Amber, Elizabeth, and Marcus (male on futa on futa, pregnancy)

Story by green52

This is another short story about Amber, an intersexed girl who is out of the closet. These stories take place in a (relatively) realistic world. This story continues from the previous story, Amber and Elizabeth. This story can stand alone, however understanding the characters is obviously easier if you read the previous chapter.

Otherwise, there isn't much to recap. Amber is 21, she is intersexed, and she has a fetish for self-fucking. Elizabeth is Amber's 25 year old newlywed cousin. Amber and Elizabeth are essentially identical twins. This is explained in the story.

As always, I greatly appreciate feedback and suggestions.

Dinner was splendid. Amber enjoyed the cranberry chicken Marcus had made, and conversation had been so pleasant it had actually helped take Amber's mind off of what she was going to do later that night. Still, she spent most of dinner thinking about it. She listed, organized, and recollected the facts, as they stood.

She, Amber, was intersexed. She was a girl, but she had a cock, and she loved fantasizing about fucking her own pussy with her own cock. She'd gotten pretty good at doing it. Tonight she had learned that her cousin, Elizabeth, was her exact genetic duplicate, only four years older. This was because they were the product of four generations of women who were only capable of getting pregnant by themselves, and produced daughters with the same condition.

Amber worked on her salad. She pretended to pay attention to the small talk between her hosts, the newly married Elizabeth and Marcus. In her head, however, there was so much she couldn't stop thinking of. 'So while my mutant genes make my sperm genetically incompatible with all other women, and my mutant eggs are incompatible with the sperm of all men, because they are compatible with each other, I can fertilize my own eggs with my own semen.' She was both shocked by it, and filled with lust. 'I can impregnate myself. Only me. I'm the only one I can impregnate, and I'm the only one that I can get impregnated by.' She had always loved the singularity of her condition. For most people, solo sex meant a disappointing substitute for intercourse. For Amber, solo sex was on par was just another version of fucking, in which she chose not to let anyone else have any of the fun. It wasn't simply masturbation, either. It included any way she could use one part of her body to stimulate any other, and she had become quite resourceful. Hell, for her, solo sex could be an act of procreation.

Then, Amber realized that it was not entirely correct to say that she could only impregnate herself. 'I can impregnate and get impregnated by only myself and Elizabeth.' She then inwardly added, 'and Kat. And mom, and aunt Lindsy...'

“Hey,” Amber said, interrupting what Elizabeth had been chatting about. “Something just occurred to me.” Looking at Elizabeth, Amber continued. “Do you realize that, technically, we are a part of a separate species?”

Elizabeth looked confused. “What are you talking about?”

Amber went on. “Well, a species is defined by a group of organisms which can reproduce exclusively among themselves. A 'dog' is any animal which can mate with another 'dog'. Humans can mate with other humans. We can't.”

“But, there are lots of people who are born infertile or can't reproduce because of an accident,” corrected Marcus.

“Yeah, but thats because something doesn't work. I can bear children just fine. So can Elizabeth. Just not with you. Marcus, I don't know how to say this, but your new bride isn't a human.” Elizabeth sat with her mouth agape, considering what Amber had just said. “In fact, Marcus, you're the only homo sapien at this table.” Amber looked around. She suddenly felt terrified that what she had said was a mistake. She feared that she might have offended Elizabeth. Then Elizabeth spoke.

“So Marcus,” she said, in her sexiest cute voice. “You don't have any regrets, do you, now that you know that your wife isn't a human?”

Marcus grinned. “You wouldn't be mad at me if I told you that I'm actually kind of turned on by it, would you?”

Elizabeth responded in mock disgust. “You 'like' that sort of thing? Do you like fucking sheep too? I can't believe all this time I've been sleeping with a man who regularly engages in beastiality!”

“You know, I think I'd like to engage in a little beastiality right now,” Marcus confessed.

“Actually,” said Amber, “what you intend to do with us would be better described as 'animal husbandry'.”

Elizabeth started getting up from the table. “At this point, I don't really care what you want to call it, I just want someone here to put their dick in me, and I don't care if its a homo sapien or not. She began walking toward the bedroom

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