to return to, in addition to my welcome home kisses from the ladies. Shannon and Shelley would toddle up and grab my legs while I was being greeted, and I would take one of them in each arm and alternate kisses between them until they were laughing.

It was going too well. We were entirely too happy with ourselves. One day our world came crashing down.

I arrived home to find Annette sitting at the dining room table, her face covered with tears, and she looked at me with such despair that I think I knew right away what had happened. The absence of Amanda and Sophie said more than words. The girls were napping; she must have put them down on purpose because she usually wanted them there to greet me. My blood ran cold and I felt numb as I dropped my gear and hurried to sit with Annette.

"Babe, what's wrong?" She just looked at me and shook her head, crying. I felt so helpless, and took her in my arms to hold her, asking over and over, "What is it? What's wrong?"

She finally sobbed out, "Amanda and Sophie."

I was in shock. This couldn't be. This can't be happening to us, it can't. We have children, they have children, they have . . . they have to come home.

The details came out a little bit at a time. They were coming home, and as they were passing through an intersection, a big rig ran a red light, the driver either too tired or distracted to realize until it was too late. Amanda was killed instantly. Several other cars were involved, and there was one other fatality.

Amanda. Our beautiful, vibrant Amanda.

Sophie lived a little longer, but there was really no hope. We heard later from the First Responders that she was mumbling when they extracted her, "Amanda. Amanda. Where's Amanda?" They were her last words. Our wonderful Sophie was declared dead on arrival at the hospital.

Sophie was taken from us.

We were shown as the next of kin, and Annette received the call shortly after I had left work. She had no way to reach me while I was riding, and had to wait until I got home to tell me and share her grief. We sat together all night, just holding each other, numb to everything except the girls. When they woke up, we fed them and tried to be happy for them, but they could tell. They kept looking around, understanding that something was missing but unable to ask us about it.

It was heartbreaking, over our already shattered hearts.

And the funerals, two of them in one day. I really don't remember much about them, other than holding Annette and standing, watching as our loved ones were buried beneath the cold earth, and holding Sophie's and Amanda's mothers. They were hurting, too. There was plenty of pain to go around that day.

Amanda and Sophie had each taken out significant life insurance policies, the timing coinciding with the birth of their children, naming each of the others of us as co-beneficiaries. I don't think they ever considered that two would be taken in one terrible moment. Their foresight allowed us to pay off our mortgage and spend time recovering, although our lives were so greatly diminished, I didn't believe we'd ever fully bounce back.

Annette and I have the two beautiful girls, and we need to be strong for them, but it's hard, so hard. It would be easy to retreat into a shell, hold Annette and just sleep, but there are the girls. Every time I look at them, I think of Amanda and Sophie, and I'm so thankful for these beautiful gifts they left with us when they had to go.

The girls continue to grow, and we've made sure to tell them about their wonderful mothers, how alive they were, and funny, and kind and full of love. We have pictures to show them, and they will know how beautiful their mothers were when they are old enough to appreciate it.

Annette and I spent a lot of time going through Amanda's photos, reliving moments we remember so vividly. That's hard, too, because every one of them has a story. A story that we can never live again. I often find myself in the office, looking at the picture of Amanda and Sophie before they jumped into the pond, never realizing when I took it what it would later mean to me. They are so beautiful there, Amanda relaxed and confident, Sophie smiling so brightly.

The shock has worn off, the pain diminished somewhat. Annette and I spend a lot of time holding and touching each other, even more than we used to, and whenever we look at Shannon and Shelley, we're reminded of how fleeting life is, and how precious, and not to take a single moment for granted. We always make sure to let the other know how much we love them, but we don't need use words - we show it.

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