Anna's Point Of View.
Spending time with Chloe while Sean fucked my niece in the shower felt incredibly relaxing although I realized few people would consider me sane. I fed Alicia's baby using warmed breast milk that she expressed and sang an old lullaby while rocking her in my arms.
She was a gentle soul, and not at all fussy. Carrying three babies of my own, while cradling another bound us together, or at least I felt love. Hopefully, in time my step-daughter might feel the same way about me.
Just when Chloe fell back asleep in my arms, I heard shuffling outside the bedroom door. Seconds later, Alicia strolled in, wrapped in a towel, glowing like a woman who had just been made love to.
She came to us, checked on her daughter, and wrapped an arm around me as though we'd created her together.
"You look happy, Aunt Anna."
"I really am. Chloe is such a lovely child."
"We'll have four soon."
I scanned the spartan, ill-equipped bedroom and realized we were grossly unprepared for Chloe, never mind three newborn babies.
"We need to shop and prepare, sweetheart. Cribs, bedding, decoration, clothes, Jesus... there is a lot of work to do, Alicia."
"Chloe will go straight back to sleep if you put her down now. We can plan together over some breakfast. Everything else is a few days of shopping and hours of browsing on the internet. Trust me, it's easy once you make decisions."
"Do you cook?"
"Of course Anna, what sort of a wife do you think I am?"
"The sort that's only nineteen years old?"
I lay Chloe in her crib, took Alicia by the hand, and led her into our kitchen diner. I hauled my girlfriend into my lap when I sat down on our 'L' shaped leather sofa.
We were girlfriends enjoying a loving moment together and it felt entirely natural to me.
"I have a secret to tell you, niece."
"Go for it."
"Uncle Sean is a good Chef."
"How good?"
"He could run a restaurant. Sean's not Michelin standard but might be one day."
"Are you serious?"
"When he comes in here after fixing his hair, ask for pancakes. He loves cooking."
Judging from the skeptical look she gave me I was sure Alicia thought I was joking and setting her up. When my husband arrived in the kitchen, all vim, and vigor from their high jinx in the shower, Alicia sprung her question.
He came over and kissed both of us deeply and I felt a surge of love with a hint of arousal.
"Do you make good pancakes Uncle Sean?"
He shot Alicia a furtive smile, then an accusatory one at me. I giggled, and playfully slapped my girlfriend who pleaded with our husband using a down-turned bratty smile while pulling her bottom lip seductively.
"Anna told you, then?"
"That you are a great chef? Yes."
"One pile of pancakes coming right up."
Sean blew both of us kisses and Alicia snuggled further into my arms, satisfied her work was done. She felt at ease and, as I glimpsed her breasts with both nipples engorged, I felt aroused.
"Make that two of us please, I'll join you."
"Two piles of pancakes for my wives and one for me."
He spun around on those words, gauging their impact
The atmosphere didn't sour but we all fell quiet, considering the important distinction Sean had made. There were many challenges to confront and this one was paramount. I rocked Alicia gently back and forth in my arms, staring into her wide loving eyes.
There was no doubt in my mind that I was loved by her and my husband. I needed to take the lead because she wanted my reaction to what Sean said.
"In relationship terms, we are both his wives, as you are mine."
