Everything had gone just as Sienna had anticipated. The day after she had revealed her pregnancy and we had gotten 'married' we drove over to Julia and Ben's house to share the news. The story was that she had met a boy at the library who had invited her to a party that she had snuck out to attend. That night she had drank too much and slept with him without protection and ended up pregnant. We had an entire explanation about how Sienna didn't know who he was and didn't have his contact information, but we ended up not even needing to get into it.
Apparently, they had already been suspicious that Sienna was 'going back to her ungodly roots' after leaving their home and staying with us and were quite poised to cut her off. This pretty much confirmed how they really viewed Amber and I, and despite them being dead-on accurate it kind of pissed me off for some reason. I also got the impression that they expected Sienna to make a huge mistake that would necessitate them swooping in and saving her, giving them control over her life again. They held firm, and despite moments where I worried they were going to crack, their 'tough love' approach remained intact.
She would be welcomed back into the family if and when she found her way back to God and agreed to live under the rules of their house. Sienna pretended to be upset and remorseful and even consider their offer, but ultimately, we left under the pretense that she was 'exiled' from the family while she lived in sin. After the discussion Sienna was permitted to say goodbye to her two 'sisters' who I hadn't even met before. Watching them cry and hug was honestly pretty difficult, as it was obvious that they were very close. I learned that her sisters were Judith, 14, and Hannah, 17. It was clear to me that Sienna was the 'big sister' that her younger adoptive siblings idolized. They agreed to stay in touch, however realistic that was, and parted tearfully.
The drive home was far less celebratory that I was expecting, and perhaps as a result of the heartfelt goodbye from her sisters, the mood in the car was fairly somber. Once home Sienna asked plainly if we could have a quiet night of cuddling and watching stupid TV, and I happily obliged. Upon waking the next day, she was more or less back to her old self, but I held onto the memory of the emotional impact the previous day had on her and vowed to be extra loving and supportive. When I went back to work on Monday, I made an agreement with Amber and Kayla to take care of her and try to avoid tempting her with drugs as Sienna was very adamant about remaining clean while she was pregnant.
This was a totally different scenario than it had been for Amber, and I was once again reminded of how their kinks diverged from one another. It no doubt had a severe impact on Sienna also to know that Amber's reckless drug use while pregnant with her was ultimately the reason she hadn't been in our lives for the last 18-years. Perhaps I shouldn't have found it so surprising that she would have been so vehement about her sobriety while pregnant. The only thing she allowed herself, much to my delight, was unfettered indulgence of nicotine. At first, she expressed interest in possibly switching to vaping while pregnant, but Amber reassured her that it wasn't necessary, and the side-effects smoking had on a pregnancy were massively overblown.
Perhaps it was the fact that she was a nurse, her mother, or simply because Sienna didn't want to give up her beloved Newports, but she accepted Amber's words as gospel and immediately discarded the idea of vaping. In truth, with how devious Amber was I didn't know if she believed what she was saying or not. There didn't seem to be an end to the depths of her depravity, which both terrified and excited me on a regular basis. I wasn't about to break out any research papers from the American Lung Association however, I was more than happy to enjoy the next nine months of a pregnant, chain-smoking Sienna in relative ignorance.
One thing that had occurred to me while sitting at my desk, failing to get anything done, was how this was going to change Sienna's body. I had long been anticipating the erosion of her toned, athletic figure as the drugs, cigarettes, and alcohol ravaged her body. This would undoubtedly erase any possibility of seeing that transformation via those means, and instead would come as a result of the pregnancy. I was conflicted about this, of course, as there were some obvious positives as well.
I had been fantasizing about seeing Sienna with a swollen belly, full with my offspring, since shortly after our whirlwind incestuous love-affair had begun. But for most of that time I also expected her to be strung-out on drugs, resulting in a combined assault on her youthful vitality that would be a marvel to behold. With her adamance at sobriety through her pregnancy, this was not going to come to pass. I was thankful that our baby would be healthy, but the dark inner shadow of my innermost fantasies felt somewhat betrayed. I could certainly insist that she use while pregnant and I had no doubt that she would readily comply, but that wasn't the kind of dominance I wanted to exert over any of my beloved angels.
This left me with one remaining option if I wanted to scratch this itch, and her name was Kayla. She had already expressed, quite passionately in fact, her desire for me to breed her. At the time it was a fantasy that promoted a particularly powerful orgasm but ultimately resulted in my recommending she get back on birth control. The implications of living with two hormonally charged pregnant teenagers, followed by two newborn babies perhaps only months apart from one another wasn't lost on me. But my desire to enjoy another strung-out junkie mom was too strong to ignore.
When I got home that Monday, I found Kayla smoking a bowl of weed from her small glass pipe on the couch, still in her pajama pants and a tank top with no bra. It was clear that she was having a 'stoner day' to deal with a sharp decline of her other drug use. Her blonde hair was scrunched atop her head messily and it didn't appear that she had showered. Even still, being a beautiful teenage girl meant that she was still stunning, and her unkempt appearance softened her look to make her appear particularly cute.
"Hey babe," she said, holding in a lungful of smoke.
"Hey, I wanted to talk to you a minute actually," I replied.
Her eyebrows raised in surprise as she finally exhaled a thick stream of smoke and fought back a cough. Once she had emptied her lungs she nodded and pat the couch cushion next to her.
"So, this might sound like weird timing considering what happened this past weekend, but I have a sort of proposition for you," I began.
"Ooo, sounds fun," the stoned teen replied.
"I still have to talk it over with Amber before any final decision is made, but I was thinking of how happy I am that Sienna is pregnant and remembering what you had said a couple of weeks ago," I continued.
Kayla's bright blue eyes went wide in excitement, and she seemed to anticipate what was coming next.
"I want to get you pregnant too if that's still something you want," I said.
No verbal response was needed, Kayla simply threw her arms around me in a firm embrace that communicated her response clearly.
