Theresa Wants A Baby - Pt. 03

Author's Note: Thank you for reading this story. This subject was new territory for me, and exploring it for the first time was a lot of fun. Hopefully you as the reader got some enjoyment out of it as well.

The final chapter is a long one. It didn't feel right to split it again, so I'm using some extra words to wrap this story up properly.

All characters who are involved in sexual situations are 18 or older. Any resemblance to real life people or events is entirely coincidental.

"Give me a baby..."

Her flesh was soft, and warm. The now familiar feel of it softened the tension in my soul, stress and worries melted away.

"I want a baby..."

The sight of her. A perfect, angelic, golden-haired goddess of fertility and life. Her lips, full and red, parted slightly in quiet exuberance. Her small shoulders giving way to large, round, perky breasts, filled with rich, nurturing milk. Her slightly chubby belly, above wide, child-bearing hips, and stout, thick thighs giving way to proportional ankles, and dainty adorable feet.

Her entire body was accented by a thin layer of glistening sweat. Her perfect blonde hair was beginning to become saturated with salt water, and stuck to her porcelain skin.

"Put a baby in me..."

She was sitting on top of my lap, swaying her hips to a silent symphony, closing her eyes as she basked in the pleasure she was receiving from my member. Her sex was warm, like a cozy fire on a frigid winter night, like coming home after a long journey through a frozen tundra.

"I want your baby..."

The tide was rising in my soul. I was about to give this goddess my seed.

"I want you to breed me..."

She swayed faster, sending my senses into overdrive. I was going to erupt.

"Breed me..."

The now all-familiar crescendo rose quickly, taking me to my apex before I became conscious of it. I arched my back, lifting the goddess up with my hips, and she bent backwards, savoring the feeling of ecstasy as I pushed into her sex as far and as hard as I could.

"Fill me up with your love!" The goddess cried out.

Every neuron in my body fired at once as I squirt my seed deep into the goddesses' soul. Her eyes fluttered as I filled her up, a silent cry painted her face.

I gently let the goddess back down to Earth with my descending hips. My eyes were drawn to our point of union, two sex organs, two puzzle pieces fitting together perfectly, a beautiful mess of white and clear fluids covering the entire scene.

Life. The union of two souls, coming together to create a new one. Messy, and indescribably beautiful at the same time.

My sister sighed with spiritual satisfaction, and collapsed on top of me, our sweat threatening to permanently fuse us together. "I love you, Davie. I can't wait to meet our baby."

"I love you more than anything, Tee," I said. "And I love our baby just as much."

Morning came quickly.

I woke before Theresa. That was normal. She was not a morning person, but she was completely adorable with restrained feral rage when you tried to get her out of bed before she was ready, so I liked to mess with her from time to time. Today, I let her sleep, and snuck out of bed.

I took a second to admire the naked, beautiful blonde who was half-covered by the white comforter. I smiled, and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

It had been two weeks since Theresa's birthday. Two weeks since we made love for the first time. We have been having sex every day since. My sister wants to have a baby. She wants to have a baby with me, her brother. It was something that took me a while to come to terms with, to accept. But I eventually did.

I know it's not normal... to reproduce with your siblings...

But we're not normal. Far from it. And instead of pretending we are, we decided to embrace our unique feelings, our unique love, and start a family.

And I would be lying if I said I wasn't completely obsessed with filling my sister with cum every single night.

The shower curtain opened, and I was greeted with the sight of my angelic, naked sister, blue eyes gazing upon my body lovingly.

"Morning love!" she beamed. "Mind if I join ya?"

"Not at all love!" I said. Theresa climbed in the shower and wrapped her arms around me, devouring my mouth with her own.

She was hungry. My sister is nothing if not predictable. She wears her heart on her sleeve at all times.

"You want my milk, love?" I whispered.

"Mmmm... so badly baby..." she whispered back. "I wanna feel your seed in my belly..."

Theresa slowly descended to her knees, and started sucking my cock. My sister believed that swallowing my semen would increase her fertility, as well as the baby's overall health. Whether or not this belief was based on any kind of factual information was a different conversation. It's something my sister chose to believe. It was something I was starting to choose as well.

She moaned with satisfaction as she pleasured me, looking up at me with adoring eyes as she tasted and massaged my love rod. If the incredible feeling of my sister's mouth on me wasn't reason enough to feed her my juices, the sight of her on her knees, skin shiny and wet with water from the shower head made a hell of a convincing case.

Within a few minutes, my nerve endings were set on fire, and I was pumping my seed into my sister's longing mouth. She swallowed every last drop enthusiastically, then cleaned up my tip with her tongue and lips. She smiled up at me, gave my shaft a sweet loving kiss, then stood up so she could do the same to my lips. "Thank you Davie, as always."

"One of these days," I began to reply, "I'm going to make you understand that you do not need to thank me after you do that to me."

"But I do!" Theresa said. "You know I love drinking you..."

"Yeah but you have no idea how good it feels," I said. "Like heaven itself..."

She smiled. "Sounds like how I feel when you're tasting my pussy."

"Yeah, but I don't thank you afterwards," I said, then followed up with, "... but maybe I should start."

"You should!" My sister grinned. "I can tell you love how I taste."

"I really do..." I whispered. "Kinda want to taste you right now, to be honest..."

"Mmmmm," Theresa coo'd, "I'd love that, but I'm gonna be late for work, and YOU are going to be late for class, my love."

Begrudgingly, I followed my sister out of the shower, and got dried off. I then engaged in one of my favorite pastimes, which was watching my sister get ready for the day. First, was watching her stand naked in the bedroom, think way too hard about which set of bra and panties she wanted to wear for the day. Then I would watch her slip them on, her beautiful curves being obscured and wrapped up in thin, sometimes colorful fabric.

Theresa would occasionally look back at me watching her, blush furiously, and giggle.

Once she was dressed, I got to watch her do mundane things like apply deodorant, brush her teeth, do her hair, etc. These were the things I loved watching her do every morning. The boring, unexciting routine that nobody else would be interested in, was something I never wanted to miss. This mundane, but intimate and vulnerable side to my sister was one nobody got to see but me.

That made it special. It made me feel loved.

I thought about other mundane things I would get to watch her do, eventually. Such as carry our baby around the house, one hand supporting them, one hand holding a bottle. My sister, topless, holding our baby to her nipple, using her milk to nourish them. Changing their clothes, giving them a bath, singing them a lullaby, posing for pictures for the family photo album.

I really wanted to be a dad.

I really wanted to give Theresa a baby.

My baby.

Our baby.

We had been trying. For two weeks, we have had sex at least once a day, usually at night. It felt more special and spiritual at night, like we were partaking in some kind of magical ritual, with the purpose of creating life. Candles, music, and mood lighting were common accompaniments to our love-making. During the day, Theresa would give me oral sex at least once, as she wanted to drink my cum daily. Most of the time, I would reciprocate and lick her pussy until she came. I did this mostly because I wanted to, but of course I'm going to return the favor after my sister makes me feel the way she does.

On the first day of our new routine, not even 48 hours after the first time Theresa and I had sex, we were sitting in our apartment's kitchen, and it was time to talk about things. We had a lot to discuss.

"The first thing I want to ask," I started, "Just as a formality at this point... but... the incest part of this... of us... it doesn't bother you, does it?"

"No," Theresa said. "The first time I was told that siblings shouldn't be romantically involved with each other, I didn't really understand why. After a lot of time to think about it, I understand the argument against it, I just don't think I agree."

"What do you disagree with specifically?" I asked.

Theresa shrugged. "Just most of it, really. The idea that siblings can't develop feelings organically. That someone is always being manipulated into it, or groomed. I'm crazily in love with you, Davie, and no one twisted my arm into feeling that way."

I smiled and took her hand. "I'd say I'm in love with you, but that might be underselling it. I may be obsessed!" My sister giggled. "I feel the same way, but I think it was little different for me, because I did believe everything I was told about incestuous relationships. But it's different for us, somehow."

"I think we're just unique," my sister said. "We didn't have a normal childhood. Far from it. If we did, we probably wouldn't feel this way about each other."

"You're right," I agreed. "And... if you would have asked me a few weeks ago, I would have said we need to talk to a therapist, unpack these feelings, and fix the root of our issues."

"And now?" Theresa asked.

"Now I don't want to fix anything, because nothing feels broken. Other people would tell us there's something wrong with us, and maybe they'd be right. But maybe walking through life broken isn't the worst thing in the world. Maybe being lost, being alone, not feeling love... maybe those things are worse."

Theresa squeezed my hand and smiled. "I love you Davie."

"I love you, Tee."

"I need to ask you this question... for my own peace of mind. Do you actually want to have a baby with me? Or is this simply a sexual gratification thing for you?"

"Tee... of course I want to have a baby with you. Did you honestly think I only cared about the sex?"

"No! No. Of course not. I just... needed to hear you say it. I get scared sometimes... like people who actually love me aren't real... or people who say they love me are lying... I'm sorry Davie..."

I took her in my arms. "You've been hurt by too many people too many times," I said softly. "You have nothing to be sorry for. But please hear me when I say this. I love you more than my own life, and I all I've been thinking about for the past three or four days is our hypothetical child. I can't think of anything else."

Theresa grinned. "We're going to be such amazing parents!" She exclaimed. "I'm so happy, and so in love."

"Me too," I said. "Which makes me very sorry to say we need to talk about a pretty massive problem."

"Birthing complications," Theresa said, understanding and agreeing. "From incestuous breeding."

"Love, we can't bring a child into this world knowing it might suffer, because of us..."

"So we won't," my sister replied. "I've already got checked out, and our risk is low."

"Wait," I said, "Checked out? How?"

"Well," she started, "I talked to Jackie a few weeks ago. I wanted to know what the risks were, in general, and how to figure out what your individual risk would be. So I followed her advice, and got some tests done. Basically the findings I was looking for were, if I had a brother, same parents, and we had a child, what would the main risk factors be and what were the chances?

"Long story short," she continued, "My risk factors are almost the same as two people breeding who are not blood related at all."

"Are you absolutely sure that this was the actual, objective conclusion of the tests," I began to ask, "and that this isn't some twisted interpretation derived from hyperfocusing on certain anomalies?"

"Mmmm I love it when you talk all nerdy!" My sister grinned at me. "Yes lovey, I am sure. If you want, I can take you through the entire process again, just so you can be privy to all of it."

"I trust you, honey," I said. "I just needed to ask, and to hear you say it. I... don't want to be selfish about this."

Theresa kissed me lightly on the cheek. "Which tells me you're going to be the greatest dad ever."

Flash forward to present day. It's been about a month since Theresa and I made love for the first time, and about five minutes since the last time my sister drank my milk in the shower, and got dressed. At present, she was sitting on the toilet in the bathroom, her jeans and pink panties around her ankles. She was peeing on a mostly white stick, accented with dark blue.

The small digital readout of the pregnancy test displayed a very clear message: 'Not pregnant'

I smiled at her. "Just have to keep trying I suppose."

She smiled back at me and sighed. "Such a hard thing, making babies. Very demanding daily labor."

"Not gonna lie, I'd do it for free," I said.

"Mmmm, I can't tell you how happy it makes me to hear my brother is willing to fuck me for free, every night..."

"Well, you do let me water your beautiful garden..."

Theresa shuddered. "Hooooly shit love you can't say things like that to me... you will spend the entire day trying to pull your cock out of my pussy... and you will not succeed. Okay I'm pulling my pants up before I lose all control." She stood up, wiped herself with a wad of toilet paper, then wiggled her hips as she pulled her skin-tight jeans up to her waist, and buttoned them up.

"How many babies?" I asked.

"Hmm?" Theresa grunted absently.

"How many babies do you wanna have?"

She walked into the kitchen and beckoned me to follow. She was running late, so I followed her around as she continued to get ready. "You know... I've just been so obsessed with getting pregnant that I didn't even think about that. There's... um... a lot to unpack there, I think. Like, how much it'll cost to have a bunch. Is it better for our baby to have a brother or sister or be an only child? Would we have to worry about our children following in our footsteps? Do we even tell them about us? Ahh! So much to think about!"

"Well for now, I just want to put one baby in your belly," I said.

"I love that plan!" Theresa exclaimed. She was standing by the toaster, which was behind my position at the kitchen table. She put her hands on my chest, and kissed my forehead when I arched it back. "You just keep watering my garden every night and we'll figure out how many munchkins I wanna grow at a later date."

She put a piece of toast in her mouth, tried to kiss me, forgetting about the toast that was preventing us from locking lips. Then she giggled, which caused her to drop the toast, frown, then kiss me, grab another piece, then walk out the door. "Love you!" She yelled through the cracks as the door shut.

The rest of the day was my standard affair. Online class, some assignment work, then it was time for my part time job. Currently, it was at a book store. Essentially, my job was to walk around the store, clean, and fix books on the shelves. If any of them were out of alignment, in the wrong spot, or just something needed general cleaning, that would fall under my job responsibilities.

It was only a four hour shift, as there was never THAT much cleaning that needed to be done, but it was always a four hour period where I could unwind, listen to music or audiobooks, or reflect on things going on in my life.

It seemed like all I could ever do was reflect on the ever-evolving romantic and sexual relationship with my sister, so I started using work time to just shut my brain off. It's a very nice mental escape that allows me to stay sane and grounded.

I was not going to get the respite at work tonight. 45 minutes in, I got a visitor while I was working. It was Jackie. The last time I talked to her was on Theresa's birthday, and I got a weird feeling from that conversation. Seeing Jackie's face when she saw me brought that feeling back, and did nothing to soothe my fears.

"Jackie, hey! What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Hey hun! I was in the area. I was wondering if we could talk."

"Well, I just started 45 minutes ago, but if you're still around at 7, I get a 30 minute break."

"Sounds good to me! I'll read a book while you work."

Jackie sat in the same spot for roughly an hour and fifteen minutes. She definitely did not 'happen to be in the area,' and she wanted a conversation. It wasn't difficult to guess what that conversation was going to be about.

Not wanting to delay this any further than necessary, I asked Bob (my boss and owner of the shop) if I could go on break 15 minutes early. Bob is cool like that, so he agreed. Jackie and I went out of the front entrance, and sat at one of the tables outside the shop.

"I know we couldn't meet this month," Jackie said. "Sorry about that, lot going on right now. But I still wanted to see you."

"Always glad to see you, Jackie," I said. "I have to ask though, you coming to my work, you knew Theresa wouldn't be with me. Was that intentional? Or just a coincidence?"

Jackie's eyes broke from mine for a brief moment. "It was intentional," she said. "But, that doesn't mean I'm avoiding her. I want to talk to her too, just... after I talk to you first."

"What do you want to talk to me about?"

"I think you know."

I was afraid of this. Both my sister and I have had conversations with Jackie, separately, about Theresa's epiphany regarding having babies. The thing is, I didn't know Theresa was also talking to Jackie at the time. So, as we both talked with Jackie separately over the past few months, she was able to assemble more pieces of the puzzle that either Theresa or myself were aware of.

Still, I only had one option for responding, which was 'deflect and deny.' "Theresa wanting a baby? Yeah, what about it?"

"Who's the father, David?"

"Uhh, there is no father. She's not pregnant."

"Who is she TRYING to get pregnant with?"

"Nobody, as far as I know."

I should not have added, 'as far as I know.' Jackie knows that if Theresa was sexually active with a boyfriend, I would know the guy's name, address, phone number, social security number, and what he's had for breakfast every day for the past seven weeks. There was no scenario in which Theresa would have a crush, let alone a sexual relationship with someone without me knowing about it, and Jackie knew that.

"David... do I need to just come out and ask? Are you really going to make me?"

"Ask what?"

She sighed. "Are you and Theresa having sex?"

"What!? No, of course not!" I paused deliberately. "But... I guess I can understand why you might think that. I've been probably more invested in this than I should have been, and probably came off as a bit overeager. I kinda got hit with that realization a little while ago. The truth is, I'm just worried about my sister, but also want her to find purpose and happiness in her life."

Jackie looked a little reassured, but not overly so. I had slowed her doubts, it seemed, but they were far from gone. "Okay," she said. "I'm sorry if that sounded like a crazy accusation. But David, I want you to know that if something like that were to happen, or if your sister tried to get you to do that kind of stuff with her, I am a safe person to come to with that information."

Here's the thing. Jackie was not lying just then. She would be a safe person to come to. She would make sure Theresa and I both got the help we needed. She would be with us every step of the way. If getting helped involved going away for a while, she would make sure any pets are fed and bills are paid. Like a true friend, she would keep her word and be there for my sister and I.

But that was, of course, predicated on the idea that Theresa and I wanted help. We didn't. We just wanted each other. And Jackie wouldn't be accepting. Not of that.

Not of us.

So I did the only thing I could do. Deflect and deny.

"Thanks Jackie," I said. Smiling, I added, "If my sister ever tries to steal my sperm in the middle of the night, you'd be the first person I'd call."

It was difficult to think of anything other than my conversation with Jackie as I entered my apartment. It's very clear that she knew about Theresa and I, but she couldn't prove it. Not that it mattered in the legal sense. My sister and I are adults, and the worst the state could do to us is not let us get married, and maybe take away children if it's deemed their well-being was in question.

But Jackie was a friend. My first real one outside of my sister. And I didn't want to lose her. But if she knew, she would never accept the two of them together.

At some point, I would need to let go of Jackie, and say goodbye. I just wasn't ready for that day to come yet. I likely never would be.

I temporarily forgot my sorrow as I opened the door to Theresa and I's bedroom.

She was on the bed, wide awake and waiting for me. She had a vivid red lace outfit on that left extremely little to the imagination. The extremely thin and skimpy lace traced her curves, barely covering her sex, obscuring her nipples but almost none of the curve of her breasts. She was wearing dark eye shadow, and hints of glitter sparkled on her face.

"I want you to put a baby in me..." my sister said sweetly.

The next few months were mostly normal, other than my sister and I trying hard and often to make a baby. Every night, I would breed my sister, fill her up with cum, and make her feel like the most loved woman in the world, because that's exactly what she was.

Still, no baby. Every Friday, Theresa would take a pregnancy test, and every Friday, the two of us would be together in the bathroom while she peed on the plastic stick. The first time she did it, I asked her if she wanted privacy, and she gave me a bewildered look, as if I just asked the silliest question in the history of questions.

"You are going to see a whole-ass baby coming out of my vagina at some point, you think I'm worried about you seeing me pee?"

"Point taken, love," I said.

"That reminds me... next time you pee... can I... hold it? For science...."

Today was no different, with the words 'Not pregnant' mocking us from its cold hard digital display. Theresa made a face. "Boo! Well, that's okay, just needs we need to make babies more!"

"Tee, are you at all worried that one of us can't do this? As in, physically can't reproduce?"

"No Davie, I told you, I'm meant to be a mom, and you are meant to be the father of my child. So as you can see, it's not possible for either of us to be infertile."

"I hear what you're saying love, but..."

"There's no scientific proof to anything I'm saying."

"I wasn't gonna say it like that, but... yeah."

She suddenly smiled widely. "Then I'll just have to make octuplets next time you give me your baby batter! Show you what all that fancy science is worth 'round these parts!"

"Oh my god," I laughed. "Could you imagine? Eight little blonde me's and you's running amok?"

"Mmmm," my sister sighed dreamily, pulling up her underwear and jeans. "Probably too much, but still the cutest image that's ever crossed my brain."

"I really admire how optimistic you are," I said.

"And I'm glad you keep me grounded," my sister replied. "I need that unapologetic pragmatism from you, just like you need the unapologetic optimism from me!"

20 minutes later, we were pulling into the local mall. It was a large mall with a full food court, and pretty much every essential 'mall' store you can think of, such as Spencer's, Hot Topic, that one weird store that sells exotic knives for some reason, the Apple Store, and pretty much every major clothing brand as well.

It was Christmas season, which meant the mall was busier than usual. According to Jackie, malls used to be much busier, many years ago. Before Amazon became a thing, ordering stuff online and getting it delivered wasn't really common, so people actually had to go out for everything, sometimes driving multiple hours to make a purchase.

Despite my unique childhood, I was used to getting everything delivered at this point, and struggled to picture a world without Amazon delivering things, sometimes even the same day as ordered. That wasn't the only mind-blowing thing I learned either. Apparently, back in the day, if you wanted to watch a movie, you had to get in your car, drive to a store, borrow the movie for a small fee, then return it the next day. That was insane to me. Imagine how much time you had to spend even choosing a movie to watch!

Speaking of Jackie, we were meeting her at the mall today. She wanted to get some gifts for her family members, and asked us if we wanted to tag along. We agreed for three reasons. First, Jackie is our friend and we genuinely like spending time with her. Two, Theresa really likes the Christmas aesthetic. It was probably the single thing that filled her heart with the most whimsy and wonderful after escaping the cult. And three, it was good for Jackie to see Theresa and I acting like a normal pair of siblings. The more she saw us being 'normal,' the less she would be concerned about us possibly (definitely) having sex with each other.

Theresa, as usual, freaked out and started flailing her arms running up to Jackie. Jackie returned the enthusiasm, and the two ladies embraced with warm admiration. After catching up briefly, we started doing some shopping. Jackie was mostly buying clothes, but she bought a vinyl for her brother. 'Periphery,' I believe the band was called. Theresa was looking at anything artsy that she could find, including posters, paintings, and sculptures.

She was also looking at baby stuff, but made no outward sign that she was doing so. I only knew because I know her better than I know myself at this point.

I spent most of my shopping trip looking at books and Blu-rays. So all three of us were acting like our typical selves on this shopping trip. Eventually, we settled into the food court and had lunch. We are all fans of those massive pieces of pizza, so we each had our own. Theresa had two.

"So Theresa!" Jackie started, "There's this really cute guy who joined my yoga class. He's tall, handsome, in really good shape, really pretty eyes too! The owner's kid was there last week, and the cute guy was really good with him... the kid I mean."

This was not the first time in the last few months that Jackie has tried to hook my sister up with a random guy. If I were being completely honest, it bothered me. Not because I was jealous, or worried that Theresa would ever choose another man over me, but because I knew Jackie was only doing this because she was worried that my sister and I were having sex.

Which, of course, she was completely correct about. And in literally every other possible scenario, she would be right to want to protect my sister. But not this one. She didn't need protecting. Neither of us did. I just wanted Jackie to see that, but I knew she couldn't.

She likely never would.

"Ahhh, sounds hot!" Theresa said, smiling. "Not really looking to date right now, though. Too busy with school!"

"Don't you still have a hopeless, terminal case of baby fever? It's kinda hard to have one of those if you're not dating anyone."

"True! But after doing a ton of window shopping, I don't think any of these boys are ready to make me a mommy. I mean to say... none of them are ready to be a daddy. So, I think I'm just gonna focus on me and my career for a while, and I'll be a mommy in my dreams for now!"

"You're gonna be the best mom of all time, with that enthusiasm," Jackie said.

The conversation pivoted to other topics, mainly school and work. In the middle of mundanely talking about the contents of my lunch yesterday, I felt my sister's urgent hand on my knee.

I looked towards what she wanted me to see, which was a baby stroller carrying two identical looking infants. They both were dressed in red & green elf costumes, complete with the jester-like hats with tiny bells on the end.

My sister began furiously pelting the screen of her phone with her thumbs. I pulled out my phone in anticipation of the inevitable text message, which I received a split second after I brought my phone to reading position.

"OMG BABY DO YOU SEE!? DO YOU SEE!?"

"Lol I see Tee, they're very cute."

"They're completely adooooorbz I wanna dieeeeeeeee."

"Did you see their little feet, with the little elf shoes?"

"Nooooo stop love I'm gonna melt into a puddle right here in the food court."

"I'm gonna put a baby in you when we get home."

"Or you could put a baby in me RIGHT NOW!!"

Theresa waited for the briefest of lulls in the conversation, and said, "Jackie sorry but I reeeeally gotta use the restroom, can we pick this up in a few minutes?"

"Oh, sure hun! See you in a few."

Theresa walked away calmly. I turned my attention to Jackie. "She was having stomach issues earlier."

"Aww," Jackie groaned sympathetically. "Hopefully she feels better."

My phone vibrated. I looked at the notification. "Come give me a baby!" The text said.

"Where are you, love?"

"Family Restroom ????. Seemed appropriate."

"You really want to do this?"

"Stop asking questions and come fuck me!"

"Jeez okay lady if you insist!"

"Less talk, more cum in my pussy!"

"Ahem," I cleared my throat and stood up. "Apparently she needs some 'moral support,' whatever that means. Do you want us to meet up with you in a bit?"

"Actually," Jackie began, "I was just about done here. I was going to walk around with you guys for a little while longer, but if Theresa's going to be a while, I might as well head out. But tell her I said bye and give her a hug from me!"

I hugged Jackie. "Will do! We'll see you soon."

I stood in front of the door to the family restroom, carefully making sure I was alone, and nobody would see me walk in.

The coast was clear. I opened the door in front of me. Two dainty hands aggressively grabbed the collar of my shirt, pulled me inside, and slammed the door shut.

Before I could gain awareness of my surroundings, a pair of pale pink panties hit me in the face. I caught them and threw them aside, taking in the sight of my sister, naked from the waist down, a tuft of lightly colored hair surrounding her sex. She had grown it out over the last few months, as she thought it was more womanly, and more befitting of a mother.

It was hot as hell, whatever the reason.

I pushed my sister up against the wall, which made her gasp. I kissed her, then dropped to my knees and spread her legs apart. I slids my tongue between her pussy lips, then inserted it into her cove.

"Ohhhh fuuuuuuck meeeeeee," my sister whispered. "I love the way you lick my little pussy..."

"Will you cum on my tongue, mommy?"

"BRO ohmyfuckinggod" she yelped, then whispered. "You're gonna make me cum like a fire hydrant if you keep talking to me like that."

I stood up, and dropped my pants and boxer briefs. "I'd love to cum in your pussy, mommy."

Theresa shuddered, and began sensually stroking my cock. "I want you to fill my kitty..."

"And give you a baby..."

"Mmmm fuck! I need you to breed me. Right now."

Theresa bent over, showing her perfect ass to me. I positioned myself behind her, and began fucking her, slowly at first, but then harder, and faster with the casual passage of time.

My sister had her hand loosely positioned on my side, as if trying to keep me quiet. We were, after all, having sex in public, which was a misdemeanor the last time I checked.

Regardless, my sister and I needed to make babies, so I'm sure law enforcement would understand. I slammed my cock into my sister's dripping wet pussy, and felt my orgasm start to build.

I didn't even need to tell Theresa. We had sex so many times by this point, that we could tell when we were close to orgasm by body language alone. Theresa looked back at me longingly, as if challenging, or begging me to cum inside of her. Her pussy clamped down tighter as I felt my nerve endings start to tremor.

I bit down on my jacket sleeve as the euphoria set my body on fire, and I filled my sister's garden of life with my seed. Theresa shook, clamped down on my cock even tighter, and made herself cum, using my pole as a toy for her pleasure. When I pulled out of her sex, my milk had already began dripping out of her, and seeping down her inner thighs.

Theresa pulled her pants and panties back up, scooping a little bit of my cum from her inner thighs, and sucking it off her finger with a smile. Then, she took my cock in her mouth, and throated it to the hilt a few times, cleaning me up.

"You're so damn yummy!" My sister said.

"Ugh," I grunted in primal satisfaction. "Ready for round two, by chance?"

Theresa giggled. "Tonight, for sure baby. But my pussy needs a few hours to recover, for now."

*************************************

It was Christmas Eve, a Friday.

The apartment was fully decorated to the best of our ability, as well as the best our budget would allow. The front door to the apartment had a Christmas wreath, a simple green thing with a red bow, light ribbons weaving a pattern the entire way around.

The hallway had strings of multi-colored lights, which branched off to more strings of lights in each room of the apartment. Across surfaces such as tables, mantles, desks, and stands, sat various statues and figures, such as nutcrackers, sleighs, bells, Santa hats, etc. Our home was as festive as we could make it, and the frigid winter air outside added the finishing touch of a layer of frost on the glass of the windows.

Tonight - this most memorable of nights, started off with an extremely rare occurrence: An argument between my sister and I.

"Ahhh, so damn cozy," she smiled. "Let's just stay up here all winter."

"Seconded, honey bear," I said. "We'll live off candy canes and hot chocolate."

"And milk! For the baby."

"If the baby ever arrives, anyway."

Theresa sighed. "I wish you wouldn't do that."

"Do what?"

"Be pessimistic like that."

"I thought you liked it. That you needed my 'unapologetic pragmatism.'"

Theresa turned to me, no humor in her eyes. "Well maybe I'm getting sick of it, Davie. Maybe I want to hear something different from my husband other than 'Oh it's not working better be pragmatic and remind my wife about how she's not pregnant at every opportunity." She quickly added, "And yes I know that you're not my husband but I see you as him and I see myself as your wife, so best get used to hearing it!"

"You know I love you Tee," I said, "But I'm just not at the same place as you when it comes to believing some of... what you do... it's why I lean on you for that."

"Have you ever considered that I don't want to be the person who gets leaned on all the time? That maybe I need a break from that every once in a while? That I need my brother and my lover to reassure me that we're meant to be together? Did you ever think of that, once!?" Theresa's tone had sharpened, and the volume of her voice increased.

"You always just seemed so sure..." I said.

"And I am. But it would be NICE... if every once in a while, someone else would be as sure as I am."

"I am sure, Tee."

"Well sometimes it doesn't sound like it."

"God Theresa... it's not like I'm sabotaging my own sperm. I want you to be pregnant!"

"I know you do! But you're not hearing me! Davie, sometimes I get tired. I get sad. I start feeling like I have no idea what I'm doing, or how to do anything. I know you feel that way too. When you do, I try to put on a smile for you. Because I want to be that shining light in the darkness for you. The port in the storm that's there for you no matter what.

"Sometimes I need that too. And sometimes you are there for me... but others... you just spout that same cold logic, and I feel so unbelievably alone. It hurts, so much... when that happens... It feels like you died, in that moment, and I can't begin to tell you how painful it is to lose you like that... even if it only happens in my mind..."

I moved to put my arms around her. "I'm so sorry Tee... I didn't know..."

She stepped back from my embrace. "I know you didn't. And that's part of the problem. I just wanna be alone for a bit, Davie. Okay?"

"Tee, again... I'm really sorry. I should have been more aware. I should have checked in."

"That's a good first step love," she said. "Davie, this isn't me breaking up with you or anything. I just, need some time alone. Please."

"... Okay love," I said. "Take as much time as you need."

Theresa went into the bathroom and shut the door. I sat on the couch, watching the 24 hour marathon of A Christmas Story that plays every Christmas Eve into Christmas. Though I was unaware of this movie's existence before three years ago, I feel like I've already seen it more times than any mortal being was meant to.

I was also a little irritated at my sister. I completely understood her feelings. I understood her being tired of my pragmatism, or pessimism, whatever you want to call it. But at the same time, I'm not a mind-reader. If something needs to change, I need to know. I can't be expected to just intuitively know what to change and when. And a communication breakdown like this can't exist if we ever become parents. We would need to be on the same page, always.

I was lightly pacing, rehearsing the conversation I would have with my sister when she got out of the bathroom. I was nervous and didn't want to upset her further, but I couldn't say nothing either.

Eventually, the bedroom door opened, and my sister stepped out. She was not wearing pants, and in fact had on nothing but Santa-themed bikini panties, and a beige tank top. She was holding a pregnancy test, and I realized that I had forgotten that today was Friday, the day she always took one.

Theresa didn't say anything, or look at me. Her eyes were glued to the floor, or her feet. I called out to her. "Are you okay, love?"

She looked up at me, as if broken from a trance. She smiled nervously, and looked at me with eyes showing their initial signs of mist.

Then she said it. The words I've been waiting to hear ever since my sister's 19th birthday. "Davie... I'm... I'm pregnant!"

"What?"

"I'm... pregnant!"

"... What?"

"I'm pregnant!"

"... What?"

"DAVIE!!"

"Sorry, sorry! Holy... Tee I'm sorry I just... I just want to listen to you say that over and over...."

Theresa giggled with more whimsy and elation than I've ever heard from her before. "Davie, I'm having a baby! We're having a baby!"

Unfortunately, my sister passed on from this life a mere three seconds later, as I squeezed her so tightly that her bones snapped in 700 different places. Ah, young Theresa. Hardly knew her.

In all actuality, I was clinging onto my sister for dear life, bawling into the top of her head, as she did the same with my chest.

"You gave me a baby," my sister sobbed. "Our baby... our baby..."

"I love you so much," I wept. "And I love our child."

When I tell my child the heartwarming story of how we discovered their mother was pregnant with them, I will be leaving out the part that came after, which was my sister and I tearing each other's clothes off, and us making each other cum with our mouths and tongues. Theresa really wanted to swallow my cum, thinking that the she could pass on the nourishment she got from it to our baby. As for me, I just really wanted to taste my sister's pussy - the succulant gateway to my sister's soul, and make her feel good.

I roared with pleasure as I unloaded spurt after spurt of thick creamy milk into my sister's mouth. She sucked on me gratefully, not breaking eye contact as she gulped repeatedly, swallowing every drop. She licked my shaft and tip repeatedly, until she was satisfied that I was nice and clean. She settled into my arms and sighed.

"Somehow, you taste even better," my sister started, "now that your baby is inside of me."

"It still doesn't feel real," I said. "... our baby..."

"Our baby..." my sister smiled warmly. "Our baby..."

I just then became conscious of the fact that I was lightly rubbing my sister's slightly chubby belly. "Sorry love," I said.

"Mmmmm please never stop doing that," Theresa beamed. "They're your baby too, and they want comfort from their daddy."

'Daddy.' It was the first time Theresa had called me that, and something woke up in my soul. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't sexual, but it was more than that, too. It was like a new identity, or newly discovered purpose. All of these profound feelings from hearing a word that most people use in a very unserious context.

"Do they feel like a girl, or a boy?" I asked.

"Hmm, I don't know. We'll find out at the doctor's, I suppose."

"Tee, what's the doctor going to say when they find out about us? And what about Jackie? We can't keep this from her."

As I looked into my sister's eyes, I realized that I was doing the thing again. The pragmatic, pessimistic outlook of someone expecting the worst, rather than a loving father and husband who just feels excitement and happiness.

"Sorry love," I said. "Problems for another time. Right now, I just wanna hold you until the sun comes up, if you'll let me."

Theresa smiled widely at me. "I'd love that, baby. Come here and hold your little family in your arms." She closed her eyes and nuzzled her face against my arm. "You've given me the best Christmas gift ever."

"And in nine months, you're gonna give me mine," I said.

"And mine," she amended. "Ours."

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Needless to say, the following days were full of joy, excitement, and way too much consumer spending.

The one thing that kept us (mainly Theresa) from just up and buying everything that she considered 'cute' (literally everything) was the fact that we did not know if we were having a boy or a girl. Surely, the floodgates would open after the gender reveal, never to be closed again.

Until then, there was a lot of "Oooo look at this!" Every few seconds in the apartment, followed promptly by the shoving of a phone screen into my or my sister's face. It was the reaction to literally every single product that was made for babies. I believe we also browsed the entire website of Etsy. com, multiple times.

So far, we had purchased a crib, some diapers, a bunch of picture books, the most gender neutral adorable clothes we could find, and some general supplies that the internet said we would need. Simply receiving and unboxing these items made the entire situation seem more real, which increased the feeling of panic. But it was a good panic, the kind of panic that kept Theresa and I feeling awake and alive.

Today, I was just getting home from work, and didn't see Theresa in the living room or kitchen. I opened the bedroom door, and was greeted by my sister, lying seductively on the bed, naked as the day she was born. "Come put a baby in me," She said with a wry smile.

I laughed. "Do you have amnesia, by chance? Do you smell burnt toast?"

"Shush!" Theresa giggled. "Just because you put a baby in my belly doesn't mean I don't want my husband to take me to bed every night."

I let my hand glide down my sister's impossibly smooth body. "I'd love nothing more than to take my wife to bed whenever she wants..."

Theresa cupped my hand against her breast. "And I want my brother to fuck me whenever he wants..."

"Do you still want your brother's milk, love?"

"Ohhhh fuck yeahhhh," she droned. "Even after our baby is born. I love your taste... I wanna drink you every single day..."

She began sucking my cock. I shuddered at the all-familiar sensation, though it still had not gotten old. "I wanna drink you too sis..."

"Mmmm" she hummed, then released my cock from her mouth. "Any time you're thirsty, baby..."

Less than a minute later, I was on my back, and Theresa was getting ready to ride me to orgasm, but she stopped before impaling herself.

"Hey Davie? I was being serious, about wanting to make love to you every single night. But, can I ask one favor?"

"Anything, honey."

"Can we never stop calling it 'making babies,' even when we're super old and wrinkly?"

"Only if you want me hard as a rock at all times..." I whispered to her.

She sunk back onto my cock, and I felt her tight, warm as a tavern fire wetness. "That rock hard cock stretching out my soaking wet pussy... oh fuck love..." she moaned. "Gimme a baby.... I want a baby..."

*************************************************************

As they say, all good things eventually come to an end.

Kinda.

To (poorly) quote prolific fantasy author Robert Jordan, It wasn't THE ending, but it was AN ending.

The day was February 27th. Theresa was about 8-9 weeks along. Since she was naturally on the chubbier side, she wasn't really starting to visibly show as much as she may have if she had the physique of an athlete or model. But even then, I read that women typically don't start showing a visible bump until week 12 or so.

We were seeing Jackie today, at our usual spot. We were going to tell her that Theresa was pregnant.

We could not decide on what to tell her aside from that. Eventually, we just decided to wing it.

This was a terrible idea, and we both knew it.

I think part of us wanted this to go down the way it did. We knew there was no other way it could go, and we just wanted it over and done with.

"Jackie!" My sister exclaimed, hugging our former social worker who was sitting at her usual table.

"Girl!" Jackie exclaimed, "I swear you're prettier and glowier every time I see you. And how is Mr. David doing on this frigid February afternoon?"

"Frigid," I said. "There are some things I miss about the south, if you can believe that."

"You just forgot about all the mosquitoes," Jackie replied. "Five minutes with them and you'll be begging for a Northeastern winter again."

"Ew, mosquitoes!" My sister gagged and shuddered. "No thank you no thank you. I'll take the snow any day!"

"So what's new guys?" Jackie asked. "It's been a while since I've seen you, and it seems like you were pretty excited at the prospect of meeting today."

"Well, I do have news," my sister started. "I've been chomping at the bit to tell you, but I wanted to wait until I could share the news with you in person. I'm.... I'm pregnant!"

Jackie was quiet. Her face betrayed no emotion from her. "That's... well that's absolutely wonderful, Theresa. I'm really happy for you! Can I ask you who the father is?"

"He's a boy I met a few months ago, right before Christmas. He's really sweet and amazing, I think you'll love him, Jackie!"

"I'm sure I'd find him very interesting," Jackie said. She was looking at me as she spoke.

Theresa didn't notice. She continued to swoon about her 'boyfriend,' and talked about how she was waiting to find out the gender of the child until the 24 week appointment, and how I was going to do all of these 'Uncle' things and be the best uncle ever. She wouldn't let either me or Jackie get a word in, she was just too excited to be contained.

She was also really nervous, but Jackie wasn't aware of that part.

"Oh and now, I must pee," my sister said. She stood up. "I don't know if this is just me being pregnant or if it's just normal pee. But either way, I have to pee!" She walked towards the bathroom at the back of the coffee shop, and disappeared.

After a long moment of uncomfortable silence, I spoke. "I'm very happy that my sister was able to find someone to-"

"Cut the fucking shit, David," Jackie said. "STOP... talking," she said when I opened my mouth to respond. She paused, centered herself, then spoke. "I am going to ask you some questions. I want you to answer my questions. I do not want any extra commentary, or qualifiers. You will simply answer the questions I ask. No more, no less. Nod if you understand.

I nodded.

"Good," Jackie said. "Is the baby yours?"

"Yes."

Her face still displayed no emotion. "Did you convince her to do this, or was it the other way around?"

"Both, I guess. We both wanted each other. It just kinda... went left unsaid... until it wasn't..."

Jackie nodded, seemingly understanding, which was a little surprising. "When was the first time you had a sexual experience with your sister?"

"Her birthday... no wait... the day before her birthday."

"Last year? Or earlier than that?"

"Just last year. Nothing ever happened before that."

Jackie nodded again. "I'm sorry for biting your head off at first, David. I can't be cordial with someone if I think there's a chance they'd be abusing their family."

"Do you really think I would EVER treat my sister that way?"

"You have to understand, when siblings have encounters like this, the vast majority of the time, one sibling is manipulating the other. I'm still not entirely convinced that isn't happening here, but if I take you at your word, I'd be willing to accept that you and Theresa are under the impression that you are actually in love, and we can talk about options."

"Options?" I asked, wanting clarification.

"How to move forward, and to fix this," Jackie said. "I can help with the Planned Parenthood appointment, and we can look into possible arrangements for the two of you to find separate apartments. I think that would be the best thing for both of you, honestly. Some time living apart will-"

She was interrupted by Theresa returning from the bathroom. "Hi! What did I miss?"

"Not much!" Jackie said. "David was just telling me about a story he was writing-"

"She knows," I said to my sister. "Jackie knows I'm the father."

Jackie gave me a stern look. "It was either tell her now, or wait until we start the walk home," I said to her. "At least now we can all talk this out."

Theresa looked across the table at Jackie. "Girl, we were going to tell you, honest. I just had no idea how to bring it up. I was going to... but needed some time. I was going to tell you... I swear."

"I believe you sweetie," Jackie said. "And I'm not judging you, or your brother. I love you both and I told you I'd always be here when you need me. You need me now, so I'm here. I was just telling David, I have resources I can use to help you. Planned Parenthood for one. I-"

"Whoa, whoa!" My sister cut Jackie off. "Planned Parenthood... isn't that the abortion place?"

"They offer a lot of different reproductive health services, but in this instance, yes, they can provide abortion services for you."

"Oh," Theresa said softly. "Oh... Jackie, I'm not sure I'm being clear. I'm glad that's available to women who need it. But I would never, ever kill my baby. I fully plan on having this baby, and raising it, with my brother."

Jackie looked a little lost for words. "Umm, Theresa... at this point in development, it's little more than a cluster of cells. There's no consciousness or anything that makes a person a person. You don't have to put yourself through this because you feel like you owe it to an unborn child."

"I know, but to me, it's my baby already. It's how I choose to see them. And I would die to protect it."

Jackie was completely beside herself, and didn't know what to say, so I weighed in. "I know I probably don't have the right to say this, but I understand this may be difficult to accept."

"No, you really don't understand," Jackie said. "You two were the most successful cases of my career. On paper, everything painted both of you as lost causes. You spent too much time in a cult that was too extreme. There was no realistic chance that you two would have any semblance of a normal life.

"Lo and behold, both of you surpass everyone's expectations, including my own, and become upstanding members of society. In the process, proving right my teenage ideals, that nobody is beyond help, and everyone can do anything they set their mind to.

"And now, I'm back to believing that everything is fucked, and there's no real hope, because the only two people I've actually felt like I've helped... have been having sex with each other. Oh, and throw in inbreeding for a nice bonus. A cool, refreshing, rotten cherry to top off this fucked up hot fudge sundae."

If I didn't know any better, I would have said Jackie was drunk. But her words angered me all the same. "Sorry we couldn't fit neatly into your trophy case," I said hostilely.

"Davie!" Theresa gasped, uncomfortable with the confrontation.

"No, that's fair," Jackie said, looking defeated. "It's fucked up of me to think of you two that way... but it's also fucked up to think of you two having sex... I don't know..."

We let Jackie run through her own emotions, and Theresa spoke. "We understand if you can't accept this. But we had to tell you. We couldn't keep it from you."

"It goes beyond whether I can accept this, Theresa!" Jackie was getting heated. "You need to understand that although I am not involved in your lives professionally, I absolutely CANNOT tolerate two of my former cases, SIBLINGS mind you, having sex and reproducing! Do you have ANY idea of how unbelievably FUCKED up of a friendship dynamic that is?"

"I am sorry, Jackie," I said. "But at the end of the day, it's not about you. It's about my sister and I. We don't need your approval, or your blessing."

"I agree," my sister said. "We would love to have you in our lives, but not at the expense of each other. Not at the expense of my husband and my baby."

Jackie wore a look of utter bewilderment when Theresa referred to me as her husband. "Theresa... David... look... it is absolutely not too late to turn back. We can move on from all of this. I can help you get better. All you need to do is say the word. Tell me you want to fix this, and I will help you fix it. I promise."

I smiled casually. "We don't wanna fix it."

"What do you mean, you don't want to fix it?"

"Maybe walking through life broken isn't the worst thing in the world," my sister said.

"Maybe having no purpose is worse," I added.

"Maybe having no one to love you is worse," Theresa said.

"Other people can give you that..." Jackie tried to protest.

"Maybe, but I am completely in love with my sister, and she is completely in love with me." My sister nodded her agreement, and I continued. "We're not normal, but we're not pretending to be. This is who we are, and I don't want to be ashamed of that."

Jackie considered our words for what seemed like an eternity. "I see," she finally said. "If that's how things are, I will accept it."

"So... you're okay... with us?" My sister asked.

"Absolutely not. In no way am I EVER going to accept two young adult siblings having sex with each other, having fucking KIDS together, and pretending they're actually in fucking love. It's sick, it's twisted, and perverted."

My sister and I sat in silence, stewing in disbelief that Jackie of all people was talking to us the way she was.

"However," Jackie continued, "Since you two are legal adults, and I have zero legal authority over either of you in any capacity, I have no choice but to begrudgingly accept your degeneracy, thank you both for wasting four years of my life, and wish you the best on this fucked up journey you've decided to embark upon, while lying to me about it the entire time."

She stood up, and threw a small wad of cash on the table. She turned around and left without saying another word.

Theresa began crying. I followed closely after.

The next few days were hard. There was no romance, no sex, no smiles or cute kisses. Just sadness, and a grey cloud that hung over the apartment.

Jackie's words had stung, hard. Nothing she said was a revelation. She didn't convey any wisdom that made us realize we were making a huge mistake, or that we were being stupid. Her words stung because they came from someone we trusted. Somebody we loved.

And when someone you love calls you sick, twisted, perverted, and degenerate, you can't help but take them seriously.

Nevertheless, despite the turmoil in my soul, my first priority was my Tee. I tried to wait on her every want and need, but she saw through this almost immediately, and insisted on taking care of me. I was eventually able to convince her that she was the one needing attention, since she was carrying our baby.

"Hey love?" I asked as we sat on the couch.

"Hi baby," she said. "Are you okay?"

"Not really. I feel really terrible about myself."

Theresa clung to my arm and squeezed it tight. "But I love you. How can you feel terrible about yourself if I love you this much?"

"I guess I feel like I don't deserve it."

"Davie... please never say that to me again..."

"I hear you Tee. When you tell me you love me. I hear you. I believe you. But I have to believe it too. And right now... I don't."

Theresa kissed my hand. "Can I help? Or is this one of those, 'He has to walk this path alone,' parts of the hero's journey?"

I laughed. "All I need from you, love, is permission."

"Permission for what?"

"Something I swore I was never, ever going to do..."

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I placed my keys, wallet, phone, and a handful of loose change I had in my pocket into the bin, then stepped through the metal detector. I collected my items on the other side of the security checkpoint, and followed the agent who was in charge of getting me to where I needed to go.

I pulled out my phone and texted Theresa. "I'm here, just got through security."

"LOVE! I completely forgot, I have a doctor's appointment today."

"Shit. Okay I'm coming back home now."

"No! You should do what you need to do, and come join me after."

"You're my priority, Tee."

"I know that love. But I want you to do this today, now, so we can put it behind us for good. Okay?"

"Okay. I love you."

"Love you most."

I was taken to a small room with a normal sized table, like one two people would sit down at to play chess. I sat down alone, waiting anxiously until the door I was facing opened.

In walked a man dressed from ankle to neck in orange. His face was rough, the result of too many years and too much sun. His hair was long, mostly grey with a few hints of black, hints of a time long passed. He was bulkier than I remembered, likely had plenty of time for working out.

For the first time in quite a while, I was looking the supreme leader in the eye.

My father.

He still isn't worth naming. But he's no supreme leader anymore.

So let's just call him Simon.

*********************************

"Davie. Davie Davie Davie..." Simon said. "Been a while my boy. You look good."

"You don't," I said back to him.

He laughed. "All things considered, I think I look pretty good. Speaking of looking good, how's Theresa doing? Still have that fat ass of hers? Did it maybe get bigger, by chance?"

I stood up, and walked to Simon's side so I could lean in close to his ear. "Talk about my sister like that again, and all 23 life sentences you're serving are going to get a fuck of a lot shorter," I said. Simon chuckled as I sat back down.

"Damn Davie, when did you find such a sack?" He eyed me, impressed. "There was a time you'd be pissing yourself at the idea of talking to me like that."

"Yeah well, times change, and illusions collapse," I said. "You never had any real power, and I couldn't see that until I was out. I'm very clear on everything now, though."

"Well, you got it all figured out, apparently." Simon gestured around with sarcastic admiration. "If you came here to gloat, go ahead. You won't be the first, or the last, but feel free to get it out of your system, if it'll make you feel better."

"I didn't come here to gloat," I said.

"No? Then why did you come here? Reconcile with dear old dad?"

"I want to know why you felt you needed to spread your seed everywhere."

"Huh?"

"The cult. The entire point was for you to spread your seed as far as you could, to as many women as you could. I want to know why. Why did you think you needed to do that? Was it really god? Did you have a dream? I want to understand. I want to know... if I have the same sickness."

Simon looked very confused. "Same sickness... spreading my seed. Davie... do you still not understand that none of it was real?"

"What do you mean?"

"The cult was a way for me to live off the grid with free labor and a harem," Simon said. "I could fuck all day, and live like a king. Had nothin to do with god or spreading my seed," he chuckled nastily as he mentioned his seed, "Was great while it lasted too! And to think, all it took to undo all of it was a little shit with a stolen phone."

I was trying to process what I was just told. "So, none of it was for any kind of divine purpose?"

"Nah Davie. I don't believe in none of that."

"But... I was your son..."

"You were a fuck trophy. Nothing more."

"Theresa... she was your daughter... and you wanted to... get her pregnant... my god...."

Simon shrugged. "Pussy is pussy. Don't matter if it's attached to your wife, sister, daughter, granddaughter, whatever."

I was beyond horrified. But out of that horror came a realization. An important one.

"Thank you," I said out loud.

"Wha-?" Simon said, distracted.

"I said thank you," I repeated. "This conversation was actually really helpful."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. See, I came here because I was worried. Worried that I was too much like you. That all I really cared about was spreading my seed or whatever, without caring or thinking about where and who I was spreading it to.

"I think my biggest fear, was being just like you. I don't think I could bare looking in the mirror, and seeing your face stare back at me for the rest of my life.

"Thankfully, after talking with you... the real you... for less than five minutes, it's clear as day to me that I am nothing like you. In fact, I'm better. Far better."

Simon smirked at me. "You think you're better than me, then?"

"Open your fucking ears," I jeered, "because I said 'I know,' not 'I think.' I am better than you. Objectively. You wanna know why?"

Simon's smirk had fallen noticeably. "Enlighten me, kid."

"Because I love my child," I said. "And I love my sister. You have no idea what love is. People are nothing but objects to you. You could have had a loving family. Hell, you DID have a loving family. Instead of loving them back, you treated them like slaves.

"So yes, I am better than you. And I will be a better father than you. By a factor of millions."

A mix of emotions crossed Simon's face, settling on amusement. "Davie, Davie, Davie," he taunted chastisingly, "Have you been dipping your pen in family ink?"

I stared at him, not breaking eye contact.

"I can't blame you," he said. "That ass and those tits... I bet that pussy is tight as-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence on account of his face colliding hard with the cold, stainless steel of the table. Simon's nose was leaking blood, and he was laughing at the pain. "Hell yeah kiddo! Proud of ya. Let's do this again sometime, yeah?"

"Never fucking again," I seethed at him as the cops entered the room and were dragging me out of it. "You're never going to see me again. You'll never see your daughter again, and you'll never meet your grandchild."

If there was any expression of pain or regret on Simon's face in response to my words, I couldn't see it. Part of me wanted to see, to know there was something resembling a human being still in there somewhere, no matter how buried deep it was.

But I got what I came here for. When I arrived at the state prison today, I walked in unsure of myself. Scared, that I had too much of my father in me. That I was burdened with the same curse as he, compelled to breed as many people as I could, in as short of time as I could.

Instead, I learned that my father was not sick. He was evil. I was not evil. I was good, because I loved my sister, and I loved my unborn child.

Now that this chapter was closed behind me for good, it was time to meet my sister at the hospital.

When I arrived, Theresa was already in a gown, naked underneath, and on the examination table. "Hiya honey!" She greeted me warmly as I entered the room.

I walked up to her and kissed her warmly. "I love you so much, Tee..."

"I love you too baby," she said. "Are you okay?"

"Better than okay, love."

"You sure? Do you need to talk about it?"

"All I need is you. And our baby."

"Heeee," Theresa beamed. "Our baby..."

I put my hand on her belly. It was warm. It may have been my imagination, but I thought I could feel my child through my sister's skin.

"Hey Davie?"

"Yeah Tee?"

"Promise me something?"

"Anything."

"Never go see that vile man again."

"I promise Tee. I got the answers I needed, and he's dead to me now."

"So," she said, looking at me expectantly, "What kind of answers did you get?"

"That I'm gonna be the best dad and best husband who ever lived."

Theresa smiled widely. "Damn right! You're gonna win ALL the awards!"

Our conversation was interrupted by Theresa's doctor. Sorry to interrupt, you two. How's everything going?"

"Hi doc!" Theresa said. "Give it to me straight, how much time do I have left!?"

The doc chuckled at my sister's morbid humor. "Several more months, in fact. I know when you first started coming here that you just wanted to know if the baby is healthy, and I'm happy to tell you that everything looks completely normal and I do not see any cause for any alarm."

I sighed in relief. Theresa echoed my sentiments. "You factored in our... unique situation, right?"

We had told the doc we were brother and sister during our first appointment. It was a tough thing to admit, but we knew it was necessary for the well-being of our child. Luckily, this particular doctor was not a judgmental one, and did not give us a hard time about the circumstances of our baby's conception.

"Yes I did. And I don't think there are going to be any problems. Now, it's important to remember that things can change at any time, including during labor itself. But as of today, I'm not seeing anything that's throwing up any red flags."

"That's great to hear," I said. "Anything else to go over today?"

"One more thing. I have the gender of your baby. Would you like it now?"

Theresa and I looked at each other. "Yes," we both said. I added, "We were trying to figure out to name them Adam or Dawn, depending on if they're a boy or a girl. So yeah, I think it's time."

"Well, this will definitely make it easy for you then," the doctor said. "Because you're having both. Twins. A boy and a girl."

I couldn't speak. Neither could Theresa.

"Twins... like... two... babies?" Theresa tried to articulate.

"Two babies, yes," the doctor clarified.

"Two... babies!?"

The doctor chuckled again. "I'll give you two a minute," he said, and left the room.

Theresa looked at me, an expression of utter disbelief painted her face. "Honey... you... you put two babies in me!?"

"I.... I can't believe it..." I said. "Twins... a boy and a girl."

Theresa grabbed my hands excitedly. "Love, if this isn't a sign from some kind of higher power... a sign that our family is blessed... I don't know what is!"

"And to think we could have just been buying everything we see on Amazon, and not worried about if it would be for Dawn or Adam."

Theresa laughed, and clung to my arm. "Oh honey I know things haven't been great, between Jackie, and the feelings we've been struggling with lately. But I feel so much better now. I have two babies, love! Two!"

Theresa's words resonated, and I found myself eternally grateful for my soulmate, and my children. All here, within arms reach. Not a dream, not an aspiration, not a hallucination.

Real.

Soon, I'd be a dad.

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I inhaled deeply, paying attention to my inflating and deflating lungs, and felt my bosom rise and fall with each deep drink of oxygen. As I inhaled through my nose, I caught the scent of a few different types of incense, and fertility candles. A thick bead of sweat dropped from my eyelid to my cheek when I opened my eyes. I blinked instinctively, and felt the mild sting of salt water on my eye. Light tears began to trickle down my face.

It was hot. And extremely humid. If I had to guess, somewhere between 85 and 90 in the apartment. Why? Because I cranked the heat. Why? Because I am a crazy lady.

It didn't help that it was currently end of August, and barely any cooler outside than it was inside. It also didn't help that I was very, very pregnant. My belly was enormous, inflated, and constantly in motion.

My little bundle of joy turned into an anvil of joy in just a few short months.

I have also been eating for three, so I had gained weight in other places, such as my face, fingers, neck, breasts, thighs... pretty much anywhere one can accumulate fat. I was self conscious, but Davie assured me I was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. He said it so much that I was starting to believe him.

My only solace, the only relief from the heat was that I was naked. I loved being naked, but it did not provide much relief tonight. The heat and humidity was so extreme that I was completely drenched from head to toe in sweat before I exerted even the slightest amount of energy, doing... well... anything.

Far outweighing my desire to cool off, was my desire to nourish my babies. I wanted to get all naked, sweaty, dirty, and give them the nutrients they need. My brother and I, bonding with our babies one last time before the big day. Dirty, raw, and all natural.

I lightly fingered my already soaked pussy, smiling giddily at the sensation in my loins. I twirled my pubic hair in my fingers, which had grown wild in the past seven months or so. I wanted to go all natural as I grew our babies, so my kitty was a bit of a blonde jungle, a moist, tangled blonde tumbleweed in the Wild West.

My brother loved it.

The door to the living room opened, and in walked my brother. He was also naked, unshaven, glistening aggressively with sweat from head to toe, and completely transfixed by the sight of me, half crouched on the floor with my legs spread wide open.

With great effort, I positioned my belly directly in front of me, resting it slightly on the cushion I was seated on. I rubbed it gently. "Your babies miss you, daddy," I said with a loving smile.

"All three of them?" He said.

"All three," I grinned.

Davie stepped behind me, took my stupidly huge belly in his large firm hands, and gently lifted it about three inches.

"Oh my gooooood," I groaned, overjoyed at the relief. "I will love you across all dimensions and timelines if you just hold the twins there like that until my water breaks...."

The pregnancy had been difficult. Really difficult. Carrying around twins as a small little 19 year old woman, despite my thickness, was not a walk in the park. I was close to the end, but I was in so much pain. So many aches, kicks, strains, organs I didn't even know I had hurting for no reason. It was hell. But it was the best kind of hell. The kind of pain that fueled my soul, and stoked the fire in my heart.

A huge part of me wanted Dawn and Adam to stay inside me forever. I didn't want them to leave me.

But, they wouldn't be going anywhere tonight. And tonight was going to be a special night, so there was no time for melancholic thoughts of my children occupying any space other than my womb.

Davie stood in front of me, as I propped myself up on my knees using a pillow, so I was at eye level with his already hard cock. "Is this for me, baby?" I asked.

"I figured mommy wants to drink my milk one more time," my brother said.

"What tipped you off, Davie? The sauna-fication of our apartment, your naked, pregnant sister kneeling in front of you, or was it possibly the fact that I ask you if I can drink your cum on a daily basis?"

Davie laughed. "Well, love, maybe I just like saying it out loud."

"Mmmm I agree," I hummed, feeling a tingle in my nether region. "Say it then, baby..."

"I wanna feed you my milk, love..."

"I wanna suck all of it out of you..."

"Suck my cock until it's dry..."

"Taste every inch of you..."

"Swallow my seed..."

"Fill my belly..."

"Nourish our babies..."

"And make my brother feel good..."

I wrapped my lips around my brother's penis and began sucking on him. He moaned with pleasure, and love, as I used my mouth and tongue to beg for his warm, creamy seed. I made cute noises at him as I devoured his shaft. He loves when I do it, but it's also partially involuntary on my end.

My brother took a handful of my salty, soaked hair firmly, and guided my head at the angle he liked. I love when he does this. It makes me feel like my brother is letting me into his soul, and showing me what he likes, spilling his deepest secrets to me, his lover.

I took him into my throat, which always drives him wild. "Fuck baby... You feel so amazing when you do that... I wanna cum in your mouth so badly."

"Feed me your milk, love!" I cried. "I need it!"

My brother roared, and I tasted love. The creamy deliciousness of his life-giving elixir flooded my mouth, and invoked a feeling of sensory overload. I rubbed my pussy furiously, cumming on my own fingers as I continued to sloppily suck on my brother's still squirting genitals.

As Davie kept cumming, I was gulping down his milk, savoring the feeling of the heart-warming liquid lighting my insides on fire as it traveled to my stomach. Davie had come down from his orgasm, and I was cleaning his cock with my tongue, a ritual that I do every time I make him cum. Naturally, he likes to clean me after making me cum, too.

I stood up, and kissed my brother. "I love you," I said.

"And I you," he said. "Do you think they're ready?"

I closed my eyes, focusing my attention to the ever-shifting souls in my womb. They were restless, antsy, and wanted to escape their confinement. I could feel the fire, the drive, the desire to taste real freedom, to breathe real air.

"They're ready," I said. "I just... don't know if I am. I'm... scared Davie..."

Davie gently lifted my belly again. I sighed dreamily and grinned.

"Then I'll just have to be double ready for the both of us," Davie said.

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Dawn and Adam Morningstar were born on September 25th, 2026, at 12:47 AM. If you were expecting a dramatic retelling of the day of my children's birth, complete with high speed car chases and other hijinks, you'll likely be disappointed. It was a pretty standard affair. Theresa's water broke while we were watching TV. I walked her to the car, drove her to the hospital at a fairly normal speed, then she was admitted. That's about all there was to it.

Around 4PM, we got a visitor.

"JACKIE!!" My sister exclaimed when our former social worker walked through the hospital room door. "JACKIE OH MY GOD I'M SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU!!"

"Hi hun," Jackie said pleasantly, giving my sister a hug. "Hi David. Are you well?"

"Yeah Jackie, thanks. How are you?"

"I'm okay. Thanks."

"I didn't expect to see you here."

"I wasn't going to come," Jackie said, "But... at the end of the day, I consider you two family. Even though I can never approve of what you're doing... I can't just let you go through this alone... so I came to help... however I can."

Theresa got a bit teary-eyed. "Thank you so much Jackie, for being here... I do love you. Davie does too."

"Yeah," I agreed. "We both love you, and we're glad you're here."

"I want to be clear," Jackie said, "To say I still disapprove of all of this is a colossal, cosmic understatement. But, there's nothing to do now but make the best out of this situation. And, like you said at the coffee shop, it ultimately has nothing to do with me. So, I'm not looking at this as me helping you two commit incest, it's me helping two friends who need someone to be there for them."

Theresa outstretched her arms for a hug, which Jackie warmly returned. I joined in, and the three of us embraced for a few seconds.

"I was also thinking about what you two said," Jackie continued after we broke the group hug, "about going through life broken not being the worst thing in the world. And... I think that makes a lot of sense. I don't like it. I likely never will be okay with it. But, this is the hand you two have been dealt, and you're choosing to be happy with it. It's not my place to tell you it's wrong.

"Having said that, I need both of you to make me a promise. Refuse, and I walk out of that door and out of your life, for good."

"Name it," I said.

"You make sure your children do not follow your example... when they are older."

"You don't have to worry about that," Theresa said. "We don't want them to. And if they start showing signs of that, we'll make sure to address it. With love," she quickly added.

Jackie nodded. "Then, consider me on the market to be a godmother, if you would have me."

That sent Theresa into a frenzy, which made her abdomen hurt. But they excitedly hugged and talked about a ton of baby related things. Eventually, Theresa's contractions became much more frequent, so Jackie left us, and it was soon time for the main event to begin...

I remember once mentioning to Jackie that I've heard childbirth is a very messy affair. Jackie casually agreed. To say she was downplaying it was a massive understatement. I want to preserve my sister's dignity, so I will spare you the details. Just know that my mouth was wide open in horror under my surgical mask... the entire time.

Dawn was born first. She came out kicking and screaming bloody murder. Her brother, by contrast, was quiet and calm. You could see quiet wisdom behind his eyes. Well... he didn't really open his eyes much, but you know what I mean. He just radiated an old soul, while Dawn radiated intense fiery passion, seeking to infect everyone nearby with it.

I wish I could tell you that my sister endured childbirth like an absolute champion. And in a way, she did. But, she screamed. A lot. She said some words out loud that I did not know were in her vocabulary, and she had some colorful insults for me when I contributed very non-controversial nuggets of advice, such as 'Just breathe baby.'

"How about I breathe into your fucking dickhole you fucking stupid cunt!?" Was the response I got from that one. The nurses told me not to take it personally, and that Theresa was currently in the worst pain of her life. I didn't mind. It was actually funny, in a way, hearing my impossibly sweet baby sister say those things to me out loud. But mostly I was just worried, and I wanted Tee to be free from the pain she was in.

I wanted our babies in our arms.

So when we finally got them, you can imagine the utter state of Theresa when they were taken away for cleaning and general inspections & tests.

"Nooooooo," she blubbered, snot coming out of her nose. "I want my babieeeees. Gimme my babieeeeees!"

I chuckled at my emotionally deregulated sister. "They'll be back love. We have the rest of our lives with them, let's just take a second to breathe."

She stared daggers at me. "Gimme. Babies."

I kissed her forehead. "I love you."

She grumbled at me.

"Tee."

She looked me in the eye.

"I am... so... incredibly proud of you. You are the most amazing person in the world, and I am so lucky I have you. I am so happy you are the mother of my children. And I am going to spend every second of every day, for the rest of our lives, showing you how grateful I am."

Theresa began crying again. "I love you so, so much Davie. You have given me the gift of life, and have given me everything I have ever wanted. I am the most blessed woman in the world, because I have you. And I have Dawn and Adam. I have my family." She started to cry harder. "I love my family so much..."

I held her, until our children were brought back in to see us. "We put them through the wringer," the nurse said, "and these two potatoes are about as healthy as could be, and damn good looking as well. Definitely got the good looks from her mom," she joked.

Theresa began to full-on ugly cry, and the snot-fall started again. "Davieeeeeeee.... uugggggghhhh... they're healthyyyyyyyy," she was weeping while trying to express her joy at the fact that she just delivered two perfectly healthy babies.

I settled into the hospital bed with Theresa, making sure to give her priority for laying space, and we held our children in our arms. "Hello little Dawny," my sister said. "I'm mommy, this is daddy. We made you! Isn't that crazy!?"

Dawn did not reply, or give any indication that her mother's words resonated with her at all.

"That's okay little one, if you demonstrated a mastery of the English language when you're only 30 minutes old, I would have been super impressed! She tickled Dawn's belly. "SUPER IMPRESSED!"

I looked down at my son. "And you, little Adam," I started, "You need to do your taxes. They were due months ago."

Theresa giggled. "My baby boy is tax exempt! Because of how CUTE he is! I just want to eat him up! Nom nom nom nom nom!"

I've both seen and imagined my sister in so many lights, and so many contexts. I've seen her in pretty dresses. I've seen her in old pajamas and a tangled birds nest of blonde hair. I've seen her in her underwear. I've seen her naked. I've seen her drenched in sweat, on her knees, violently pregnant, fellating me in a primal ritual of lust and love.

Now I was seeing her holding two miracles in her arms.

This one was new.

This one was something different entirely.

This one was the most beautiful.

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18 years.

Where does the time go?

Sometimes, it seems like just yesterday I was tapping desperately on a stolen smartphone, trying to call for help. Other times, it feels like it happened in a completely separate lifetime.

Sometimes it feels like it never happened at all. And that life was just always like this... like it is now. In truth, it took a long time to get here. A lot of time, and a lot of effort.

Immediately following the birth of Dawn and Adam, Theresa and I both realized that we were hopelessly and hilariously out of our depth. We romanticized the idea of having children, and didn't pay enough mind to how unbelievably challenging it would be to care for two newborn babies.

That doesn't mean we regretted our decision, but we did wish we were a little more prepared.

Luckily, Jackie helped us out. She was pretty smug about the whole thing. Normally, that would have probably pissed Tee and I off, but it felt like playful banter. As far as how Jackie helped us, she essentially created a schedule for us, and a procedure on how to care for the kiddos. It was basically a list of "If X happens, do Y," kinds of things. And it established a system to make sure both Theresa and I get enough of a break from childcare regularly.

We were also very conscious of post-partum depression, and Jackie and I both insisted that Theresa talk to a therapist regularly. Luckily, despite how difficult everything was in those early days, Theresa's infinitely cheerful spirit never wavered, and there were never any serious incidents. The most I've ever had to deal with was Theresa crying, telling me she's not up for being a mom 'right now,' and I would take over for the rest of the evening. It was hard, but I was happy to do it, because I wanted to make my Tee happy.

Out of this dynamic, we found success from the most unexpected place that would carry us for the rest of our lives. When Theresa would rest, leaving the kiddos in my care, she would draw pictures. These would be original characters, mythical beasts and creatures, landscapes, etc. They had a medieval fantasy theme, and they were very well designed.

When it was my turn to rest, I would lay with Tee's drawings, and think of stories to go along with the images. I started writing those stories down. Theresa would read those stories, and draw more pictures. I would look at the new pictures, and write more stories.

We kept circling that loop, until we became a team of NYT Bestselling Authors/Illustrators. If you've ever heard of 'Chronicles of the Dreamwalkers,' that's us. My sister is the brilliant artist who brings the universe to life, and I am the storyteller that manipulates the audience into feeling the emotions I want them to feel.

So, needless to say, we aren't hurting for money.

Additionally, we were able to build our dream home on our dream property. We were able to buy a plot of land just 10 miles from the Overbrook, the hotel where we fell in love, and conceived our children (though that last part wasn't technically true, it's how we chose to remember it). It wasn't quite as isolated and off-grid a living as we originally envisioned it, but it was quiet, cozy, and it felt like home. Our home. Our family's home.

Theresa and I got married. Once we officially adopted our new identities (which was ultimately just taking a new last name, and omitting our pasts from our records), we were able to get around incest marriage laws. It was a private ceremony, with Dawn and Adam being the only guests. But it was wonderful. We both cried. From that day forward, we were not brother and sister to the rest of the world. We were simply David and Theresa Morningstar, loving parents to two twins.

We chose Morningstar for our family name for a few reasons. First, we thought it inherently sounded beautiful. Picturing a fading star, as the last remnants of the blackness of night give way to light, was a peaceful image that we resonated with deeply. Second, we thought it was an apt parallel, taking a title associated with evil, and reframing it as something good. Turning a curse into a blessing.

And the twins? They're great. Fantastic, even. Some days, I can't help but think there's going to be some kind of terrible revelation, like my son is secretly a serial killer, or my daughter is a terrorist. These kids are just too perfect to be real. Yet, here they are.

Adam is a musician. He picked up the drums around the age of 10, and then the guitar around 14. He's a good writer too, but he's a bit more interested in music than storytelling. Luckily, there's plenty of overlap there, as tons of great stories have been told through song throughout history.

Dawn inherited her mother's penchant for art. She has an eye for the darker and edgier things of the universe when compared with her mother, but she is very gifted, just like Tee. She is very passionate about animals as well, and our family has had way more pets in our home than we originally anticipated, when we started our family all those years ago.

We decided not to tell our kids about Theresa and I. It was a tough decision. I wanted to be honest with them, and I didn't want to keep anything from my own flesh and blood. But, we ultimately decided to let that secret die with us, as we couldn't see a scenario where them knowing would make anything better, but could envision several scenarios where things could get worse.

So, as far as my children were concerned, their parents were simply a very touchy-feely pair of childhood sweethearts who loved to embarrass their kids with displays of love and affection, and be there for them no matter what.

Today, our lives were going to change forever. Yeah, I'm being a little dramatic, but try having both of your kids move out at the same time and go to college for four years. It's a big adjustment!

"Got everything?" I asked over my shoulder.

"I think so," Adam said. "Mom already went through the checklist twice."

"I'm surprised she didn't get you with a third time," I joked.

"She tried, but Dawny managed to distract her with her friend's baby pictures."

I cackled. "Your mom is nothing if not completely predictable."

"I think she wants another baby, dad. Just saying!"

"She always wants another baby," I laughed. "That ship has long sailed though."

I got a vasectomy about six months after our children were born. Theresa got a tubal litigation a year after that. We didn't want to roll the dice on more children. We got lucky with the twins. Not only were they born perfectly healthy, but they made it to adulthood without any serious health issues. We counted our blessings and didn't tempt fate. Jackie, in particular, was very happy with that decision.

We were happy too. Theresa, and later, me, really wanted our kids. Once we had them, we didn't feel tempted to have more. We always have the urge to make a baby, but we knew how irresponsible it would be to just keep breeding. So, we permanently closed up the baby making shop, from both ends.

That didn't stop us from pretending. Often, and loudly.

But not too loud. We didn't want to traumatize our children, after all.

I felt a pair of small, dainty hands on the front of my face, and my vision went black. "Guess who!?" A high pitched voice called out.

"Hmmm. The most irritating daughter in the history of daughters?"

"WRONG! The correct answer was, 'The most special-est daughter in the history of daughters!"

"Well, I was close," I said. "How about you, Dawny? Do you have everything?"

"Yup! I would have been ready an hour ago, but mom-"

"Is the greatest mom ever because SHE doesn't forget about your toothbrush!" Theresa called out from the foyer of the house. She walked outside waving a small white and pink stick. "Here ya go Dawny. Saved you from total disaster!"

"Ah yeah, totally mom. My college career would have been over before it even started. What would I have done without this 50 cent toothbrush?"

"Kiss a boy and scare him away with your stinky breath!" Theresa joked. "Or a girl! You can kiss a girl if you want!"

"I'm not gay mom," Dawn said, rolling her eyes. "But I appreciate the hypothetical support for my hypothetical homosexuality."

"I'm very progressive!" Theresa beamed. "That goes for you too, Adam dearest. If you want to kiss a boy, that's perfectly okay with me."

"Thanks mom," Adam said simply.

"Ooo I love that sundress, Bebe," Theresa said to Dawn. Theresa took the hem in her hand to examine it closer, and Dawn quickly snatched it back from her mom, which was odd. But she was probably just not in the mood for physical contact. She got like that sometimes.

"You two should probably get going," I said, and walked over to Theresa, wrapping my arms around her. I knew the waterworks were imminent.

"Yeah, if we leave now we should get there before sundown," Adam said. "Want to do one last sweep, and make sure you didn't forget anything?"

"Nah, I'm good!" Dawn replied. "I'm ready now so let's get on-... oh mom...."

Theresa was bawling. "Oh I'm so sorry everyone. This is supposed to be a happy, exciting day, and here I am just making everyone sad!"

"It's fine mom!" Our son said. "We know you're just gonna miss us. We'll miss you too. But we'll call and text. Promise."

"Yeah, promise!" added Dawn.

I gave my son a big bear hug. "Remember, be smart, look out for your sister, and let her look out for you. If you need anything, anything at all, no matter what day or time, you call me. Understand?"

"Yeah dad, and thanks. For everything. For being my dad."

I squeezed him tighter. "I love you kid. And I'm beyond proud of you."

We separated, gave each other a nod, and Adam walked over to his mother to say his goodbyes. I whispered a joke about bringing a poncho to say goodbye to his mom, which made him chortle. Dawn walked up to me and threw her arms around me.

"Love you dad!"

"Love you too munchkin."

"You haven't called me that in a long time!"

"Seemed appropriate," I said. "This is your first day of real adulthood. You're not a little girl anymore."

"Thanks dad. Oh and uh, thank you for paying our tuition in full, that was uh, you know, a huge help."

"You don't even know how much," I joked. "Ever try paying back a six figure loan on a fresh college grad's salary? Literally impossible."

"I'm just a girl and I don't know what any of that means!" She beamed at me.

So much like her mom.

"Yeah let's hope American Post-secondary education can break you of that nonsense," I laughed and squeezed her tighter. "Look out for your brother. Try to get him out of his shell. If you can get him a girlfriend, I'll buy you a car."

"Ooooo. A Porsche?"

"Keep dreaming Munchkin."

She gave me one last squeeze. "Love you dad. I'll text you when we get there."

"Don't do drugs," I joked.

As the twins pulled away, Theresa and I were waving, and Tee was yelling, in vain, warnings after our departing children.

"Make sure you floss!" She yelled as the car was almost out of eyeshot. "You only have to floss the teeth you wanna keep!"

Once all traces of the car were gone except a light cloud of dust from the road, Theresa wept. I took her in my arms. "It's gonna be okay love," I said.

"Our babies," she sobbed. "I can't believe they're all grown up, and have left our nest. Oh god Davie I'm not ready. I'm not ready."

"You are, love. They're freshmen in college. They'll be back several times a year, and all summer. Until then, we can enjoy ourselves, just the two of us, right?"

Theresa wiped her eyes. "Of course love, you're right. It's just so hard seeing them go." She took a breath. "It feels like just yesterday they were both in my belly."

"Feels like yesterday when you were asking me to give you a baby."

"Mmmm... remember how hot that used to make both of us?"

"It still does, love."

"Me too..."

I slid my hand up Theresa's thigh, and rubbed her sex through her panties. "You wanna know the best part about having the house to ourselves?"

"I don't have to try to be quiet when my brother fucks my brains out?"

"You always know exactly what I'm thinking."

"Do you know what I'm thinking right now?"

I pulled her panties to the side, and slid my fingers into her furry honey pot. "You want me to give you a baby," I whispered in her ear.

"MMM! Fuck Davie you need to take me to bed. Right now!"

Theresa plopped onto the bed on her back with a squeal, because I may have threw her across the room. Before I reached the bed in pursuit, her sundress was off her body and discarded onto the floor. Theresa was wearing a matching set of black lacy underwear, that traced her curves perfectly.

My sister's body has aged like a fine wine. She was curvy and thick in all the right places, and each stretch mark and scar told a story about the woman I love. I loved every inch of her, just as much as when we were young. More, in fact, because our love only got deeper and stronger over two decades together.

Off came the bra, which is always my cue to give my sister's breasts all the attention in the world. I started gently licking and sucking on her nipples. "Mmmm fuck Davie... I love feeding my brother..."

She wasn't really feeding me. But we liked to pretend. The more Theresa Morningstar felt like a goddess of fertility, the harder she would cum. So, I indulged all of my sister's fantasies as an eager and willing participant.

I did try her breast milk once. How could I not? Unfortunately, it was not tasty (for me), so that was a disappointment my sister had to learn to live with.

I slid my sister's panties off her body, and reveled at her naked body, for the millionth time. Every time is just like the first. In 18 years, I have never gotten sick of seeing my sister naked. I don't see that changing in another 18 years.

Theresa kept the wild bush between her legs. It made her feel womanly, and, again, played into the whole fertility kink. I found it incredibly sexy on her, and I loved to play with it with my fingers and tongue.

"I wanna taste your pussy, love," I drawled.

"Then get in there big boy," she smirked.

I massaged my sister's sex with my tongue, driving her wild as always. She made her thoughts known.

"Ohhhh Davie I fucking love that tongue... I love it when my brother licks me..."

"I love tasting my sister's cum," I said. "I wanna make you see stars, love."

"Mmmm take me to the fucking moon, Davie!"

I inserted two fingers and continued to lick her clit. She squealed, giggled, yelped, and moaned sensually as I devoured her soul. She ran her fingers through my hair, whispering sweetly to me. "i love you so much... i love your tongue... i love your cock... i love your milk... i want you... every day... forever..."

I felt my sister's pussy clamp down on my fingers, and her hands tighten on my scalp.

"Oh Davie... Davie.... fuck I'm gonna cum... fuck! Oh fuck baby... keep going... just like that... right there. Right there. Right there! RIGHT THERE! HOLY SHIT! FUUUUUUUCK!"

Theresa convulsed as she came, clinging onto my head for dear life. With a free hand, I massaged her breast and played with her nipple as she whimpered, coming down from her high as I continued to toy with her nipple, lick her clit, and rub her g-spot. Theresa giggled and whispered "How do you do these things to me..." as I continued to pleasure her.

"I need to put a baby in your belly, right fucking now, love."

"Fuck yeah Davie," she hissed, "Breed me. Breed your fucking sister!"

I slid my cock into my sister, and we both moaned in a harmonized vocal line that would have cleaned house at the Grammy awards. We were breathing heavily, whispering "I love you's" in each other's ears as we made love. "put a baby in me..." my sister whispered. "i want to have my brother's baby..."

Sometimes I wish we actually could have another baby. And then another. And then another. Sometimes I pictured an entire farm full of children. Blonde haired kids running around, my sister just a full time baby factory.

It was a nice dream. In real life, such things are extremely messy, and never as wholesome as they originally appear.

I'd have to settle for role playing with my sister. I was fully content with that arrangement.

Theresa was riding me. I was watching the thick tuft of light brown pubic hair bounce and rub against my body, which was turning me on even more than my cock submerged several inches inside my sister's body. Okay, not even more, but it was close.

"Mmmmm I looooove riding my brother's cock," Theresa grinned as she gyrated against my torso. "Ahhhh baby you feel so amazing...."

I felt the fire rising. "I'm gonna put a baby in you..."

"Ohhh yes love, give me a baby..."

"I'm gonna cum..."

"Fill me with your cum bro! Fill your sister's pussy!"

I bellowed the same Viking roar as I have so many times before, as I filled my sister with life. Theresa came at the same time, eyes fluttering as squirt after squirt of my seed watered her garden, painting her fences white. She shook with untamable ecstasy and cried out to the ceiling. My vision went white as the euphoria overwhelmed all of my senses. As quickly as it arrived, it departed, and I collapsed on top of my sister in exhaustion.

Allowing myself only a brief moment of respite, I rolled off of Theresa, as not to crush her. She was sweaty, breathing heavy, and smiling wildly.

"Mmmm Davie... after all these years... I can still feel you inside of me... after you give me your seed... I love it so much..."

"Like I said love, any time you want it, from now until the end of time, it's yours. I'll always have some for you."

"Ahhh, yay," Theresa giggled, and started gently massaging my balls. "Always full for me... always fresh and warm..."

She propped herself up and repositioned above my cum-coated cock, and began to lower her mouth to it, then stopped. "Think you can cum again, stud?"

"What an unbelievably silly question, sis."

Theresa giggled. "He always knows just what to say to a girl." She took my cock in her mouth, and sucked it gently.

After all this time, Theresa never lost her enthusiasm for oral sex. She still saw it as one of the most intimate bonding experiences two people can experience romantically. Drinking the other person's life force, increasing fertility, fetal health, etc. I saw it the same way, of course. And I loved pleasuring her as much as I loved being pleasured.

Theresa continued to suck me, showing me her love through her mouth and tongue. It was always like a passionate make out session, except with my cock instead of my lips.

I was close, and Theresa could sense it. "I want your milk, baby," she said seductively.

"Ughhh... I'm gonna give you all of my milk..."

"I wanna drink it... I wanna drink my brother's milk..."

"Swallow all my cum..."

"Every last fucking drop..."

I exploded, and Theresa descended all the way to my hilt. She held me there as I came enough to fill Lake Michigan, gulping loudly as she swallowed everything I gave her. I was practically screaming at the sensation, as my sister expertly throated me, and swallowed every drop of my seed all at once.

Truly spent, and dehydrated, I plopped down on the bed, and kissed my sister deeply. "How is it that every single day, I fall even more in love with you?" I asked.

Theresa sighed and relaxed on her pillow. "Boobies?"

I laughed and kissed her nipple. "I think you nailed it."

She giggled. "Hey Davie?"

"Yeah TeeHee?"

"Wanna keep doing this for another 20 years?"

"I'd love nothing more, sis. But let's make it 30."

"HA! Might as well go for 40!"

"50 then."

"60!"

"70?"

"A MILLION!"

"A million it is!" I took my sister in my arms. "Thank you, Tee. For giving me a family."

"Thank you for loving me," she said softly. "Thank you for my babies. Thank you for giving me life. I love you."

"I love you."

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"I believe in a thing called love! Just listen to the rhythm of my heart! There's a chance we can make it now! We'll be rockin' till the sun goes down! I BELIEVE IN A THING CALLED LOOOOOOOOOOOVE!!!!"

Dawny is not a good singer. But she tries. And honestly, it's adorable when she does it. It's not something I'll admit to her, or anyone really. But it makes me laugh every time.

"Rate my performance, Adam Bomb!"

My dad started calling me "Adam Bomb" when I was really young. I just kind of took it in stride, and never questioned it. It wasn't until I was around 13 that the realization hit me: 'Atom Bomb.' As in, the weapon of mass destruction that destroyed Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

Morbid, but also kinda clever.

"10/10 sis. No notes."

"I don't believe you! What did you really think?"

"Honest opinion?"

"Honest opinion."

"You should not audition for The Voice unless you want to be reduced to tears on live TV."

"Well I never!" My sister said, and slapped my shoulder. "Just you wait sonny. I'm gonna be the next American Idol, and all of you are going to regret writing off Dawny Morningstar!"

I turned to my sister and started to make a joke at her expense. Just as I turned, a gust of wind blew through the open car windows, and lifted up Dawn's sundress. For a split second, I saw my sister's fully naked butt, pubic region, and legs that were previously obscured by the skirt of her dress. My eyes were very briefly drawn to a tuft of light pubic hair.

"EEEEE!!" Dawn yelped, and frantically pinned her dress down to the car seat, looking around as if there was anyone else in the car but us.

"Are you okay Dawny?" I asked.

"Yep, sorry! Sorry for being dramatic. It's just...."

"Just what?"

"I.... may not be wearing panties.... or any underwear... at all..."

I pretended like that was new information. "I... what? Why?"

"I wanted to feel the wind!" She said, blushing furiously. "It's been so long since I took a long car ride. I just wanted to feel the fresh, flowing air on my body. Don't worry, I'm nice and clean, just a tiny bit sweaty from the heat."

I glanced at my sister's chest. It was shiny... appetizing. I couldn't help but think what her skin would taste like if I leaned over and kissed it.

I buried the thought. She was my sister. Siblings don't think about each other like that.

Yet, something has always been there. It was something always just out of line of sight, just out of reach, and completely unquantifiable. It was like there was this unspoken thing, a presence that hung over my entire family, for the entire time I've been alive.

That something, that feeling that I couldn't identify, was calling me to look at my sister's body again. To hope that the wind blows again, and I could feast my eyes on my sister's naked lower half once again.

As I started burying the temptation, my sister spoke. "Did you... see me?"

I sighed. "... Yeah Dawny... I saw. I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to hide it, I just didn't want to embarrass you."

"You don't have to worry about embarrassing me," Dawn said. "Did you... um... like what you saw?"

"Dawny, first of all, I barely got a look. Second, you're my sister, and I shouldn't be looking at you like that."

"Right, no, yeah! Totally," my sister agreed quickly. "But... just to throw it out there... if you did... you know... want to see me again... I... wouldn't hate that..."

Every instinct in me was screaming to shut this down immediately. Instead, I said, "Well, if the wind happens to blow again... nothing either of us can do about that, right?"

"Exactly!" Dawn said. "I've heard dorm rooms are really windy, too."

"That so, twinny?"

"Mmmhmm! And uh, it's strong enough to blow boy pants off too, from what I hear."

"Dawn... what are we doing?"

"I.... don't really know, Adam," my sister said, "But... I don't think I wanna stop."