10-04-2015, 04:59 AM
'I'm so big...' Cal thought. 'I could give birth at any time probably.'
Unbidden, his thoughts drifted to his friend, now standing over him and rubbing his swollen belly. 'He likes it,' he reasoned. 'He's fantasising about rubbing my belly while doing things to me in the missionary position... that, or pretending I'm a pregnant girl whom he's fucking while rubbing her belly.' He felt guilty about being a cynic again, and sighed mentally. 'I suppose I shouldn't be so hard on him,' Cal thought to himself, as his own hands stroked his sides. 'After all, he's the father of my twins.'
As soon as he had that thought, Cal's eyes shot open. There was no way he'd had that thought. These babies inside him... they didn't have a father. They were created by the magic of that stupid ritual. He himself barely counted as a mother.
But some traitor part of him admitted that he liked the idea. That it made Sean's belly rubbing more than the indulging of a libido - it was the father of two twins showing affection and kindness to their mother. That if they rubbed his belly together, it would be family bonding-time rather than either of them scratching an itch. The instincts guided by that part of him seized control of his hands, which sought out the hands of Sean, near the front of his rocket...
Unbidden, his thoughts drifted to his friend, now standing over him and rubbing his swollen belly. 'He likes it,' he reasoned. 'He's fantasising about rubbing my belly while doing things to me in the missionary position... that, or pretending I'm a pregnant girl whom he's fucking while rubbing her belly.' He felt guilty about being a cynic again, and sighed mentally. 'I suppose I shouldn't be so hard on him,' Cal thought to himself, as his own hands stroked his sides. 'After all, he's the father of my twins.'
As soon as he had that thought, Cal's eyes shot open. There was no way he'd had that thought. These babies inside him... they didn't have a father. They were created by the magic of that stupid ritual. He himself barely counted as a mother.
But some traitor part of him admitted that he liked the idea. That it made Sean's belly rubbing more than the indulging of a libido - it was the father of two twins showing affection and kindness to their mother. That if they rubbed his belly together, it would be family bonding-time rather than either of them scratching an itch. The instincts guided by that part of him seized control of his hands, which sought out the hands of Sean, near the front of his rocket...