Kate emerged from the kitchen carrying a glass of wine. “Thought you might need this,” she said, offering it to Amber with a knowing smile.

  Amber accepted it gratefully, taking a healthy gulp. “God, yes. Thank you.”

  We moved to the living room, Caroline and Sofia flanking Amber on the couch while Kate took the armchair. I remained standing, watching the interplay between them.

  “Tell us what happened,” Caroline said gently.

  Amber stared into her wine for a moment. “My boss called me in this morning. Gave me a lecture about ‘maintaining professional standards.’ Basically told me my personal life was becoming a distraction.”

  “What did you say?” Kate asked.

  “That my personal life is none of his business.” The old fire returned to Amber’s eyes. “And that if he has a problem with who I choose to date, he can call a lawyer.”

  I grinned. “There’s the brat I know.”

  She looked up at me with mock indignation. “I am not a brat!”

  “You absolutely are,” Caroline said, laughing. “And we love it.”

  Amber’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away from me. “Oh my God, you were so annoying at first. Always challenging everything I said, making me question everything I thought I knew.”

  “And now?” I asked, stepping closer.

  She set down her wine and leaned back, her professional composure finally cracking. “Now I realize you were right. About what matters. About what I really want.”

  “Which is?”

  She gestured around the room, but her gaze stayed fixed on mine. “This. A real family.” Her voice grew quieter. “I want what Caroline has.”

  The room went still. Caroline’s hand moved instinctively to her belly.

  “I want to be pregnant,” Amber continued, the words tumbling out now. “I want to carry your children. I want to be part of this.”

  Sofia made a soft sound of approval. Kate leaned forward, her eyes bright with interest.

  I moved closer, until I was standing directly in front of her. “You want to join us? Completely?”

  She nodded, unable to speak.

  “Even though you’re still wearing that uptight work outfit?” I reached down and flicked the collar of her blazer. “Still looking like the prim little real estate agent who fought us for months?”

  Amber looked down at her clothes, then back up at me. “I... I didn’t have time to change—”

  “I like it,” Caroline said. “The good girl next door… who’s about to become our breeding slut.”

  Amber threw her head back and let out a throaty laugh. Then she bit her lip, her eyes sparkling. “Oh my God, you guys. I didn’t know you were like this.”

  “But you like it,” Caroline said, smiling.

  Amber grinned, casting her eyes down shyly. “I do. And yes, I wanna be…” she chortled, covering her mouth.

  Stepping forward, I reached for the back of her head and fisted her hair, pulling her head back slightly.

  The laughing stopped. Her eyes widened and she moved her head back, baring her neck. “Oh my God I like that,” she breathed.

  “Say it,” I murmured firmly

  “I… I wanna be your breeding slut.”

  “Good girl.” I released her hair and lifted her chin, gently brushing my thumb over her cheek.

  Amber was panting now, almost in a swoon.

  “Touch Caroline’s belly,” I said quietly. “Feel what you’re going to have.”

  Amber’s hand trembled as she reached toward Caroline’s bump. “Can I?”

  Caroline guided Amber’s palm to the curve of her belly. “That’s your future, honey. That’s what Ryan’s going to give you.”

  Amber’s eyes glazed, her hand splaying across Caroline’s stomach. “I want this so badly,” she whispered.

  “Then take it,” I said, reaching down to stroke her hair. “We’re going to take care of you, Amber. Give you everything you’ve been craving.”

  She looked up at me. “When?”

  “Right now,” I said. “If you’re ready.”

  Amber stood abruptly, shedding her blazer with sudden determination. “I’m ready.”

  Caroline smiled, rising from the couch. “Then let’s go upstairs and give you what you want.”

  Chapter twenty-six

  Caroline entered her bedroom ahead of us, flicking on a bedside lamp. As the rest of us filed in, she moved softly beside the bed, turning down its cream-colored comforter.

  Amber stood in the center of the room, still in her work clothes. She fidgeted with her hands. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

  Sofia moved to her side. “Is okay, mi amor. We take care of you.”

  Amber touched Sofia’s arm. “Thank you. I feel surprisingly relaxed with you guys here. It feels like you all understand me.”

  Kate settled into the armchair by the window.

  Caroline sat on the edge of the bed, caressing her belly. “We’re going to make you feel so good, honey. And then Ryan’s going to put a baby in you.”

  Amber’s breathing quickened. I placed my hands on her shoulders.

  “Let’s get you out of these work clothes,” I murmured, starting to undo the buttons of her blouse.

  Amber let out a moan of assent, watching my fingers, letting me undress her like a doll.

  “You’re so pretty,” Sofia breathed, moving closer to stroke Amber’s hair.

  I peeled the blouse away, revealing her ivory-pale skin, and a waist so small I could almost span it with my hands.

  “Look how tiny she is,” Caroline said admiringly, leaning back on one hand.

  Amber flushed at being discussed like this, but she seemed to love the attention.

  “Come here, sweetheart,” Caroline said, taking Amber’s hands as she approached.

  The contrast was striking—Caroline’s pregnant curves against Amber’s supple frame.

  Caroline cupped Amber’s cheeks. “You’re going to be such a good little breeder for us.”

  “Yes,” Amber whispered.

  I stood behind her, gripping her waist, kneading her malleable flesh beneath my fingers.

  “So small,” I murmured. “But not for long. Soon you’ll be swollen like Caroline.”

  Amber’s head fell back against my shoulder as I kissed her neck.

  “Are you ready?” I asked, my hands sliding up to cup her breasts through her bra.

  She nodded, pressing back against me. “Yes, I’m ready. I want to have your baby.”

  “Take off the rest,” I commanded. Amber’s hands went to her bra clasp while I knelt behind her, quickly pulling down her slacks.

  I took my time with her panties, slowly peeling them away like I was unwrapping a present. Then I pressed my lips against her ass. It was plump and perky yet unbelievably soft.

  She shook her golden hair, letting it fall loose around her shoulders. Then she crawled onto the bed, stretching out between Caroline and Sofia, her slender body trembling with anticipation.

  I knelt between Amber’s thighs, teasing her clit with my tongue.

  Caroline and Sofia flanked her, their fingers softly caressing her skin while Kate watched from the armchair.

  Amber opened her thighs wider, her hips involuntarily moving in response to my tongue. She was wet and ready. Sliding a finger over her glistening slit, I tried to push inside her. But I could barely get the tip of my finger in.

  “Holy shit you’re tight,” I growled.

  “I—I’m sorry… My pussy’s really small,” Amber mewled.

  Caroline reached to the bedside table, opening the drawer. “It’s okay, honey. It’s just going to take a bit of training.”

  “Training?”

  Caroline squeezed a liberal amount of lube out onto Amber’s mound, making the young blonde quiver at the cold liquid as I started massaging it over her lips.

  My index finger easily slid inside now, though I felt the incredibly tight grip of Amber’s vagina. I started working it, but Amber flinched, sucking in a breath.

  “Does it hurt?” I said.

  Amber nodded. “A little.”

  Caroline positioned herself over Amber. “May I? This needs a woman’s touch.”

  For a few minutes, I watched Caroline’s supple fingers working, until she was able to fit two inside, slipping them over Amber’s G-spot, making her squirm and gaze at Caroline with wide eyes.

  I could tell she saw Caroline in a whole new light now.

  Caroline moved aside, and Amber opened her thighs for me. My cock was hard and heavy as I pushed it against her entrance.

  “Are you ready?” I said. “Ready to have a family with us?”

  “Yes,” she whimpered, squirming against the sheets. “Breed me. Make me pregnant like Caroline.”

  I pushed in slow. Amber’s cry was sharp, her legs wrapping around me, pulling me deeper. The bed creaked, the room warm despite the December chill outside.

  Sofia’s hand slid to where we joined, her fingers brushing Amber’s clit, making her buck. “His cock’s gonna pump you full.” Her other hand grazed my balls, rolling them gently.

  “Your pussy was made for this, wasn’t it?” I murmured.

  “Yes,” Amber said, gazing up at me.

  “Made to take my dick.”

  “Yes it was.” She opened her legs wider, bucking desperately. “M-made to have your babies.”

  I pushed in further, until I was balls deep inside Amber’s delicate body.

  Her mouth fell open as she stared at the ceiling in amazement.

  Caroline’s lips found Amber’s neck, kissing soft, her hand still teasing Amber’s nipple. “Feel him, Amber,” she murmured. “Feel how deep he is”

  Amber’s moans grew frantic, her hips rocking to meet mine, her pussy clenching with each thrust.

  “Ryan, please,” she begged, her voice raw, eyes glassy with need. “I want it, I want your cum, I want your baby.”

  I leaned down, kissing her hard as I thrust faster, the pressure building.

  “What were you made for, Amber? Tell me.”

  “To carry your children,” she sobbed, her legs wrapping around my waist. Her nails raked my back, her body trembling.

  Caroline tenderly stroked her head. “That’s our good little breeding slut,” she breathed, kissing her.

  I thrust deep, groaning as my release hit, spilling hot cum into her young womb.

  Amber’s cry matched mine, her body shaking and convulsing before finally going limp.

  We lay there for a moment, catching our breath, our hearts racing.

  I pulled out slowly, and Amber shivered at the loss of connection, her eyes still glazed with satisfaction.

  “Perfect,” Caroline whispered, kissing Amber’s cheek. “We’re going to be mommies together.”

  Amber smiled languidly, her eyes moving to Kate, still watching from the chair. “And— and Kate, too.”

  Caroline smiled. “Yes, and Kate too. Three of us, each one pregnant with Ryan’s child.”

  Amber sighed, nestling her head against the pillow.

  I settled beside her. “How do you feel?”

  She nestled against me, eyes soft and dreamy. “I feel complete.” Her hand moved to her stomach. “Do you really think...?”

  “Maybe,” Caroline said. “But this will just be the first of many nights.”

  Sofia giggled, settling on the other side of me. “Every night if we have to.”

  Amber sighed. “I can’t believe I waited so long. I was being so stupid.”

  ”You weren’t stupid,” Kate said from her chair. “You were scared. But you’re not scared anymore, are you?”

  Amber shook her head, fingers intertwining with mine. “No. Not anymore. I know exactly where I belong now.”

  I pulled the blankets up over all of us, Amber nestling among us like she’d always been part of the family.

  Chapter twenty-seven

  Sunlight streamed through Caroline’s living room windows on Christmas morning, catching the bulbs on the big tree.

  Presents spilled out from under its branches, and the fireplace crackled cozily.

  I sat in the armchair near the fire, watching my four women in their various states of undress—Caroline in a silk robe, Sofia in an oversized sweater and fuzzy slippers, Kate in flannel pajama pants and a tank top.

  But it was Amber who kept hogging my attention.

  She knelt in front of the tree on the sheepskin rug. Wearing a short red nightgown, her blonde hair tousled from sleep, she enthusiastically handed out presents.

  “This one’s for you,” she said, crawling toward me with a wrapped box, the movement making her nightgown ride up dangerously high.

  Caroline watched from another armchair with an amused smile. “You’re giving Ryan quite a show.”

  Amber’s cheeks flushed pink, but she didn’t adjust the nightgown. “Maybe that’s the point.”

  “Such a tease,” Sofia commented from where she was arranging mugs of hot chocolate on the dining room table.

  “I learn from the best.” Amber straightened her back and handed me the present.

  “Is from me!” Sofia said, pointing at it.

  I unwrapped Sofia’s gift—cedar planks for smoking salmon— and set it down beside a new multitool from Kate and a Julius Caesar biography from Caroline.

  I gave Sofia a hug and kiss, then returned to my chair. “I’ve got something here for you, Amber,” I said, reaching for the small velvet box beside my chair.

  Her eyes lit up as I handed it to her. She popped it open, then delicately pulled out a simple gold band that glistened in the firelight.

  “It’s a promise ring,” I said. “The promise is that you’re ours now, completely.”

  Amber gazed at it, then slowly slipped it onto her ring finger. “I love it.”

  She admired the ring on her finger, then tossed her hair with a luxurious air. “I’m the only one with a ring. Is it because I’m the newest? Or maybe because I’m the youngest. I get special privileges. Can I open all the rest of my presents first?”

  The room went quiet. Caroline and I exchanged a glance. I gave her a nod. Sofia hid a smirk behind her mug while Kate raised an eyebrow with obvious amusement.

  “You know that’s not how this family works, Amber,” Caroline said calmly.

  Amber looked at her with wide eyes. I could see the anticipation there.

  “Come here,” Caroline said, patting her lap.

  Amber pouted. “We’re opening presents. I had one for you next.”

  “You better do as she says,” I said, a small smile on my lips.

  With a saucy face, Amber crawled across the rug and draped herself across Caroline’s thighs. The contrast was delicious—Caroline’s maternal authority and Amber’s youthful submission.

  “Much better,” Caroline said, stroking Amber’s hair. “I’m Ryan’s first, and we’re under my roof.”

  “You’re a lot older than me too,” Amber breathed, looking up at her.

  “That’s right, honey,” Caroline said, stroking her cheek. “I make the decisions around here, including about Christmas morning. Understood?”

  Amber kept gazing up at her for a moment. Then she murmured, “Yes, understood.”

  “Good girl.” Caroline reached for a silver-wrapped box. “Now, because we do like to spoil you, I have something else here from all of us.”

  Amber’s nails ripped the paper away, revealing a jewelry box. Her breath caught as she read the brand name inscribed on the box.

  She glanced around at us, wide-eyed. “Oh my God. I can’t believe—”

  “Go ahead,” I said. “Open it.”

  Removing the lid, she lifted a delicate gold necklace with a small glittering pendant.

  “This must have cost so much.” she breathed, lifting it with trembling fingers. “I’ve never owned anything this beautiful.”

  “You’re worth it,” Sofia said warmly. “Our little mama deserves beautiful things.”

  Caroline took the necklace from Amber’s hands. “Turn around,” she said.

  Amber readily obeyed, gathering her hair away from her neck. Caroline fastened it around Amber’s throat with careful attention.

  “How does it look?” Amber asked, touching the pendant.

  “Perfect,” I said. “Like you belong to us.”

  “I do belong to you,” Amber whispered.

  Caroline’s hands rested on Amber’s shoulders. “Yes, you do. And don’t forget that.”

  Amber’s pupils dilated, and her lips parted. This was just the kind of talk she loved. “I won’t forget it,” she breathed.

  I stood, slowly walking towards them. I touched the hem of Amber’s nightgown. “This needs to come off.”

  Amber nodded eagerly as Caroline pulled the red fabric over her head, leaving her naked except for the gold necklace and promise ring.

  “Much better,” Caroline murmured, her fingers tracing over Amber’s pebbling nipples. “Our beautiful little wife.”

  Kate moved closer, looking Amber up and down while Sofia watched, forgetting the hot chocolate for the moment.

  Amber’s hands groped at my pajama pants, squeezing my hardening length through the fabric.

  “Your such a slut for Ryan,” Caroline hummed. “Look how eager you are.”

  Amber tugged at the waistband of my pajama pants. “Yes, I am.”

  I shoved them down, letting my stiff cock bounce up. Amber eagerly took hold of it.

  Kate sat on the arm of the chair. “That’s it, show us how you suck it.”

  Amber opened her plump little lips, and took me into her mouth.

  At that moment, a phone rang.

  It was a jarring electronic trill that took me back to my childhood in the 2000s.

  Caroline looked towards the hallway in surprise. “The landline! Nobody calls my landline anymore.”

  Caroline rose from the chair. Amber stood aside, naked, hugging herself and shivering slightly.

  The phone kept ringing insistently.

  We listened as Caroline’s stockinged feet padded into the hallway, and the ringing stopped abruptly.

  “Hello… Yes, this is Caroline.” Her voice was formal and polite. “Oh yes! She’s here... Yes, we’re having a lovely Christmas morning... Of course, just one moment.”