I was vaguely aware of my sister, shaking and screaming under me. Distantly, I felt every endless ejaculation of potent sperm I put inside her. Mostly, I just roiled in the intense pleasure that came from connecting in a primal way with the woman I loved.
“OHHHHHhhhhhhhh!” I wasn’t sure if it was me or my sister who shouted it. Maybe we both did. I lost all sense of separation from my sister. We were one. Whole. My orgasm dumping into her. Her pleasure only accentuating mine. The both of us locked in an incestuous, impassioned, embrace.
When consciousness returned, I was still shooting the last of my seed into my fertile sister. Jennifer saw me come back and started to giggle. She kissed me hard.
“How was that?” I asked.
“You weren’t supposed to actually cum in me, you jerk,” Jennifer said. My heart stopped.
“You were supposed to say the word,” I said.
“Yes, like I was really going to remember ‘honeydew’ or whatever while you were fucking my brains out,” Jennifer said.
I was still buried in my sister. My dick distantly dripping the last of my seed into her sacred space. My heart broke as I looked at Jennifer and realized I’d made a terrible mistake.
“Jen,” I said, “Oh Jennifer. I’m so sorry. I’ll go out right now and get something. I swear it’ll be OK.”
Jennifer slowly extricated herself from me. She reached over to the nightstand for a tissue and lightly patted her dripping sex.
“Wow, you cum a lot,” she said.
“You edged me, remember? You said you wanted a big load. Oh fuck. I really did it. I put my baby in my sister.”
“I mean, probably?” Jennifer said. Then a huge smile crept across her face. “Still, we should do it again. You know, just to make sure.”
My sister rolled over and kissed me so hard, I thought I might pass out.
*
At the end of the summer, with Jennifer’s internship over, we called our parents and told them that she was moving out. Actually, we both were. My sister’s new job paid her enough that we could afford an actual, two-bedroom apartment on the Upper East Side.
“That’s wonderful,” Mom said, “Are you sure you’ll be OK living together?”
“I think we’ve got it,” Jennifer said. She kissed me. Thankfully Mom didn’t see that part through the phone.
We didn’t tell my parents the other news, that the new apartment wasn’t for two, but three. We figured we had time to drop that bomb, though. We still weren’t sure if we were going to tell them the truth about the baby. No matter what we decided, we figured it would work out OK.
Both of us had great careers, good lives, and most importantly, each other. There were a lot of challenges ahead, lots of obstacles to overcome, but I knew that we’d be doing it together. That made up for a lot of other issues.
After we said goodbye to Mom, I picked up my phone and went back into my bedroom. I had some work stuff to get done before we went to sleep for the night.
About an hour later, I was climbing into bed when I got a text from my sister. It was a link to a new story. One I hadn’t seen yet.
Jennifer: They fall in love in this one.
I couldn’t wait to read it.