This choice: In an odd twist, Reagan isn't the only townhouse resident that's pregnant. • Go Back... *2 months ago*
“Oh my god, shhhhh!” hissed Phoebe as she ran upstairs as quietly as her tipsy self could manage.
“We’ll be fine” teased her company for the night with a wry smile, clapping the redhead on the behind sending her cheeks in a jiggle as Phoebe giggled at the sensation.
Trotting in an almost straight line Phoebe reached her bedroom door and turned on her toes, resting her hands and rear against the wood with a beckoning look in her big intoxicated eyes.
“Mhm you really are a minx aren’t you” crooned the 6 foot something blonde now stood opposite, muscular arms passing her head with hands resting on the doorframe.
Phoebe swooned harder than intended as the smell of aftershave filled her nostrils with her barely buttoned shirt parting a little more to show a smidge more cleavage.
Clearly enticed, the blonde hunk gripped the open flaps of her shirt and whipped sharply apart causing the buttons to burst off the garment leaving Phoebe standing in a bra and excruciatingly tight shorts with her shirt draping over her shoulders loosely without buttons.
Gasping sharply the redhead looped her arms around her conquest’s neck before hopping up and wrapping her legs round his waist, kicking her heels off in a well practiced manoeuvre in the process.
Taking his cue the guy grabbed her ass in one hand and threw the door open with the other as Phoebe squealed in excitement, awkwardly slobbering on his neck as well kept nails trailed his back.
As the two stumbled into the room, disappearing into darkness as the door was closed behind them the moans of passion filled the room as they crashed onto the bed.
With Phoebe on her back and clothes being flung around them in a flurry of nylon positions were assumed with the guy slowly advancing over the redhead.
“Hey erm, you wanna use protection or something?” whispered Phoebe, tracing fingers over well sculpted muscles hovering over her, the head of the accompanying body having her on the verge of sweating.
The guy seemed to hesitate for a moment, almost surprised at the question.
“Obviously babe, you got any?”
Biting her lip she nodded from within a fan of flaming hair before reaching towards her bedside table and grabbed the foil wrapper.
Sparing no time she tore the pack open with her teeth and placed her hands in such a way to provoke the best response before sliding the condom into place.
Before long the couple were deep into their throws with Phoebe chased up the bed with her head buried into her pillows as her lover towered over her. With volumes rising uncontrollably that echoed through the house, the couple were oblivious as Audrey and Ixchel both threw a pillow over their heads in an attempt to drown out the noise that had woke them.
Rather awkwardly, they were also both oblivious as the out of date condom all but disintegrated as screaming climaxes we’re achieved…
*Present Day*
“Urgh god” groaned Phoebe as she woke violently with a gurgling stomach under the covers.
Finding a dressing gown and slippers she hurriedly got dressed over the vest she had slept in and clumsily ran out of her room, almost tripping down the stairs and crashing into the banister to steady herself.
“Umph, oh god…” complained the redhead as she fell onto the first landing and staggered into the bathroom door which was locked.
“Hey can I get in please?” shouted Phoebe, pressing herself flat against the door hoping desperately for a quick response.
Silence
“Helloooooo!” shouted Phoebe slapping a palm against the door in panic as her situation became more desperate, her other hand darting to her mouth.
The sound of shuffling came from inside along with something going into the toilet but still no answer.
“Hey, come on…” whined Phoebe “pleasepleasepleaseplease!”
“Phoebe, fuck off!” barked Reagan, her voice echoing around the bathroom before the sound of wretching cut her off.
“Please Reagan! I need to get in!”
“Not now!” shouted the senior twin sounding sick as all hell but Phoebe was getting desperate.
“I’ll use the bath, I just need to get in…” she complained, fidgeting on her feet with hands shoved into her dressing gown pockets, fingers lacing around a metal nail file.
“No Phoebe, really not now” complained Reagan, the sound of toilet paper unfurling echoing out of the bathroom as Phoebe managed to jiggle the lock with her file and barge her way in.
She barely noticed her shrieking twin knelt in front of the toilet with her head ducked down in the bowl as she ran for the bath and barely got her face over the porcelain before she barfed hard.
Dropping to her knees as she continued Reagan also began to throw up again from her own position over the toilet and a grim chorus of sickness rolled out of the bathroom for all the house to hear.
*****
A moment of respite afforded Reagan the chance to kick the door shut to give the twins some privacy, not that they were without some company given each other’s sorry state.
“Urgh fuck me…” moaned Reagan as she managed to drag her eyes up to look at her sister “what’s you’re issue then?”
Phoebe wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before running the bath tap to clean some of her vomit away, glassy eyes wandering in the vague direction of people her twin, only shrugging in response.
“You?” Phoebe asked in vague response.
“Nonyabusiness” Reagan slurred before turning down again and gagging some more before spitting into the bowl.
Phoebe snorted before letting her head roll down expecting a continuation that didn’t come.
The girls spent some more time on the floor as an eventual wash of composure hit them both, allowing Phoebe to stand up and stagger to the sink to brush her teeth.
Rolling over onto her padded behind Reagan just say on the floor with an arm draped over the toilet as the redhead breathed deep, watching her sister swish mint around her mouth.
“Jesus that stinks” spat Reagan, nose crinkling as she nearly turned back into the toilet bowl.
Spitting one last time Phoebe turned and shrugged.
“It’s only toothpaste”
Reagan rolled her eyes with a careful glance over her sister, eyes catching at her sister’s waist.
“Well I don’t know what’s making you sick Pheebs but you’re sure as hell purging out” remarked the older twin.
Phoebe was shocked as her hands shot to her vest and pulled it down as far as it would go, her belly button not quite being covered with a noticeable curve shaping her front.
“Wow Reagan, mean much!” yelped the baby twin defensively as she hugged her admittedly thicker set middle.
“Yeah whatever” griped Reagan as she scraped her hair back in thought “hang on a second Pheebs, are you pregnant?!”
“What, no!” complained Phoebe as she pulled her dressing gown together.
“When did you last have a period?” pushed Reagan, preemptively counting the twins shared tampon pile.
Obviously SHE hadn’t been using any and the pile sure as shit didn’t look any smaller since she HAD last used any.
“Erm, like three…no five? Erm…”
Phoebe trailed off as her maths skills failed to flourish.
“Pheebs you haven’t used a tampon in nine weeks” bluntly announced Reagan “you’re pregnant you dippy tart”
Phoebe huffed in confusion, hands on hips as she tried to recount again but not making any progress.
“How do you know anyway? Counting my periods is weird…”
‘Fuck’ thought Reagan having painted herself into a corner before signing in resignation.
“I know Phoebe because I’m not using any at the moment either because I’m pregnant too”
With that she clumsily got to her feet and showed her twin the equally curvaceous middle she was also sporting at the two month mark.
“Wowsers” cooed Phoebe as it all dawned on her “only we could end up pregnant at the same time”
Reagan had to laugh.
“You got that right” she smirked “oh and just a heads up, there’s a good chance you’re carrying multiples especially seeing as you’re starting to show already”
“Multi-whats?” asked Phoebe confused.
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