Ill-Conceived

This is a submission for the 'Tis the Season... for Conception contest, organized by NaughteeDragon. Thank you!

As such, it is a short, stand-alone story focused on a young woman with a newborn nephew and a newly-developed breeding kink and baby fever. She seduces her older sister's husband, whose resistance is only performative, and they begin sneaking off to mess around while the sister/wife is stuck dealing with her own newborn.

If marital infidelity, unwitting impregnation, or poor life choices, in general, offend your sensibilities, please give this one a pass. Otherwise, enjoy!

This is a fictional story, with little basis in reality. Any similarity to real people or places is pure coincidence. All characters involved in sexual situations are consenting adults over the age of 18.

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Alan gazed longingly at his wife of three years. He loved her dearly, and thought she must be one of the most beautiful women in the world. He admired her bare breasts in the morning sunlight, and heaved a frustrated sigh.

Walter had claimed those gorgeous breasts as his own nearly nine weeks ago, within moments of his arrival. "I suppose it's his right... that is what they're for..." he reasoned, but Alan couldn't help feeling a little jealous, seeing his wife suckling their infant son. Especially since he hadn't gotten more than the odd blowjob since June...

"Your body has been doing amazing things, and I know you've had a long and hard recovery... and you don't owe me anything but... couldn't we... just give it a try again? The doctors didn't say we needed to wait this long, they initially said we should give it a few weeks, just in case, but we got a green light at your last checkup..." Alan picked up their conversation from where they had dropped it the night before.

"Alan, if you think that counts as sweet talk, you're gravely mistaken," the 30-year-old new mother responded dryly.

"Ok, well, no pressure... I just want you to know that whenever you're ready... I guess I should go prep for Abby soon, anyway..." Alan answered in an overly pleasant voice, fighting back a snarky retort, and overcompensating for his sour mood at getting rejected, once again.

Alan ruminated silently as he walked out of the room. "If I'd started with sweet talking, she woulda just said I was ignoring her recovery, or gone onto what she does or doesn't 'owe' me... gosh... I know we're both just really sleep deprived, but humph, she's starting to grate... whatever, let's get ready for Abby..."

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Abby was Carrol's 23-year-old little sister, and she had been coming in daily to help with baby Walter for the last two weeks, now that he's a little older. Carrol and Alan felt more comfortable with Walter being around other people, and they also were getting tired of being the only adults 'on duty'. Carrol's parents lived in town as well--actually her sister still lived at home--but Abby was more useful and less judgmental than her parents.

Alan also liked his sister-in-law better than he liked his parents-in-law. She was usually pretty shy and quiet, but she was cute and sweet, and had a musical little giggle, on the rare occasions when she let it out.

For her part, Abby also had a little bit of a crush on Alan. Not that she ever did anything about it, and she would probably have died, if she thought that he ever suspected that she adored him, but ever since her big sis had brought him home, as a boyfriend, back from college, nearly ten years ago... well, she had made herself a dumb personal rule not to fantasize about people in her real life, but for him, she made an exception. Often.

Anyway, even ignoring her smoldering crush on her brother-in-law, Abby was happy to help out her sister, and step into her role as an aunt. She adored little Walter, and was fascinated by watching him grow and develop--even just in these first few weeks of infanthood.

Helping Carrol and Alan also got her out of her parents' house without dealing with questions about whether she's working or looking for work, or if she had any 'special guy friends' she wanted to invite over to Thanksgiving...

Somehow, she just got this sense that her parents were disappointed in her, and so much prouder of Carrol. And it wasn't just since moving back home after college, while her gainfully-employed sister got married and gave birth to the first grandkid...

Abby was used to her big sister getting all the attention. She supposed much of her own feelings of inadequacy and unoriginality just naturally came with being the baby of the family. Carrol was 7 years older, so she did everything first and better. Carrol was the first to graduate high school and go to college. The family celebrated these milestones. Then Carrol graduated college, and everybody celebrated.

When it finally came time for Abby to go to college... somehow the feeling was, 'meh.' No big party, no sense of accomplishment or excitement or adventure. She often felt like the family thought of her as just the lame sequel. The worse version.

Unwanted.

Abby always figured that she had been an "oops!" baby. And, for most of her life, that was a source of sadness.

But then, somehow, once she realized what details this entailed, she imagined the scene a million different ways: her parents, still in their youth, seized by desire and abandoning all care for potential consequences... raw dogging in secret from her unwitting sister. Did her dad even try to pull out? Did he pull mom close and flood her unprotected womb as her growled in her ear? That idea always made Abby instantly wet.

Since graduating from college last May, Abby had been living at home. She was very thankful to her parents for letting stay with them while she looked for a job. Weeks stretched to months, and somehow it had gotten to be November... again... A year and a half a year out from school, and she couldn't find anyone willing to hire an entry-level graphic designer. Not when they could use some clanker slop generator for 10% of the cost... "Fuck AI" she often muttered, scrolling through job postings on her phone.

Her big sister, Carrol had crossed one last major milestone off the list. Since getting a job ten years ago, right out of college, and married two years ago, to the sweetest guy, her sister had finally gone and done it. The big one. She had popped out a baby, six weeks ago, and go figure, the family is going bananas!

"Of course," Abby thought, "Walter is so fucking cute!"

By this point, Abby didn't really want to work. Now, watching her sister on maternity leave, with the cute baby and all the attention, she started to wonder what life would look like if she got knocked up and popped one out... But she doesn't have a boyfriend or any prospects. And online dating apps just sounded like a lot of work sorting through creeps for very little glimmer of hope before getting ghosted.

Abby was pretty, but too shy to initiate anything, really. So all she could do was help her sister and nephew, and enjoy the adventure and attention vicariously.

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Abby got back inside from the walk. "God, it's gotten cold out!" she thought, flexing her white fingers, and hoping to coax even a little bit of blood back into them. "I needed gloves to push the stroller... I wish I had brought them. I hope Walter didn't get too cold..."

Walter was fussing, a little bit, which was not terribly unusual, but she wondered if she had bundled him well enough. Was he also too cold?

Abby didn't want to wake her sister up from her well-earned nap. She had agreed to keep Walter out of the house for a whole hour, and it had only been 20 minutes... She didn't want to go out again, and figured the two of them would just have to hang out in the house.

So, she just scooped up the whimpering infant and held him close, and wandered towards the play room, far from Carrol's room, where he could make a little bit of noise without waking her up.

Walter's hands were icy on Abby's neck, but his face was warm. He cuddled into her, whether for warmth or comfort or love, she wasn't sure. But it was a lovely feeling.

Abby looked around for a moment to make sure neither Carrol nor Alan was around, then she pulled her shirt and bra off, and brought the infant to her own chest. She told herself that it was just to help warm the infant up faster. But deep down, she felt a guilty pang. She wanted to see what it felt like to have a baby suckle her breast.

Eek! First, she felt his cold little fingers on her sensitive chest.

Then, sure enough, Walter's little mouth navigated the new terrain and found its way to her nipple. She didn't know that she would need to do anything to get him to latch properly, so he only got the very tip of her nipple in his mouth.

She gasped in pain as he roughly clamped down and began sucking. Hard. "OMG! He's going to give me a hickey!" she thought, suppressing a yelp.

Eventually, Walter started to get frustrated that no milk was forthcoming. He pushed back away from her, his face crumpling into a mess of disappointment and frustration. His whimpers quickly grew into a tearful and aggrieved wail.

Abby blanched in fear as she suddenly heard hurried footsteps approaching down the hallway. She knew she wouldn't have time to put her shirt back on, let alone her bra...

It would be embarrassing enough if it were Carrol, whose breast the young babe actually sought. But Abby could tell from the gait... Alan would burst in within two seconds, "and I've got my tits out!" Abby thought to herself, sighing, as she resigned herself to the imminent mortification.

Just as expected, the door flew open, and Alan rushed in. He stopped dead in his tracks and his eyes widened.

"I--" Abby started to say. She was holding Walter desperately as he kicked and writhed angrily in her grasp, so she knew she was fully exposed to Alan's wide eyes, and there was nothing she could do to cover herself. All she could do was extend her arms and hold Walter out, offering him to his father.

Alan leaned in and took his young son in his arms, and quickly turned his back on his topless sister-in-law.

"Uh... I think he's hungry. I'll get a bottle." Alan managed to say, before stiffly walking out of the room and disappearing down the hall.

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Alan and Abby interacted as minimally as possible for the rest of the morning. Neither quite knew what to make of what had happened. Or what had even happened?

But both of them came away from the incident thinking of the other in a very sexualized way.

The image of his wife's little sister, completely bare-breasted, and looking up at him with an extremely guilty expression on her face, had been seared into Alan's memory. It haunted him, and made him feel extremely horny. He wasn't sure what it was about it: was it simply that he was sexually deprived and had been confronted with Abby's tits? was it more that her tits were so sexy? oh and they were very sexy--slightly smaller and firmer than Carrol's, and dappled with freckles... was it more about the taboo nature of lusting after his wife's little sister? was that why her guilty expression was so delectable? Alan realized that she would be his guilty pleasure, and if he could be hers as well...

For her part, Abby, was obsessing less about any image, than the very idea that she had essentially flashed Alan. Her forbidden crush had looked right at her rack, and he had definitely looked. Like, his gaze had lingered. Abby had unintentionally crossed a pretty big line. And, while he did eventually turn around and politely exit the room, she had watched him take her in first. And realizing that he seemed to enjoy the view gave her a thrill that she had never experienced before.

Eventually, it was Alan who made first contact, seeking her out while Carrol nursed Walter. He was supposed to be getting dinner ready, but while the oven pre-heated, he took a moment to approach Abby in the living room.

"I think I need to say something." he finally said, breaking the awkward silence that had been between them all afternoon.

"You do?" Abby asked nervously, being surprised by his abrupt opening. She then visibly and audibly gulped.

Alan quickly changed his tone and tried to calm er down, "It's.... Don't worry, I'm not mad, and I'm not going to say anything to your sister... but... I think we need to, you know... talk? About... earlier?"

Abby grimaced and looked away, but otherwise didn't respond, so Alan continued. "Ok, I've got to, well..." he cracked a smirk, "I guess I need to get something off my chest!"

Abby smiled a little too, for a brief moment. God that little moment just made her feel so much more comfortable. Alan was good at deescalating with humor.

"I guess I don't know what I walked in on, so I won't make any assumptions, but... I'm... I'm curious what you were thinking..."

Abby waited for a long moment while she formulated a response. When it finally came, her voice trembled, "I don't know what I was thinking. I think I just wanted to feel what it would feel like to have a baby latch... you know... like does it hurt? Does it feel good? I'm so sorry I shouldn't have done it, and I know that, and I... please don't tell Carrol!"

"I won't tell her. I already said I wouldn't." Alan reassured her once more. "I don't think you'll be doing it again, right?"

Abby nodded.

"So I'll pretend like it never happened... I don't think Walter will remember." Alan smiled disarmingly, "So, what did it feel like?"

Abby was taken off guard again, "Huh?"

"Did it hurt? Did it feel good?" Alan asked bluntly.

"Umm... it definitely hurt a bit." Abby said, but then she added, softly, "But not necessarily in a bad way... it also... made me tingle..." she cut herself off when she saw his eyes get an intense look.

Alan saw that she was getting flustered again, so he decided to say something else, hoping it would make her feel better, but worried it could make her feel a lot worse...

"... well, for what it's worth.... I understand the curiosity, and it's... ok that you felt something... 'tingly'..." he made exaggerated scare quotes with his fingers, then he continued, "Like I don't think breastfeeding is an overtly sexual thing... but I know from Carrol that there's a direct line from her nipples to her clit!"

Abby blushed, so Alan back-peddled a little bit, "Ok, maybe I shouldn't have said that... but, it's true."

Abby could feel her nipples stiffen and a certain warmth down below as she thought about this. She looked at her sister's husband with a growing lust.

"I don't mind you being honest and open with me about things... Carrol and I are sisters anyway... so I think you're ok to say some things about her to me that you wouldn't say to someone else... right?" Abby gave a nervous titter.

"Sure." Alan said. He hesitated as he weighed his next moves very carefully.

"You know... in the interest of being honest and open..."

Abby looked back at him with a very serious expression, bordering on apprehension. Inside she was all butterflies.

Alan continued, "I, erm, didn't mind the view.... just, in case you were wondering...." on seeing that Abby was receptive of his compliment, he continued, "They won't satisfy Walter's needs, but... you've got a nice pair." he closed with a wink.

"Thanks... I guess..." Abby responded in an overly bored-sounding voice, but it was clear from her face and her body language that she was pleased. Then she teased, "Nicer than Carrol's?"

"No comment!" Alan responded, raising his hands up in front of him, palms to the ceiling, in surrender... or like a basketball player who wants to make sure nobody suspects them of touching the ball as it goes out of bounds... Then he eyebrows twice, along with a suggestive smile, and then brought one of his hands to his face and kissed his fingertips, in a chef's kiss gesture that she understood to mean, "perfection."

Then Alan got a cloudy expression on his face and awkwardly excused himself before stiffly walking away.

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During Walter's subsequent feeding, things went a little differently.

As usual, Carrol sent Abby out of the room to breastfeed in peace, and to prevent Walter from getting distracted. But then, Abby went directly to where Alan was, in the kitchen. She didn't have any plan, but she felt some sense of urgency. She would just have to put herself in the position for him to do something... or, she supposed, she could do something crazy...

Abby caught Alan looking at her as she entered the kitchen. He had been not-so-patiently waiting on the tea kettle to boil, and glanced up from his phone when he heard the door close. His eyes lingered a second to long on her chest, and she knew that he was thinking about her boobs, which he had seen bare the day before. Which he had complimented her on the day before...

Abby had an evil thought. She flashed an impish little grin.

Then, she winked at Alan and lifted her shirt up for a moment, flashing her bare breasts at him once more. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she felt a twinge between her legs as the cold air hit her nipples almost as hard as Alan's gaze did.

She watched his eyes lock on her chest, and stay there even after she lowered her shirt once again. God, he wanted her. In that moment, he knew it was wrong, and so did she... but he yearned for a hot, wet vagina to plunge into. A spry young body to ravish. A younger, cuter version of his wife, who wanted to be ravished. Wanted to be plunged into.

Alan shook such ideas from his head. He smiled weakly at Abby and pointed towards the room in which her sister, his wife, was busy tending to his son.

Abby felt an exhilaration like she had never felt before. Alan had seen her tits by accident the day before, and he just looked at her chest again, when she showed him on purpose just then... She wondered what she should do next to tease him, and grow that nervous excitement even more.

Abby made eye contact with Alan, then shimmied her hips a bit to draw his gaze downwards. She watched his eyes carefully as she put her thumbs in the waistband of her leggings.

He was obviously watching.

Abby suddenly spun around 180 degrees. She looked over her shoulder, and watched his eyes once more as she slowly and teasingly pulled her waistband down, lower on down her butt, showing him a little bit of cheek and some crack before pulling them up and turning back to face him.

She could see the color in his cheeks and the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed heavily, taking her show in. So she continued, now pulling the side of her waistband down, exposing some hip, and just a glimpse of the edge of her pubic hair, before she pulled it back into place.

All the while, she was swinging her hips, pretending she was a showgirl performing a striptease.

Alan was entranced. He couldn't rip his eyes away from the show, nor could he stop his rapidly surging lust any more than he could will his erection to reverse course. His mind raced with all kinds of perverted fantasies.

Abby went back to teasing with the hem of her shirt, lifting it up to reveal her bare midriff and navel, and periodically flashing her underboobs, even with the occasional nipple. But she didn't lift it all the way up to show everything again.

Alan suddenly approached her and grabbed her wrist, preventing her from lifting her shirt.

She gasped at his sudden move, and then the two of them stared at each other silently. Their faces weren't close enough to kiss, but they were very close. They could both feel the energy in their connection and proximity.

Maintaining full eye contact with Abby, Alan slowly pulled up, lifting her hand, and her shirt with it. He kept on pulling up, guiding the shirt past her delectable, freckled boobs, and up over her head.

Abby went along, following his lead, and lifted her arms up above her head and releasing her grasp on the shirt, allowing him to pull her top completely off.

Then Alan dropped the garment on the floor, knelt at her feet and pulled her close, pressing his face into her cleavage. She could feel the rough, sandpapery scruff of his stubble against her delicate skin. His hot breath on her nipple. His warm, wet mouth...

This was totally different from Walter's virtual assault on her sensitive nipples... this was sensual... and even more forbidden!

Abby was aware that she was getting very wet. She also knew that time was of the essence. Her sister would soon be finishing her routine. Feeding, burping, and changing Walter would only take so long!

"Alan," she whispered urgently, "Take me, now!"

Alan stood up. He looked somewhat indecisive, but she could feel the bulge of his erection through his sweatpants.

Their eyes met once more. Abby watched his dark eyes glow as she reached out and grabbed at his crotch. She could tell that he was hard, but also quite sizable! And his eyes bored back into her own with a lust she had never before seen.

"Silently!" he hissed.

She nodded, suddenly aware of how loudly she was breathing. She was actually going to do this!

Abby turned around and silently dropped her leggings down to her ankles. Alan's nostrils were immediately filled with a plume of her aroma. He also dropped his pants to his ankles, and pushed her forward over the island counter.

She looked back at him, over her shoulder and smiled encouragingly. He reached forward and brushed her hair from her face, stroking her cheek tenderly in the process. "Are you safe?" he whispered urgently.

Abby nodded.

It was a lie. She was most definitely not safe. She had relied on condoms the few times she had sex in college. But she hadn't gotten any action since moving back home. Why take b/c pills every day or deal with the indignity of getting an IUD put in if she didn't even 'do it'?

Moreover, not only was Abby NOT on birth control, she was at the very beginning of the most fertile days of her cycle. Abby knew this. She wanted Alan to put a baby in her.

"Yes, I'm on the pill. Take me, while we have time...", she whispered back as she reached back with her hands and spread her butt cheeks and pussy lips wide for him. She widened her stance a little bit, and then she felt it.

The tip of Alan's dick grazed the inside of her thigh and slid up to rest against her pussy. She could tell her liquid was leaking all over it, and soon felt it warm and slick against her.

Alan started sliding it up and down the length of her slit, reveling in the taboo allure of sliding, bareback, against the the exposed pussy of his wife's little sister!

Alan finally gave in and began to push into her.

Abby tilted her hips and pushed back against him, letting him slide all the way inside her unprotected little pussy. She let out an unintentional sigh, earning a glare from her guilty partner.

The tea kettle finally clicked. The water had reached a boil. But Alan didn't care. He was taking his sister-in-law from behind!

Alan soon graduated from gently rocking his hips to violently lurching into Abby's small body. He reached around and fondled her little titties as he plunged in and out of her with abandon.

Suddenly, Carrol's voice called out, "Alan? Abby?" Can one of you bring some onesies from the laundry room? Walter's spit up all over himself!"

Alan froze, buried deep inside of Abby.

She whispered, "Wait. Fill me up first. I need your cum!" And she squeezed her pussy muscles around his cock a few times.

Alan looked horrified, but it was also all he needed to go over the edge. He shuddered and he bucked his hips once more as his body began unloading rope after rope of built-up semen into her eager body. "Ok! I'm... coming!" He shouted, haltingly, and a little too gutturally, "Gimme... a sec!"

He could feel his sperm leaking out around his cock as it continued to twitch, pumping the last few drops of sticky liquid into her.

"Fuck!" he thought, "That was good... but what did I do?!? What do I do now?"

The two whispered quickly trying to figure out who should go.

"I smell like pussy!" Alan hissed, "She'd know for sure... at least you have one!"

Abby shook her head violently and whispered back "But I smell like spunk! And what if it, like, drips down my leg while I'm in there with her?"

"Ok, fine, I'll do it, but... you gotta wash me off real quick!"

"Huh?" she responded, not sure what her meant, and glancing toward the sink.

"Like, you gotta suck all the jizz, off of my dick! And your juices."

Abby looked at him, and muttered, "You're nasty. You're lucky I can be nasty too!"

She turned around and dropped to her knees and took Alan's flagging cock into her mouth. It tasted, just how she expected it would, like pussy and jizz.

It also began hardening again as she licked all the residue off and swallowed it.

At the same time, Abby could feel the excess sperm sliding out of her well-used hole. She savored the tastes on her tongue, but her mind was on the feeling of the cum inside her. The knowledge that she might have just gotten impregnated, by Alan, of all people.

After a minute, Alan started pulling his pants back up, then he scuttled down the hallway to gather a few onesies for Carrol to choose between.

"Ala-an!" she called out, "Walter's getting cold! Where are you?"

Alan burst in with the onesies, "Sorry, I--" he looked at his dear wife. "I got sidetracked, here are a couple options, I'm making some tea, do you want some?" he asked quickly handing her the clothing and starting to turn to the door.

"Oh, um. Sure, I'd take some tea... in a minute. Can you help me get him dressed?" Carrol asked impatiently. She could tell Alan was being weird, but she couldn't put her finger on it. He sure seemed interested in being not there.

Alan quickly and nervously leaned in to assist. "Oh, that stinks!" he remarked, making a disturbed face, but secretly being relieved at having some aromatic cover for his own incriminating scent. "I'll get this diaper changed and then I'll get his dressed... you just stay there and relax. I got this."

Alan took their son over to the changing table and proceeded to give those not-yet-chubby little thighs some much needed tickles before he set to removing the soiled diaper...

Somehow, Alan had avoided detection. As he calmed down, he felt a little more natural. He was able to set Walter up doing some tummy time while he made tea for himself and Carrol.

Then, once the infant had tired himself out and was going down for a nap, Alan excused himself to go shower and change.

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That night, Alan had difficulty sleeping.

He kept on replaying his adventure in the kitchen in his mind. On the one hand, he felt really guilty about cheating on Carrol, and taking advantage of her little sister like that... but... "No, wait, she seduced me!" he thought to himself as he laid in bed next to a snoring Carrol.

That train of thought didn't help. "It doesn't matter whether it was her idea or not. I know better. And she should... But she's only 23, and who knows what crazy ideas she's got in her head... I should have nipped that in the bud!"

On the other hand, "God that was hot!" Alan felt his dick harden at the thought of finishing inside Abby's hot little cunt. "She said she was safe, right?"

He wrapped a hand around his erection and gave it a squeeze, feeling it grow in his grasp. Then, Alan glanced over at his snoring wife once more, and turned to spoon with her. She made an appreciative noise and snuggled into him, pinning his dick against his thigh with her butt. But she continued to slumber.

Alan reached around her to cup one of her boobs in his hand, but was rebuffed, as she shifted her arm into his way and made a little unhappy grunt before she fell back asleep.

"Oh well..." he sighed to himself and rolled back onto his back so he could stroke his meat lazily as he remembered the look on Abby's face when he first walked in on her while she was topless, and then he remembered the look on her face as she looked at him over her shoulder... smiling and staring at him, looking victorious and mischievous, with her eyes wide open as she felt him twitching inside her.

Alan got close to finishing in his hand, but he didn't want to make a mess in bed next to Carrol, so he stopped just short, and tried to think about something else as he drifted off to a fitful sleep.

~° ~° ~° ~°

At the same time, Abby laid in her bed, wide awake and diddling herself. She could still feel that the consistency of the liquids inside her was different from usual. "Definitely still some traces of semen" she thought to herself, bringing her finger out for a sniff, and then a taste. "Yup! Tots still some sperm up in this bitch!"

She got a little nervous, then, thinking about if she actually might get pregnant from that. She hoped she would, but it also terrified her. What a commitment! Pregnant for nine months and then months of dealing with an infant... as she could see with her nephew... not to mention years of parenthood.

Oh, but that sounded better than working a job. And surely somebody would support her. If she couldn't find a husband who would be willing to support her and a kid too, she figured she could probably live at home forever and her parents would help with childcare so long as she still worked part time.

"Whatever... I want a baby. They wouldn't let me or a grandkid starve, no matter what, who says I need to have a dad in my life... heh Alan could be super helpful without anyone suspecting... right?"

Abby fell asleep with a smile on her lips, a finger in her pussy, sperm in her womb, and dreams of motherhood in her head.

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The next morning, when Abby arrived, Alan immediately noticed something felt different. It wasn't just that he and Abby had crossed a line the day before... no, she was wearing makeup!

And her outfit was definitely... sexier.

"Oh god," he thought, his stomach dropping at the realization, but his dick hardening at the thought, "yesterday won't be a one-time thing!" He knew he wouldn't have the self control, so long as Carrol was denying him his carnal pleasures with her, and Abby was foisting herself on him... "Oh boy, this could get tricky fast!"

But, as soon as the two found themselves alone together while Carrol nursed the baby, Abby's eyes darted back and forth and the winked at Alan.

"Do you think you can finish before they do?" she asked in a hushed voice.

Alan just nodded. He was already rock hard, anticipating that something like this might happen.

"You can finish inside me again," she cooed, "I liked that."

She did not need to tell him twice.

This time, Alan wanted to see her body underneath him. He led her to the bathroom farthest away from where Carrol was tending to Walter.

There, he peeled her clothing off, leaving her completely naked. He merely dropped his pants and underwear to his ankles.

The two began to kiss, as he fondled her chest, and she began to jerk his burgeoning erection.

Alan was so turned on that his cock felt like a rock in her hand, with enough liquid at the tip that it began making a clicking noise with each stroke.

Alan reached down and cupped Abby's warm, fuzzy pussy with one hand and pulled her close to him by the small of her back by the other. Then, he slid a finger into her wet cleft and began to distribute the liquid that leaked from her opening, pushing it around her folds and eliciting a little whimper of anticipation.

Ok, they were both ready.

Alan turned Abby around, and stood right behind her, just like he had the day before. But this time, there was a mirror in front of them. He could see her naked body, from head to knee, in the reflection.

So could she.

They both watched as he embraced her from behind. His hands groped at her soft tits as he pressed his cock into the small of her back and leaned over her shoulder to nibble on her ear.

They both watched as his arms snaked down the trunk of her body, where his fingers converged on the neatly, and freshly, trimmed triangle of silky pubic hair. He deftly pressed on her pubic mound in a way that brought out a small sigh of pleasure, while also making her lips pooch open, showing a hint of her glistening, dark pink interior.

Abby pushed back against his hands, grinding her clit against his calloused fingertips. She even rose up on her tiptoes, both for more pressure on her mound, and for better alignment.

Alan understood, and was immediately pressing up into her.

They both watched as his long cock disappeared between her puffy pussy lips.

They both failed to suppress their groans completely.

"I'm so glad we don't need a condom." Alan whispered into Abby's ear. "You feel amazing!"

Abby didn't respond beyond lowering her feet down a bit and leaning forward to more comfortably accommodate his penetration.

With that, the two of them watched as he pushed himself inside her again and again.

Alan watched Abby's tits jiggle and sway in the mirror as he pounded her. He could feel her tight, slick twat enveloping his eager cock as he pressed into her, and then he could also feel it gripping him as he pulled back out, ready to plunge into her again.

"Ungh..." Alan groaned, as he felt his orgasm coming on. He locked eyes with Abby's reflection and paused his thrusting, his cock about half way into her.

Abby looked back at Alan in the mirror as she pressed against him with her weight, sliding down his cock and impaling herself on him. Then she felt him start twitching inside her, as he grunted once more.

Alan and Abby gazed into each other's eyes as he throbbed his potent juices into her fertile body once again.

Only afterwards did Abby notice how flushed her face was, and how disheveled her hair was.

But Abby was proud of herself--she had taken a second load of hot cum from Alan in two days! She figured she had a really good chance of getting pregnant from this, but just to make sure, she was going to make sure she kept as much cum in her as long as possible.

Abby reached down and cupped Alan's balls, then gave the base of his cock a good squeeze to get any last drops of semen out. Then, as Alan pulled out, she tried her best to catch his cum in her hand, ostensibly to keep it off the floor.

"I should clean up. Can I shower first?" she asked, motioning to the shower behind them.

Alan nodded and began getting dressed, not noticing how carefully Abby was collecting his cum.

Once her left, Abby laid down on her back and pushed her hips up into a bridge position, before thoroughly massaging her handful of Alan's spunk back into herself. She pushed her fingers deep into her creamy pussy and pumped them in and out, working the semen deeper and deeper into her recesses with each stroke.

She had been teetering on the edge of an orgasm since Alan started rutting in her, but she hadn't actually crossed over yet. But she was so close.

Abby set to work vigorously rubbing her left hand in little circles around her tingling love button while she continued pumping her right hand in and out of her cummy snatch, whipping it up into a frothy little mess while she rubbed her G-spot with her knuckles.

Abby finally reached her toe-curling, leg spasming, vaginal throbbing, cervix trembling, heart-pounding orgasm.

She sprawled out, completely spent, on the bathroom floor, and laid there for a few more minutes, catching her breath, and fantasizing about the army of sperm that was no doubt performing their mission.

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Abby proudly walked out of the clinic with the sonogram image texted right to her phone. She was 13 weeks pregnant, and all the measurements looked great!

Her mom was right there beside her the whole time for support, and was holding off with any questions for the time being. But she couldn't help but wonder how Abby had gotten pregnant, and who the father could possibly be.

Thankfully, she didn't even have the tiniest suspicion that it could be Alan.

Neither would Carrol.

Alan was going to be surprised!

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