Marta was supremely happy, they had raided the kitchen for a late night snack to keep their strength up, then returned to make love for a second time, trying out the missionary position. Karl had been sort of funny trying to take all the weight on his arms, he had looked so strained and uncomfortable. She informed him she only needed one part of him to be stiff, and she liked him closer to her body, the greater contact had been so much more rewarding, and Karl was able to last for a long time.

Face to face they were able to kiss and talk, Marta teasing that in this position she would be able to rake scratches all down his back. They were learning together, adjusting their movements, comfortable with their mistakes, nothing to prove, not needing to show off, in that their relationship was already solid, this was just more icing on the cake, a natural progression they had both anticipated.

Karl was now doing most of the work, she pushed back against his rhythmic thrusts, able to explore ways to increase her pleasure and stimulation from their coupling, the heat rising again as she headed towards another orgasm. She held him tightly, wrapping her arms and legs round him, head thrown back as her body trembled. Pushed deep inside he paused rubbing against her clit then easing off, soon back to thrusting as her grip slackened.

Shortly after she felt him quicken the pace, Marta urged him on deciding it was time to use the Kegal exercises she had been practising, using those internal muscles to grip and squeeze something other than one of her fingers. From the look on his face she knew her persistence had been worth while as it seemed to intensify the experience for the both of them. They rolled over lying on their sides still connected, rubbing noses, kissing, happy.

Marta thought of a quote she had seen, sex is wet, dirty, messy and sweaty; at least it is if you do it right! They must have done it right, and the bedding was a mess, with more than one wet spot, but she didn't give a damn. She could feel Karl's cock deflating till at last they lost their connection, and she felt herself leaking, holding a hand over her pussy she made a dash for the bathroom to use the bidet.

They both cleaned up, on returning to the bedroom Marta decided to change all the bedding now they were both clean and fresh, making mock complaints to Karl as to how she would have extra laundry to do each week, as she would be wanting to do this a lot!

Marta woke to the sound of the dawn chorus, birds in the trees outside her window, a warm body pressed to her back, held in his arms, the smell of his skin, her mum deserved a big hug for making this happen. Karl was awake, she rolled over, they kissed, morning breath, they both laughed, reaching up to touch his face she felt the fine stubble, normally when she saw him he was freshly shaved.

Marta had years of sharing a bed with her sister, but this was different, very different, and she wondered after this weekend when they would next be able to do this again. The next issue was her bladder, she made a quick pit stop, then returned to discuss the delicate subject of sharing a bathroom, and how some functions were best done alone, Karl agreed that she was right, though she knew he was fascinated with watching her when she peed.

During her own time in the bathroom having brushed her teeth, she opened the cabinet and took that day's pill, marking it off in the book, thinking about all those millions of little tadpoles that had been shot up inside her the previous night, pretty scary.

Karl had woken early, it was a new experience sharing a bed for the night as he was an only child, and as his parents both had good jobs they actually lived in a two bedroom apartment, so at night he had his own space. Her movements, and the little noises she made while sleeping had disturbed him at some point, and from then on and he had dozed on and off. He wasn't going to complain, though it was one of those rare mornings he had woke without a hard-on, it was probably due to the amazing evening they'd shared.

He felt lucky to have Marta as his girlfriend, attractive, intelligent, a great personality and they shared similar interests. To think, he had been her first, she had given her virginity up to him, even before that she had shown a lively interest in exploring all the other ways they could enjoy bringing one another sexual pleasure, now those horizons had just expanded.

The fact that he was no longer a virgin didn't have the same impact he felt it did with girls, he still thought back to when he had first eaten Marta to orgasm, how proud he had been, that's when he had felt like a real man, when he had crossed the Rubicon.

A short distance away down the road, Anna and Eve were waking up snuggled together after a playful night. Though Anna hadn't brought any toys round, she had brought the brief catalogue from the shop with details of the sex aids currently on special offer. They had studied it from cover to cover, making comments about the absurd size of some of the dildos and vibrators, Anna would have thought their use impossible if it had not been for her access to all the porn available on the net, that seemed to prove otherwise.

As they lay there talking they speculated on how Marta was, if the evening had lived up to her expectations, laughing as to whether Karl had survived the night. Eve lit the scented candles, and left a window ajar while they made their bathroom pit stops, before both girls dressed and went down for breakfast. Later they fired up Eve's laptop, the one she used to take part in the TTMF, Anna had been pushing her friend to increase her English skills, so she could better interact on the Forum.

Starting in two weeks time the pace at the studio would slacken off, as they would be involved, along with the other studios in the network in the main annual hunt for new talent over the course of four weekends, looking for new models prior to the start of the long summer holiday. Anna looked at the calender, working it out, in five weeks and one day it would be exactly a year to the day since her audition, and as the date fell on a Sunday they talked of having a small celebration.

Neither one of them were booked to take part in the forum over the weekend, so they checked to see if anyone had left messages in their in-boxes, then they spent time talking with other models on the girls private chat zone. Anna had copied her massive list of interesting web sites to Eve's computer, including the back-door addresses giving them access to some of the other modelling sites that she had got via Dmitri. A couple of those entries had been found and shut down, but they were able to keep an eye on the current output from most of the sites.

They spent the afternoon on another of their favourite pastimes, they went shopping for clothes, and accessories. Saturday evening was a repeat of the night before, serious rug munching, other than the issue that being only eleven years old both girls were still almost bald down there. They had moved their second photo experiment to Thursday after school due to the circumstances, but were unable as yet to see the growth they were looking for. Both girls expected they would need several weeks worth of images before there would be any detectable changes.

Marta and Karl also ended up going out on Saturday afternoon, if only to give their bodies time to recover for the night ahead. She was glad to have made the decision, and for the support from her mum, having grown closer to Karl emotionally and physically over time she felt had improved their experience. She had seen girls that rushed into a full-on sexual relationship with guys they hardly knew, and more often than not those situations didn't work out very well, with the boys expecting sex regardless to the shortcomings in other aspects of their relationship.

Karl had never been demanding, never taking her for granted, he was always considerate in and out of bed, and the now he had proved to be just as caring trying to ensure he did his best to increase her pleasure in the ultimate act of their sexual progression. As they walked about hand in hand, she occasionally saw her reflection, is that what one of her friends called a 'shit eating grin', she certainly felt happy, content, dizzy even, and looked forwards to getting Karl back to her bedroom.

Marta kept her promise phoning Anna shortly after Karl left late on Sunday morning, she and Eve hurried round wanting a full account of Marta's activities since they had parted company on Friday afternoon. She had a rapt audience, keen to hear every detail, both of them with questions, eager to learn about sex with boys.

Later the sisters went over to the cottage to spend time with the old folks, and their little brothers for a few hours, before going home to start a meal for their parents return. It was easy to raid the freezer, and then peel a few vegetables, as their mum had phoned to say when they expected to be back. Most of the talk round the table during their meal was about the fabulous hotel their parents had stayed in, with barely any discussion about what the younger members of the family had been up to.

Though Nana Olga hadn't said anything, she was sure she knew, Marta wasn't sure if her dad knew, her mum just said leave him to me. She would corner her mum alone at the first opportunity to thank her for making the weekend happen, and to enquire if her dad knew about the change in her relationship with Karl.

On Tuesday in another division of the city, another family was in shock. A letter had arrived with payment details regarding sales of Micky's first photo shoot, the mixed bag set that had been derived from her audition. As they sat around the table Paul read the letter for the umpteenth time, and the numbers were still the same, their little girl had earned in an afternoon about what he was paid in two months!

It didn't stop there, for the photo set would carry on making reduced sales over some time to come, by which time she would go back to the studio to produce additional sets. Micky was pleased to learn she would be able to go riding again, and join the a 'real' gymnastics class, rather than just the school gymnastics team that she now practised with once a week. She was bursting to tell someone, and wanted to call Anna with the news, as she was well aware studio businesses couldn't be discussed with anyone who wasn't involved with the studio.

Back in Anna's household involvement with the studio was slowing down with the annual model hunt in progress, but both sisters were taking every opportunity to join up with their respective lovers. Marta still had Tuesdays at home, but tried to visit Karl at his place straight from school on whichever days he could leave work early.

It was two weeks after the special weekend, in fact the Monday, and Ella was a little concerned, as this was an unusual occurrence, she would leave it another day, and if nothing happened she would book an appointment at the clinic. Even with her daughters so grown up now, she still felt she herself was too young to be going through the change at thirty-five, perhaps it was a sign of some other problem; in which case she would be glad of the medical care they had available via their association with the studio.

Nana Olga was picking the boys up from school, and Ella had a booking for two o'clock at the clinic, she hadn't said anything to Igor yet, as she didn't want to worry him until she had spoken with the doctor. The Gyno doctor asked all the usual questions, then it was a blood and urine sample to aid the investigation. Ella was at least pleased to see the doctor didn't seem concerned after running a few more tests, so it couldn't be anything too serious.

"Well I have some news for you - you're pregnant."

"I cant be, I changed to the pill shortly after coming to the city, and I've had no problems with them, Igor was pleased we didn't need condoms any longer. I take them religiously every day, I even instilled in Marta how that was essential for them to work, this must be some kind of mistake."

"It's no mistake, the test results are positive, and these days lots of women who are older than thirty-five give birth all the time, and we'll take good care of you here, so no worrys. You were at mid-cycle a little over two weeks ago, so did you have any health problems around that time?"

Ella remembered back to the stomach bug during the week before their romantic weekend away, how everything seemed to go right through her at the time, and the doctor confirmed that was the likely cause that her prescription failed. She had prepared herself for any one of several different outcomes, but being pregnant was not one of them, she had thought if you followed the instructions they were infallible, she was wrong, and she was pregnant! They sat talking for a while longer, then Ella left for home in a state of shock.

Marta noticed her mum was a bit quite when she came home, but still in high spirits due to an afternoon romp with Karl, she didn't pay much attention, however she was sure as the week progressed her mum had something on her mind. She then thought her father had been acting strangely as well, though the cause was a mystery. Only last week they had been looking at the three best contenders for the refurbishment project, wanting to make a start on the 'Girls retirement investment network syndicate', as Marta named it, wanting to find a suitable acronym - GRINS. There were three potential buildings that were viable for development, that could result in a healthy profit, but her dad's head seemed elsewhere at the moment.

Marta hadn't felt her best on Tuesday when Karl had come round as her period was due, but she felt a lot better than with her old prescription, besides she didn't want to miss out, being as keen as Karl now they were going all the way, besides having orgasms seemed to help settle her. When she got back from her Sunday afternoon waxing appointment with Galina, only her mum was in, and anxious to have a private chat.

She wasn't too surprised her mum was checking on how she faired with taking her new type of birth control pill, especially as it was now being fully used for it's intended purpose. It was when she made an important issue about informing her immediately if Marta had any bouts of diarrhoea or any vomiting that she had a light bulb moment.

"Your Pregnant! That's why you're after me to make sure I don't fall into the same trap, by being unwary of the problem."

"It seems I can't get anything past my smart daughter, I just wanted to ensure if you had any sudden upsets you could act on it as if your oral contraceptive was inactive for the rest of that particular month."

"So you are pregnant?"

"Well it's early days, but the tests were positive, I'm not making any announcements just yet, I'm still coming to terms with the news myself, I thought I was past all that after having you four."

"We'll have to see if we can buy this house from the owner, rather than keep leasing it."

"What brought on that sudden change of tack?"

"It's nice here, convenient, we have friends in the neighbourhood, so we wouldn't want to move, and we will want to build another bedroom, a nursery, and we couldn't really do that unless we own the house."

"Can we do that? I can't imagine the cost, but you can't go making plans like that, the first few months... well all I'm saying is the first couple of months can be difficult, which is why women don't normally tell anyone until they start to show."

"Mum you're as healthy as you've ever been, we eat well, and you have proper medical attention, you managed to have us four okay without all those advantages. When the time comes you'll have three willing babysitters to help you as well."

Their talk continued until the first of the family members began to return, but Ella was glad of the chat with her eldest, Marta could think things through, seeing all the angles, and this gave Ella a lift, that her daughter's attitude had been so positive. Marta had promised to keep the news under her hat for the time being, not even telling Anna, until at least another month had passed, though Ella did say she could talk with Igor about the idea of buying the house.

Igor should have realised Marta's request to check out a problem with her bike in the garage was just a ploy, she was perfectly capable of maintaining it herself, but what she had really wanted, was to speak to him alone. His daughter had figured out somehow that Ella was pregnant, a thought that had been running round his head all week, dwarfing any other current topics.

While he had been feeling a mixture of pride and shock over the past several days, Marta had taken a lot less time to think about the practical issues, and her idea held merit, if he could get the owner to sell the house. Being ahead of the game Marta said she would get Karl to start investigating, to check on the assets and liabilities of the current owner. Then they had talked of how to mesh two schemes over the summer, their own house extension; if they could buy it, and the GRINS refurbishment project.

With clever scheduling they could balance out the staffing requirements between the two projects, as the IMC builders under Melenki's guidance had just completed a kitchen refit for John, Anna's photographer. They had lots of small projects lined up, as they had a reputation for quality work among the executive classes who could afford that type of work, but being as John was a friend, they had cut him a good deal for the job, as he was quite prepared to wait until a suitable gap had opened up in their workload.

Among the well to do in Kiev social circles, there was a certain cachet about having work done by the building company that had featured in the two best style magazines. Through the IMC connection two of the studio set painters now had a secondary business painting Trompe l'oeil panels in the grand houses of the wealthy socialites wanting to impress their guests at dinner parties.

When one of the men showed a client the snaps he had taken of the murals in Greg and Peters bedrooms, a whole new craze started, as mothers tried to out-compete one another in their nurseries and children's bedrooms. As the workload piled up they called in a few more of their artistic friends to help fill the growing order book. Sometimes to aid in the illusion of a window onto a garden, they had the ladies of the studio make up curtains to frame their artistic creations.

As Karl was following up Marta's instructions, researching the house owner, word was coming through on the studio grape vine, concerning a bumper crop of new girls about to join the world of modelling. With the school summer holiday only two and a half weeks away it looked as if they were going to have a busy time ahead.

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To be continued in Chapter 73

I shouldn't really have got distracted, as you're reading faster than I'm scribbling, and I'm only a few chapters ahead!