Rejoining the Family

Brief family history, my parents divorced (2007) when I was 8 and I went with my father Alan then 47. My mother Rachel then 40 and sister Emma then 5 moved away from the area and I didn't see them again until the passing of Alan last year due to Corona virus. I was 22 and at university, but studying from from due to the pandemic. So I was left everything by Alan and decided to track down my mother and sister. I tired online searches, but came up empty. My mother's parents were passed on before the divorce and she had no siblings, I tried her maiden name and hoped I had found her when I got a match. But the contact was only 38 and it wasn't her, I found several papers in my father's things that gave an address for Rachel and Emma. But it was ten years old and I again went online and discovered they had left the address 4 years before. But I got lucky as there was a forwarding address and they were still there. With no phone number, only the address I went to visit them. Not sure how it would turn out, I booked into a hotel for the night, after arriving late in the evening. The next day Saturday I went by to see them, but they were out. So I went back to the hotel and waited until after lunch before returning to the house. I was lucky this time as Rachel was home and after she knew who I was. I was welcomed warmly, I had already booked in for another night at the hotel. Rachel and Emma lived in a 2 bed cottage, Emma was at work and I found out they had been doing it tough since the start of the pandemic. But better than some as they owned the cottage. After about 2 hours or so Emma arrived home and was excited to see me also. I asked them both out to dinner at the hotel and they excepted, over the following week we caught up on what each had been doing since the divorce. The pandemic had hit the area hard and a lot of people lost jobs or hours. Emma hadn't wanted to go to university, but she had lost her previous job in the lockdown. The business closed and didn't reopen, I had to return to finish my course, as the university had reopened and it was my final year. Rachel and Emma both gave me their numbers and I gave them mine. We kept in touch, with hardly a day going by without talking to one or both of them. At Christmas I returned and the first thing I saw was a for sale sign in front of the cottage. Rachel and Emma had decided to move closer to me and also thought jobs would easier to get in the city. I told them they could live with me, I still had the apartment left to me by my father and it had 3 bedrooms. At the start of the new year, we all returned to the city, the cottage was sold shortly after. Living so close together was a change for me. Even when Alan was alive we rarely were together that much. In early March I was in my room masturbating and Emma walked in catching me and one thing led to another and we started fucking. I could say we're the greatest looking people alive but we're average. I have male pattern baldness and wear thick glasses and Emma is a little overweight and plain. We didn't take enough care and Emma is now pregnant to me. Rachel wasn't overjoyed that we we had fucking and Emma was pregnant, but has come to accept it and has joined in several times. Emma has changed her surname back to mine and she wears Rachel's wedding rings.