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Waking up

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You woke to the smell of fresh coffee and the sound of running water and children laughing. The events of last night took a moment to come back to you, but they eventually did. You opened you eyes, a little surprised to find yourself alone, so you quickly dressed and went to the kitchen, where your sister was busy making eggs and toast.

"Morning, sleepyhead!" she said happily.

"'Sup, Triz," you answered, happy to see her in better shape than last night, "listen... about last night..." her smile dropped at your words, and you were afraid you had already ruined things.

"...Yes I... I'm sorry I dropped that bomb on you like that," she said, focusing back on the stove.

"No... I... I should have... I don't mind that they're... I understand why—"

"Would you have gone if you knew I was pregnant?" she interrupted you, still facing away from you.

"No! Of course not! I would have found another way... take you with me..."

Beatriz turned around, walked to you and embraced you, "I know... I knew even back then, that's why I didn't tell you. And then I just didn't know how to bring it up, even when you returned, I had to be drunk just to say it."

"I'm sorry—"

"Stop saying that!" she said, letting go and returning to the eggs. "Yes, it hurt a lot that your leave, but it was as much my fault as yours. It was I who demanded your virginity, remember?"

"Yes, that was quite a birthday present."

"You know we can't tell them the truth," she continued, "but... do you want to be part of their lives... part of my life?"

"Of course!" you said, now it was your turn to walk up to her and embrace her from behind, "I would even if they were only my nieces."

"But... I'm old, Johny," she said in your arms, "old for you, at least. You've told me how you don't care for women five years younger than me, and with your job... how could I—"

"I love you," you said, realizing only now how much you were hurting her when you confessed to only liking girls, when she was already a woman, "I don't care how old you are!" you turned her around and pressed your lips to hers, trying to probe your point, perhaps not only to her, but also to yourself.

"Mom!"

And again you jumped back, while Beatriz returned to make sure the eggs didn't burn. The voice wasn't there yet, but little footsteps could be heard coming down the hall.

"Mom! Eve want the red one but I want the green one, which one do we wear?!"

And first one, then two identical little girls were soon in front of you. Each had a dress on their hands, a long red one with frills, and a short green one with stripes. But other than that, both girls were completely naked, their hairs still wet and their little bodies in full display. You were unable to stop looking at their hairless little slits, also identical, just a small line between their legs.

"Why don't you ask your uncle?" answer Beatriz, looking at you with a smirk.

"Which one do we use, uncle John?" the both said almost at the same time, turning towards you and presenting both dresses, thus covering at least the front of their bodies.

"The... green one?" you said at last, really wishing "none" would be an acceptable answer.

"Awww," exclaimed the girl with the red dress in disappointment, while the other shouted a "Yay!"

"Now go get dressed, you need to eat breakfast before Luana arrives," instructed their mother

"Yep!" they both agreed, and you were presented with the delightful show of a pair of identical naked asses running back to their room.


WIP problem detected.

I'm having problems finishing this part. I've written two different versions and neither flows good.

What needs to happen is that Beatriz must offer her daughters to John, so he can give them the same birthday present that he gave her all her birthdays. The only salvageable part of what I've done is: "I don't want someone in this town taking my babies away. You were kind and tender, I want them to experience that."

But I can't find a good situation for her to do that that doesn't make her look either crazy or completely broken. Right now I would really appreciate some help to get past this part, since I don't want to loose more time here than I already have.