I stood up and headed to the door. "Sounds good Dad, I have some friends over to-" I looked back at the girls, seeing Sam shaking her head, "if that's okay?" I knew it would be, Dad doesn't mind if I have guests over, especially on Friday night.
"That's fine, how many extra mouths do I have to feed?"
"Three" I say as Jacklyn and Alicia try to make themselves presentable. Sam was less worried about her appearance, but still did the minimum of fixing her hair and reapplying her black lipstick. The three of them had dried off over the last hour since they had been in my womb and if it weren't for the umbilical cords attached to their bellies, they looked the same as they had at school. Except Jacklyn, of course, but I don't actually recall what she used to look like.
"Sounds good! I'll get some spaghetti cooking and let you know when it's ready."
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Introductions went quickly, although Dad was surprised that I had so many girls over. Not that you had multiple girlfriends, but that you had any. That kinda stung, but he quickly apologized.
There weren't enough chairs at the table, so Sam offered for Jacklyn to sit on her lap. She occasionally slips a hand under Jacklyn's skirt, making her squirm and blush profusely as she talks with my sister Emily about makeup.
Luke and Alicia quickly bonded over sports, talking about professional basketball. It seems like they're both fans of the same team, talking excitedly about the upcoming season.
I cleared my throat. "Dad, Luke, Emily, there's another thing I need to tell you. You probably noticed that I changed last night, and now I feel that John no longer fits me as my name." Everyone was looking at me, and I bring an arm up to cover my naked breasts. "So for now on you can call me Azalea, Moxie, or Jemma. Any of the three are good, and you don't have to stick to one or another." I let go of a breath I didn't know I was holding and stare down at my bare thighs.
The room is still for what feels like forever before Emily breaks the silence. "Those are great names for you, Azalea!"
My brother and father quickly respond in similar ways, both a bit unsure about how to handle the situation.
Emily takes the lead in the conversation, obviously more comfortable then the two men in the room. "Are you still deciding on which one to use? I know it's a big decision." She notices the confusion on your face and continues. "What? I've helped some friends with picking names before." Oh yeah, one of her close friends is trans. It's been so long I'd forgotten.
"No, I've decided to use all three of my names. We spent all afternoon brainstorming them and those are the ones they chose." I said, reaching over to ruffle Sam's hair, much to her annoyance.
"Well then, Jemma, we'll support you no matter what names you go by." Dad said with a smile.
Dinner ends, and the girls decide we should play some video games together. Booting up the old Wii for some go-karts, we spend a few hours racing around the tracks into the night. Sam and Alicia are the most competitive, while Jacklyn and I battle for third place.
Jacklyn is the first to get tired, and I bow out soon after. She looks at me with hungry eyes. the pink-haired girl leans in close before diving at my breast. I felt a wave of pleasure as the pressure I hadn't noticed is released into Jacklyn's mouth. Alicia is the next to notice the activity on the other side of the couch, getting distracted enough to drive right into the wall. She sets down her controller and slides over to lick and suck at my free nipple, drinking in my milk.
Sam realized her opponent had quit, and then saw why. "No fair! I didn't know it's time for dessert! Guess I'll just have to..." She says with a smile, swiftly undoing Alicia's jeans and pulling down Jacklyn's panties. The short punk pushed two fingers into the other two, before going down on my needy pussy.
Sam's assault on my clit delivers jolts of pleasure through my body, and the moans of Alicia and Jackie send vibrations through my tits as they continue to milk me dry. Sam knows just how to use the bar piercing her tongue to keep me teetering at the edge.
I moan loudly as orgasms wash over me. I had probably woken the whole neighborhood screaming Sam's name, and the punk was still at it. Her face and clothes were soaked in my girlcum, as was the couch beneath us. Alicia and Jacklyn are 69ing at the other end of the couch, sending further pleasure through their umbilical cords and to my brain.
It's past three in the morning when we are finally too tired to continue with the lovemaking. Alicia passes out on top of Jacklyn, while Sam makes it halfway into my womb before falling asleep. I am quick to follow, dozing off with a hand on my partial baby bump.