Trent: The Babymaker
Chapter Fourteen
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"That was pretty weird," Molly decided, giggling as we sat together at the back of the bus.
We hadn't really talked about the twins, Angie and Stacy, and how I'd made them pregnant. I'd expected them to be a little more angry with me for breaking up with them like I had, but on the whole, they'd seemed pretty cool about it. Except for calling me a butthead and a jerk, which I was, the twins had been their usual silly selves. Sexy too, and I have to admit that seeing them again had brought back some good memories. Fucking identical thirteen-year-old hotties at the same time in the same bed wasn't something a guy forgets.
"I can't believe you made them both pregnant!"
"Shhh..." I made a face and Molly giggled some more. There weren't a lot of people riding the city bus at eight o'clock on a Friday night, but there were a couple old ladies on their way to bingo sitting nearby.
"Are you really going to talk to their dad?"
"I don't have any choice," I sighed. The twins had made me promise to come to their house in the morning, or else their dad would come to mine.
"My parents would be so mad," Molly said, looking more happy than sympathetic, but she wasn't a boy either.
"Well, it's the responsible thing to do, right?" I shrugged. "Face the music?"
"The responsible thing would be not to knock them up!" She laughed again and bumped me with her shoulder. "You're such a guy, Trent."
"I guess so." I smiled weakly, but I wasn't sure what that meant exactly.
"They're just little kids," she continued. "I knew you liked Randy's little sister, but...Did you knock her up too?"
"Huh?"
"Oh my God! You did!" She clapped her hands with a huge, almost disbelieving grin. "Who else?"
"What do you mean?" I frowned. "It isn't funny."
"I know! It's awesome! Come on, who else?" Molly repeated. "I won't tell anyone, I swear."
"Why are you so happy?" I wondered, narrowing my eyes. She hadn't been acting like this before, but maybe she just had to get used to the idea. Whatever the idea might be.
"You knocked up three girls," she said. "It's cool."
"I thought you said it was irresponsible." I smiled back at her. "You're weird."
"Were they all virgins when you did it?" Molly asked, lowering her voice and leaning closer, enough so her shoulder rubbed against mine.
"They were my girlfriends," I told her. "I'm not going to talk about it."
"Trent!" She pouted and put her hand on my leg, squeezing my thigh. "I'll keep it a secret. I just want to know. Were they all virgins or not?"
"Are you a virgin?" I asked, not looking for an answer, but just to make my point. It really wasn't any of Molly's business and maybe I hadn't treated Jules or the twins fairly, but I still had to respect them.
"Oh. Okay." Molly nodded. "You wanna do it like that?"
"Do what?" I asked with a confused smile.
"Quid pro quo," she said. "I get it. My dad's a lawyer."
"He is?" I didn't even know what language that was.
"So's my mom," Molly said with a shrug. "Yeah. I'm a virgin."
"Uhhh..." I blinked, not expecting her to tell me that.
"Your turn," Molly said. "Were your girlfriends virgins or not?"
"Yeah." I nodded, understanding that I had to trade secrets with her. Or something.
"All three of them?" She giggled and stuck her tongue out at me. "You must be really good at sex, huh?"
"Me? I don't know." I smiled self consciously. "Maybe. You're thinking abut it now, huh?"
"Not really." Molly shrugged. "I'm just wondering if you're gonna be a good boyfriend or not."
"Yeah? Are you my girlfriend now?"
"I'm thinking about it," she said. "Making a list, you know."
"Like what?"
"Like pros and cons, stuff like that." Molly smiled, widening her eyes all innocent-like.
"Uh...What's on it?" I wondered, knowing she was teasing me, but maybe not.
"Well, you're cute," she told me. "That's definitely a pro, but you can't ice skate. That's kind of a con."
"Sorry."
"But I can teach you and that would be fun, so it's kind of a pro, too."
"So, even the pros and cons have pros and cons?" I grinned at her and Molly giggled. I wondered where knocking up three middle school girls fell on her list. She didn't even know about Lisa.
"We're almost there," she said, looking out the window. "Push the button."
I carried Molly's ice skates off the bus and up a curving street lined with trees. She didn't live that far away from me, really. It wasn't very late, only about eight o'clock, and I figured I had a new girlfriend now, whether I wanted one or not. Molly talked most of the way to her house, but not about anything special. She'd point at a house and tell me who lived there. She complained about living so far from the bus stop, although it turned out to be just a couple blocks. It was fun just walking with her.
"Thanks for walking me home, Trent." We stood on the front porch of her house, a large Victorian mansion that must have been a hundred years old.
"Sure." I nodded, wondering what that meant.
"Do you want to call me sometime?" she asked, tilting her head and smiling. She looked up, through her bangs, although she didn't have to. We were almost the same height, but it did make her awfully pretty.
"Yeah. Okay," I agreed, glancing at the front door. Like, weren't we going inside?
"Hold on a sec..." She opened her purse and it jingled like Christmas as she found a pen. "Give me your hand."
"Why?" I smiled as she wrote her phone number across the back of my hand.
"I don't want you to lose it," Molly explained, showing me her tongue. A big light, almost like a chandelier, hung over the porch and her sapphire eyes sparkled.
I wanted to kiss her, but I didn't. We just looked at each other and I felt the same feelings I'd had for Jules knotting up my gut, making my heart swell. I'd sort of felt like that with my other girlfriends too, but definitely with Julie and now with Molly. Somewhere between sitting in the library and walking her home, I'd fallen in love. Real love. I felt kind of dizzy, actually. Self-conscious and sort of shy, but excited like you wouldn't believe. Every part of me tingled.
"Well, I'd better go inside," she said. "I had fun."
"Me too," I said, finally realizing that she wasn't going to ask me in. I felt disappointed, but not confused. Molly wasn't like other girls.
"Buy some skates, okay?" She laughed again and I smiled, nodding quickly.
"I will," I replied, but what I meant was, I'll do whatever you want me to. Maybe she already knew that. "Oh, uh...Here."
I handed over her skate case, a pink one with a lot of stickers on it and her name printed neatly on the side. We looked at each other some more and I didn't know if she was waiting for a kiss or not. I wanted to kiss her, like I said, but I had this voice in my head telling me not to. She expected me to kiss her, I thought, and I wanted to surprise her. Maybe. I didn't really understand it to tell the truth. Why didn't I kiss her?
"Good night, Molly," I said.
"Bye." She didn't look surprised, only happy as she opened the door and went inside her house. Molly waved her fingers when she closed it behind her.
On my way back down the street, walking towards the bus stop, I didn't even feel the sidewalk. I hadn't felt like this since me and Jules had skipped school together. That had been the best day of my life -- Until now. Molly was the first girl I'd ever fallen in love with that I hadn't fucked first, and that's a very strange thought to have. What would it be like to make her pregnant? I hadn't even kissed her yet.
I hoped the bus would come quickly; I couldn't wait to get home and call her.
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"Hi Trent!" Molly answered on the first ring.
"Hi, uh...How did you know it was me?"
"Woman's intuition," she replied.
"Oh."
"Plus I know the bus schedule and you said you live on Cedar, so..."
"Yeah. Okay, Miss Smarty-pants."
"God! Call me anything else," she said with a giggle. "It sounds like I'm a geek."
"No," I sighed, getting comfortable on my parents' bed. "You're definitely not that."
"Definitely."
"But you are smart though," I said. "And pretty and funny and..."
"I'm pretty?"
"Well, when you're mad, I mean."
"Shut-up!" Molly laughed again.
We didn't say anything for a long ten seconds.
"Hey, um...Trent?"
"I'm here."
"Thanks for being so nice tonight."
"Sure. Yeah." I shrugged. "Why wouldn't I be nice?"
"No, I mean thanks for not kissing me."
"Oh."
"That was really sweet," she told me.
"It was?" I didn't quite understand that, but I wanted to. I wanted to know everything about the girl, you know?
"My mom was watching us," Molly said. "You really impressed her."
"Cool." I smiled at that.
"You impressed me too," she whispered. "Um...Did you want to though?"
"Kiss you?" I cleared my throat and I didn't know what she wanted to hear. "Yeah. I wanted to, but..."
"But what?"
"I didn't want to ruin anything," I told her. "Why are we whispering?"
"I don't know." Molly giggled. "My boyfriend never called me before."
"Am I really your boyfriend?"
"Don't you want to be?"
"Yeah," I said, smiling. "More than anything."
"You just have to learn to ice skate."
"I know."
"There's this town in Sweden," Molly said. "Every year they have a big dance and everyone has to ice skate."
"They do?"
"Uh-huh. I wish they did that here," she sighed. "Like the Prom or something. We could dance on the ice."
"I'd probably break my leg," I told her, not really joking at all.
"Do you have a date yet?"
"For what?"
"The Prom," Molly said, and I could hear her smile. "You're taking me. Right?"
"We're in tenth grade," I reminded her. "The prom's not for two more years."
"Yeah, but..." She giggled. "I want you to ask me now."
"Over the phone?" I grinned. "Okay, um...Do you want to go to the Prom with me?"
"Yes. Definitely," she answered. "That's so cool. You can't change your mind either."
"I won't," I promised. "You're kinda weird, Molly."
"Sorry. I can't help it."
"That's okay. I kinda like it."
"Do you believe in love at first sight?"
"I don't know." I narrowed my eyes, staring at a wedding portrait of my mom and dad. "Maybe. Why?"
"Just wondered," she sighed. "The first time I saw you was in eighth grade."
"We were in the same class."
"Yeah," Molly said. "I didn't know I loved you though."
"What?"
"I gotta go," she said. "Call me tomorrow."
"Wait. What did you say?"
"Bye!" She hung up the phone.
She loved me? I loved her, I knew that, but I fell in love with every girl I ever had sex with. Except I hadn't even kissed Molly, so this was different. I hadn't even loved Julie until after I'd taken her virginity. She'd loved me though, which had been the reason I'd fucked her in the first place. I mean, Jules had given her pussy up way too easily, just like all the other girls.
But not Molly. She'd been impressed because I hadn't tried to do anything. That's probably normal for most girls, at least on a first date, but compared to everything else I knew about girls? It seemed kind of weird. Abnormal. She should have invited me into her house, snuck me into her bedroom, made out with me for awhile and then spread those long legs of hers.
Maybe she'd tell me how scared she felt. Or maybe Molly would ask me if I had a condom, but it wouldn't matter. I'd fuck her and cum inside her and she'd be just like Jules. What? I frowned and squeezed my dick, because I was thinking about Molly and sorta jerking off. I wanted to kiss her, but did I really want to fuck her? My cock did. My balls definitely wanted to knock her up, but my heart -- I had to be going crazy. What if she stayed a virgin until we were married? I mean, if we got married. What would that be like?
Julie was only thirteen and she'd never be a virgin again, which seemed kind of cool, but kind of depressing too. I'd knocked her up. Every boyfriend she ever had, her husband, whoever he might be, would know Jules had fucked some other guy. She'd still be in high school when her baby started kindergarten! Maybe. The math was a little tricky as I lay in my bed, stroking my cock and thinking about Jules being a tenth grade mommy. What if Molly had kid? Like today, if she had a three-year-old at day care while we sat next to each other in the library, would I still love her?
I didn't know and I felt guilty. I didn't want to, but after seeing the twins and then talking to Molly about it...Yeah. I felt bad for knocking them up. I'd been trying too. It wasn't an accident. It just never occurred to me that it would really matter. I mean, permanently matter. Forever. They were having babies! And my dick was hard as a rock thinking about it, imagining them all big and round and pregnant as hell. I had to be insane and I guess that's when I decided I'd never fuck Molly. At least, not until we got married. She was different, but I didn't really understand why. I loved Jules, but maybe I only wanted to love her. Maybe I only wanted to love Molly.
"Maybe I should kill myself," I sighed, letting go of my dick. Love sucks.
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Molly. My first thought upon waking up.
"Good morning, sunshine." Mom smiled as I walked into the kitchen. "I'm scrambling some eggs."
"Hey, buddy." Dad smiled at me over his morning paper.
They both seemed unusually chipper, although not too much. My parents had gone out the night before and I'd fallen asleep before they'd come home. I suppose having a nice dinner and maybe a movie, or whatever they'd done, had put them in a good mood. Plus it was Saturday, so nobody had to rush to work or school, which was always nice. We sorta lived for the weekends, much like everyone else, I suppose. Except I had the twins to look forward to, or their father, I should say, and I wanted to change my mind about going to their house.
What's worse than knocking up a thirteen-year-old girl? Knocking up two of them.
"What did you do last night?" Dad asked a few minutes later.
He folded his paper as I sat at the kitchen table with some toast and juice, remembering how I'd fucked Mrs. Collins. There'd been a big puddle of cum right there by his left elbow, but I tried not to think about that.
"I went ice skating," I replied. "You think I could get some skates today?"
"Ice skating?" He gave me a quizzical look. "When did you start doing that?"
"Last night," I said. "I went to the Rec Center and, uh...I kind of like it."
"Why?" Mom wondered, standing behind me. She leaned over my shoulder, setting a plate with eggs and bacon in front of me. "You went with Lisa?"
"Ahhh..." Dad smiled, nodding his head.
"Not really," I answered slowly. "I sorta met a different girl."
I wanted to see my mom's reaction to that, but she stayed behind my chair, rubbing my shoulders. Not in a flirty way, nothing like that, but in a normal, motherly way. And that only shows how strange my life really was, having to decipher everything she did. For the moment at least, she seemed content to be the same old Mom I'd always had -- Until the night I'd fucked her, I mean. I didn't want to think about that either.
"Well...Who's this girl?" my dad wondered, sipping his coffee.
"Molly," I replied. "She's in my class at school. We've known each other since eighth grade."
"Your own age then," he said with a chuckle. "Good for you."
"What's her last name?" Mom asked, squeezing my shoulders extra hard. Did that mean she wasn't happy?
"Carpenter," I said. "She lives up the hill, on Rosewood Street. I think her mom and dad are lawyers or something."
"Molly Carpenter?" Dad tilted his head, thinking about that. "Black hair, real pretty? I remember her. No cavities."
"You know her?" I smiled, but I shouldn't have been surprised. Sometimes I think my dad specialized in teenage girls. Or at least in their teeth.
"How pretty?" Mom asked, and he shrugged.
"She has nice teeth," he said with a grin. "No, if that's the girl I'm thinking of, she's real nice. Ice skater, huh?"
"She's really good at it," I agreed. "So, do you think I can go to the mall and get some skates today?"
"What about Lisa?" Mom wondered, letting me go as she moved around the table towards my dad. "You can't have two girlfriends, Trent."
"I like Molly," I said, and that was easy to say. Lisa was a zillion miles away.
"We should meet her first," she decided. "Then you can worry about buying ice skates."
"But..." I frowned, and it was pointless to argue with her. At least she hadn't said no, but I honestly couldn't tell what my mom was thinking. She didn't smile or frown, but stood next to my dad as he put an arm around her waist.
"We have some news, too." He looked up, smiling at my mom. "Do you want to tell him?"
"Tell me what?" I asked, looking between them.
"You tell him," she decided, staring into my eyes with her arm around Dad's shoulders.
"Well, your mother and I, uh...We're going to have a baby."
"Oh." I blinked at him.
"I saw a doctor yesterday," Mom said. "He confirmed it. I'm pregnant."
"Okay," I said, trying to smile as I glanced at my dad. He looked happy enough, he even leaned over to kiss Mom's tummy. "Congratulations, I guess. Um...Okay."
"It's hard to believe, I know," he said. "So you're going to be a big brother. What do you think about that?"
"I'm..." I shrugged, looking at my mom. She still smiled, but her eyes were cool. "Happy. Yeah. That's awesome. Is it going to be a boy or a girl?"
"Oh, it's a little too early for that," Mom said, laughing lightly. She kissed my dad's cheek and even sat on his lap. "You boys will have to work on a nursery. There's going to be some changes around here."
"A nursery?"
"We'll do it ourselves," Dad told me. "Fix up one of the spare bedrooms. Some new paint, carpeting, some wallpaper maybe. You know, a little project just on the weekends. Man stuff, me and you, Trent."
He grinned and Mom smiled happily, wrapped up in her husband's arms. They looked like a Norman Rockwell painting, or maybe a Ralph Lauren ad, since Dad was dressed for his Saturday round of golf in slacks and a teal polo shirt. Mom wore some stressed jeans, like the kind that cost a hundred bucks because they looked like they were worth ten, and a white CK sweatshirt. They were beautiful together, that's what I was thinking. Perfect. The American dream, except the baby in her belly wasn't his.
I didn't feel much like eating.
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Dad found me in my room just before he left for the country club.
"Hey, here's a hundred bucks," he said. "Go buy some skates for that girl of yours."
"What about Mom?" I wondered, taking the money and trying to hide my guilt.
"We'll apologize later," he said. "She's in a good mood anyway."
"Because of the baby?" I asked, looking at the money so I wouldn't have to look at him.
"That and she got a promotion yesterday," he replied. "That's why she's been so stressed lately, but we're okay now."
"Okay." I wasn't sure what that meant. I mean, he made it sound like they weren't okay before, but I hadn't noticed anything. Probably because I'd been too worried about how Mom had been acting towards me; I'd been avoiding my dad.
"Are you okay with the baby?" he asked, and I felt my stomach knotting up like you wouldn't believe. That was the last thing I wanted to talk about.
"Yeah." I nodded. "It's great. You guys are happy, right?"
"We are," he agreed. "It's kind of a surprise. We weren't trying, but...Look, I know things haven't been perfect around here."
"What do you mean?"
"We've had our problems, your mom and me," he said slowly, almost carefully. "We didn't want another baby, but I think it's the best thing that could have happened to us. I just want you to be happy too. We both love you, Trent."
"I know, Dad. I love you guys too."
He wanted to hug and we weren't exactly big on hugs in our family, but sometimes...I had the insane urge to tell him the truth. I loved my dad a lot and Mom had been right; he could never, ever find out the truth.
Shortly after he left, and just as I started down the stairs on my way to Angie and Stacy's house, my mom caught me.
"What did your father say?" she asked, standing at the bottom of the stairs with her arms crossed.
"Uh...He gave me some money for ice skates," I answered, hoping that would be enough of an answer. Probably she wanted to make sure he wasn't suspicious, but I wasn't going to bring up the subject unless she asked about it directly.
"Okay." Mom nodded. "He didn't say anything about the baby?"
"Just that he's happy," I said. She made me feel naked as I stood there, but not in a sexy way. I mean in the embarrassing, self-conscious way.
"That's all?"
"He said, um...." I lifted my eyes to hers. "It's the best thing that could have happened, maybe."
"He did?" My mom actually smiled at that, but only a little. Maybe she felt relieved, I wasn't sure.
"Is everything okay?" I wondered
"It's fine," she said, dismissing the topic completely. "How much did he give you?"
"A hundred dollars." I thought she would be mad, but I guess she really was in a good mood.
"Ice Skates are expensive. There's money on my dresser," she told me. "Get another fifty, just in case."
"Alright. Thanks, Mom." I turned around, taking the first step.
"Trent..."
"Huh?"
"I want to meet this girl," she said, repeating what she'd told me earlier. "No more peasants, remember?"
"I don't even know what that means," I sighed. "But Molly's great. She's kind of like you."
"Me?" Mom narrowed her eyes.
"I mean, she's just...She's smart. She's not a little kid. Special, like grown up or something." I shrugged. "I don't know."
"We'll see," she said, somewhat doubtfully.
I guess because she didn't think much of any of my previous girlfriends, Mom figured Molly wouldn't be any better. The only reason she let me go out with Lisa was because of Bambi being her sorority sister or whatever. I knew for a fact that my mom didn't really think much of the girl, but she knew I wanted a girlfriend, too. She wasn't telling me I couldn't have one, and maybe she even wanted me to date a girl, but Mom seemed determined that any girl I got serious with had to meet some set of standards or something.
Actually, I think my mom wanted me to find a girl as good as her. Smart, beautiful, industrious...She wanted me to find a princess. A queen in the making. Or I could have been completely wrong about that. It wasn't like she ever made anything easy for me. No peasants? Thanks, Mom. That's a big help. And I still had no idea what my dad had been talking about, but at least I was getting some ice skates. I really needed to see Molly again.
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I thought I'd trudged before. Like this one time, when I'd been twelve, Seattle had gotten snow instead of rain. A real blizzard, almost, and they'd even closed the schools for a couple days. I'd trudged through the snow, happily, because Randy and I had been pretending we were in Alaska. So we'd been trudging our way towards the North Pole, except that hadn't been trudging at all as it turns out.
Walking to Stacy and Angie's house to see their father, now that was trudging! My feet felt like lead and I wanted to be doing anything else. I would have sold my soul to be going somewhere nice and friendly, where I could relax with Molly. Or even on my way to school would be okay. I had no idea what the man would say to me. Maybe he wouldn't say anything; he'd just grab a shovel and tell me to start digging a hole.
"No, don't get out," he'd say, smiling down at me as I stood at the bottom. "I'm gonna need that shovel back, though."
Yeah, I imagined about thirty-six different ways he might dispose of my body. It helped pass the time anyway and I knew he wouldn't really kill me. The man would only make me wish I was dead. Especially once my parents found out! They didn't know about Jules or Lisa, but I was off the hook with those two anyway. Bambi had to protect her own reputation, or something. Sometimes I thought she just wanted an excuse to stop being a mother. Unlike Mrs. Collins who only wanted to be a mother. She was going to tell people that Julie's baby was hers, and that her husband was the father, which seemed like a good plan to me. If it worked, I mean, but even if it didn't...I wouldn't care.
"Shoot." I glanced at my watch and it was already nine-thirty. Mrs. Collins wanted me at her house, fucking her in Julie's bed at ten o'clock. I was running late, which seemed really stupid. Like making babies was my job now?
"Hi Trent!" Angie and Stacy greeted me in unison, looking completely identical in pink panties and matching t-shirts. I hadn't been expecting that.
They had their arms around each other's waists, smiling happily and looking even more cute than I remembered. They were tall for their age, willowy blondes with hardly any baby fat at all. No tits either, but their puffy nipples were obvious and poking against the tight cotton. They still had great legs, their tans only slowly fading after the hot summer we'd had. Their eyes were blue and bright with mischief, and it was impossible not to smile back at them. Fuck! They were sexy as hell in their underwear.
"Hi, um...Where's your dad?" I wondered, stepping into the house and looking around nervously.
I mean, this could have been a trap. Like maybe the twins were bait and he was just waiting to jump out of the corner and catch me red handed. Except that would be silly. Right? I hoped so.
"Ohhhh...I don't know," Angie shrugged, or maybe she was Stacy. You know what I mean. There was only one way to tell them apart and I knew they liked to be each other anyway.
"He went someplace," Stacy said. "Mom's in New York."
"I thought she went to Miami?" Her sister frowned.
"Did she?" Both girls shrugged at the same time. Their mom worked for an airline.
"So nobody's here?" I asked.
"We're here!" Stacy giggled.
"Maybe you didn't notice!" Angie pouted. "Too busy thinking about your girlfriend?"
"What a butthead!" Stacy sighed.
"She's ugly anyway."
"Totally!"
"Did you see her hair?"
"Ugh! She looked kinda fat too."
"Like a whale."
"It's a good thing you've still got us, Trent," Stacy said, reaching for my hand.
"We still love you," Angie agreed, taking my other hand. "Even if you tried to dump us."
"What? Wait..." I stared at them. "What are you talking about?"
"We forgive you!" Stacy told me. "Come on. We're kinda horny."
"Totally horny!" Angie nodded, grinning happily.
"But what about your dad?" I asked. My brain wasn't working really hot. The twins had a way of overwhelming me, like Shock and Awe or something. I was still trying to figure out why nobody else was there.
"He's not going to be home until tonight."
"We've got all day." Angie tugged on my arm. "Come on. Don't be shy, Trent."
"You weren't shy before!" Stacy giggled.
"Not even a little bit!"
"You said he wanted to talk to me," I protested. "He knows you're pregnant, right?"
"Of course not!"
"We didn't tell him yet," Stacy said. "That would be stupid."
"Really stupid," Angie agreed. They looked at each other and nodded. I just blinked at them. Nobody knew I'd knocked them up?
"We just wanted you to come over."
"So we could talk."
"And stuff."
"Yeah! Especially the and stuff part!" They both giggled and we'd started walking towards their bedroom by then. In fact, we were almost there.
"Maybe I should go," I said, mostly to myself. I wasn't in trouble, at least not yet, and that voice in my head told me to run. These two girls were like an asteroid aimed at my head. A big one, and if I could somehow escape...
"No way!" Angie said, shaking her head.
"You're still our boyfriend, Trent."
"If you're not, we probably won't love you anymore."
"And we'll tell everybody you made us pregnant," Stacy told me, pulling me towards her bed.
"You will?" I swallowed hard.
"Our dad..."
"...your dad..."
"...our mom..."
"...your mom..."
"...our teachers too, right?" Angie looked at her sister.
"Definitely!" Stacy nodded. "Everybody. I'll tell the bus driver."
"He's kind of grouchy."
"Huh?" They were blackmailing me? "But everybody's gonna know anyway!"
"Not right away," Angie said, smiling sweetly.
"Not for like months from now," Stacy said, sitting on the bed next to her sister. "Aren't you gonna take off your clothes, Trent?"
"Maybe he wants us to do it," Angie suggested. "Since we're still his girlfriends."
"His horny girlfriends, you mean!" Stacy giggled and they were both tugging at my clothes.
"It's cause we're so pregnant."
"That's what the internet said..."
"...pregnant girls get super horny..."
"...and we're super pregnant."
"Thanks to you, Trent!" They pulled my pants down, my boxers as well. At least my cock wasn't confused, it sprang free stiff and aching, but the rest of me...
"You're such an awesome boyfriend," Stacy sighed, wrapping her small hand around the base of my erection.
"We definitely got the best one," Angie told her sister, squeezing the last few inches of my straining cock.
They were both holding me, sitting side-by-side in their pink underwear, smiling up at me. What was I supposed to do? I started pulling my t-shirt over my head.
The girls wanted to make out first, and I didn't blame them. We hadn't seen each other in weeks and I hadn't totally forgotten what it was like being in the middle of a hot twin sandwich, but doing it is a lot better than just remembering it. I tried not to think about Molly and that wasn't as difficult as you might imagine. I'd had a lot of practice not thinking about Jules and I'd gotten pretty good at pushing away unwanted thoughts, and even feelings. Probably I shouldn't be proud of that, huh?
I have to admit the truth, however, and I dare any teenage boy in the world to say no to Angie and Stacy. It can't be done. The Pope couldn't have said no, not while Stacy's light tongue fluttered about like a butterfly inside my mouth. Angie kissed my cheek and licked my ear, nibbling and teasing me, waiting for her turn. I made out with both of them, propped up on pillows against the headboard with a ridiculously cute blonde in each arm.
They felt soft and warm, naked like me, and I could finally tell them apart. Angie had a mole on her left breast and I played my fingers around it, teasing her swollen nipple while she suckled on my tongue. The girls rubbed my chest and stomach, but mostly they played with my cock. They were content to share and sometimes it seemed as if they could read each other's minds. One would stroke my erection for a minute or so and then her sister would replace her without even breaking the rhythm. They pressed their pussies against my hips, moving their legs and feet along my thighs and shins. It seemed a lot like heaven to me and I'd have to fuck one of them soon or blow a load on my stomach.
"Ow! Owie! Do it slow, Trent!" Angie groaned, or kind of grunted actually. She and Stacy had played rock, paper, and scissors to see which one got to fuck me first.
"You're the one on top," I breathed, staring at the girl's pink pussy as my erection turned it inward. "Jeeze, you're tight."
"That's cause we didn't do it for a long time," Stacy whispered, still curled up against me and finding my mouth with hers.
Angie felt like a total virgin again and I winced as my cock had to squeeze through her small hole. I'd gotten too used to having sex with Mrs. Collins, which only reminded me that I was supposed to be at her house right then. I glanced at the clock, turning my head while Stacy and I made out. It was almost 10:30 and we'd been in bed for over half an hour already. It seemed like thirty seconds.
"Uh-huh! Oh! Yeah!" Angie gasped and giggled, straddling my hips with her knees as she worked her pussy up and down.
"We love you so much, Trent," Stacy sighed, crawling upward and rubbing her budding breasts across my face.
She wanted to get on me as well, sitting on my stomach rather than my cock, and Angie hugged her from behind. I sucked and nibbled Stacy's puffy tits, pulling her stiff nipples into my mouth one at a time while her sister rode my straining cock. My hands moved between them, from one sexy twin to the other, petting their thighs and squeezing their hips. I felt Stacy's wet pussy grinding against my stomach, her vulva smooth as silk and twice as soft.
"Do you love us, Trent?" she asked, holding my head and breathing harder. She was close to cumming, I thought, they both were and I wasn't going to last much longer myself.
"Mmmmph..." I made muffled, moaning noises around her left breast. I'd drawn her nipple and as much of the firm, fatty flesh around it into my mouth as I could.
"Yeah," she whispered. "Make a baby in her. Never leave us again."
That seemed like a strange thing to say, considering they were already pregnant. I had to think about it for a second or two.
"What?" I held Stacy's shoulders and pushed her away from my flushed face.
"We're gonna be your girlfriends forever," she said, panting the words and showing me her tongue.
"Don't stop!" Angie groaned. "Fuck me, Trent! I'm gonna cum!"
I'd been lifting my butt, trying to fuck more of my cock inside her every time she pushed down. It wasn't easy with two girls sitting on me though. Angie grabbed her sister's tits, hugging Stacy tightly with her chin on her sister's shoulder. They were both looking down at me, smiling and pink faced, identical even in their motion. Like they were both fucking me, one of them stuffed full with cock and the other waiting her turn.
"You're not pregnant?" I asked, staring at Angie. "Stop. Wait...Are you pregnant or not?"
"Ummmm" She blinked and giggled, grinding her hot little sex around my cock. Her blue eyes were staring past me, focused on nothing at all as I felt Angie's pussy flutter with rapid contractions
"Of course we are," Stacy breathed, leaning down to give me her tits again. "Cum inside her. Hurry up, I wanna fuck you too."
I didn't have much choice as Angie's orgasm pulled the sperm out of my balls and into her womb. I pushed myself upward, rather enjoying the weight as I bent my knees and arched my back, ensuring I had every inch of my spurting cock inside Angie's cunt. Stacy fell halfway off me, giggling and tugging at my neck so I'd roll over with her. We were a tangle of arms and legs, the three of us trying to get comfortable, and I held Angie on my cock with her sister between us.
We were on our sides, flushed and awkward, damp with sweat and kissing. All three of our tongues met, Stacy and Angie playing with each other just as eagerly as they did with me. It was surprisingly easy to pull my swollen, cum covered cock out of Angie and push it into Stacy's small, but already very hot pussy. Her sister's juices, mixed with my semen, gave us plenty of lubrication and I pushed until I touched bottom, making Stacy gasp and shiver. She started cumming right away, but not me. I fucked her for a nice long time and I only wished she wasn't pregnant just so I could knock her up again.
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We went to the mall. I'd planned on going straight from Angie and Stacy's house to Mrs. Collins' house, but it's probably better I didn't. The twins had demanded I fuck them both twice, since they're twins and...
"Two is our lucky number!" Angie told me.
"Probably we're gonna have twins!" Stacy said, looking down at her bright, well-fucked pussy. She rubbed a finger between her lips, playing with the semen trying to leak out.
...I'd fucked them both again, just because they we're so ridiculously cute and sexy and fun to be with. None of those are really great reasons all by themselves, but put them all together and I couldn't help falling in love with them again.
Not like I loved Jules, of course. Not like I loved Molly, either. My feelings for the twins were more like the sort of love I had for ice cream, or a toy, or...I dunno. It sounds bad, huh? I couldn't help it though. I didn't think about marrying them, although having two wives would be pretty cool, especially sort of bisexual twin sisters, since they really liked kissing each other a lot. I just mean that I loved them, but I sorta didn't.
I wanted to marry Jules, maybe, except I couldn't stop thinking about Molly. I was taking her to the Prom! That's almost like being married, even if it was more than two years away. I couldn't take Julie to the Prom; she would only be in ninth grade. I'd graduate high school and be halfway done with college by the time she had her Senior Prom, but maybe Molly would go to the same college as me and we could live together and study together and get married and...Fuck! I wanted to see her so badly.
"What are you gonna buy ice skates for?" Stacy wondered, holding my hand as we walked through the mall.
She'd worn a green dress, olive green and kind of nice, and underneath it I knew her pussy was full of sperm. None of us had taken a shower or anything and the twins had just put pads in their panties.
"Cause of that stupid girl you like?" Angie made a face, squeezing my other hand as I walked between them.
She'd put on a lavender dress, identical to her sister's in every way, except for the color. They'd brushed their blonde hair and put on some makeup, added some junk jewelry and...There we were, at the mall. I'd tried to talk them out of coming with me, but that wasn't possible. We were on a date, or so they wanted to believe, and smiling happily despite the cum dripping down their thighs.
"I can feel it," Angie said, looking down at her skirt.
"Stupid pads," Stacy sighed. "I told you to get the ones with wings."
"Wings?" I had no idea what they were talking about. "Let's go that way. There's a sporting goods place down there."
"Sporting goods?" Stacy giggled. "Do they sell pads?"
"Maybe they sell those rubber things," Angie said with a grin.
"What are you guys talking about?" I wondered.
"Sex is a sport, right?"
"Definitely," Stacy agreed. "But I don't wanna do it with a rubber thingy."
"Me neither. It feels squishy."
"But kinda nice, I think."
"Trent's got a lot of cum," Angie sighed, giggling when I tried to shush her. The mall was kind of crowded, being about lunchtime on a Saturday.
"Cause he's got big balls," Stacy said with a serious nod.
"A big dick, too."
"People can hear you guys," I whispered. Some old lady had stopped walking just so she could stare at us.
"Totally. We should do it here," Stacy suggested, ignoring me completely.
"In a changing room probably," Angie said.
"Do what here?" I asked.
"Or the photo booth?"
"Oh yeah!" Angie nodded eagerly. "Pictures!"
"Pictures of us doing it!" Stacy giggled. "That would be so cool."
There was no way I was going to fuck two thirteen-year-olds in a photo booth at the mall. They were spoiled brats, yeah, but I had to put my foot down. Besides, my balls were running on empty just then. I didn't even want to think about sex, except I still did. Being a teenage boy is like that, I guess. We just made out while I spent ten bucks on evidence.
"You're the best boyfriend in the world, Trent," Stacy sighed, holding up a strip of four photographs.
I'd had both girls on my lap and there were pictures of every combination. Me kissing Stacy. Me kissing Angie. Stacy kissing Angie. And all three of us wriggling our tongues in a wet, open air kiss just for the camera.
"The whole world!" Angie decided, looking at her own photo strip. They were basically the same as Stacy's and I had no idea why they couldn't have shared one set of pictures.
"Are you gonna take us to a movie?" Stacy wondered.
"I want a big popcorn," Angie said. "And some licorice."
"The red kind."
"We hate the black kind."
"Look! It's Shannon," Stacy said. "Let's say hi."
"Oh yeah!" Angie grinned. "We gotta say hi to her."
"What? Who?" I followed Stacy's finger and saw a couple girls looking at earrings.
They stood at one of those small kiosks in the middle of the mall, just some glass cases and a bored high school girl trying to sell cheap jewelry. I thought the twins had meant her for a second there, but I went to school with her and her name was Linda, not Shannon. I looked over my shoulder, as the sporting goods store wasn't very far at all, but the girls were tugging me towards their friend.
"Hey Shannon," Angie said, smiling as a dark haired girl turned her head.
"Hi Shannon," Stacy joined in. "What's up?"
"What are you guys doing?" the girl wondered, not sounding particularly friendly. More like she was surprised that the twins would say anything to her.
"Trent's taking us to a movie," Angie informed her.
"He's our boyfriend." Stacy nodded.
"Trent?" Shannon looked at me.
Well, she'd already been looking at me, but now she narrowed her dark eyes. Kind of sapphire blue, actually. Her two friends were whispering behind her back, glancing at me and smiling. It didn't really bother me. A lot of girls looked at me and I knew I wasn't ugly or anything, but...Shannon seemed kind of familiar for some reason.
"You're my sister's boyfriend?" she said, because it wasn't really a question at all.
"Huh?" I swallowed hard and this girl looked a lot like Molly.
"Not anymore!" Stacy giggled.
"He's our boyfriend again," Angie said, pulling my arm around her as she leaned into me. Her sister was doing the same thing, so it looked like I was hugging the twins.
"So it's too bad for her!" Stacy made a face.
"Totally too bad," Angie agreed.
"What? No wait..." I tried to untangle myself, but Shannon had already started walking away. I guess she didn't have anything to say to that and I frowned at the girl's back. She didn't even look over her shoulder, although her two friends did. One of them gave me a small wave and a smile.
"What did you guys do that for?" I asked, kind of pushing the twins away.
"She's stuck-up anyway." Angie shrugged.
"Just like her ugly sister," Stacy agreed. "Now you don't have to worry about her."
"You don't even need ice skates now!" They both giggled and I felt like I wanted to puke.
I knew Molly had a little sister in eighth grade, but I hadn't known her name was Shannon. She would tell Molly everything too; I had no doubt of that. After last night, when the twins had shown up at the Rec Center, and now I was hanging out with them at the mall...What would Molly think? What could she think? She knew the twins were pregnant, but I'd explained everything, or at least enough to convince her that they weren't my girlfriends anymore.
Now they were! All because I'd knocked them up and they were blackmailing me, and bringing them to the mall had been a complete accident. I'd used it as an excuse to get away from them, but Angie and Stacy had insisted on coming, and...God! There was no way I could tell any of that to Molly. She wouldn't even believe me. She'd hate me! I almost hated the twins. Seriously. I'd never been mad at a girl before, except once in third grade when a girl named Cindy had pushed me off a swing and right onto my face. That had been an accident though, but the twins had been doing it deliberately.
They'd probably known who Molly was the second they saw her sitting next to me.
"Just leave me alone," I said, jerking my hands away from theirs.
"What?" Stacy blinked at me.
"Trent!" Angie frowned.
"I don't like you guys right now," I told them.
"You have to!" Stacy said. "We're pregnant."
"You love us anyway," Angie said, like it was such an obvious fact that nothing else in the universe mattered.
"Not right now," I said, shaking my head and backing away as they reached for me. "Just go home. I want to be alone."
"We're gonna tell."
"You're gonna get in trouble," Angie told me, but I didn't care.
"I'm already in trouble," I retorted. "God! I can't believe you did that to me!"
"All's fair in love and war, Trent," Stacy said, smiling as she caught my hand in hers.
"Didn't nobody ever tell you that?" her sister asked, giggling as she took my other hand. They weren't going to let me go.