Theresa Wants A Baby - Pt. 02

Author's Note: All characters are 18 or older. Any resemblance to real life people or events is entirely coincidental.

"TeeHee!" I called out as I opened the front door to our apartment. "I'm home! Not trying to scare you." No answer. After a sweep of the apartment, I determined she was actually not home this time. I pulled out my phone and sent her a text.

"Tee! Where you at?"

"Hi! I was craving mozzarella sticks, so I went to Sheetz."

"Ooo tasty. Okay well I'll see you when you get back."

"Do you want anything?"

"No I'm not hungry. But thank you."

"Not even a creeeeamy vanilla milkshake!?"

"Why did you say it like that?"

"Don't worry about it!"

"... Milkshake sounds good actually."

"Milkshake incoming!"

I spent the next five minutes changing into sweatpants and doing some small chores around the apartment. I then got a follow up text from Theresa.

"So, I'm gonna be a while. Someone in front of me apparently ordered enough food for all attendees of a Taylor Swift concert, so I have to wait for the cooks to finish that before they give me my six mozzarella sticks."

"Ugh that's so annoying."

"I know! They need to triage these better."

"You thinking like, 15 minutes?"

"Probably longer, honestly."

"Okay, sorry Tee. I'll see you soon."

"See you soon ????"

Since I had some time, I decided to have a masturbation session, using the TV in the living room. I navigated to the website I usually use, and hit play on a point-of-view blowjob video. Those were some of my favorites. I did have to regularly sift through them to find ones I liked. I've noticed that a lot of porn, especially blowjob videos, tend to treat the woman like an object, abusing her throat, hitting her, and just treating her badly in general.

I've read that some women do actually like being treated like this, as a form of role play. But for me personally, I really preferred the videos where both the man and woman are having the time of their lives. When the woman is getting satisfaction out of pleasing her man, and the man is loving the feeling of his partner's mouth. That's the kind of sexual experience I really wanted to have, and I had no interest in watching a woman get harmed during sex, even if it's just role play.

I absolutely loved it when it was the other way around too. I love watching women be pleased with their partner's mouth, and imagining I was doing it. Something about the shape of a woman's body when her legs are spread like that, with a head of hair buried in her sex, the woman's body writhing with pleasure as she is feasted upon... I desperately wanted to be that buried head of hair.

The breeding fetish my sister was engaged in was also starting to needle its way into my brain. Something about the actors joyfully making love with the intention of making life, it stoked a fire in me that I didn't know was there. I struggled with it, at first. Part of me thinking that I was becoming like the supreme leader, wanting to just spread my seed all over the world. However, I remembered my sister's words about turning a curse into a blessing, and I decided to take the same approach.

Today though, I was in the mood to watch a beautiful woman give a man a blowjob, so I took off my pants, threaded my cock out of my boxer briefs, and started stroking.

The video was really hot. The woman's mouth was so wet that she was drooling a bit as she sucked off the man. She was looking up at him longingly, clearly enjoying pleasing him (or pretending to, at least). The man's face was not visible, but I heard his quiet moans of pleasure, blending in with the sloppy sounds of the woman sucking his cock.

She shifted her eyes forward, and took the man's cock all the way into her throat. I could no longer see his member, and her face was buried deep into his torso. I loved it when a porn actress did that. 'Deepthroating,' it's called. I assumed it was unpleasant for the woman, but the man's cries of ecstasy increased in pitch and volume when she did it.

I was rock hard, and starting to feel my orgasm build, when I heard a high pitched, feminine voice behind me.

"Hi," my sister said.

It was my turn to instinctively jump and cover up. Theresa was holding a white paper bag in her left hand, and a tall plastic cup, filled with a creamy white liquid, with whipped cream and a cherry on top. "They actually made my order first, so it only took a few minutes. I'm sorry."

"No it's okay," I said. "You just startled me is all." I reached for the remote to turn the TV off.

"No! Wait, leave it on."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I want to watch you... again."

I knew it was wrong, but I wanted her to see me. And I wanted to see her. So, I continued to stroke myself, and turned my eyes to the TV. Theresa unbuttoned her jeans, and wiggled out of them. She was wearing white cotton panties again. She sat down next to me, so close that her left side was rubbing up against me. She spread her legs, draping her left leg over my right. She then moved her panties to the side, revealing her smooth, small, glistening pussy. I licked my lips hungrily as she inserted a finger.

We watched the blowjob video together, both of us breathing heavily as we pleasured ourselves, and watched each other. At some point, I stopped watching the TV and was focused on my sister's sex. I watched her finger go in and out, slick with her juices, and the sounds of her fingering herself was driving me crazy with lust.

"I really like watching you do that, Tee..."

"You do?"

"Yeah... like a lot."

She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, sighing. "I love watching you too."

The frequency of her breath increased, and she fingered herself faster. "I'm gonna cum, Davie..."

"Cum for me sis," I said, echoing her words from last time. "Cum for your brother."

Ragged, frantic breaths escaped my sister's mouth in response to my encouragement. She fucked herself faster, and harder. The squelching sounds were officially louder than the TV.

"Davie..." she started. "Will you... kiss me... while I'm cumming?"

I locked my lips with hers, and she shoved her tongue in my mouth like it was the most delicious thing she's ever tasted. She grabbed the back of my head with her free hand and pulled me into her face. She moaned intensely as her mouth and tongue locked up. Her body shook, and she broke our lip lock so she could cry out, releasing the orgasmic energy from her body.

She fell back on the couch, still breathing heavily. Her pussy was still exposed, and I saw a creamy white substance slowly leaking out. I resisted the urge to lick it, though at this point I was fairly certain that my sister would let me if I tried.

I continued to jerk myself off, invigorated by watching my sister give herself an orgasm, and the minty taste of my sister's tongue. I was getting extremely close, and my body language did not keep that a secret.

Theresa shifted off the couch, and got on her knees in front of me. "I wanna finish you," she said quietly.

A thousand responses ran through my mind. 'I don't think that's a good idea,' and 'We really shouldn't, Tee,' and 'We can't cross that line.' Reasons why what she was going to do was wrong. Articulate responses, backed up with empirical evidence.

Instead, I only managed one word. "Okay."

Theresa slowly reached for my cock, with the same hand she used to make herself cum. When her fingers wrapped around my pole, I almost came immediately. The feeling of someone else's hand on my genitals, lubricated with their fluids, was about a hundred times better than self-pleasure.

"Ugh," I grunted. "That feels really good, sis."

"I'm glad I can make you feel good, bro," she said with a warm smile. "I want you to cum in my mouth."

"If you're sure..."

"Yeah... I want to taste you again... I want to drink you... your... baby batter...."

I had never heard semen called that before, but it sent me over the edge. Theresa sensed it, and opened her mouth wide, then stuck her tongue out. Her eyes were wide, pleading. They seemed to scream 'Please give me your cum!'

The sight made me explode. I yelled with joy as I unloaded my balls into my sister's mouth. She closed her eyes as I filled her, savoring the taste. She had a death grip on my cock, causing my cum to shoot out hard and fast.

Some of my cum landed on my sister's chin. She scooped it up with her finger and inserted it into her mouth. She tilted her head back, and swallowed it all.

"Fuck... I said, out of breath. "That was amazing, Tee. Thank you."

She was sucking off her finger. "Thank YOU, Davie. I love tasting it." She leaned forward and lightly kissed the tip of my cock, which made me shudder. Theresa licked her lips, then took a seat back on the couch.

"One more thing, love," I said. I reached down to her crotch, and felt my sister's pussy for the first time. It was incredibly wet, and smooth. I couldn't help but think about how amazing it would feel to be inside of it.

Theresa instinctively pushed her pelvis into my hand, submerging my finger even deeper. It was so warm, welcoming, and tight. I wanted to live in it, and eat it for every meal.

Theresa moaned with delight as my finger entered her. "Ohhhh Davie it feels so much better when someone else is touching you..."

"You don't have to tell me," I laughed. "But for now, I just want to taste you."

I pulled my finger out of my sister's vagina, and sucked her cum off of it. I heard a very soft 'wow' escape my sister's lips as I cleaned my own finger.

I beckoned my sister to let me cuddle her, and she accepted graciously by plopping down against my body. I wrapped my arms around her, taking in her scent.

"Mmmm that was just lovely," Theresa said.

"You're lovely," I responded.

"No you!"

"You!"

This continued for several minutes.

"Okay, both of us are lovely?" I eventually asked.

"If you insist!" Theresa responded. "I know I sound like a broken record, but I love how you taste."

"Can I ask you about that, actually?"

"Of course."

"Is swallowing cum in any way related to you wanting a baby?"

She smiled. "Yes. I've been doing a lot of reading. Various blog posts, podcasts, articles, opinion pieces, and there are a lot of people who think swallowing it makes you more fertile. And there's a theory about how consuming a man's semen promotes positive energy, and healthy growth of the baby.

"I know it's all pseudoscience, but it resonated with me when I read it. That's why I was really happy when you accidentally came in my mouth a little. I was thinking about asking you if I could do that, but I was too nervous. Seemed like fate!"

"I definitely can't complain," I said. "It's really hot watching you swallow it."

She beamed. "That's also part of it! The blogs said that the happier the man is, the more healthy the semen, and the stronger its effects."

We talked a bit longer about the most enjoyable parts of our escapades, and Theresa gushed about the baby side of it.

"Well," I eventually said, "I guess I need to help you find a boyfriend, so you can eventually make me a nephew."

I may have imagined it, but I thought I saw my sister's smile falter a little. "I would love that," she said. "You know me better than anyone, so you'd be the best matchmaker! And would you accept a niece?"

"Even better," I said. "I've always wanted to attend those tea parties you and the other girls used to have."

Theresa laughed. "No boys allowed! But we can make an exception for Uncle Davie."

"I appreciate that, sis."

She nuzzled her head against my chest and closed her eyes. "You're gonna be the best uncle ever."

As my sister dozed off in my arms, I imagined myself being an uncle to a little girl. Taking her to appointments when her parents are busy, playing with her in an almost-too-rough kind of way, spoiling her with random gifts, sneaking her and her friends alcohol when she got old enough, and being a shoulder to cry on when she needed it. It was a warm, pleasant daydream.

But it wasn't enough. I wanted to be a dad.

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For the third time in three weeks, I was summoned to the coffee shop, a spot where two of my former cases, David and Theresa, liked to meet me once a month.

David and Theresa are siblings. They were part of an extremely vile sex cult, of which Theresa in particular was almost a direct victim of. Luckily, her brother was able to call for help before anything happened, and law enforcement raided the compound, putting an end to two decades of darkness and suffering. The boy, David, was a hero, and incredibly brave for what he did.

After the members of the cult were liberated, I was assigned both David and Theresa. They were a package deal, and attached to each other at the hip. My job was to integrate them into society, to teach them about life, how to navigate all the things regular people are taught from birth, and ease them into a new world that I'd imagine seems terrifying and alien to someone who grew up like these siblings did.

David took to lessons well, and was eager to learn everything I had to teach him. Theresa took considerably longer. Due to the nature of the cult and the different levels of indoctrination and brainwashing for boys and girls, Theresa took more work, and more time. Eventually, with her brother's help, we managed to get through to her. Today, three years later, they are both young, healthy adults who are doing incredibly well integrating into modern society.

I'm so proud of them.

I kept meeting with both of them once a month after they were both 18. Partially because I felt like they still needed someone. Someone to talk to, confide in, ask questions they would be afraid to ask anyone else. The other reason is because they might be my favorite case I've ever worked on. Two teenagers who grew up in complete isolation, transforming into two amazing people who are genuinely fun to be around, and to talk to. It was the biggest success story of my career, and I was proud of all three of us.

The last two times we met, only David was in attendance. Today, it was only going to be Theresa. Something was going on with the two of them. They had never asked me to meet more than once a month before. And now I'm meeting with both of them several times over just a few weeks.

I was scrolling on my phone when I heard Theresa's voice above me. "Jackie!"

I stood up and gave her a big bear hug. "So good to see you girl! I was starting to think you may not be among the living anymore, and your brother was hiding your body somewhere."

Theresa laughed. "He would never! He can't tie his shoes without my help."

I laughed. "True. I got you your usual, by the way."

"Aww, thank you!" Theresa said as I handed her the medium white chocolate mocha. She sat down at the table, and I settled in after her.

"So," I said. "What's going on? What's new?"

"Nothing! School, part time job at the art studio, that's about it."

"That's something! Are you learning a lot at the art studio?"

"Oh yeah. I used to think art was just sketching something on a paper using pencils and crayons. I never knew there was so much more to it. You have to know about proportions, measurements, perspective, lighting, shading... it's a lot!"

She took a sip of her coffee, then spoke again. "I did kinda want to ask you a question, while I have you."

I was getting Déjà vu, hearing Theresa shyly bringing up a question. Her brother had done the same thing in both previous meetings I had with him. Something was going on...

"Fire away honey, you can ask me anything. You know that."

Theresa looked even more hesitant. "I wanted to ask you... about incest."

I paused. I don't know what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn't that. "What about it?"

"Well, I remember from your lessons that it's considered to be morally reprehensible," Theresa said. "But I guess I still don't understand why."

I considered my words before I spoke. "Well, in most cases, incest occurs when one family member has significant power over the other. It's what we refer to as a 'power dynamic.' It's the idea that two people cannot properly consent to a relationship if one of them has no power in said relationship. It's considered coercion, grooming, and manipulation."

I paused. "I can use your situation as an example, if that's okay. If you'd rather me not, I'll try another comparison."

"No, that's fine," Theresa said. "I want to hear about it."

"The man who 'sired' you, for lack of a better term, had nearly unlimited power over you. It's not an exaggeration to say that he could have ended your life, if he chose to do so. And, he used that power to manipulate you into actually wanting him. Fathers have a responsibility to teach their children how to be good, moral people, and keep them safe. What the leader of the cult did was the exact opposite of that."

Theresa considered my words. "So, would you say that most people don't have feelings for their family members?"

"The vast, vast majority of people would find being in a romantic or sexual relationship with a member of their family to be repugnant."

Theresa took another sip of coffee. "What if there's no... power dynamics?"

"What do you mean?"

"What if there were two family members who actually had feelings for each other, but there's no power difference between them? Like, they just simply like each other."

I was starting to become a bit wary of this conversation. "Well," I started, "I suppose that is technically possible, but it would be a one-in-a-billion occurrence. Then there are other problems too, like inbreeding."

"I've read about that," Theresa said. "Increased risk of birth defects, right?"

"Substantially increased."

"Is there any way to know what your personal chances of birth defects would be, if you were to engage in incest?"

I was officially not happy at this conversation. "Why are you asking me this, Theresa?"

"It's for a class actually. I'm writing a paper on nature vs. nurture in respect to raising children from birth to adulthood in different environments and backgrounds."

It made sense, but I was still very suspicious. David tells me his sister is getting hit with baby fever, and a week later, she's asking me about incest and inbreeding. I wasn't liking the dots that were connecting, and I was praying I was imagining it.

"There are some genetic markers that are essentially recessive diseases. We have two copies of most of our genes. One comes from our mothers, and one comes from our fathers. When a gene is recessive, both copies of that gene needs to be identical for it to actually affect you.

"The reason why family members reproducing leads to birth defects so often, is because people in the same families tend to have the same recessive genes. Which means any genes linked to various diseases are active in the resulting offspring. This isn't an issue most of the time with non-related couples, because the genetic markers in both parents are so different.

"So with that in mind, one would calculate their own risk by simply getting thorough bloodwork done. You'll get a full list of everything you need to know. Then I suppose you would need to find someone who's an expert in genetics to help you interpret the information on the results, and make an educated guess on what your risk percentage would be."

Theresa nodded along as I spoke, and smiled when I finished. "That was incredibly helpful, thank you! I'm gonna put that in my paper and cite you as the source!"

I laughed, but got serious again. "Theresa, are you sure this is for a paper?"

"Of course," she said. "What else would it be for?"

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It was Theresa's birthday. Well, not exactly. Her actual birthday would be this coming Sunday, but she was scheduled to work that day, much to her despair. So, I decided to take her on a weekend trip, and bring her home before her shift starts on Sunday. She loves traveling, and staying in hotels, so I got us a room at a mountain resort in a town about 40 miles southwest of the city. We both love mountain and forest-y environments, so this seemed like the perfect weekend getaway.

If you're wondering how we can afford this, we did get a payout from a massive lawsuit involving some financial entities that was funding the cult. I never really read into the details, as I wasn't interested. I just wanted to move on with my life, and having an understanding of the complex financial structures in place for the whole cult's operation was extremely low on my list of priorities.

A financial advisor had us put all the money into an account, and set it to automatically pay my sister and I a certain amount each month. We also get a little money from the state. It's a program that provides support for people who are in similar situations to ours. Between those two sources of monthly income, we live pretty comfortably. It's still not easy to afford a trip like this, so I had to eat ramen for a couple weeks to save up.

I was driving down the highway with Theresa in the passenger seat. Her window was down. She had her bare feet propped up on the dashboard, her sundress flopping in the wind. I know it's unsafe, but I'm a good driver. I drive the speed limit, and the highway was largely empty. Plus, my sister has very cute feet.

Theresa was singing (more like yelling) along with the song 'Sweet Child 'O Mine' by Guns 'n Roses. It was one of her favorites, she liked to belt it whenever it came on. As she (very poorly) vocalized alongside Axl's bombastic final vocal melody, sat back and laughed. "Oh I love that song. How would you rate my performance, Davie?"

Doing my best Simon Cowell impression, I replied. "TeeHee, that may have been... the worst performance... I have ever seen on this stage. I suggest you return to your day job, because there is no future for you in this industry."

"AH," she gasped in false outrage. She slapped my shoulder. "Just you wait, mean British man! One day, everyone will know my name! T. Swift will be opening for me!"

"I'll be front row center at your first show!" I beamed at her.

She smiled, and put her hand on my thigh. "Thank you, Davie."

"For what?"

"For taking me on this trip. I'm so happy you're my brother."

I put my hand on her bare thigh, her skin was slightly sweaty from the heat and sunlight. "I'd give you the world if I could, Tee. So this is the bare minimum, from where I'm standing."

"Sweetest boy ever," she said. "Hey I wanted to ask you something."

"Anything."

"What do you think of 'Dawn?'"

"Dawn?"

"The name, for my baby, if it's a girl."

"Oh. I... I think that's beautiful, actually. It's like, 'dawn of a new day,' or 'dawn of a new beginning.' It suits her, and you."

"EXACTLY!" Theresa exclaimed. "I love how you just understand me, always."

"I've done plenty of studying," I joked. She laughed. "What if it's a boy?"

"Hmmmm."

"You haven't thought of any boy names?"

"Not as much yet, because you wanted a girl."

"Why does it matter what I want?" I'm just the uncle."

"Because you're my favorite person! And I also would love if we had a girl."

'If we had a girl,' she said. 'We.' Was I imagining her intentions, or reading too much into her choice of words?

"Well, if it is a boy, I think you should name him Adam."

"Ooooo, yes! That's absolutely perfect." She kissed me on the cheek. "Perfect. If it's a girl, we'll name her Dawn, my pick. If it's a boy, we'll name him Adam, your pick!"

There was that 'we' again...

It took us about an hour to get to the hotel. When we got out of the car, Theresa was bouncing up and down with excitement. "Oh my god Davie look at all the trees! Smell the air! This is amazing. Can we move here? I just want to live in the forest and draw it forever."

"And you could sell the drawings on Etsy! I'll chop wood all day, and make myself useful."

"Ooooo, big strong lumberjack," she beamed at me.

We got checked into our room, which was really bougie, and dare I say it, pretty romantic. There was a large living area with a comfortable looking couch, the cushions littered in articulate embroidery. There was a TV, mini bar, coffee machine, and a mini fridge. There were artworks of landscapes on the walls, adding to the wooded ambience. A sliding glass door made way to a balcony, which provided an absolutely breathtaking view of the valley below, as well as the other mountains in the distance.

The second room was simply a bedroom, with a king-sized bed, draped with immaculately clean white sheets There was a bathroom directly across the hall from the bedroom, with a translucent walk-in shower.

Theresa went into the bedroom to change into her bathing suit. I stayed in the living room to change into mine. When Theresa emerged from the bedroom, she was wearing a dark blue one-piece bathing suit. I couldn't help but stare at her, the tight spandex of the bathing suit molding perfectly to her body, accentuating her curves, breasts, and wide, child-baring hips. Her butt was plump, but firm, and had a wonderful jiggle as she walked.

She was looking at me too, as I was in a pair of swim trunks, and was not wearing a shirt. It seemed like we were both distracted by each other, eyeing each other's bodies with admiration.

"So uh," I said, "Should we go?"

"Uh... yeah. Yeah we should..."

We went to the natural waterslides, which were in walking distance from the hotel. The waterslides were naturally formed, and the water has made the rock bed soft enough to ride down with minimal discomfort. There was still some danger, but the park admin was extremely diligent about closing down the area if the water current was too extreme. Luckily for us, they were open today.

We had a great time, feeling the thrill of sliding down the rock formations with speed, the refreshing natural coolness of the water, and getting plenty of vitamin D from the sun. We horseplayed, splashing each other in the pond at the end of the slide. Theresa jumped on my back at one point, trying to dunk me into the water. I felt her breasts cushion against my back, and was almost too distracted to fight her off me.

When we were finished with the water slides, we changed back into regular clothes, and went for a hike. We were skipping and laughing through the woods, enjoying the nature and isolation. Living in a downtown apartment means experiences like these are rare, and we were savoring the moment. At one point, we came to a ravine with a great view, so we took a break and sat down so Theresa could take some pictures. She was going to use them as a reference to draw the landscape later.

After the hike, it was time for dinner. The hotel had its own kitchen and seating area, a large, wide open deck with the same view as our hotel balcony. Theresa had put on a different, nicer sundress for the occasion, and I put on my nicest pair of jeans with a clean dark button down shirt.

I ordered their lasagna, and Theresa had steak. She loves steak, a lot. It was by far her favorite thing she tried after her and I got free of our old life. I always thought it was funny, she's one of the girliest girls I've ever met, either back in the compound or outside of it. But every once in a while, she engages in something that many would consider 'unbecoming' of a proper lady, such as wolfing down steak with the rabid hunger of a starving polar bear. I personally thought it was adorable.

"At this rate, cows are going to go extinct," I joked. "Steak, burgers, milk, cheese... time to kiss it all goodbye, I guess."

Theresa laughed with a mouth full of meat. She swallowed, then said, "Shush! I'm really hungry! Swimming and hiking worked up one hell of an appetite."

"Is the steak good?"

She shut her eyes in satisfaction. "Uhhhh-mazing."

"Do you want another one?"

"Really? Can I?"

"Damn lady! I was just joking, but if you really want another one-"

She laughed again. "I'm just kidding. Honestly, I probably could eat another one, but I will show restraint, and save the life of a cow!"

"I'm pretty sure the cow is still dead, and someone else will eat the steak instead."

"Ah good point. Well, still, I think I'd regret it later if I ate a second one anyway." She rubbed her tummy.

We continued to eat and talk, about everything. Our favorite Marvel movies so far, school, funny stories about things that happen in lectures, and of course, kids. Theresa talked about things like cribs and toys she found on Etsy, and showed me a few of them on her phone. They were very cute.

After desert, which was a delectable piece of chocolate mousse ice cream cake, we made our way back to the hotel room to settle in for the night. I swiped the key card to the card reader, and we made our way inside. The room was mostly dark, as the sun was reduced to a faint orange light on the horizon. I didn't turn on the lights.

"Mmmm what an absolutely wonderful day," Theresa said tiredly. "Thank you, Davie. This has been amazing, and it's not even my birthday yet!"

"You deserve it, Tee. You're my favorite person in the world, and I love making you happy. I'd do so much more for you if I could."

She smiled at me, then wrapped her arms around me and buried her head in my chest. "I love you."

"And I love you."

She pulled back a few inches, and looked me in the eye. She planted a quick peck on my lips. Then another. Then another that lingered a bit longer. Then even longer. Then she kissed me with her mouth slightly open. Then, I felt her tongue on mine, and we started making out, standing in the middle of the hotel room.

Still kissing me, Theresa started to push me up against the wall. I felt the hard plaster on my back as I made contact. Her lips had not left mine. We were kissing softly, and passionately.

My eyes were closed, and I felt a hand move down to my belt. She unclasped it, unbuttoned my jeans, and pulled down my zipper. The mere feeling of this instantly made my cock hard.

She kissed my chin, then my neck, then my chest. She was descending down my body. Down and down, until she reached my waist. I felt her fingers dip into the waistband of my jeans and boxer briefs, and felt her slowly pulling them down.

"Theresa..." I said quietly, barely above a whisper. My eyes were closed.

Theresa didn't answer. She continued to pull my pants down further and further, until I felt my cock being exposed to air. A quiet, cute sigh from Theresa.

I felt soft flesh on my tip, which made me shudder. Then, a slight, pleasant wetness. I sighed loudly. Then I felt that same wetness envelop my entire cock, as I felt my sister's tongue massage the underside of my shaft. I looked down at Theresa, and saw a head of golden hair, slowly moving back and forth against my pelvis.

"Oh my god...," I whispered, lost for words. Theresa was moaning in ecstasy as she sucked on me. It was like she was having a spiritual experience. It felt like it too. She was massaging it with her mouth, slowly, sensually, stimulating it with her tongue. It was the same love and passion she was using when she kissed me, except she was channeling all of that love into my cock instead of my lips.

And I felt every atom, every molecule of that love and passion. The feeling of her tongue was divine. I never knew until that moment how good another human being could feel. Not only the sensation, but the sight of this beautiful, short, voluptuous blonde angel on her knees, pleasing me, was one of the most beautiful sights I've ever laid eyes up to that moment.

This was wrong. But I didn't care. My sister desperately wanted my cum. And I desperately wanted to give it to her.

She was soon going to get what she wished for. "I'm so close, love..."

Theresa moaned louder, and increased the pressure of her mouth on my cock.

"Oh god.... oh god...."

My sister took my cock deep in her mouth as I came. The orgasm I had was about a hundred times more intense than any I had before, even when Theresa jerked me off into her mouth. She continued to suck as I filled her mouth with my seed, and Theresa was practically shaking with elation as she tasted me. I was so sensitive post-orgasm, and the sensation was almost too much as she continued to swirl her tongue around my pole. I endured it, though, because I wanted her to have exactly what she wanted.

Finally, she released my cock from her mouth, but continued to lick it sensually, cleaning off any cum that was still on it. Once she was satisfied, she scooped up a few stray drops of cum on her lips, chin, and chest, swallowed it all, and licked her lips. She stood up, smiled, and kissed me. "Thank you Davie," she said.

"Are you kidding me, love? I should be thanking you. That felt... I... I don't even have words."

She giggled. "I'm sorry if that was unexpected... I just really wanted your milk."

I loved that she called it 'my milk.' It was stoking the flames of someone who was starting to believe in this talk about semen increasing fertility and health and all that other stuff. Or, as Jackie would put it, someone who was starting to choose to believe in all of it.

I smiled at my sister. "That worked out, because I really wanted to give you my milk."

She closed her eyes and sighed. "God I love you so much."

"And I you," I said. "And... if you wanted me to... return the favor... I would like to..."

She smiled and kissed me again. "I would love that. But tonight, I just want to be held by you as I fall asleep. Feel the part of your soul that you gave me, as I drift off to my dreams."

We changed into pajamas and got into bed. I reduced the lighting to where the room was almost dark, but there was enough light to navigate the room, if one of us needed to get up. My sister settled into my arms as I held her close, feeling her back against my chest, and her butt against my pelvis.

"Hey Tee," I started, "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything, love."

"Do you really think I'm giving you a part of my soul? When you drink me?"

She turned her head to meet my eyes, and smiled. "Of course I do. It's an elixir that creates life when it meets an egg, which is part of the woman's soul. It creates a whole separate soul. What else are souls made of but parts of other souls? The souls of their mommy and daddy.

"I... I think that makes a lot of sense, love."

She smiled again. "I know you don't fully believe in this stuff. And that's okay. I don't have any proof of any of it. No studies, no scientific experiments to cite, I don't even 'know' any of it is true myself. But-"

I finished her sentence. "But it's what you choose to believe."

She smiled widely, showing almost all of her perfect white teeth. "How do you always get me so perfectly?"

"I'll be honest love, with this one, I had a little bit of outside help." I moved a strand of hair from the front of her face. "But... maybe it's a choice I could make too."

"I love that for you," she said. She kissed my cheek, and rolled over so that her back was facing me once again.

"... I love that for us," she said quietly.

The next morning, we woke up after the sun had already began streaming through the windows. Visible light beams cut through the space in the bedroom, waking us up peacefully. After teasing my sister about the adorable, blonde, tangled mess of bed head that used to be her hair, I showered, got dressed, and waited for Theresa to follow suit.

We went on another hike in the morning, albeit only about half as long as yesterday's. We then had lunch, and spent some time hanging out on our balcony. She spent that time drawing, and I spent it writing. After a few hours of this, she revealed her illustration to me, which was her brother, sitting on the balcony with a vast mountain range in the background, deep in thought with a quill in his hand, scribing the ink onto the pages.

The drawing belongs in a museum.

For dinner, we went to a local restaurant that had a patio with a similar view as our hotel, but it was even more breathtaking, and the food was phenomenal. I had a burger, which might have been the best burger I've ever had. Theresa switched it up and got a steak. Always steak with this young woman.

After dinner, we danced, as there was a DJ at the restaurant in the indoor section. We had the usual fun numbers, such as Electric Slide, Sweet Caroline, songs like that. But there were also slow-dancing selections as well, which we took advantage of to get nice and close, heads pressing together as we swayed with the music.

We went to get some air, as we were starting to sweat a bit. We stood out on the balcony, observing the valley of green below, and the massive snow-capped rock formations in the distance.

"I will never get tired of a view like this." My sister said.

"Me neither," I agreed. "I wish we could just live here."

Theresa whipped her head around to get her hair out of her face. "Could you imagine it? Just us, the trees, the animals, the Earth. I could garden, decorate, do all the interior design!"

I laughed. "I'll chop all the wood, do the cooking, and carry the heavy things around."

She stood on her tiptoes and planted a peck on my lips. "You'll need to teach me how to cook, so we can both do it!"

"Do I look like a miracle worker, lady?"

She gasped and lightly punched me in the stomach. "Rude! I just need a good teacher."

I wrapped my arms around her from behind. She continued her thoughts about our cabin in the forest. "Me drawing, you writing... just us... until our time in this world is up."

"We can learn new languages in our free time," I said.

"And fish!" Theresa added.

"And make a natural pool."

"Make a coi pond!"

"Make friends with the raccoons."

"Pet all the deer!"

"Raise our baby."

Theresa stopped. She turned slowly, still in my arms, until she was looking me straight in the eye.

"Our... baby..."

"I love you Theresa. More than anything in the world. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever known. You are so pure, and nurturing. You're hilarious. You make me laugh every single day. Despite everything you've been through, you're the kindest, gentlest soul I've ever known, and I think it's impossible for anyone else to dethrone you, for the rest of eternity."

Theresa's eyes were wet, and she began to choke a bit as she continued to look at me, barely blinking, not taking her eyes off mine for a second.

"We fit together like two puzzle pieces," I continued. "You are perfect for me. I'm perfect for you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Every single day.

"There's only one reason not to want you, which is because you're my sister. But that's not a good enough reason to ignore how I feel about you. Not for me. I love you too much to care."

"Oh," Theresa sobbed. "Davie, I love you so much. I don't have the words. Damn you, you wordsmith you!" She chuckled through the sobs. "There's no other man on the planet I'd rather be with than you. You're my soulmate. I've known it for a long time. I've wanted you, every second of every day, for so long. Please be mine. Please."

"You have me," I said. "Forever. In this life and the next." I kissed her, and tasted her tears. They were salty, and somehow satisfying to taste. Her lips themselves tasted like cherry chapstick.

"I... wanted to give you something for your birthday," I said.

"You've already given me all I could ever ask for," she said, her sobs starting to subside.

"That's not true love," I said. I put my hand on her soft, slightly protruding belly. "I want to give you a baby."

Theresa froze, the sobs stopped. "I need you to take me back to the hotel. Right. Now."

Remember how I said I always drive the speed limit? Sorry, I lied. I was going 10 miles over the entire way back to the hotel. I'm sure a lot of people would make fun of the fact that 10 over is considered 'speeding,' but it was a new thrill for me personally.

When we got back to the hotel, we were antsy, but trying not to look too eager by sprinting back to the room. Despite my and my sister's excitement, we still wanted to have a little bit of decorum, a little bit of restraint. It was an unspoken thing between my sister's and I.

We reached the door to our room. With shaking hands, I swiped the card, unlocking the door. It only took three tries, and Theresa only giggled at me a little bit for my clumsiness. We walked inside, and Theresa kissed me. "Can you do me a favor, love?"

"Anything."

"Wait five minutes, then come in to the bedroom."

"That's a very long time."

"It'll be well worth it." She smiled and walked into the bedroom, closing the door.

As I expected, the next few minutes were agonizing. I was watching the clock on my phone intently, which made the minutes pass by more slowly. As soon as the clock read 11:50PM, I stood up, and walked to the bedroom door. I hesitated, heart pounding in my chest. I could barely keep my hand from shaking as I reached for the doorknob, turned it, and pushed the door open.

What I saw figuratively nailed my jaw to the floor.

Theresa was in the middle of the bed, propped up on her knees, and resting her bottom against her feet. She was in her underwear, but it was unlike any underwear I've seen in person. Her bra was white, and had silvery sparkles embroidered into the fabric. Attached to the bottom of each cup, there was a a large piece of sheer, see through cloth that extended down to below her waist.

She was wearing a white thong with frills along the waistband. It had the same embroidery as her bra, completing the matching set. It left very little to the imagination, as I could see the curves of her pubic bone, uncovered by the minimal fabric.

She was a goddess, and I was completely under her spell.

"I was going to ask you..." she stared, "... I was going to ask you if you would give me a baby this weekend. I... brought this along in case you said yes."

"I... I don't know what to say... you are so beautiful," I said.

"Do you think I'm hot, too?"

"Beyond words."

"Can I see you now?"

I started to take off my clothes. Theresa eyed me hungrily as I stripped down, and she giggled at me as I stumbled slightly trying to get my jeans off. When I was standing before her wearing nothing but my boxer briefs, she smiled, pulled herself off the bed, and positioned herself in front of me.

She took my underwear's waistband in her hands, one on each side, and slowly pulled them down to the floor. I was naked in front of my sister. She eyed me up and down.

"You are so, so goddamn hot bro. I love your body. I want to look at it every day."

"Only if I can look at yours."

"If I had it my way, it would be illegal for you to look anywhere else," she laughed. She then stood up, and turned around, giving me a view of her mostly uncovered butt. It was immaculate, soft, and smooth. I wanted to bury my face in it.

She looked back at me seductively. "Can you help me out of my bra and panties, love?"

"Posthaste, moon of my life" (a Game of Thrones reference, which she loves).

Hands still shaking, I reached up to her bra and unclasped it. She turned around and let it fall to the floor. My sister's boobs were incredible. Large, shapely, small light pink nipples dotting the center. I took one of her nipples in my mouth, and she moaned loudly. "Ohhhh Davie... I love that... so much.... oh my god..."

"I can't wait to watch you feed our baby with these," I said.

She grinned through closed eyes. "Our baby..." she echoed. "Oh Davie it feels like you're drinking my milk... I love it so much..."

"I want to taste something else, if that's okay with you."

"Yes," she said somewhat frantically. "I want to feel your tongue... so badly..."

I laid my sister down on her back, and began kissing down her body, making sure to give extra attention to both nipples. She coo'd intensely as I sucked on them. As I descended further, I kissed around her beautiful belly button, and made my way down to the waistband of her panties. I kissed around the area, and dipped my tongue into the waistband, pushing the already scant borders of her underwear. Theresa wormed and writhed as I tasted her skin, and placed her hand on the back of my head.

She giggled. "You are teasing me so much bro!" Her voice shifted to light pleading. "Davie... I really need you to take my panties off... please."

I obliged, and looped my fingers around the lacy waistband of her thong. I slowly pulled it down, inch by inch, until it slid down her thighs, her ankles, her feet, until the last of my sister's garments were off her body, discarded and forgotten.

Theresa spread her legs open as widely as she possibly could, and I stared down at my sister's naked form. It was the most beautiful sight I've ever set my eyes on. The amalgamation of all of her parts, her face, her shoulders, her breasts, her slightly chubby belly, her thick thighs, her adorable tiny feet, and the curvy, full package that held all of these beautiful components together, combined into a priceless and timeless work of art.

And who could forget the small, plump kitty between her beautiful legs, already glistening with moisture, hairless, and almost free of any blemishes. It was calling to me, yearning for my seed. The entrance to my sister's soul, and she was inviting me in.

"I believe..." my sister started, "That you said there was something you wanted to taste?"

"Sorry... sorry love. I was just distracted..."

She giggled. "I love the way you look at me."

I returned to kiss and lick around my sister's pussy, teasing her a little more. I was nervous. I wanted it badly, but it was the first time, and I got a little scared.

I pushed through the fear, and gently licked my sister's vagina.

"OH! Ohhh. Ohhh Davie. Ohhh Davie. Ohhh my... Davie oh my god..."

She tasted amazing. It was just like when I licked her cum off my finger last week, but so much more potent. Her taste and scent were driving me insane with lust, and I increased my intensity.

"Davie... that's... where have you been all my life? Oh god...."

I started tonguing her small nub at the tip top of her pussy, something I had read about online.

"DAVIE! Oh god... Ohhh my god that feels amazing... please keep doing that. Please keep... oh my god... ohmygodohmygodohmygod... FFFFffffff.... F-f-f-f-f-ffffFFFFFfffff.... FUUUCK!"

I came up for air for a moment and chuckled. "I didn't know that word was part of your vocabulary, sis."

She shoved my head back into her sex. "Please... for the love of god... do not... take your tongue.... off my pussy." She was breathing raggedly. "ohhh fuck, she whispered.

I continued to lick my sister, letting her enjoy the sensation. After letting her bask in her ecstasy for a bit, I inserted two fingers into her love canal. She was wetter than all seven oceans combined, but tight enough to give my fingers some difficulty.

"FUCK!" She yelled. "Ohhh yes that's the spot. That is the spot. Please keep doing that. Please keep doing that! PLEASE KEEP DOING THAT!"

I licked and fingered my sister passionately, moaning satisfaction into her wetness. Theresa began to shake.

"Davie... I think... I think...."

"Are you gonna cum, love?"

"Fuck... you are going to make me cum... you're gonna make me cum... holy shit..."

"Cum for me sis. Cum for your brother."

"Oh my fuck... oh my fuck... I'm gonna cum... then I'm going to suck your cock..."

"Then I'm going to put a baby in you," I growled.

My declaration was a lit fuse. A plunger attached to dynamite. A nuclear detonator. Theresa squeezed my head in between her thick, creamy thighs, grabbed a handful of my hair in a death grip with both hands, and pushed against my face and fingers as hard as she could. She let out a few quick "OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD'S" then went silent as every muscle in her body tensed. She shook, lightly at first, then violently, chaotically. She let out a high pitched squeal that could have shattered glass.

"FUUUUUUUUUuuuuu-" she bellowed, as the pent up energy from her orgasm exploded through every pore in her body, her tremors reaching their apex. Slowly, her shaking decreased in intensity, and I felt the iron grip of her thighs and hands on my head lighten. My sister relaxed her entire body, fell back on the bed, and sighed cutely and dramatically.

Theresa's pussy was soaked, as well as her entire pubic region, and the upper part of her thighs. There was a white creamy substance slowly and lazily seeping from her sex. I lightly cleaned it up with my tongue, which made Theresa yelp softly. Not wanting to stop tasting her, I spent a little more time being my sister's personal custodian than I should have.

She giggled. "Love, please come up here and kiss me." I obliged, and planted my lips on hers. She attacked me with her mouth, tasting herself on me. She ran her tongue along my lips and chin, cleaning me up.

"Davie..." my sister started, "That... was the single greatest feeling of my life..."

"Now you know how I felt last night," I said. "I loved pleasing you like that. I love the way you taste."

"If you could do that to me... every day... from now until Ragnarok... you would make me the happiest sister ever..."

"I'd be offended if you didn't let me, love."

She smiled widely. "I love that you love the taste of my cum."

"It feels like I'm drinking you... part of your soul... and it's inside me now. Part of me."

She grinned. "You can have as much as me as you want, love. Any time. Any day, any place. My pussy is yours to feast on."

My already hard cock turned to adamantium at my sister's offering, but she wasn't finished speaking. "But for now, I want... no I NEED to taste you... I want to make you nice and hard with my mouth, and show you just how much I love you..."

She got down on all fours, and took my cock into her mouth. I leaned my head back and groaned loudly.

Theresa was sucking me with a new level of passion. It was only the second blowjob I've ever received, but it was so much more intense than the previous night. She was practically devouring my cock, getting it extremely wet with her saliva. She was looking up at me as she bobbed up and down my pole, eyes loving me, and not breaking from my gaze.

The sight of my sister on her hands and knees, slurping on my cock, her plump butt angled up towards the upper wall of the room, was another that I wanted to commit to memory. No, see firsthand, every day, forever. I would never get tired of it.

Theresa then surprised me by lowering herself even further, and I felt my tip press against the back of her throat. With my cock fully engulfed in my sister's mouth, she massaged my balls with her tongue sweetly.

"OH FUUUUUUCK!" I roared. "Where... where did you learn how to do that...."

Theresa simply moaned in response, still sucking on me passionately. She didn't want to stop to chat. I knew the answer anyway. It was porn. But I didn't think she could actually do that. But she did, and she did it spectacularly.

She took me in her throat a few more times. Each time, she kept me there for a bit longer, and the wonderful pressure of her throat closing around my tip was driving me wild. If Tee wasn't careful, I was going to cum in her mouth.

We couldn't have that. Not tonight.

Seemingly able to sense the rising tide building in me, my sister pulled away from my cock, sat up to meet me, and kissed me deeply. She then plopped back onto the bed, on her back, and spread her legs open. She grinned at me seductively, and beckoned me to join her with a crooked finger.

I laid down on top of my sister. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me again. She pulled back and looked me in the eyes.

"I want you to breed me," she whispered.

"Breed you..." I whispered back dumbly.

"I want to be bred by my brother..."

"I want to put a baby in my sister..."

"I want you to give me a baby..."

We kissed again, and I felt her fingers wrapped around my cock. She guided me to her pussy, and I lightly pushed up against it. Theresa and I both shuddered as we continued to look each other in the eyes.

"Make me pregnant," she whispered again. "I want to have my brother's baby...."

I pushed into her sex, and we both cried out in joy, harmonizing in perfect pitch, the sounds echoing through the room.

"Ohhhh my god love..." I groaned.

"Davieeeee," she crooned. "Oh my god you're inside of me. My brother is actually inside of me..."

"You feel so amazing, Tee... Holy fuck I love you..."

She looked me in the eyes. "We're one now," she said gently. "You are me, and I'm you. We are part of each other's souls..."

I thrust in and out of my sister, making love to her like it was our last night on Earth. It was sweet, emotional, passionate, and very, very wet. My sister's pussy felt otherworldly. It was dripping, tight around my cock, and impossibly warm. The kind of warm that penetrates you all the way to your core, and heats you up with love and joy.

"Davie..." my sister breathed, "I want you to fuck me..."

"That's what I'm doing, love," I said through ragged breaths.

"No," she said, "I want you to fuck me... hard... don't hold back... show me your wildness... your primal lust..."

"I don't want to hurt you..." I replied.

"You won't..." she said. "I want my brother to ravage me... I want to feel that fire... from you... before you fill me up with your cum..."

I propped myself up on my hands, giving myself the proper leverage, and begin fucking Theresa harder and faster. She quickly dropped the whispering.

"Ohhhh Davie, yes... that's it. That's it. That is it. Oh my god Davie that feels amazing. Keep fucking me like that. Don't stop. Please don't stop. PLEASE DON'T STOP. OH FUCK!"

I was slamming into Theresa hard and fast. Her entire body bounced with each thrust, her boobs in particular jiggling in a way that made we want to suck on her nipples again.

"Ohhhh fuuuuuck," she reiterated. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," she said every time I barreled into her.

She pushed me off of her, and onto my back. Her leg swung around my torso, and she impaled herself on my cock, and began riding.

"Ohhh Davie," she said again. "Ohhhh wow I really like riding your cock. Fuuuuck this feels amazing."

I took in the sight of my naked, thick sister, bouncing up and down on my pole, another sight that I wanted to commit to memory.

"You are a goddess, sis," I droned up at her. "My sister is a fucking goddess."

She giggled through the moans and yelps. "I hope I'm the goddess of fertility..."

After Theresa rode me for a few minutes, I gently pushed her off of me, and positioned her body with her butt facing me, and her looking towards the bedframe.

"Ooooh," she teased. "Do you wanna fuck your sister in doggy?"

"Fuck yes, Tee."

"Then come fuck me," she said seductively.

I pushed into her again, from behind. My cock apparently hit a special spot at this angle, because Theresa just about lost her mind.

"Oh FUCK!" She exclaimed. "HOLY SHIT BABE, HOLY SHIT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME!?"

"I wanna make you cum again, love," I breathed.

"Ohhhh my fuck keep fucking me like that and I will definitely cum all over that fucking cock," my sister yelled quickly.

I plowed my sister from behind, repeatedly, loving the sound of her cry out as I penetrated her dripping wet sex. I loved watching her butt bounce against my torso as I fucked her, and the tiny little hole that sometimes peaked out between her thick, smooth cheeks.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum! I'M GONNA...."

I thrust into my sister as hard as I could, and I felt her pussy clamp down hard on my cock. She soaked me with her cum, and let out a scream that could have been mistaken for a dying murder victim, if none of our poor neighbors hadn't guessed what was going on in this room yet.

Theresa was collapsed prone on the bed, breathing heavily, a visible layer of sweat coating her skin. I was sweaty too. I wasn't anticipating how much of a workout it would be, making love to my sweet little sister. But I was on the back end of my stamina reserves, and was getting fatigued.

Theresa, with great effort, flipped herself over, and spread her legs again. I lowered myself to meet her, slid my cock back into her pussy, and made love to her gently.

She wrapped her legs around me, pulling her impossibly close to me. My cock bottomed out inside of her, and she moaned in an uncharacteristically deep voice.

"Ohhhhh you're so deep. You're so deep. You're so deep in my pussy..."

I kissed her, and continued to thrust gently, savoring the wet, warm piece of heaven that my sister had gifted to me. She now wanted a gift of her own...

She broke the kiss. Still looking me in the eye, and less than an inch away from my face, she whispered sweetly, "Put a baby in me..."

"Ohhh love... I want to put my baby in you..."

"My brother's baby..."

"I wanna breed you."

"Breed your sister..."

The end was near.

"I'm so close..."

Theresa tightened her leg lock. "Cum inside me Davie... deep in my pussy... give me a baby..."

I started making love to Theresa harder, pushing myself across the finish line in dramatic fashion. My sister responded to the increased pressure.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck! OH FUCK! YES! FILL ME UP DAVIE! FILL ME UP WITH YOUR CUM!"

"Oh sis... oh FUCK. I'M CUMMING! OH GOD I'M CUMMING!"

"CUM IN ME! GIVE ME OUR BABYYYYYY!"

We screamed in unison again as my entire universe exploded. My vision went blurry, and bright colored dots peppered my eyes. My entire body tensed, as the wave of euphoria, officially unlike anything I've ever felt, ripped through me like a tidal wave, originating from my core, and spreading to the very tips of my fingers toes, and even to my damn hair follicles. The feeling was so intense, that I wasn't even conscious of the fact that I was essentially screaming in my sister's face. To be fair, she was also screaming in mine.

I felt my cock pulse violently, as I filled up my sister's pussy with my cum. Theresa's eyes fluttered as I held my cock deep inside of her, painting her insides white. She shook, whimpered with pleasure and satisfaction, as I collapsed on top of her, completely spent, and covered in sweat.

I was out of breath. Theresa was as well. I was about to break the silence, but Theresa beat me to the punch.

"I can... feel it... inside of me..." she said. "I feel.... you... it's you that I'm feeling..."

I kissed her sweaty cheek. "I hope it's our baby you're feeling."

"Don't worry love," she said. "They'll be along. I guarantee it..."

"Do you think it'll be Dawn, or Adam?" I asked.

Theresa smiled tiredly. "I don't know. Maybe both?"

I chuckled. "That would be crazy..."

"It would," she said, still smiling. "I do have... one last thing I want to do."

Again, with great effort, Theresa hoisted herself off her back, groaning cutely at the strain, and bent down to my waist, beginning to lick my cock up and down.

I chuckled at the sensory overload. "Tee, you are a nymph. I don't think I have any more in me right now. You dried me out, completely."

She giggled. "I just want to taste the aftermath... of us... our love..."

I grinned like an idiot as my sister licked her, and my, cum off of me. She planted a few loving kisses on my shaft, tip, and balls when she was done, and came back up to meet me. I took her in my arms, the sweat between us threatening to fuse us together, permanently.

"I haven't said it enough today," I said, "But I love you. More than anything in the world."

"I can never hear it enough, love," she replied. "But you have told me. And every time just makes me fall in love with you more."

"Well then, one more time, I love you." I kissed her forehead, and she smiled at me.

Just then, the phone on the nightstand rang. I picked it up. "Hello?"

A woman's voice came through the speaker. "Hello, is this David or Theresa Watson?"

"Yes, this is David."

"Hello Mr. Watson. Umm, I'm calling to let you know that we've received numerous complaints from other guests, they are reporting... err... loud noises coming from your room. I was calling to see if you needed any assistance or if you were experiencing an emergency of some kind, and to ask you to keep the noise level to a minimum, if neither is the case."

"Oh, I'm very sorry about that," I said. "We were watching a movie and didn't realize how loud the TV volume was. We'll keep it down, I promise."

"I hope so. Just for your information, it is five past midnight. Quiet hours are from 10PM to 7AM."

"Like I said, we'll keep it down."

"Thank you sir. Have a good night." She hung up.

Theresa was holding her hands over her face, trying not to burst out laughing. "Oh my god that is too funny! But I kinda feel bad. Do you think we woke anyone up?"

"Probably," I grinned. "But if anyone else complains, we'll just tell them we have a baby to make, and everyone else's sleep just isn't that important."

My sister cackled. "True! No time for napping, more time for baby making!"

We continued to make jokes about the decibel level of our lovemaking, when a realization hit me. "Oh my god Tee, wait. The clerk on the phone said it was five past midnight. It's officially your birthday!"

"YAY!' She exclaimed and then slapped a hand over her mouth, conscious of her volume. "yay," she whispered quietly. Returning to a normal speaking voice, she said, "You have given me the best birthday gift anyone could possibly give me."

"Our baby," I said.

"Love," she corrected. "You gave me you. You gave me your heart, you gave me your soul. You've given me your sweat, your saliva, your seed. And our baby will be the culmination of that union between us. Love, personified, because he or she will be us. One part me, and one part you. Love."

Genuinely moved by her words, I kissed her. "Thank you for giving me yourself, as well. I love everything about you, down to your last molecule. And I can't wait to meet our baby. I love you."

We laid in bed for a few more minutes. Begrudgingly, we had to get up and take a shower, because we were absolutely filthy. It's worth noting that we didn't clean up before we made love. So everything from the hike, lunch, dinner, the invisible grime from the day was still on our bodies while we were engaged in fiery passion, and the sex made things even worse (though I would say, better). We are not clean freaks by any means, but we had our limits. We had to get cleaned up.

Showering with Theresa was an incredibly sensual experience. I ran my hands over her naked body, and she did the same to mine. I shampooed her hair, soaped her back, and scrubbed her feet as well. When she washed me, she would plant a kiss on my cock head when she happened to be in close proximity.

We got out of the shower, changed the sheets on the bed, and climbed in, still naked.

"I'm going to get the best sleep of my life tonight," Theresa said.

"Same," I agreed. "Wake me up when September ends."

She laughed. "I didn't know the father of my child was Billie Joe Armstrong from Green Day!"

"If only," I said. "Guy is a millionaire."

She nuzzled her face into mine. "I'M richer than Mr. Armstrong right now. Because you're worth a gajillion dollars... US currency..."

I grinned at her joke. "I love you, Tee."

"I love you, Davie."

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I woke up first, which meant I had the honored privilege of waking up next to a naked, beautiful, blonde angel. She was snoozing peacefully, her light snoring music to my ears. I gently caressed her bare back with my finger, careful not to wake her.

I stealthily exited the bed, and slipped on some clothes. I opened the hotel room door, praying it didn't creak, and slipped out unnoticed. I went down to the first floor, and assembled my sister's favorite breakfast: Scrambled eggs, toast with butter, bacon, hash browns, and orange juice. And of course, coffee.

I snuck back into the hotel room, which was infinitely more difficult than sneaking out, due to the two containers of food, one orange juice, and two coffees I was carrying. Nevertheless, I managed to get back into the room without making too much noise, and I set the breakfast down on the living room table.

I then crept back into the bedroom, and walked over to my sister. Carefully, I pulled the sides of the blanket towards her, scooped her up in both arms, and lifted.

"Mmm, wh-, what, where, hmm?" Theresa mumbled dreamily.

"Happy birthday love," I said. "The birthday girl shouldn't have to walk anywhere to get her breakfast, so your squire is going to carry you."

"Oooooo" she coo'd. "Big strong squire... my hero..."

I plopped her down on the couch in front of her breakfast, still wrapped in the blanket. She beamed up at me as she looked down at her morning feast. "Sorry, no Steak n Eggs down there," I said.

"That's okay love, steak is a dinner food!" She eyed it excitedly. "This is perfect, thank you Davie. You're too good to me."

"No such thing," I said, and sat down next to her to eat.

After breakfast, my sister finally put some clothes on, and I already wanted to see her out of them again. But her bright blue sundress was really pretty, and I was looking forward to seeing it on her, shining in the sun outside.

We had everything packed, and were ready to begin the drive home. I had our bags at the door, and was just waiting on my sister to be ready. Eventually, she emerged from the bedroom.

"Ready to go?" I asked.

"Not yet!" Theresa said. "There's one more thing I want for breakfast."

She walked up to me, and got down on her knees. Smiling devilishly up at me, she unfastened my belt, unbuttoned me, pulled the zipper down, and pulled my pants and underwear down to my ankles. She took my cock in her mouth, and started sucking me.

"Fuck Tee... fuck... I love you... so damn much..."

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"The prefrontal cortex doesn't... doesn't..."

I was having trouble remembering my lines. Rehearsing speeches was not a fun pastime of mine. In fact, it's the single thing I dislike most about my profession. I love helping people. I hate public speaking. But, sometimes you have to do things you don't want, so here I was, still rehearsing for a speech I was supposed to give tomorrow morning.

But I was distracted.

David and Theresa, two friends of mine, and former cases, were acting strange. They were asking weird questions about pregnancy, incest, oral sex. It was too often of an occurrence for me to brush off and forget about.

But they're just curious, right? It doesn't have to mean anything more than that.

"The pre-frontal cortex doesn't... doesn't... doesn't fully develop in humans until sometime between the ages of 25-35, but the brain really doesn't stop changing until... until...."

I was distracted again.

"Oh for god's sake," I said to myself. "I'll just call them. This is ridiculous. Just talk to them, Jackie! They'll listen."

I opened the contacts app on my phone, scrolling until I found David. I hit the phone icon, and inserted my AirPods into my ears.

Ring.... ring.... ring...."Hello?"

"Hey David!"

"Hey Jackie!"

"What are you up to?"

"Theresa and I just got back from The Overbrook," he said. "For her birthday weekend."

"Is Theresa with you now?"

"No, she went to work, at the art studio."

"She has to work on her birthday!?"

"Yeah, she wasn't happy about it, which is why we decided to celebrate her birthday with a little weekend trip."

"How was it?"

"Really, really amazing," David said.

Something about the way he said it gave me pause, but I ignored it for now.

"Hey David, there's something I wanted to talk to you about."

"Sure, what's up?"

"I've been thinking more about Theresa's baby fever. Some of the things she's talked to me about, it's making me a little nervous. Is there something going on that I should know about?"

"What do you mean?" David asked.

"Like... is she okay? Is she getting even more obsessed with this idea? Like you said to me a few weeks ago, you don't want her to rush into anything."

"Oh yeah, she's fine. We actually had a long talk about that this weekend. Very long talk. And we understand each other a lot better now."

"That's... good?" I said. "But, what does that mean, exactly?"

"Just that we talked, and we're fully on the same page now."

"... The same page for what?"

"Her having a baby."

"... David... if something was going on... you'd tell me, right? You know I'd never judge you."

"I know that Jackie. And yes if something was going on with my sister, I would tell you. And... thanks. For looking out for us, as always."

"You're welcome, hun. Please, remember what I said, and know that you can reach out to me any time, and tell me anything. Okay?"

"Of course Jackie. Thank you again. I'll see you in a couple weeks."

I hung up the phone, and stood still in my kitchen for a few moments, contemplating the conversation with David.

He couldn't have been any clearer. Not even if he was screaming it from the top of Mt. Everest. I was right, and now I was panicking.

I picked up my phone again, and dialed Evelyn, my personal therapist.

"Jackie!" The voice on the other line said. "Everything okay?"

"Hi Evee. Yes. No. Well... it's complicated. Can I see you? Soon? I have something I need to discuss with you, and it really cannot wait."

"I have a 9:30AM open on Tuesday. Does that work for you?"

"Yes, that's perfect," I said. "Thank you for seeing me on such short notice."

"Of course," Evee said. "Do you want to tell me a little about what's going on? Maybe I can help a little bit over the phone, for now."

"I have these two... friends. They are former cases of mine.... and... they're in danger."

"Danger from what?"

"From themselves."

Thank you for reading. Part 3 may take a little longer, as I'm still considering where the narrative goes from here. But a conclusion will be coming, as soon as it's ready.