I rolled over to look at her and was horrified at what I saw. Meghan and Molly were sound asleep, dead to the world, lying in the middle of the bed between Colleen and me. As quietly as possible, I rolled out of the bed and onto the floor. I grabbed my clothes and crawled on my hands and knees out the bedroom door as fast as I could.
During breakfast Colleen was so nervous that she kept dropping things and I wasn’t much better. At the door I asked, “Do you think they saw me?”
“I don’t know, but we have to come up with a better solution. Now get going or you’ll be late.”
That night after dinner Colleen served us lemon meringue pie for desert, an unusual treat for the middle of the week. Just as we were about to take the first bite, Colleen spoke. “Girls, we need to have a discussion.” There was a collective sigh from the three of us because we all knew that what was about to be said was going to be serious.
“Your Uncle Bobby and I had a talk today. Bobby feels very badly that he is taking Molly’s room and that Meghan has to share hers, plus Molly’s room is sort of small for a grown up. So, Bobby has been thinking of moving to his own home. I told him that we needed to talk it over with you girls.”
They immediately erupted in protest. “NO! You can’t leave; we want you to stay here.”
“Well, can you help us to think of a better solution?”
Both of their faces went into a frown as they began to concentrate. Suddenly Molly broke into a big grin as she looked first at Colleen and then at me. “Uncle Bobby, mommy’s bedroom is huge and she has a great big bed. Why don’t you sleep with her?”
“I hadn’t thought about that. It sounds like a very good idea, but what does your mother think?”
“Mommy, is it ok, can Uncle Bobby sleep with you?”
“I don’t want him to leave either so, yes, I’m willing to give it a try and see if it works out… as long he promises not to hog the covers.”
“Yay! You get to sleep with Mommy, Uncle Bobby.” Then they both giggled, “And leave the covers alone or we will come and get you.”
They ran down the hall to gather up Molly’s things to move her back into her own room. I leaned over and kissed Colleen on the cheek and asked, “how did you know how to do that?”
She got that half smile of hers again and said, “Once you become a parent, these things just come to you.”
So that night I permanently and openly moved into Colleen’s bed and made it our bed. Molly never said anything, but you could tell that she was happy to be back in her own room. Things just kept getting better for everyone.
About a month later I woke up to find myself in bed alone with some awful sounds coming from the bathroom. I got up and went in to find Colleen on her knees with her head in the toilet. I ran to her in a panic and asked, “Are you ok?”
“Does it look like I’m ok? Go away, I don’t want you to see this.”
“But…”
“Just go away… oh god…” This was followed by something very unpleasant looking spurting out of her mouth. “GO!”
I went back and sat on the edge of the bed listening to some violent retching noises for the next ten minutes. Finally I heard the toilet flush and the sound of Colleen gargling with mouthwash. She came in and sat on the bed next to me, her face pasty white and her eyes slightly red.
“Honey, are you Ok?”
She turned her head and smiled at me. “Yes, as a matter of fact everything is fine, it couldn’t be better.”
“What happened, what’s going on?”
“Well, let’s think here for a minute. I’m three weeks late with my period and I’ve been puking my guts out for the last four mornings. If I remember the symptoms correctly from the last two times, there’s a fairly good chance that I’m pregnant.”
“WHAT? How? When?”
“You had better already know the how part, and as to when, it was probably the first time we did it. I was ovulating that day and some how I just felt it, sort of special you know.”
“Are you sure?”
“I can’t be one hundred percent positive until I take the test, but yes, I’m reasonably sure that we are going to have a baby.”
I sat staring at her with my mouth open for several minutes before she spoke again. “Bobby… are you ok, say something.”
I pushed her back on to the bed, spread her legs apart and slammed my cock into her. She yelped out, “Bobby… what are you doing… oh God… Jesus Bobby you’re… oh God, oh fuck… don’t stop.” She put her hands on my ass, pulling me in and at the same time telling me to go faster and harder. I only had to stroke about nine or ten times before both of us screamed out our release. We lay there panting and gasping for air. After we had calmed down, Colleen turned and looked at me with a shocked expression on her face.
“What the hell was that?”
“If you’re not pregnant now, I’m going to make damn sure that you will be.”
“Does this mean that you’re ok with the idea of being a father?”
“How could you possibly think any thing different?”
She cuddled in close to me and whispered, “I just need to hear you say it.”
While Colleen got the girls up and ready for the day, I called the office to tell them that I would not be coming in. Together we dropped Meghan and Molly off at school then stopped at the pharmacy to buy a home pregnancy kit. Holding hands we raced into the bathroom. As Colleen sat on the toilet and put her hand between her legs to pee on the stick, I unbuckled my belt and shoved my pants down to my ankles. When the pee started, she reached over, grasped my dick and began sliding her hand up and down. When she finished, Colleen laid the stick on the counter and said, “We have to wait for ten minutes.”
I pulled her up by the hand, spun her around and made her bend over the sink. Driven by some type of animalistic compulsion, I shoved my cock into her from behind. She immediately began pushing back against me, neither one of us caring if the other one climaxed. The only thing I wanted was to leave another load of sperm in my sister’s womb. The screaming of our orgasms was magnified by the echoes inside the small room. She turned her head and looked back over her shoulder, smiled at me and said, “I think being pregnant is going work out pretty good for me.”
Colleen picked up the stick, looked at it for a second and said one word.
“Positive.”
With the urgency of knowing about the pregnancy over, we spent the rest of the morning in bed making love, slowly, tenderly, passionately. In the afternoon we got dressed and I went to pick up the girls while Colleen phoned the doctor. She got an appointment for later in the week to have the official test, but it didn’t matter, we already knew.
We were deliriously happy during those first few weeks. When she wasn’t looking, I would catch Colleen smiling and slowly rubbing her lower stomach where our baby was growing. Our friends and neighbors began to smile when they looked at us as though they knew something was different.
By the third month, Colleen was beginning to show and we knew that we would have figure out some way to let people know. Since no one in San Miguel knew that we were brother and sister, we decided to neither hide it nor broadcast it, but go with a direct response if asked. Yes, Colleen is pregnant and we are overjoyed. Let the rumor mill feed itself… the live-in boyfriend knocked up that nice widow woman. As far as the office was concerned, when Colleen was really showing, I had her come in and pick me up for lunch. By the time I got back an hour later, everyone in the building knew I was going to be a father and Miss Jennings was already making plans for a baby shower.
The family however was a different matter.
Colleen hated maternity clothes, so the only things she would wear were two pairs of overalls left over from the last time she was pregnant, or a couple of pairs of track pants with an elastic waist that I had purchased for her. When Colleen got big enough that loose clothing couldn’t hide it any longer, we decided it was time to tell the girls. One night after dinner, she brought out the lemon meringue pie.
“Girls, we need to talk.”
Meghan and Molly froze in place; their eyes focused on Colleen, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“You girls are growing up so fast; you’re going to be in the second and third grades next year. You’re just not my little babies anymore. Uncle Bobby is at his office all day while you’re at school so I’m here alone. You know how much I love tiny babies so I was wondering… what would you think if Mommy had another baby?”
Both girls squealed and clapped their hands. “That would be wonderful. How soon can we get the baby?” Meghan looked over to me then back at her mother. “What about Uncle Bobby, he lives here too. What does he think?”
“I agree, I think a baby is a wonderful idea.”
“Good. I’ll go clean my room so she can sleep in my room.”
“Will not, she’s going to be in my room.”
The girls went into the living room still arguing about where the baby was going to sleep when Molly ran back in out of breath and yelled, “We want a sister, bothers are icky,” and ran back out.
I looked at Colleen with admiration. “You’re very good at this.”