This is the third instalment of the sperm donor series. It's recommended that you read the previous two. In summary Adam's lesbian sister Sarah, wants to use his sperm to inseminate her wife Amy. After a few months, she suggests they try it naturally, but get jealous and wants to join in. We pick up the morning after their first night altogether. This entry is in the incest category for the end part, other instalments will be more incestual it takes time to build it.
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I woke up to the sound of bird songs and the smell of sizzling bacon. Slipping on a hoody and some shorts I followed my nose downstairs for breakfast. Amy sat at the breakfast table looking nakkard. Bright blue eyes with big bags under them. Dishevelled blond hair cascading down bare shoulders. She wore a spaghetti-strapped top that matched her eyes. looking up from her phone she gave me a warm smile.
Sarah was at the hob cooking up some bacon. She wore a white apron over a pair of short pink pyjamas. My instinct was to go up behind her and give her a brotherly hug, but I wasn't sure how she was feeling about last night. Deciding to let the girls bring up the subject, I took a seat opposite Amy. I expected the mood to be a bit tense after last night. The memory of seeing both of them in their masks. Amy in all her naked glory and Sarah clad in that sexy corset was playing in my head. Instead, it seemed like any other day.
"Want any bacon sweetie," Sarah asked with her back still turned.
"Yes please," Amy and I said in unison which drew a rye smile from Sarah.
"Oh, morning lazy bones," Sarah said as she walked over with a plate of bacon for Amy. She gave me a sisterly hug, squeezed me tight and handed me a fresh cup of tea.
"Where did you slink off to last night? we were hoping for round two," she said with a wink.
I choked on my tea which caused the girls to burst into laughter, as milky tea came out of my nose. Passing me a tea towel to mop up, Sarah went back to cooking.
"It was hot though wasn't it? With the masks and stuff. I mean with the three of us it was much more passionate," Amy said eagerly.
That annoyed me, It wasn't my fault we weren't passionate on our own. I would be but we needed to follow the rules and not get carried away.
"Yeah, it was pretty hot and less awkward than I thought," Sarah acknowledged.
She served up breakfast and gave me a bacon sandwich. Both girls turned to look at me. I just stuffed my face with the sandwich. I didn't know what to say. Swallowing a great mouthful I nodded and said.
"I thought it went great, I'd do it again if you guys wanted to," I spoke sincerely. In particular, I wanted to see more of Sarah in action and possibly with fewer clothes next time. I kept that bit to myself.
Both girls agreed they would be up for another night with the three of us. I suggested tonight but Sarah said they had planned to go out with friends.
"Hey, why don't you come with us?" Amy asked. Sarah looked at her a little surprised.
"Why not? Could be fun," Amy said innocently.
Sarah was looking dubiously at her. I guessed this was one of their monthly pride get-togethers. They are both very active in the local LGBTQ+ community. Organising pride events, supporting local associated businesses and charities where they could. Aside from helping them with posting flyers and manual labour I hadn't been involved in that part of their life.
"Ok, yeah sure if you're up for it. It's a few drinks at the Rainbow Room, oh and karaoke of course," Sarah said with a little giggle.
"Oh great, that means I have to listen to you screeching Madonna again," I teased her.
"Don't worry, baby I'll drag him up for a duet. How about 'don't go breaking my heart," chipped in Amy, laughing at my disgusted expression.
The girls insisted on choosing my outfit for tonight. I rarely went out much and had a limited wardrobe. They picked jeans and a white shirt with a blue check pattern. Amy insisted on sorting out my hair. Once I was up to standard, I waited in the living room for them to get ready.
A few of their friends were coming over for pre-drinks and to share a taxi. I had hoped the girls would be ready to greet them themselves but then the doorbell rang.
I opened the door and invited everyone in, two lads and a girl. I had met them all before in passing but weren't sure what their names were.
"Hey you look cute, girls give you a makeover? You do have ice don't you, please tell me you have ice," one of the guys asked. I think his name was Dominic. He wore black skinny jeans and a tight flowery shirt. He looked Italian with olive skin and dark brown hair.
"Er yeah, in the kitchen I'll bring some out. Why don't you guys head to the lounge, the girls won't be long," I stammered slightly.
The other guy, I want to say his name was Mark, was wearing jeans and a black polo top. He was a huge fella, fair-haired and blue-eyed.
Then came a pretty girl, Lauren. If Amy was my oldest crush, Lauren was my newest. She was a fiery redhead. Short with a voluptuous figure, huge tits and a big curvaceous bum. She was wearing a short white summer dress with blue flowers. Her hair was elaborately braided, entwined with forget-me-nots and gold thread. Her penetrating green eyes sparkled as she walked past and headed to the lounge.
