Friday

Once more I flew into what I slowly started thinking of home now. This time Meg was with me and Alisha had brought Bev again. It was love at first sight, I swear I could see sparks fly. By the time we dropped Bev at her place Megan had already decided to stay there as well, and I had to smile as I knew there wasn't a guest room in the little condo. We agreed to meet up in the morning at a famous pancake place, after which we would surf and they would share Bev's jet ski, and we'd all go take a look at Mermaid beach.

Saturday

If I ever wondered about how quickly I had fallen in love, it was nothing compared to Bev and Meg. By the time they were reaching the restaurant they were totally committed to each other. I saw my sister's favorite ring on Bev's finger, and Meg had a beautiful golden bracelet with small diamonds.

Afterwards they wanted to go to a tattoo place and as they both got a matching tattoo on their breast, Alisha suggested we get one as well. We sat together, legs against each other as the girl artist drew a stylized mermaid tail across both our legs. By itself it was a sweet curly line on my leg, but every time we sat together it clearly became a mermaid tail, which we both embraced as proof of our own love.

Later, with our new tattoos well covered in plastic, we sailed to Mermaid beach, as Meg sat behind Bev on the jet ski, her arms tightly wrapped around Bev. They loved our beach, but as Alisha and I stretched out on the warm sand, they got back on their machine, and went to see what was beyond…

It took two hours and we were about to leave when our sisters showed up again. I could sense that something had happened, and from Alisha's nervous voice as she asked where they had been, she felt it too. The answer though was beyond belief.

They were going to get married. In two months. And Bev was buying the lot next to ours. And they were going to build a house. A home. We were going to be neighbors.

It took a bit of prodding to get the full story out. They hadn't been that far away, less than a mile. But there was a stretch of perfect and pristine beach along fairly high dunes. There wasn't any bay like we have, but behind the dunes was a large lake, with its own beach and the most wonderful flora and fauna.

And as they checked it out, they realized there was a perfect spot to build a house right on the lake. And Bev apparently checked out the area on her phone and found that it could be bought, just like Alisha bought the land around our Mermaid beach. And Bev, with a similar trust fund from their grandmother as Alisha, put a purchase request in, which under normal circumstances should be honored on Monday.

And just like us, they started fantasizing about what their house would look like, they made love right where the master bedroom would be, and the simple reality hit them. They were made for each other. And with no desire to wait they agreed to get married and build their house and make a home and a family.

A family yes. The way they saw it, both would bear a child for us, when we were ready for it. But in the same way they wanted to use our frozen sperm to father their own children. As soon as possible.

Now, with anyone telling me this, knowing that they met each other less than one day ago, I would talk some sense in them, and suggest they get to know each other better for a few months. But with our sisters, we saw the fire from the first moment, and they must be feeling the same that Alisha and I did on our first day together. I guess some things are meant to be.

We celebrated. There was no doubt that we were going to be their maids of honor. Nor that we would be neighbors at some point. Would building two homes close together be a better deal, financially? Or with at least half a mile between us, would it matter?

As I pondered over these questions I didn't even realize that I had already chosen to live here, apparently giving up on my current job? Like Megan, but she would easily find a job here, being a teacher. My job, that I have enjoyed so much in the past weeks, would it allow for working remotely?

There was no time to find an answer, as we needed to get back home. We sailed and jet skied and met again at Alisha's place. I started prepping dinner and Meg helped me, our lovers watching us in awe. The bond between sisters was now forged into an unbreakable quartet.

That night, finally alone, Alisha had a surprise for me. She swallowed a little pill and soon after her penis started growing and swelling up. It didn't get rock hard, but enough to fill my new pussy, and as we merged together I realized two things. I wanted this. I wanted a real pussy more than ever, but I wanted her flesh inside me, as often as possible. I don't think either of us could come, but I needed to be one with my lover.

The second thing was no surprise after what happened today. I wanted us to be married soon as well, start our own family and build our own home. Why go the slow path that we thought we needed? I simply could not see a life for myself without Alisha. And she agreed in full. She formally asked me, while we were still connected through the flesh, to marry her, to be her wife, to take her name, and be the mother of her children. And although we had no ring yet, I gave her my “yes” just as formally, and just like that we too were engaged.

Sunday

We were up pretty early and we called our sisters and shared the news. They were not surprised and they suggested we do our weddings together. And a simple deal was struck. Both our sisters would get pregnant, using our frozen sperm. They would keep the first born, and the second would be ours. Then after a year or so, they would do it again, but this time we'd receive the baby from the other mother. Within a year after being married we would be parents.

It also meant that building our homes should start right away, and Bev said she knew a few people, and as soon as she'd secured the land on Monday she would reach out to them.

I ended up flying back by myself, Meg staying with Bev for the week and maybe longer. I had to promise to drive by her place every day and water her plants and get her mail. It wasn't exactly between my own place and my work, but it would only take me about half an hour extra on my way back from work.

TWO MONTHS LATER

The wedding was beautiful! We were all brides and maids of honor. My dad guided Meg to the altar, while my mom took me. I'm so happy they embraced the new me. As well as Alisha. As my parents-in-law embraced me, knowing I'm the right person for their daughter.

In a way it's funny. Both sets of parents were perfectly fine with Alisha and me getting married. But it took much more from them to accept that their other daughter was in love with another woman. Until you realized how perfect that love was, something I saw the first minute Meg and Bev met. And with our parents being open minded, how could they not, they saw the happiness in all of us. And isn't that what every parent wants in the end for their children?

I was now Mrs Sabine Monroe, proudly taking Alisha's last name, while Beverly had taken Megan's last name, so the Duke family name continued as well. The four of us took our honeymoon at Florida's Gulf coast, as we all needed a beach close by. We shared a large two-bedroom suite, and while our first night was just with our own spouse, we spent multiple nights all four in the same bed. It was only fair that Bev and I got to know each other intimately as well, since Meg and Alisha were very familiar already.

Until our homes were ready Alisha moved in with me, since she could work remotely from anywhere. Meg and Bev moved temporarily into Alisha's old place, as it was bigger than what Bev had. The two of them oversaw the construction of both houses, as they were close, but Alisha and I flew in almost every other week.

Our first time there since the honeymoon we performed “The Ceremony”. Rather than relying on a doctor to perform the artificial insemination, Alisha and I used “injectors” with our own, now unfrozen sperm. Both our sisters had synchronized their periods from the moment they met, and they were now in their most fertile state.

Knowing Bev's sexual pleasures by now, I drove her to the edge with my tongue, before I injected my load deep inside her. Alisha did the same with Meg and we repeated that procedure two more times that weekend. Unfortunately, it took more than that to get pregnant.

Four weeks later we tried again, without success. Another four weeks later we changed tactics. Alisha had two snakes made, an injector in one of the heads in each. And we now had a more conventional way, for us at least, of performing “the deed”. Our pussies now connected I fucked Beverly deep and when we both came the injector released its load. This time both Bev and Meg were pregnant.

SIX MONTHS LATER

Our homes were ready. A gravel road connected us with the main road, with a split to get to each of our homes. We had a decent walking path as well between us, by now well used. Thank God we got some help with the move, specially for our sisters who had to be careful already in their pregnant state. Both looked radiant however and I was a bit envious, knowing I could never carry a child myself.

Both homes stood high on poles, capable of handling fifteen feet of water, which was possible during heavy storms. We could elevate our cars to ten feet if needed, or drive them onto a set of dunes that were thirty feet high.

The Duke's had called their home “The Castle” and with the extra turrets and walls it looked a bit like a castle indeed. It was at the edge of their lake, which they called the Moat. Most of it was pure nature, both in and outside the water, but they had secured an area where they could safely swim, even with small children.

Our beach was officially Mermaid Beach now, and we called the water simply the Bay. We had some work done to close off the Bay, sort of. From the ocean side you could not tell there was a bay, but a narrow waterway allowed us to start our surfboards in the Bay, and sail out of it. It was so convenient that our sisters had “parked” their jet skis in our bay as well. Our home was “The Pod”, a place for family. The lines were almost organic, giving it a fairytale like look, or perhaps a mythical home to mermaids.

I had worked out an agreement with my office that I could work mostly remotely, but typically I'd be one day per week in the office, for the major meetings with the other engineering departments. I had a standing reservation with the airline that gave me a seat in the early morning and evening flights, and enough friends by now in the office to always have a ride from the airport.

Alisha and I typically jogged in the early morning, taking a break at the Castle, where there was always fresh coffee. But with our sisters getting bigger I often stayed longer to make them breakfast. We both took maternity classes with them, as we were to become new parents, just like them.

ANOTHER TWO MONTHS LATER

It was Megan who gave birth to a beautiful girl first. Iris Duke soon ruled the Castle with her continuous smile and full-on cries. Alisha and I got about two weeks practice at feeding and diaper changing, practically living there, when it was Bev's turn. It took an agonizing thirty hours before Madison Monroe was born and I became a mom.

Of course Alisha was her mom too, but from the first minute it was clear there was a strong bond between me and Madison. She loved nibbling on my breasts that had grown quite a bit since I had started hormones, and although nothing more than a few drops of liquid came out, she didn't complain and I reveled in the feeling, before switching her to the bottle. Both Meg and Bev produced plenty of milk for us to use in the first critical months.

As new parents you learn quickly enough that you can't both do everything together. We didn't have that luxury the first two weeks that our sisters were there to help out with feeding and cleaning. And although both sets of grandparents came by regularly, we settled in a rhythm where I took care of the night feedings and Alisha most of the daily ones.

Our six weeks of maternity leave were over in no time and soon we settled in a mix of work and parenthood. Babies were growing and we soon learned the advantage of having family close by, at walking distance. Obviously it was give and take, but watching Iris in addition to Madison was simply a delight.

FOUR YEARS LATER

Both our families had expanded. Iris's sister was Hannah, and Madison's baby sister was Nerida. They all looked very alike, but as much time as they spent together, each one knew their own mommies.

We have survived a couple of storms and one hurricane since we moved into our homes. Our bay, still connected to the ocean, flooded our home once with about four feet of water, which kept us all safe. Bev and Meg never had wetness under their home yet, as their lake was not connected to the ocean, and their dunes were much higher than ours.

It was my day of the week with all of them. Each of the sisters had one day in the week, and then we dumped them one day at Alisha's parents. I took them to the pool and play area. Yes, we had a pool built right between our two homes, with some good stuff to climb on and slide from next to it. But I gave swimming lessons to all of them, which is a must when you live so close to water bodies.

Iris and Madison were racing back and forth while I was getting the small kids comfortable in the water. I had my shiny one-piece on and Nerida couldn't stop touching me. Yes, about a year ago I had my final surgery on my journey to motherhood, and I have no regrets in that department, and neither has Alisha.

Alisha still has her manhood, never wanting to give up on it. And she uses it every night, with a silicone wrap around it she has enough strength and grid to penetrate me and make me cum, and we often sleep while she's still inside me. I swear that we sometimes even share the same dream.

I had brought old clothes and shoes for our first-borns. And as I made sure the toddlers were safe, I threw the older ones fully clothed in the deep end. They had to safely swim to the side of the pool, so they would get used to the fact that they could accidentally fall in the water. Of course I made sure that they didn't drown, they were still so young. Iris managed to reach the side first, and climb out. Madison was right behind her, but she had taken off her shoes, and moved better without them.

We did this a few times, allowing them to take shoes off, but not all times. They had to know the feeling of swimming with shoes. As we did the last session I suddenly felt like someone was watching us. And as I looked around I saw a young woman with four little boys staring at us from the closed gate.

I didn't recognize the girl, but the boys seemed to belong to the new house that just finished a few months ago, with a new “arm” added to our gravel road. We met the people once, that's how I remembered their four boys.

As I made sure all my kids were safe I went to the gate, and the girl introduced herself as Eva, the new nanny for the four boys. And was it possible for the boys to take a swim?

I saw the eagerness in the boys’ eyes, the two youngest around the same age as mine, the two oldest a twin, probably just five. How could I refuse?

At least Eva knew what she was doing, only the youngest needed attention, but although the rest could swim she kept a close eye on all. Not much different from how I handle my four.

The kids played well together, fully unaware still of the fact that their new playmates were a different gender. Eventually Eva asked if she could borrow the wet clothes and teach her boys as well to swim like that. It was the first time that one boy recognized them as “girl clothes”, but Eva simply said they should be able to swim, no matter what clothes they were wearing, or they'd drown. I started liking her more and more.

As she did a few sessions with the twins, I took the other six to the play area and simply watched the magic happen. It made me realize that our kids didn't know many other kids than what we had in our two families. Let alone boys.

TWELVE MORE YEARS LATER

Having teenagers, of the girl kind, is perhaps even tougher than when they're still very young. Oh, I'm not talking about drowning and stuff anymore. Our girls, all four of them, are more at home on the water than on land. They all know how to surf and jet ski, they even take canoes onto the ocean and laugh like lunatics when the big waves roll them upside down, only to peddle themselves back up.

Even little Johnny does his best to keep up with his big sisters. Yes, Bev decided to get one more kid and it was the first boy in our two families. Funny how the Rutherford family in the third house had one more child again, and it was finally a girl. Rachel was the little sister to Ronald, Robert, Randolph and Richard.

The four boys and our four girls had all “dated” in some form or another. Going to a dance together, or a fair, and even a few times to the movies. Nothing more, though the boys were very protective of our girls in school.

Funnily enough, it was the two youngsters who were inseparable. From the day they could walk Johnny and Rachel were a couple. They sat together in kindergarten, then in elementary school. They were in a baseball team together for a few years, but they ended up in a karate class eventually, and they got better and better.

I can't predict the future, but our two oldest girls are talking about rooming together once they go to college. And the twin boys are suggesting they all go to the same university. I guess there is a certain security in the thought of being around people that you've known most of your life. But we did notice that since they can drive themselves now, the four of them spend a lot of time together. I've had my mother daughter talk with Madison about using protection, once she becomes sexually active. She told me not to worry, as she knew how condoms worked. I only worried more after that. But, that's a mother's privilege, and like everything else in motherhood, I've learned to embrace each privilege.

“Do they know?” you ask?

Yes. When the oldest turned sixteen, we all sat together. Four mothers and four daughters. Little Johnny was at the Rutherfords, enjoying the luxury of having four older “brothers” around. Of course they had all learned at school that it takes a man and a woman to make a child together. And most kids at school had indeed a father and a mother in their lives. So, yes, they had wondered about it.

Iris and Madison had reasoned that only one man was involved, probably through a spermbank. But they couldn't explain how they all looked so alike. They felt a bit awkward when we explained that two of us were once male, brothers to their other two mothers, that things started to click.

They simply assumed that in each family one parent was once a man, and due to the brother-sister relationship they all looked alike. They were all sure I was born a woman, because I was the best cook, and I did a lot of the domestic chores. Which made Megan my former brother, and likewise Alisha was then at some point Beverly's brother. They were shocked when we said they were only fifty percent right.

When it was all explained we had to stop them from talking about cousins that were now half-sisters or full-sisters. They were all sisters, split across two families, but all grown up together. A unique situation, and their moods went from confused to understanding to being proud about their heritage. We had raised them well, and it made the family bond only stronger. Maybe they'd tell their best friends, or perhaps the man or woman they plan to marry, but I had the feeling they would keep it a secret. A secret between eight women.