South of the Border, Part 11 (Mexican Twin Sisters TFTG)

By FoxFaceStories

A Story Tier Prompt

When a group of college students go south of the border to Mexico for spring break, best friends Angus and Jared decide to party a little too hard. Their insensitivity to local custom annoys a local bruja, who decides to transform them into a pair of Mexican twin sisters who can’t even understand English anymore. They can only turn back if they help her with the household chores, but things take an unexpected turn for all three.

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Part 11: Time Skip

Josefina was growing. There could be little doubt. Growing and showing. It had only been a little over a month since Amarissa had changed back to Angus, but already her pregnancy was becoming something that was no longer a piece of knowledge or series of symptoms, but rather a set of actual physical changes to her body. Her breasts had gone up yet another cup size - Marco was pleased about this greatly, despite him trying to play it cool in his soft, sensitive way - and now her stomach was drawing taut as well. She’d noticed that her skin glowed a little more, and that her hips seemed just a wee bit wider. Certainly, she let them sway when walking ahead of her baby daddy: as much as morning sickness sucked, it had at least not killed her sex drive. Not even the occasional bout of awful tiredness could. Her artist boyfriend and father to her growing baby was just too cute, and when he drew her she was simply aroused by his artistic sensibilities. She had to wait until he was done and finished the sketch until she could jump him, and if she was this bad already, she couldn’t imagine how bad she’d be in the second trimester.

“You are so lustful lately,” Marco teased, groping her butt as she lay on top of him. She really liked riding him lately. Maybe it was because she was preparing herself for when she could no longer be beneath him because of her big belly in the way.

“It’s your fault for getting me knocked up with your baby,” she said in her soft, sensual voice. She extracted herself from him and shifted to her side. He spooned her, and she lowered one hand to her stomach.

“I can feel it growing, I swear. The skin is tight.”

“It’s beautiful,” he said, kissing her back and then her hair. She grinned. She loved it when he kissed her hair. She was buying more expensive shampoos and conditioners now, just to keep it silky and beautiful, all because of moments like this.

“I still get scared. What if I’m not meant to be a mama? I never imagined it would be possible!”

“Well, that explains how we got you pregnant,” he joked.

She snorted. “That, and all the wonderful fucking we were doing,” she purred. “But seriously, I worry. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Without me? It was you who got us the papers and authorisation to become naturalised! We couldn't have done it without you.”

“That was just Maria. She has her . . . ways.”

“Miguel still can’t believe it. It’s the best thing that ever happened to us. I can work in an artist’s shop and maybe one day have my own. He can actually pursue a degree and do work on the side at the bar. It’s all happening.”

“It is,” she said, but then a shiver of sadness ran through her. “I just wish my sister was here to share it with us.”

Again, that soft kiss on the back that soothed her so much. “I know, mi amor, but she has her own demons to deal with. I know we will see her again, I just know it. I wish my hermano did too. I don’t know if he’ll ever get over her.”

It was true, Josefina knew. Something had died in Miguel the day Amarissa hadn’t returned. She’d left a message for him (Josefina had to translate with Maria’s help so that Angus could leave one final message, and amusingly Josefina was able to voice it, being Amarissa’s twin), one that explained everything. It wasn’t the most believable lie in the world, but as far as Miguel knew Amarissa had gotten official citizenship through Maria and left to travel across America. She still wanted to ‘find herself’, and was afraid of being tied down. Josefina made out as if these were behaviours that Amarissa had always expressed, and that several of her strange actions (more a result of her being a man in a woman’s body) during the long road trip had actually reflected this. It had torn her up inside lying to Miguel, but it was the only way to explain Amarissa’s absence without making her seem totally cruel. In fact, it helped that Angus was clearly torn up about it, because after a brief week of Anger where Miguel cursed her out again and again, he mostly just seemed forlorn, desiring his lover to return.

“Do you think she’ll see us before the baby comes?” Marco asked.

Josefina held his hand against her stomach a little longer. “I don’t know. I hope so. But I don’t know how . . . I can’t explain it. It’s difficult, because of the path she’s taken. We’re such different people now.”

Marco couldn’t understand, but he held her all the same.

“Te amo,” he said. “I love you.”

She beamed, allowing him to hold her ever more closely. The feeling of him holding her stomach, her breasts, her soft body . . . it made her decision to stay all the more worthwhile. Her pregnancy was still strange. It still scared her. It was still such a leap, just like remaining a woman for the rest of her life.

But a kernel within her was starting to accept it, and even like it. And it was growing as surely as the baby inside her stomach.

***

Time continued to pass, and Josefina began to well in earnest as she grew through her second trimester. In fact, she was growing so fast that it was alarming to her, until a visit to the hospital for a check up explained everything. Marco was nervous accompanying her; he still had a fear of his fake citizenship being discovered, but Josefina had full confidence in the bruja’s magic, and knew that it would hold well. She lay back as the gel was placed on her four month stomach, one that was now round with child and then some. She was feeling very pregnant and she wasn’t even halfway along, and that was when the woman performing the scan told her why that was the case.

“Congratulations,” she said, “you’re having a pair! Twins!”

Josefina gasped, looking to a stunned Marco and then back again. “Mellizas? Twins? You joke! You are making the joke!”

“Not at all! Have a look. Here’s one head, aaaannnd . . . here’s another. Two little babies. No wonder you’re growing so fast, you’re eating for three, not two!”

“Explains much,” Marco teased his lover, but Josefina didn’t hear him. Instead she was looking at her belly and then back up to the ultrasound screen.

“Two babies. Dos. Dos bebes.”

She could scarcely believe it, but in the days that followed it slowly became the truth, and in her dreams she imagined their little faces as girls, identical twins much like she and Amarissa had been. She sent a message to Angus to tell him the news, not caring how he’d react but only wanting him to know, but the message didn’t make it. Despite his promise, Angus had stopped returning calls or talking, and cut all contact. It saddened her deeply, but at least Marco was there. She was doing her best working as a maid still, even if she wouldn’t be able to do so for too long. Her belly was already making it hard to perform all her duties, and sometimes she still had traces of morning sickness. She tired easily, and now that her baby - babies, plural - were starting to move inside her, she was often given to distraction, rubbing her belly softly and humming a Mexican lullaby to them.

“That is the weirdest thing, when they move,” she explained to Marco back at their apartment. They still lived with Miguel, but now that they were located in Pennsylvania they’d managed to find a split apartment. It was a good thing: the hermanos could remain together as they wanted, Miguel helping drive their money-saving and organising their new status quo, while the poor single man didn’t have to put up with their relentless love making or cutesy and constant PDA, since his set of rooms were literally separated from theirs. Of course, it did leave him even more lonely, a fact that Josefina truly regretted. She and Marco had tried to get him to start dating again, but while he hadn’t taken himself off the market, in his own words, “no one is like Amarissa. No one.” Even dates that had seemingly gone well were not enough. Besides, he claimed he was too busy trying to build up capital to help support them.

“You’re adding two hungry mouths to the mix, my selfish hermano,” he said, though it was with a sly, teasing smirk to his younger brother, who just chuckled in response. “In truth, I never imagined you would become a father before me. But I suppose with your lack of experience, the missing sex education made it more likely.”

Josefina was the one to throw the pillow at him, and he retreated, laughing. He could be happy from time to time, but after a while his state always turned to someone who had missed his chance at love. Josefina noticed he struggled to look at her; she was Amarissa’s twin, and so was a constant reminder of the beauty he had missed out on, and still couldn’t fully grasp why. She had to tell herself that she couldn’t fix that situation, or whatever Angus was going through since he’d cut off contact. She could only focus on learning to love her body as a woman, and the babies inside her, as strange as it was to be pregnant.

“I do love you,” she whispered to her belly at night, when Marco snored beside her. “I am just figuring all this loco stuff out. Being a woman, being gravida. Dios mio, I’ll make milk. I’ll feed you each on my big tetas. And my culo will get real big too, I bet, not that Marcos will mind.” She giggled slightly. “At least he liked my pregnant body. Not a sentence I thought I would say. At least I can say it aloud when no one else is listening. I will learn to be a woman and mama for you, my little darlings. I’ll figure it out. Just don’t think I’ll stop wearing sexy clothing and enjoying parties when I can. This hot mama is still a party boy at heart. Well, a party girl. She just has a big softie to come home to, and the bebes he put in her.”

***

By the time Josefina was approaching her due date, her life had transformed so fundamentally that it was almost equal in her mind to becoming a woman all those months ago. Her belly was huge, rounded, heavy and swollen, seeming to arrive in any room full seconds before the rest of her. Far from having a sexy strut and hot hip wobble to her walk, she now waddled, clutching her belly in the hopes of it not weighing her down too much. She had slight stretch marks, though not too many at least, but most of all she just felt full. Only not full of alcohol or drugs or food like the old party going Jared, but instead full of nothing more than babies. So damn full of babies that she could swear she was going to burst, especially when both of them decided to shift and move and kick about inside her, eliciting groans from the overly pregnant woman.

“Not long now, mi amor,” Marco said patiently, cupping her from behind and lifting her belly. She sighed with relief. She loved the way he held her belly up, relieving her of some of the heavy burden. Of course, it wasn’t long before his hands wandered up to her breasts, which had gone up yet another cup size in preparation for feeding. Her nipples had swelled, areolas too, and darkened also, and she had begun leaking lately.

“Don’t remind me,” she said softly, closing her eyes. “The thought of spreading my legs and pushing out a bebe is just . . . dios mio, it’s weird.”

“Two babies,” Marco reminded her.”

“Ohhhhh, don’t remind me of that either. At least I’ll have one on each teta, because they’re feeling soooo full lately.”

“Well, it’s still an hour before I have to work at the shop. Maybe I could help you with that.”

She moaned softly. She was just in her lingerie. She could no longer work as a maid or housecleaner or anything, and would likely be a stay-at-home mom for her babies and baby daddy soon. The thought wasn’t entirely terrible: she still daydreamed about her little ones and meeting them, and as much as she had reservations, she had far more excitement. It had been a long journey of growing and swelling and grappling with being totally knocked up, but the sensations were increasingly ones she could embrace. She was going to be a mama, and nothing could take that away from her. She just wished Amarissa could be with her. Not Angus, much as she missed him, but Amarissa had been her sister. Her twin. She wanted her hermana back.

“Mhmm,” she moaned, as he began to fondle her breast, bringing her back to the present. “P-please. I’m s-so horny lately. I want you to f-fuck me and drink my m-milk. Take me from behind?”

Marco smiled. “Will do. Be quiet though, or Miguel will hear again. He missed her still.”

“We all do. Take my mind off it. F-fuck me. Make me moan, mi amor.”

And he did, many times. By the end the orgasms were coming so hard and so fast that her entire belly trembled, her babies waking. She whimpered, crying out loud despite her earlier promise to be quiet, as her lover shot his wad into her depths. It was such a huge turn on, and explained how she’d gotten so knocked up the first time.

It also had consequences. She’d read ages ago that sex could trigger labor, but she hadn’t thought of it in the moment until there was a sudden release within her, and fluid came gushing out between her thighs, splashing onto the floor and turning to a slow trickle.

“Ohhhhhh,” she moaned, still coming down from the pleasure.

“Enjoy that? I was trying something new.”

“I l-loved it. You were f-forceful, for once. But it’s n-not that. Marco, I think my w-water just broke. I think I’m going into labor. I’m - dios mio -  NGHH!!!”

The contractions that rolled through her belly only proved her right. Her twins - both girls, she now knew - were about to arrive.

“It’s actually happening,” she said to herself as Marco looked at her with bewilderment. “It’s actually - mmhmm, ahhhh! - happening! M-Marco, we’re going to be p-parents!”

And to her own joy, she realised she was actually excited, even through the fear and uncertainty and oddness of it all. She had accepted that she was going to be a woman for life. Now she was ready to be a mother, too.

***

“I c-can’t do it! I can’t!”

“You can, Josefina. You can, my love. I know you can.”

“Damn you for getting me gravidas! Damn the bruja for making me a woman!”

“Don’t curse you mother, it’s not her fault. You’re so close, the doctor says so. Soon we’ll see our little daughters.”

“I still can’t believe I’m going through this! Pushing bebes out of my - NNGHH!!!”

Nine hours. Nine long, horrific hours of labor. It was pain that Josefina had never imagined. She had never believed that it was so terrible for women when she’d been a guy - if it was so bad, how come they got pregnant in the first place, or went on to have more kids? - but now she truly understood why it was called labor. Each contraction made her cry out, but there was nothing to do but suffer through them and cling to the father of her babies, occasionally cursing him out. He was patient and soft-spoken as always, heaping encouragement upon her even as she cursed him out. Still, she wanted him nearby. She couldn’t imagine going through this without him. She was on her back, her enormous twin pregnant belly sitting heavily upon her, her legs spread wide. She no longer even cared about baring her pussy to the world, or that her vagina was about to stretch wide enough to push a whole baby through it. All she cared about was ending the pain, and getting her babies safely out of her.

“Push!” a doctor advised. “It’s time to push, Josefina! Breathe steady and-”

But his words were lost on her, because all she could focus on was bearing down, huffing her breath carefully, and straining with all her might to get her child - her children - out of her.

“EeeeeeeeUUUUGGHGHH!!!!” she cried, voice rising to a high-pitched whine. Her hair was sweaty and matted, her body exhausted, but everything changed when she felt something big and alive lower into her tunnel.

“I can see the head! Keep pushing!”

NNGHHHH!! OH GOD!”

“So close! Nearly have the shoulders out!”

She pushed again, and again, and then suddenly there was an immediate release of the pain as her child made it out the other side.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” she cried, unbelieving what her body had just done. She wanted to see her baby immediately - it was crying, squalling, and Marco was ecstatic as he got to see her little girl. Moments after the quick blood test, vitamin injection and clean up she was placed upon Josefina’s chest, blue and purple and pink and crying. Crying, that was, right up until she nestled against her mother’s chest, at which point she nestled against her peacefully.

“She’s so beautiful,” Josefina marvelled. She began to cry, tears streaming down as she held her naked baby. “She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Instantly, even despite the lingering pain, she was glad she was a woman, and a mother now to boot. She had no regrets any more in her mind, especially as she looked at her proud baby daddy.

It was a good thing she had no regrets too, because suddenly a fresh contraction hit her, causing her to groan. The baby was passed back to Marco, and she had to widen her legs again, bearing down once more.

Baby girl number two was ready to enter the world, and this time Josefina knew she could do it. She took a deep breath, following the instructions from the book in Spanish she had read, and focused all her energies on pushing out her second child. The experience of having a living child squeezing out of her nethers was just as alien as the first time, but just like the first time she was immediately hit by a rush of endorphins that calmed her system when her child exited into the world. There was another cry, an announcement that all was well and the baby was healthy, and then her second child was placed on her chest along with the first. Two grasping, purple, splotched little infants who looked like the most adorable, beautiful things in the entire world. She cried.

“Hermosa,” she whispered to them, holding them both against her breasts and uncaring about the nakedness of her upper half before the hospital staff. “You’re beautiful. My little daughters.”

It didn’t take long for them to latch and begin to suckle. That too was strange, and she grunted, wincing as she felt the colostrum pull through the pores of her nipples and into her babies’ mouths. But then the relief came there too, and a connection she couldn’t have imagined. She looked up at Marco in his scrubs, sitting beside her, beaming like only a proud new father of two daughters could.

“I’m so proud of you, mi amor,” he said.

“I did it,” she replied, sagging her head back as her babies continued to suckle. “I can’t believe it. I gave birth. It’s so loco, Marco, but I did it.”

He brushed her cheek, wiped a sweaty, matted streak of hair from her forehea.

“I always knew you could. And now we can finally name them.”

She looked at her babies, adoring them against her ripe chest.

They were hers, but also his. And they had come up with their names together.

***

Josefina was recovering two days later. She was still in the hospital, but would have to leave soon. Thanks to Maria’s magic, their new identities even had hospital cover, but while America was the land of the free, it was also the land of the free-to-become-bankrupt. If she didn’t exit the hospital’s care soon, they’d outpace what their coverage could maintain for them. Marco had told her not to think about it, and Miguel the same. He was a proud uncle to his two nieces, and had held them repeatedly. Both she and Marco could see a quiet sadness to him though: he still longed for Amarissa, and saw in their babies a future he might have had with her.

“It will be okay,” she told her boyfriend’s brother, patting his hand. “You’ll find someone. I know you will.”

He nodded sadly, before returning to making cooing noises for the near-sleeping babies.  “I hope so. At least I’m plenty busy in the meantime. But not so busy I can’t see my gorgeous nieces! Look at these little hermanas!”

She grinned, seeing the way they curled near each other despite their separate little beds by her own. It was like, even newborn, they were drawn to each other’s company. It was a good sign. She told this to Marco when he returned, and he took a moment to sketch an image of all three of them. It was one of his best, though she knew he’d touched her up, made her look less tired, eliminated a bit of her postpartum belly. She almost missed it, but the party girl in her wanted to get nice and sexy and slim again. She may be a mama now, but she still had Jared’s personality. Josefina absolutely wanted a night out at the club when she was able, with a nervous, amusingly shy Marco by her side, ready to teach him how to dance up against her.

“I would like that very much,” he said, until he held up a finger. “But only once you are recovered. You just had twins, hermosa, you need time to recover. And little Gabriella and Maria need us.”

Josefina smiled. She was pleased to name one of her babies after the woman who had cursed her, and the other woman who had tried to uncurse her. Both had given her this path, even if neither had intended it. Gabriella, on the other hand, was a name she simply liked. Not everything had to have a deeper meaning, after all.

“You can’t stay tonight?”

“Sorry,” he said, kissing her forehead. “The staff won’t allow it. But I’ll be here tomorrow to pick you up. I’ve organised time off for a few days.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

They embraced, and he spent long moments staring at his girls, and then he left. Josefina lay back, still feeling tired but slowly recovering. Her boobs were sore and full of milk, but that was a good sign, she supposed. Still, it was definitely weird to be making milk. It had been weird to get knocked up and give birth, though. She had chosen to embrace and love her life, but some parts of its still gave her misgivings. Not her babies though. She loved them through and through. She was staring at them, lost in their little scrunched up features and adorable onesies, when she was aware of someone entering the room. Visiting hours were nearly over, so she imagined it was probably Marco forgetting something yet again.

She didn’t expect to look up and see herself.

No, not herself.

Josefina’s eyes went wide as a nervous figure entered the room. She was brown-olive skinned, with gorgeous black hair, a bare midriff between her shorts and crop top, and an impressive figure that made the postpartum woman quite jealous. She had to rub her eyes to realise she wasn’t dreaming. She was actually here, and as her latina twin no less.

“Amarissa?” she asked, gobsmacked.

“Si, hermana,” Amarissa said, avoiding her gaze. “I’m back.”

To Be Concluded . . .