Birth by ImoutoCommissions

Tate sat alone at his desk in the gym leader's office, working on a 
mountain of paperwork that had piled up quite quickly. It was normally 
not this difficult to keep this work up, but his workload had been 
doubled due to the fact that he could not share it with Liza anymore. 
Normally, his sister helped him out with everything, but due to her 
condition, she was not able to work alongside him anymore.

His twin and his lover, now his wife, was pregnant with their child, and 
it was becoming more and more difficult for her to keep up with her 
portion of their work as gym leaders. Over the past few months, they had 
dealt with a lot of big changes, first and foremost being the fact that 
they had finally gone public about their relationship. It was impossible 
to hide that Liza was pregnant and therefore impossible to hide who the 
father of the child was, and there had initially been a public outcry in 
reaction.

People were repulsed by the idea, and there was even a call for them to 
resign as the gym leaders, but then, Steven, of all people had come to 
their defense and vouched on their behalf. It had come as a surprise to 
everyone, how passionately he pleaded on their behalf, but no one could 
really go against the champion, and so they were able to remain gym 
leaders. He had even offered to officiate at a wedding for them, and 
though it was not a legal marriage and was more of a ceremony for show, 
it meant the world to the twins, who regarded one another as husband and 
wife. Steven had even gone so far as to offer his Metagross for extra 
security, just in case anyone who opposed their union tried anything.

All in all, his support had been greatly appreciated, and Tate knew that 
things were a lot better for them because of him. It was hard to turn 
his attention back to his work after thinking about all of this, and 
when Tate looked down at the simple silver band on his ring finger, the 
symbol of his union to Liza, he couldn't help himself; he decided that 
the paperwork could wait just a little bit longer and went off to the 
living quarters of the gym.

Liza was still in their bed, surrounded by pillows to keep her 
comfortable. Due to her small frame, and the fact that she was carrying 
twins, now that she was so far along in her pregnancy, she could hardly 
move, rendered nearly immobile by how large her stomach had swollen. 
They could have used a Baltoy to create an anti-gravity field around 
her, but they were afraid that something could happen to harm their 
unborn children, and didn't want to take that sort of risk.

Tate leaned down to kiss her and then asked, "How has your day been?"

"Boring," she replied, and complained, "There's nothing to do when I'm 
stuck in bed all day."

"I miss your company in the office quite a bit," he replied, not 
mentioning the work he had left behind in favor of being with her. He 
was sure that she already knew exactly what he had done, after all. He 
placed a hand on her swollen stomach and asked, "How are the babies 
doing?"

"Their psychic aura grows stronger every day," she replied. "I think 
it's likely that they'll even have a stronger link than we do. Honestly, 
it's getting hard for me to tell where one of the children begins and 
the other ends."

He smiled in fondness, imagining just how close their children would be 
if that was really the case. Throughout his life, nothing had given him 
more comfort than the fact that he had someone like Liza by his side, 
and if his own children had a bond even closer than that...well, 
wouldn't that be something? It was likely that they would eventually 
fall in love as well, and of course he and Liza would be more than 
supportive of that when the time came. As a family, the four of them 
would have each other to count on no matter what.

"Let's see if I can help you feel a little better," he said, and reached 
to pick up a bottle of berry-based massage oil sitting on their 
nightstand. He pushed up her maternity gown to expose her swollen 
stomach before coating his hands very liberally with the oil and resting 
his hands on her stomach. He gently and thoroughly began to knead his 
fingers into her, making her melt under his touch as he knew exactly 
where and how to massage her.

He had been a very attentive father-to-be, because their link meant he 
could always give Liza exactly what she needed. Not to mention the fact 
that he was able to feel some of the discomfort that she felt, sharing 
in the less-than-enjoyable parts of her pregnancy that made it 
impossible for him to shirk his duties as her husband. He'd heard of 
similar things happening to men when their wives were pregnant, but it 
was much more intense with him, and he would be able to feel any of his 
failings just as strongly as she did. It was certainly an interesting 
experience to get strange food cravings that could only be satisfied by 
delivering said foods to Liza, to say the least.

The massage oil left a pleasant, tingling feeling in its wake, but that 
was not the only effect that it had. It was supposed to keep her skin 
and her mucus membrane supple and elastic, in order to reduce stretch 
marks and help her skin's recovery once the babies were born. Not only 
that, but being used with a massage was supposed to help reduce labor 
pain when the time came, so they could only hope that it would work like 
it was supposed to. Tate made sure to massage her whenever he had the 
opportunity.

And once he was done thoroughly rubbing her stomach, he reapplied some 
of it to his hands so that he could begin to rub at her vulva. Just from 
that touch alone, Liza began to moan from pleasure, and Tate had to 
remind himself to keep focused on the task at hand, not losing himself 
to their shared pleasure and instead making sure that he paid attention 
to what it was that she wanted and needed.

He slide two fingers inside of her without much difficulty and began to 
massage her back wall, knowing just the right amount of pressure to 
apply. Her moans grew more and more frequent as he pleasured her, 
stretching her from the inside with his fingers, and soon he began to 
add more fingers in order to make sure she was being stretched properly. 
This had become a daily ritual as part of preparing for childbirth, and 
once he had fit the whole of his hand inside of her, he began to work on 
getting his other hand inside of her as well.

During their practicing, they had managed both of his hands before, and 
hoped that this meant her cervix would not put up any resistance when it 
came time for her to actually give birth. He pushed in each finger 
slowly at this point, the second and then the third and the fourth, 
until only his thumb remained, and he gently worked that inside of her 
as well, both of his hands resting comfortably inside of his sister. She 
whimpered happily, and he finished his current massage before 
redirecting his focus, making sure he caressed all around inside of her, 
paying special attention to all of her pleasure spots and making his 
twin very happy indeed. He coated her insides with the berry extract as 
much as he possibly could before he pulled out one hand, and then the 
other.

Tate gently shifted their position, helping his sister until she was 
down on all fours, her stomach sinking into the plush pillows as he got 
behind her, achingly hard and longing to be inside of her. He pressed 
into her without difficulty, considering how well stretched and 
lubricated she was, and they moaned in unison as he settled within her 
and she clenched tight around him, and it was surprising how tight she 
could get after having both of his hands inside of her. He said as much 
aloud to her, amidst his moans, and his sister giggled in response.

"I guess my pelvic floor exercises are really paying off," Liza replied, 
her voice wavering as he began to thrust into her from behind. It was 
true that she had been doing all she could to make sure that she didn't 
lose any of her pleasant tightness during her preparations for 
childbirth, and the actual childbirth itself. She knew it would be some 
time after before they would be able to enjoy themselves in such a way 
again, but she did want to be able to enjoy themselves again.

Tate was careful not to put any weight into her while he fucked her, not 
leaning too much into her, and he reached forward to gently fondle her 
breasts. Her breasts were swollen and heavy with milk for their 
children, but because they had always been so small, they were still of 
an incredibly modest size even with how swollen they were. He gently 
groped at her, careful not to squeeze too much. As tempting as it was 
too really grope her, he didn't want to cause any of the milk to leak 
out, not wanting to waste any of the nutrition that their children would 
need.

Instead, he began to delicately thumb at her nipples, pinching and 
playing with them and making her whimper desperately. They had become 
even more sensitive with how her breasts had swollen, and it was very 
easy to get her off just using this sort of stimulation alone, and, 
coupled with the fact that he was inside of her, it wasn't taking much 
work for her at all. And he could feel every bit of pleasure she felt, 
just as he always could, and it wasn't taking much to get him close 
either.

"Tate," she murmured at the exact same instant that he murmured her 
name, and they could feel their bond strengthening, just as they always 
did when they allowed themselves so close to one another. It was all he 
could do, feeling how wonderful she felt, to keep his composure well 
enough to keep artfully playing with her nipples and thrusting into her 
without pushing her too far forward. He was being pushed to his very 
limit right alongside her, and he could feel his love for her swelling 
up, though it was hard to tell the difference between the love she felt 
for him as they mingled together.

The two of them climbed to their orgasms together, and at the same 
instant, one of them triggered by the other- though it was impossible to 
tell which one, or where their pleasure came from when they were this 
wrapped up in each other- they were sent over the edge, the two of them 
coming together with blissful moans. They were so lost in the pleasure 
that it took them a moment to notice that there was a warm liquid 
gushing out of Liza.

At first, they didn't think anything of it and thought it was just 
another orgasm-induced wetting. Liza had become prone to incontinence in 
the later stages of her pregnancy, and this had become so commonplace 
that they didn't really bat an eye at it anymore. However, it went on 
for much longer than usual, and Tate looked and realized that the liquid 
was a lot more clear than usual, and that was when it began to dawn on 
him what was really happening. It was far more likely that her water had 
just broken, and just as he was going to say something about it, she 
winced.

Feeling what she was feeling, he knew exactly what this meant; she had 
just experienced her first contraction, which confirmed his suspicions. 
His wife and sister was about to give birth to their children! Though it 
would be very easy to get nervous and panic about this, they performed 
calm mind, just as they had previously planned to, in order to heighten 
their psychic abilities and keep themselves composed. Tate helped get 
her into an upright position for birthing, before sending out telepathic 
messages to those in the gym, alerting them that Liza had gone into 
labor.

He told them that they were not to be disturbed under any circumstances, 
unless one of them were to send out a distress call of some sort, and 
that the Metagross was to be sent to guard their private quarters, just 
to be absolutely safe. He was met with a series of affirmative 
responses, and he was glad to know that their staff could be counted on 
at a time like this. Now that they were left alone together, all they 
could do was wait out the beginning of the labor, and he did whatever he 
could to comfort her, though it was quickly growing difficult.

He felt each of her labor pangs alongside of her and had to fight 
through them in order to be there for her, not allowing himself to 
succumb to the pain that he knew was all truly his sister's. Following 
all the instructions he had read up on, he helped her into the right 
position and sat with her, holding her hand and waiting until she felt 
that one of the babies was ready. When Liza began to push, Tate had to 
move to make sure he was there to grab the first of their children, and 
he watched as it began to crown.

It seemed that their preparations were worth it, however, and her labor 
pain was nowhere near as bad as they had heard it would be, and her 
cervix was stretching out to accomodate the baby without much 
difficulty. All in all, it didn't seem like this birth was going to take 
much of a toll on her at all, and once Tate could get a steady hold on 
their baby, she gave a final push while he gently pulled, and then he 
had a tiny baby girl in his arms.

Taking a pillow case from one of their extra pillows, he wraps up the 
baby girl just in time to witness the boy crowning and help her as she 
pushed him the rest of the way out, with even less difficulty than the 
girl. It had been a long time, but it had felt like a few brief seconds, 
and suddenly he and his sister were parents. Using the pillow cases, he 
cleaned the babies as best as he could and wrapped the boy up in a 
similar manner to the girl, before handing the both of them to his 
exhausted wife.

As soon as the newborns were in her arms, they latched onto her exposed 
breasts, suckling at her nipples for their very first meal. Liza smiled 
sleepily and fondly at them, commenting, "They remind me so much of us. 
Just like our baby pictures look, right?"

Tate nodded, taking in the dark hair that both of them shared, and it 
was true that they looked exactly like he and his sister had as infants.

"The girl was the first one born, so she's the oldest," he said.

"Then that's another thing they have in common with us," she replied. 
They let them feed for a while before the babies began to get sleepy and 
were soon out, their eyes closed and their breathing steady. They had 
talked about names before and settled on two, and she smiled at the boy, 
saying, "Fuu," and then looked to the girl, saying, "Lan." Tate repeated 
both of them, though it still didn't feel real, having these two 
children, his two children, right there in front of him.

Liza was just as exhausted as the babies were, and not long after they 
fell asleep, she did as well. Tate was tired as well, having felt 
everything that Liza felt, and he only spent a little bit of time 
watching over his family before curling up next to them and letting 
himself drift off, a happy smile on his face as he did so.

~X~

From that point on, they fell into a new rhythm as they adjusted to 
being parents, and a few days after the birth of the twins, Steven came 
to pay the babies a visit. They were still too young to really know the 
difference, but they didn't fuss much when he held them, and he seemed 
to take to them immediately.

"I also brought a gift for each of them," he said, and brought out two 
eggs. "They're Beldum, and from the same clutch. When they hatch, they 
should make great friends for Fuu and Lan. Beldum often make great 
life-long partners for psychic children if their raised together, and it 
shouldn't be long before they hatch and they can start getting 
acquainted."

"Thank you so much," the parents said in unison before Liza said, "For 
your generosity and for all that you did to support us."

"It hasn't been easy, these past few months," Tate added. "Dealing with 
the public, and all. Your support has meant a lot to the both of us and 
we can never thank you enough."

"No, there's no need to thank me," he said, brushing it off. "I was just 
doing what was right, and what the two of you deserved. I know both of 
you well and I know how important you are to each other. True love is 
more important than what others might consider right or wrong, and 
seeing how happy your family is, I know that I definitely did the right 
thing."