Ginger & Kim Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Ginger & Kim Pt. 01

... have fallen in love with both of you. Is that okay?"

"Of course it's okay. I love you both. I can't tell you how happy I am. I mean, about everything. God, did we get lucky with you, baby."

So, my life had changed. Happy as a lark, comes to mind. But, the most important thing was that my girls were happy. Did that mean that suddenly my girls were satisfied with just me in the sex department? Well, no. That was something I had to accept.

Chapter 10:

Something strange happened over the next few weeks. Kim became quiet, and less gregarious than was normal for her. I could not quite put my finger on it and she was not sharing.

We fell into that routine, for a couple of months. The bottom floor and the garage were done, and we were enjoying our spacious home. I began to landscape the ugly front yard with help from a couple of friends. I was truly enjoying being around the house full-time.

Meanwhile, something sort of strange happened. Ginger would have guys over, but Kim stopped having sex with other guys. Kim just wanted me, and I was not complaining. But in the back of my mind, I knew something was up.

One evening Ginger came to me. Kim was futzing in the kitchen so Ginger took my hand and led me to the primary bedroom. "Baby, Kim needs to talk to you. She needs to tell you something but she is really scared. You might have to drag it out of her."

"What the hell," I responded. "Scared of me? Have I ever done anything that would make either of you think I ...

... would be mean?"

"No, Kyle. But, this is different. I am afraid you are going to have to ask her what is up and, like I said, drag it out of her. That's all I can say."

I left the room and went into the kitchen. Kim was just finishing cleaning up our spotless kitchen when I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her from behind. Immediately she began to cry. I turned her around and pulled her into my arms. "Oh, baby. What is it? It can't be that bad, I love you, you know."

She just kept crying and so I brought her out to the living room and sat her on the couch. Ginger had made herself scarce, which at this point I appreciated. I put my finger under her chin, lifted her face, and looked into her tear-filled eyes. "Baby, please. Talk to me, what is it?"

Sobbing, and stuttering, she finally began to speak. "I..., I did something. I did something and I am afraid you are going to be mad at me. Oh, God, I am so stupid."

She began to cry more profusely and fell into my arms. I did not mean to, but a sort of gentle laugh escaped my mouth. "It's okay, love. Just tell me, Kim."

She then leaned back and looked into my eyes. She was reading me, and I could not believe this was the same incredibly strong woman I had fallen in love with. "I'm pregnant." That was all she said.

Then it dawned on me. She must have gone off of the pill on purpose and that is why I was the only one she was having sex with. I did not know how desperately both my girls wanted to be ...