Sperm Donor Brother 4

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This work of fiction is part of a series; if you did not already read the preceding chapters, please do that before starting this one.

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The next morning, my sister showed up in my bed.

She and Katie giggled as they climbed on top of the bedcover to wake the three of us up. They woke the girls up with kisses and then climbed on top of me, trapping me beneath the blanket with their bodies.

I told them they were lard-asses and needed to get off. They retaliated by peppering my face and neck with kisses. I had freed my arms before they piled on - but I was still feeling a little claustrophobic - completely unable to escape from under their combined weight.

My older sister's hands cupped my face, and she gave me a kiss that no sibling should share with their younger brother. I looked up into her eyes as she studied my face after delivering her naughty kiss.

"I've missed you," she purred.

"I ... I could tell," I replied, sightly out of breath and completely caught off-guard by her risqué behavior.

She giggled. I really didn't remember her giggling like that. It was nice.

Katie snuggled her face against mine and I hugged the two of them. All concerns about feeling trapped just melted away.

We went out for breakfast. Tanisha and Nicole spent the entire meal sharing their new business plan with my sister and her lover. I had hoped that she would counsel them against the idea but - of course - she instead offered to produce flyers and contact the sign company about getting a sign made for the place.

Before we left, she had called a realtor friend and had already initiated conversations with the property owners to determine whether my assistants-turned-managers were going to be buying or renting the place. The realtor immediately advised the girls to rent the place to see how things went.

I breathed a sigh of relief until my sister informed me that the realtor had somehow been involved in the cookoff event and suggested that they rent because she was already shopping for a more permanent (and larger) location. She anticipated that we would outgrow the little drive-thru place in the first 30 days.

At that point, I felt like the driver of a runaway stagecoach - heading for an abrupt and climactic end.

My sister threw her arm around my shoulder and dragged me off to her car. She shoved me into the passenger seat and condemned Katie to sit in the back with the other two. Based on the giggles as we rode along, she wasn't too put out about the change. I caught Tanisha rubbing her belly - and Nicole's - and just shook my head.

"We're what ...?" Katie asked, "like a month into our pregnancies?"

"Something like that," my sister replied, steering the car with one hand as she held my left hand with her right - our fingers laced together.

"If we spend three months at The Island, we'll still have almost five months at the new place once we find it," she said. "We'll be making bank by then. You and I can stop job-hunting."

"What?!" I gasped.

"Think about it," Nicole said, nodding her head at Katie. "I'm majoring in Hospitality Management - so I'll manage the restaurant."

"I've got the accounts, the payroll, the taxes, and the bookkeeping," added Tanisha (the Accounting major).

"I'll do the website and the online ordering app," Katie said.

"I've got advertising, signs, menus, and whatever else," my sister said, grinning.

"And me?" I asked.

"You do some computer magic to manage the inventory and - the rest of the time - you make sure we all stay pregnant," she laughed.

"Not me, thank you very much," Tanisha said, laughing as well.

I looked between all of their faces.

"I can't believe you're all serious about this!" I exclaimed.

"Micki says she wants in," Julie announced, looking at me.

"What?" I asked.

"She sees it as a tremendous investment opportunity. She was trying to figure out what to do with that settlement money. She and Patti want to be partners with us. My realtor friend is in as well. The five of us will run the business and we have three investors lined up to get us launched."

"I don't feel well," I said, laying my head back against the headrest.

"Are you fucking serious?" Nicole asked.

"Yeah," Tanisha agreed. "Your boss gave us $2000 just to feed 80 people. The only real question is whether or not we'll get the coffee shop."

"I wouldn't worry about that," my sister said confidently.

I felt lips press against mine. I opened my eyes to see my sister leaning across the car to kiss me.

"The light's green," I told her, smirking.

She giggled and sat back up to drive again.

A few minutes later, we arrived back at my apartment.

My sister dragged me into the house and shoved me into the recliner. She dropped onto my lap - sitting sideways. She laid her head on my shoulder and teased her fingers across the front of my chest. Quigley climbed up and sat on her legs. He curled up and then shoved his head against my chin.

"See," she said. "Quigley agrees."

"Traitor," I snarled at him.

He raised his paw, batted my chin, and then curled up and closed his eyes.

Somehow, that did more to settle my nerves than all of the words (and kisses) from the four women that I had come to think of as being "mine".

Tanisha leaned over and gave me a kiss. She pulled my hand to her breast and squeezed my fingers. I followed her suggestion and groped her a little as she kissed me again.

"I've gotta go do laundry," she said, smirking. "All my clothes smell like your semen for some reason."

She looked up at my sister.

"When do we want to get together to start making plans?" she asked her.

"Tomorrow afternoon?" Julie said. "I think we might hear back from my realtor friend later today."

Tanisha held her hand out to Julie - who squeezed her fingers.

"I really don't know what I'm going to tell my mom about us," Tanisha told her.

"Don't rush it," Julie said. "My dad still would have reacted poorly but maybe it wouldn't have been such an argument if I'd given him more time to adjust. You know how we feel about you."

"I do," Tanisha said. "I love you."

She bent and gave my sister a kiss. I stuck my lips in the mix and they both giggled and shoved me back.

"I love you, pizza slut," I yelled, as she headed for the door.

"You're the only one who gets to call me that, fat dick," she replied.

She shot me a grin, waved at the girls, and closed the door behind her.

"Nicole?" my sister called, standing to her feet and turning to lay Quigley on my chest.

"Yes?"

"Fuck my brother senseless, will you? Katie and I need to do some grocery shopping. We'll be back tomorrow for lunch."

"I can do that," Nicole said.

My roommate stood, walked over, and picked up Quigley. She cuddled him while Katie bent over my chair. The brunette pulled my hand up under her shirt and kissed me. I slipped my hand inside of her bra and gave her plump melons a little love as we made out for a minute or so.

Katie started squirming and I looked past my lover to see my sister sliding her hand down the front of Katie's pants.

"Come on, sexy bitch," she told her partner. "Let's get this shopping done so I can drag you off to bed."

"She's just getting me warmed up for you," Katie whispered to me.

She squeaked as my sister's fingers found her sensitive nub.

Julie gave me a parting kiss and then the two of them left.

Nicole (and Quigley) settled onto my lap.

"Is this really a good idea?" I asked.

"Sex?" she asked. "Yes, definitely."

"You know what I'm talking about ...," I grumbled.

"No one but you have any doubts," the blonde told me, laying her head on my shoulder and curling up on top of me.

She felt lovely. I wasn't that tired but - I must have been. I hadn't even realized that I'd fallen asleep until I woke up from my little nap. Nicole (and Quigley) were still resting. I sat there and watched my lover's face.

A month.

The last month had turned my life completely upside down. I'd fallen in love with two girls from my Health class that I hadn't even known had existed - and I'd given my sister and her partner the baby they had wanted - and another that none of us had expected. Since Nicole was pregnant as well, I was about eight months from being a father three times over.

I wondered - not for the first time - if this had truly been a good idea.

I realized that Nicole was looking at me.

"You're going to be a great dad," she said.

"How did you know that's what I was worrying about?" I asked her.

She ran her fingertips through my hair.

"You worry too much," she said.'

"It's all happening so fast," I complained.

"I'm pregnant," she reminded me. "I'm well aware that things have taken a dramatic turn."

She caught my chin in her fingers and made sure that I was looking into her eyes.

"I'm so fucking glad that I found you," she said. "I absolutely love that you take all of this so seriously but we've all been through a lot of shit and what's coming is nothing that we can't handle - especially as long as we have each other."

I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her closer - offering her kisses - which she accepted - and returned.

We cooked ramen noodles (chicken flavored) for dinner - cracking an egg into the pot as it boiled - turning it into a poor man's egg-drop soup.

"Who taught you that?" she asked me, giggling.

"My Philippino roommate," I told her.

We added some dried red pepper flakes to give it a little more bite. It was one of my favorite comfort-food meals. It also reminded me of my old roommate.

I snorted as I thought about how he used to mix up English axioms. When Nicole asked what I was giggling about, I told her - and then relayed to her some of the ones that he commonly messed up. I wondered what he was up to. He had finished his residency and had moved about an hour away to start working at the hospital there.

After dinner, Nicole insisted that Quigley had been bugging her to watch "Finding Nemo" which was (supposedly) his favorite movie. He did, indeed, start out watching the show with us but was soon curled up on our laps (she on mine and him on hers) and was napping again. I held my pregnant girlfriend and watched a cartoon about a fish dad trying to track down his kidnapped son.

At bedtime, my girlfriend ordered me to fuck her so hard that she passed out. I did my best, but I failed. When I finally gave up, she rolled me onto my back and used her tight cunt to churn the cream that I'd filled her with into a buttery mess.

She turned off the light, pulled the blanket over us, and laid her head against my chest - my deflating cock still buried deep within her.

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For breakfast, I fertilized Nicole's eggs and then we went to the gym - where we ran into the rest of my lovers. After an hour or so of working out, we grabbed some brunch, and Julie caught us up on the news.

The realtor had called and we were moving into The Island (the girls' name for the little drive-thru building where we planned to officially launch "Buns in the Oven").

We hung out at the restaurant until my sister's phone rang and then we paid quickly, jumped into our three vehicles, and headed for The Island. When we got there, Julie introduced us to Kendall (the realtor who was also one of our silent investors).

"I'd recommend taking off at least one day a week, if you're going to run this by yourself," she advised. "I've known small business owners who tried to be open seven days a week and they just burnt themselves out."

"We talked about just doing lunch," I told her.

She nodded and said, "I'd still ease into it. Better to add days later than to suddenly need to announce that you're reducing days or hours."

I nodded. It seemed like sound advice.

"If we're lunch-only, how about we take off Sunday and Monday?" I asked the girls.

I was met with a line of nodding heads.

"Tuesday - yes or no?" I asked.

"Lots of pizza places take off Monday," Tanisha replied. "I think we can handle Tuesday through Saturday."

"I agree," Nicole said, nodding.

I glanced at my sister and Katie.

"We'll be helping," my sister said, "but you three will be the primary workers - at least to start. You guys decide."

Katie nodded.

I turned back to the realtor, and said, "Looks like our week starts on Tuesday."

"Unless you think you can throw everything together in two days," she replied, "I would suggest announcing your grand opening for a week from Tuesday."

"Let's do that," Julie said. "I'll get an ad in the paper and buy us a billboard. If the sign company needs more time, we can do some banners. The end of the semester is coming quickly, and I want to get this moving as rapidly as possible."

The Island already had a couple of those little bar-top ovens. That wouldn't quite do what we wanted but it would work for warming up some loaves if we par-baked them. I started making a list of the equipment that we needed to buy or rent. For now, the cash register would suffice. We just needed ovens and a warmer. There was already gas to the building, so we wouldn't need to wait on any utilities to be hooked up.

I was confident that I could get the ovens and warmer within a week, so I actually started to feel a little better about the whole thing. Nicole already had the supply lists from the last two times we had done this. She would contact a food-service company and arrange for deliveries.

We decided to plan for 80 loaves a day. We'd prep them the night before (on site) and store them in the refrigerator. We'd bake 20 at a time - 5 of each type - and then start a second batch as soon as half of the first batch sold.

With five workdays for the week - at 80 loaves per day - meant that we needed five times the amount of supplies that we had required for the cookoff and the lunch events. My blonde-headed lover assured me that she had it covered.

I thanked Kendall for her help (and good advice). She handed me a key for the place, and I raised my eyebrows at her.

"I went ahead and started the lease," she explained. "You guys can get in and do whatever you need to in order to get things set up."

"You're amazing," I told her.

"Thanks," she said, smiling. "You're not too shabby yourself. By the way, I prefer the three-cheese."

I laughed and said, "We'll have a special opening - for investors and employees - the night before our grand opening."

She nodded and said, "I love it! I'll take two."

We headed for my apartment. When we got there, we started going through all of the details - including figuring out what beverages we were going to serve. There was coffee-making equipment at The Island already - and we talked about lotus drinks - but we finally decided to just stick with soda and water - and keep our focus on the breads.

Nicole got online and created an account with the company that we would be using to order our supplies. We all worked together to answer questions about beverages (and how we'd serve them) - as well as the minutia of cleaning supplies, food trays, paper bags, and napkins.

As we answered Nicole's questions, we began preparing some chicken breasts that I had planned to make. While those were baking, we mixed up a box of instant stuffing that I had bought to pair with the chicken. Thankfully, I had anticipated that I might be feeding all four of my lovers - so we would end up with enough food.

By the time Nicole had the questions answered - and we had scheduled our first delivery - the chicken was coming out of the oven.

As we ate, Tanisha informed me that she would be heading to the bank after her classes the following morning to create a company account. As soon as she got things set up and contacted our investors, they would transfer funds into the account so that we could pay for the supplies we'd ordered.

After work, I would be heading to the rental place to see about the equipment that we needed. Katie would start working on the website when she and Julie got home that night. Julie had already left messages with the sign company, the newspaper, and the firm that managed most of the billboards in the area. She would also be getting a few more aprons made - including one for each of our investors - as a little tie-in reward for backing our idea.

As we talked, we decided that we didn't really need a pre-opening for the employees - since we made sausage bread whenever the mood struck us. Instead, we decided to inform the investors that they could bring their families. We'd set up a couple picnic tables in the drive-thru and serve them there. Hopefully, it wouldn't snow or rain.

After Julie and Katie left, Tanisha asked about inviting her little sister and her mom. She thought it might be a less confrontational way for us to meet - at least for the first time. Nicole nibbled her bottom lip and suggested that maybe her mom could come as well.

We called my sister and ran the idea by her. She was cool with it but suggested that maybe we'd better get a small enclosed tent to serve people in - in case the weather didn't cooperate. Katie warned us that she might invite her mom. That prompted me to ask if her mom knew she was pregnant yet.

At that point, we decided that maybe we needed to plan on spending the next weekend, running around to the mom's homes - at least Katie's and Nicole's - to inform them that they were going to be grandmothers. Neither Julie nor I mentioned visiting our mother. I ended the call and looked at Tanisha and Nicole.

"What about your mom?" Tanisha asked.

"I don't know," I said. "She knows Julie is gay."

"You mean bi," Nicole said, smirking, "and pregnant with her brother's child?"

"Yeah, that's tough," Tanisha agreed.

"We SHOULD probably plan on visiting her this weekend," I admitted.

Nicole's mom and Katie's mom didn't live far apart - so that would make that easier - if rushed. My mom, however, lived an hour away - the wrong direction. We'd almost need to do the first two moms on Saturday and then my mom on Sunday.

Tanisha gave us kisses, wished me luck, and headed for her apartment.

At bedtime, Nicole lay on her back in the middle of our bed. She stroked my cock and sucked the head of my prick, milking me like a cow. I tried to focus on eating her out, but she was causing so much intense stimulation that I ended up just covering her pussy with my mouth and groaning endlessly.

When I complained, she stopped sucking the head and sucked my balls instead, jacking my cock as she did. She teased my perineum with the fingers of her other hand as she jerked me off and tongued my balls. I groaned as the jism fired from my cock like a shotgun. It splashed onto her breasts and stomach. She moaned and writhed and thrusted her cunt onto my mouth.

As soon as I could breathe again, I chewed on her twat. She pulled me down, onto her body, mashing my sticky spend between the two of us. She came within seconds. When she had recovered, I lapped at her twat - capturing her nectar before it escaped. She slid my cock back into her mouth - taking me down her throat - swallowing again and again - driving me wild. I sucked and chewed on her cunt until she came again and finally spat my prick out so that she could breathe.

We were both a gooey mess. She rolled me onto my back and cleaned me a little but there was too much - and it was everywhere. We climbed into the shower and scrubbed each other clean. We got dried and climbed back into bed to snuggle and fall asleep.

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The next day was just crazy. As soon as my classes were done, our group-text started lighting up with messages as each of the girls notified the rest of us as to how their work was progressing to get everything set up for us to open the restaurant in a week.

After work, I raced off to the equipment rental place. As soon as I had the arrangements made, I texted the group and then headed for home.