Heather was crafty. Even though she just turned eighteen, she wasn't graduating for another year but she did accept an invitation to go to the party with a friend of Dan's. That way she would be sitting at the same table with her true crush. Apparently it worked. The boys got liquored up pretty good at the after party. Audrey made sure to keep feeding her date different drinks like tequila, rum, whiskey, beer, and gin. It didn't take long for her date to embarrass himself by puking and passing out. Dan had a few drinks himself and soon found company in the form of a sexy blonde who had been flirting with him for months at school. Long story short, Dan and Audrey banged that night and shortly there after, she was pregnant with his child too.
Audrey was in a much different situation that Rosa. Audrey's parents had often called her a slut right to her face for the way she dressed and presented herself. That was partly true. Audrey had got around but she only ever had oral sex or gave out hand jobs with any other boys she had dated. She was saving her honey pot for someone special and Dan was that someone special. Dan immediately regretted fucking my birth mother right away, crying and cursing himself. He was already in that drama with Rosa and should have learned his lesson but as they say, a hard cock has no conscience. Sometime after finding out that she was knocked up, Audrey made a decision to keep the baby. She told Dan about it of course but told him she didn't expect anything from him. First he didn't believe that it was his but she assured him that she was a virgin before him. He vaguely remembered a little blood on his dick after they had sex. Then he tried to convince my birth mother to have an abortion but Audrey was determined to raise the child as a single mother.
That was the plan anyway but plans don't know just how tough it is to raise a child when you were so recently just one yourself. Audrey didn't account for her parents either. Her Dad was a mean drunk and her Mom worked two menial jobs to support the family. Audrey also had two younger siblings under the age of ten so it was already a zoo at her small house. The baby was going to have to sleep with Audrey in her bedroom. Soon after the baby was born, this is where I come into the story, it became insane. I had no idea but apparently, baby Victoria, me, was a right screamer. I still am actually but that will come up soon enough. As a baby, I could rattle the windows with my wailing and I was told that I wailed all the time. It was too much for the whole family. Audrey's parents did not want her to keep the baby in the first place. Her mother was unable to help and was perpetually tired. The younger siblings hated sharing space with the crying machine. Audrey herself was always tired too and seemed to never have enough rest. Then there was her father. When he got on a drunk, he got mean and threats turned to violence. After six months, my birth mother threw up the white flag in defeat. She never truly felt the love connection with her child as she would confess later on. It was something that just seemed to get in the way of her growing up.
At her whit's end, she finally reached out to Dan. He and Heather and the two girls were settled in nicely. Heather had forgiven Dan about his infidelity with Rosa who had passed away at that point. Heather loved having two baby girls at home. Her only grief was that the doctors confirmed the worst about her womb and told her that she could probably never carry another child again. She wasn't ready for another one that second but Dan's over active loins had made it so. He never told Heather about his graduation tryst with Audrey. After Audrey reached out to him, he had planned to tell my birth mother that she was shit out of luck. She said that she was going to be a single a mother and that was that. He met with Audrey to tell her so and to keep her from contacting Heather. He didn't think he could survive another infidelity incident with his wife. Dan met Audrey at a diner where she had brought baby Victoria with her. From what I am told, that was all it took. I had been crying but when Dad looked at me for the first time, I smiled and reached out to him. He picked me up and held me and he became the one who cried. I was a Daddy's girl. Audrey cried too because she was then aware of her babies fate.
Dan confessed to Heather, who took it surprising well. She did threaten to cut off his balls but agreed to an initial visit. Heather saw how dishevelled and baggie eyed Audrey was and could tell how overwhelmed she must have been. Audrey cried the entire time as she begged Heather to take her baby. Victoria was already happy in the arms of her father and she seemed overjoyed at the two other little girls. "I just want her to have a chance at a normal life. My parents already told me not to bring her home again. I will have to live in a shelter if I keep her," Audrey pleaded. Saint Heather had the worlds biggest heart, it is known and it came to pass. So Elizabeth, Anna and Victoria became sisters with only eight months separating the eldest Elizabeth and I. Anna was two months older than me.
I know, I know, Anna doesn't fit the title of any queen but there was a Queen Anne and who are we to get in the way of a good group nickname. So Anna started getting called Anne somewhere along the line and it just stuck. She only gets called Anna when she is trouble with Mom who will yell, "Anna Sophia Thompson, do you want the wooden spoon?" as an empty threat. Beth as we call my eldest sister gets the full, "Elizabeth Marjory Thompson" and I get the "Victoria Caroline Thompson" when we get in trouble although Beth rarely gets into any. It's mostly me. Outside of that, I usually go by Vicky.
Growing up, none of us girls knew that we all had different biological mothers. We all just assumed that Heather was our natural Mom. We were clueless as children even though our birthdays were all so close. Beth was a year ahead of Anne and I in school. Beth has her birthday in September, Anne in February and me in April. As we got older, and wiser, the questions arouse. Even before we learned the math about pregnancy terms, there were other clues. First off, we don't really look like each other at all. Beth grew tall and slim and had her mother's pale and freckled complexion and thin lips. Her eyes were sky blue like both Dad and Heather. She had our Dad's little pug nose though. That was the one thing we all shared. Beth also had their hair colouring, a bit of both of them as her hair turned out auburn, darker than Mom's ginger mane but redder than Dad's dark brown. Anne got her genetics almost entirely from her biological mother. She had olive skin and ink black hair. Anne has high cheek bones and a wide mouth. Her eyes are light brown and she is the shortest of the three of us. Anne was the first to get blessed by the booby faerie though. She developed a true woman's body at an early age. As for me, I got my birth mother's curly blonde hair, thick bow shaped lips and green eyes. I ended up a bit taller than Anne but still a fair bit shorted than Beth. I was self conscious about my boobs after both of my sisters had developed and I was still flat chested. Beth got hers after Anne and they never grew as big as our middle sister's rack but they got to be noticeable and very perky. It was a full year after Beth filled out that I started to see a difference in my front and then my right breast came in before my left, leaving me embarrassingly lopsided for an entire summer. I do however have a very shapely bum, so I am told. Even my sisters would whistle when I bent over. I was often told my rear end was my best asset, pun intended. Once my boobs evened out at a perky B cup I began getting the confidence of my body and loved showing it off.
Where was I? I got distracted again. Oh yes. Then there were the other clues, like the extra Christmas presents under the tree for Anne and me from people we didn't know. The Almeida's found out the fate of their grand daughter and started reaching out after a number of years. My bio Mom Audrey was even closer. She would come over to visit some times and spend time with just me. I always thought that she was an aunt or something. Eventually the truth had to come out and our true history was explained to us. It was around the time that we were nine years old and Mom got the all clear from the doctors to get pregnant again. We learned about the whole nine month pregnancy thing and figured out our math. Mom had a second child, a boy, ten years younger than all of his sisters. Donald was the spitting image of our Dad. He was destined to be a heart breaker.
We didn't get much sex education from Mom, other than "Don't do it." The three of us became self educated. Just a little more about our personalities for a second. Beth was the good one, mostly, tried to be like our mother. She wasn't very bright, struggled with school work all the time but was pretty, tall and athletic. She also seemed to buy into the whole religion thing. Anne was the schemer, the planner, the natural leader. She had slept in the middle when we were younger and when we camped out, we zipped our sleeping bags together and Anne, again, always took the middle. She was smarter than Beth, did well enough in school but not as good as me. She was better at me in art and gym and about equal in English and French but I was smarter in all the academic stuff. I was never fond of gym, probably because I had asthma growing up. That's why I was a screamer when I was a baby as it turned out. I did like volleyball though. My sisters were better at it than me, Anne had skill and strategy, Beth was tall and could block and spike. I just did my best. I was the rebel of the group though, always pushing boundaries and testing limits. I was the first to get caught swearing and getting my mouth washed out with soap. I never swallowed any of the religious stuff either. Anne really didn't believe in all that either but she put on the good show of it for our parents. I flat out denied it all. It made no sense to me. I also seemed to crave trouble. So to get back to where I was, I shoplifted copies of Penthouse letters magazine from the corner store while my sisters ran interference. That was how we got our real education about sex.
