18 comments/ 147880 views/ 31 favorites Love Child By: jessy19 Chelsea Atkinson cleaned out her locker with a smile. It was finally the last week of high school and summer was going to start soon. Graduation would be in three days and she felt excitement knowing she'd be heading off to college soon. "Chelsea! Don't forget your baby pictures!" Ramona, Chelsea's best friend yelled out. "Yeah I have to look for some. My parents said they didn't get to take too many baby pictures of me. I'm going to have to dig them up." "Alright then, I'll see you tomorrow," Ramona called out as she walked away. Chelsea headed off home. She usually saw her mother when she was home but this time her mother wasn't anywhere to be found. "Mom?" Chelsea called out looking around the house. The small Spanish style home was empty and Chelsea could almost hear her own echo. She decided that this would be a good time to search for her baby picture. She didn't want an embarrassing picture since all her classmates and her classmate's parents would be looking at the slide show of the student's baby pictures. She headed up to the attic where she knew her parents kept most of their old belongings. The attic was dusty and felt humid. She turned on the light and gasped not knowing where to start looking for her baby pictures. The room was full of cardboard boxes and plastic bags. "Oh God, where do I start? She asked herself. She began rummaging through box after box. Some of them were labeled and some were not. She then heard noise downstairs and knew her mother was home. She decided she'd look for the pictures later. She went downstairs and greeted her mother who was getting herself a glass of water. "Hey mom, I was just up in the attic looking for some baby pictures of me." Wendy, Chelsea's mom, gulped. "Oh? Oh yes that's right. You need them for a slide show this Friday right?" "Yes that's right, but mom, we have so much junk up there I don't even know where to begin!" Wendy laughed. "Don't worry I'll help you honey. First I really need to go buy some groceries for tonight. You want to come with me?" Chelsea smiled. "Yes! As long as you buy something good to eat tonight." Wendy raised a brow. "Good to eat? Like what?" Chelsea's eyes wandered. "Hmmm like…your famous chicken enchiladas that you make!" Wendy groaned. "Oh honey those take too much time. Plus your father should be home soon and I might not have time to get it all done." Chelsea did a pouty face. "Please? I know daddy will wait and besides, I'll be leaving soon for college and then I will hardly be able to eat your delicious food!" Wendy laughed. "Oh Ok! You always know how to convince me." * * * At the grocery store, Wendy went buying all the ingredients for the enchiladas, while Chelsea stood in the magazine section reading the latest issue of Cosmo. She was getting into an article about flirting, when she noticed someone staring at her. She slowly raised her head and saw an older man and woman, probably in their early 60's or so staring at her. Chelsea felt almost as if it was déjà vu. She felt she knew these folks or had met them sometime. Their eyes were piercing at her and she felt almost uncomfortable. She smiled at them and they looked away whispering something to each other. Chelsea put her magazine away and headed off to look for her mother. Wendy was getting the grated cheese when Chelsea came up from behind. "Are you almost done?" "Yes I am. What's wrong?" Chelsea looked around as if she was going to tell Wendy a secret. "Mom, there was this elderly couple looking at me strangely just a while ago. Do I have something on my face or what?" Wendy laughed. "No you don't have anything on your face." "Well then, I don't understand why they were staring at me. I am so serious mom, their eyes were glued to me!" "Oh Chelsea it's all your imagination honey." "No it's not! Mom I just go so freaked out! I just want to get out of here." "Alright no need to be frightened. We are leaving." Chelsea sighed and both women walked to the check out line. Chelsea's eyes wandered the entire store to make sure she didn't run into these folks again. Something about the way they kept looking at her made her feel so strange. After finishing bagging the food and paying, Wendy and Chelsea made their way to the parking lot. Wendy was busy opening up the car trunk and that's when Chelsea looked up and saw the same elderly couple standing only a few feet away looking at her. "Mom!" Chelsea whispered. "What?" Wendy asked putting one grocery bag in the trunk. "That's them." "Who?" "The folks that were staring at me!" Wendy was about to turn around when Chelsea stopped her. "Don't make it obvious mom! Just casually turn and pretend your looking all around." Wendy rolled her eyes and turned slowly. Chelsea saw her mother's face turn white as a ghost. Wendy quickly turned away and continued to put the groceries up. "They are pretty freaky huh mom?" Chelsea asked. "Chelsea, get in the car please. I'm going to go put the cart away." Chelsea shrugged and got into the car. She turned on the engine and rolled the windows down. She was about to put on the stereo, when she heard some voices. It sounded like an argument. Chelsea looked in the rearview mirror and saw her mother talking to the elderly couple. She could hardly make out the words her mother was saying but she only managed to catch a few. "You kicked us out a long time ago. Leave us alone. We don't need you!" That was all Chelsea could hear her mother say. Did she know these folks? Chelsea was about to get out of the car, but then stayed seated as soon as she saw her mother walking back. Wendy got in the car saying nothing. She turned on the car stereo and put it low. Chelsea eyed her mother. "Mom? What was that about? Did you really tell them to leave me alone? Do you know them?" "I might know them. Let's not talk about this right now Chelsea. We need to get home." Chelsea didn't argue she just stayed silence. She could see fear and sadness mixed in her mother's green eyes. Wendy looked straight into the road and didn't talk all the way home, which was very unusual. * * * Chelsea helped her mother make the chicken enchiladas, while Wendy cooked the Spanish rice. Her mother hadn't spoken much since they gotten back. Chelsea felt so confused but yet she was scared to ask Wendy about what had happened back at the grocery story that afternoon. Later on, Chelsea heard her father, pulling up to the driveway. "Dad's home," Chelsea said softly. Wendy just nodded and continued to cook. Chelsea went out to the living room to greet her father. He walked in carrying his briefcase. He'd become a successful lawyer just like he always wanted to be. "Hey dad," Chelsea said smiling at her father and hugging him. Samuel Atkinson kissed his daughter on the cheek. "Hey sweetie. Where's mommy? Mmm wait a second something smells really good!" Chelsea laughed. "Yeah I got her to make those chicken enchiladas you and I love." "That's just a perfect ending to a perfect day." They both walked back into the kitchen together and Chelsea's smile disappeared when she noticed her mother had been crying. "Wendy? Are you ok honey?" Samuel asked his wife. Wendy just nodded without saying anything. Chelsea put her hand on her mother's shoulder. "Mom what's wrong? Please talk to me." Wendy wiped her tears. "Chelsea, I need to talk to your father alone please." Chelsea felt so confused but left the kitchen quietly. She sat in the living room hoping to hear what her mother was saying. Ever since the incident at the grocery store, her mother had been sad and angry. She'd been very quiet cooking, which was unusual for her. Wendy was usually a very upbeat and happy person. "I couldn't believe it myself but it was them! They've got some nerve!" Chelsea heard Wendy whisper. "Maybe they changed their minds, maybe they want to be part of our lives again," Samuel went on. Chelsea tried to listen harder but the voices got lower and it was hard to hear anything anymore. She turned on the TV and waited until dinner was ready to be served. At the dinner table, there was an awkward and unfamiliar silence. Chelsea kept trying to keep a conversation going but it was almost impossible when all her parents would say were things like "yeah," "oh really," "that's great." * * * That night, Chelsea lay in bed thinking of all the events that happened earlier. There had to be something, some kind of story behind those folks she'd seen earlier at the grocery store. The way the woman looked at her was not a cold stare but a warm, caring stare. The man also had the same caring eyes and sweet smile. She only hoped her mother would tell her what was going on. It wasn't like Wendy to keep secrets from her. * * * The next day after school, Chelsea went up to the attic again to search for the baby pictures for her graduation ceremony. Wendy was still at work since she taught fifth grade at the local elementary school. Chelsea continued to rummage through old boxes finding nothing but old Christmas, Halloween and New Years' decorations. "Oh great, how in the world am I ever going to find anything in all this mess?" She asked herself. Just then, from the corner of her eyes she saw a small chest under a few cardboard boxes. She had a feeling that her pictures might be in there. Getting up from the floor she walked towards the small cherry wood chest and took the other cardboard boxes off. She grabbed the small, but heavy chest and sat back down on the floor. As she opened it, her eyes widened and she smiled. There were tons of pictures of her mother and father when they were younger. Wendy had told Chelsea that she'd been in love with Samuel since she was almost a child. Chelsea now understood seeing the pictures that had her mother and her father as teens at the beach, roller-skating, and at the park having a picnic. They looked so much in love in the pictures as they did now. Chelsea smiled and stared at the pictures, which were slowly beginning to fade. She dug deeper into the chest and found more pictures. Finally she had come across some of her baby pictures. She'd found a few pictures her father took of her mother when Chelsea was still inside Wendy's belly. Her mother looked beautiful pregnant and she smiled so lovely for the camera. Chelsea began taking out more pictures and then noticed there was a book or diary at the bottom of the chest. She looked curiously and got it out. It was indeed a diary. Must have been Wendy's diary. She knew it was wrong to look, but she was curious about what her mother wrote about. "This is all the past anyway, besides, mom won't know I read this. I'll never tell her." Chelsea said to herself. She slowly opened up the journal and couldn't wait to read her mother's juicy details. She knew Wendy had a secret or two. As she began to read her mind got lost in the diary. May 16, 19851> – said the first entry. Dear Diary, I saw Chris McDowell today and I know he wanted to talk to me, but I was rushing to get home because I knew Samuel would be home that day from college. Ever since he'd left for college, my heart had felt so empty… Chelsea sighed and held the diary against her chest. "Oh mom was really in love." She smiled and continued to read on. May 17, 1985 Dear Diary, Samuel and I got to spend some time alone today. He'd brought me a charm bracelet for my eighteenth birthday, since he hadn't been home to celebrate it last month. He asked me to go for a swim with him this afternoon and I couldn't wait since mom and dad had left to work. Finally I was able to have him all to myself. Before we got into the pool, I couldn't help but stare at Samuel. He took off his t-shirt slowly and my heart raced. His body was so gorgeous. It was strange having these strong feelings for him but I couldn't help myself. I was in love, it was wrong but I couldn't help myself. I felt almost shy to show off my body in a bikini for the first time. I had always been insecure about my body but I saw Samuel's eyes light up when I took off my long t-shirt. I felt myself blushing and wondered if he felt the same way I did. We dove into the cool water that early morning and splashed around like kids. I told Samuel how much I had missed him and suddenly I found myself crying. Crying because I couldn't just yell out how much I was in love with him….. Chelsea was puzzled. What could have been so forbidden about their love? She had to continue reading. "Are you ok Wendy?" He asked me coming wiping the tears off my face. "Y-yes," I said almost choking in my own tears. "No you're not. Tell me. What's wrong?" He asked cupping my face and making me stare into his beautiful blue eyes. "I've missed you…I've missed you so much," I sobbed. "I've missed you too sis. But please don't cry. I'm home now." He put his arms around me and held me close. Our hearts were pounding together as he pressed his body against mine. He took another look at me and I knew there was no turning back. I had to tell him. It was now or never. "Sam, I-I….oh god!" The words were so hard to say! "What? Tell me Wendy." "I love you," I finally blurted out. He licked his lips and didn't hesitate to press his lips against mine. I gasped, barely able to breathe as his lips touched mine. It was like a dream come true. Finally, I was able to kiss my brother, the one and only man I had ever loved. I felt his tongue gliding on my lips. My lips parted so naturally inviting his tongue in my mouth. Our tongues caressed against one another, as we got lost in this passionate kiss. Samuel lifted me up carrying me in the water. I wrapped my legs around him and continued to kiss him and him how much I was in love with him. He broke out kiss, leaving me aching for more. "Oh Wendy, I love you so much baby. I think I always have." "I've always loved you. It feels so good to tell you!" Wendy cooed. He smiled and took me into his arms again, giving me yet another sensual long wet kiss. My toes curled and never felt happier in my entire life. Sam broke our kiss again and stared into my eyes. "I think it's a bit too hot out here don't you?" I nodded knowing what he wanted. He led me out of the pool wrapping a big towel around both of our bodies. Once again he pressed his body against mine. His lips trailed down my jaw line and down to my neck. His lips brushed against my skin making me want him more than ever. "I want to be with you Wendy. I want to be with you…like a guy would want to be with his girlfriend." My heart pounded. "You do?" "Yes, but only if you want the same thing. Baby, I would never force you not to do something you didn't want." "I do want this. I want you. I love you!" I shrieked and reached up to kiss him. We went into the house, which was quiet, nice and cool. Sam and I walked hand in hand upstairs to his room. He closed the door and I stood silent for a moment waiting for the most precious moment of my life to happen. His bedroom window was open so the sunlight crept into the room letting us get a wonderful view of one another. He put his hands on my shoulders and slowly moved them around me. I felt him tugging at my bikini top until it came loose. I closed my eyes for a moment as my top fell to the floor. I was scared since I had never let any boy see my breasts before. I knew they were small, especially for being eighteen years old. I tried to cover myself up but Sam took my hands off my chest. "Don't do that Wendy. Oh my god sis you are so beautiful. You have beautiful breasts." I blushed. I wanted him to touch me but he just stared for what seem to be forever. I felt a hot rush flow through my entire body when his hands reached up to touch my breasts. He touched me so gently running his fingers on my hard nipples. I couldn't help but moan. "You like that baby?" He asked. "Uh huh." I muttered hoping he wouldn't stop. His fingers then pinched my nipples getting me so excited. He teased my nipples with his fingers for a moment and then leaned down to tantalize me with his mouth! Oh god his mouth felt so good on my hard nipples. His warm saliva coated my nipples as he moved his tongue in circles. "Oh Sam!" I cooed captivated by his love. My arms were wrapped around him while he continued to tease me with his mouth. He took turns sucking on each nipple making me hotter. His hands ran up and down my back slowly putting me at ease. After a few minutes of sensual torture, he looked up at me and kissed me softly. "I want to be inside of you Wendy. I know that's wrong, but I love you so much." "I love you too. With all of my heart!" He said nothing else. Instead, he lifted me up, easily picking me up and laid me on his bed. I stared up at him while he began to take his swimming trunks off. I wanted to stare at his cock but I was too shy. I'd never seen a man's cock, at least not in real life. Magazines and movies don't count until you really see one in person. He climbed on the bed with me kissing me passionately once again. His lips soon left mine and moved down my chin, to my neck and then slowly to my chest. My heart raced when I realized he wasn't stopping at my chest. He continued slithering his tongue down to my tummy. I felt him grab the sides of my bikini bottom and began to tug on it. I lifted my body up slightly giving him access to remove my bottom. It wasn't long before I was completely naked. We both were. He got up and grabbed my legs sliding me down to the edge of the bed. He got on his knees, and being the naïve girl I was, I had no idea what a wonderful treat my brother had for me. He put his head between my legs. I captured his warm breath, as he got closer to my pussy. The slight touch of his lips made me jolt. Never in my life had I felt anything so beautiful. His tongue then slowly began to lick my sensitive clit. I spread my legs wider and moaned. He stopped for a second and looked up at me. "Sis, sit up a bit. I want you to watch me taste you. Please." I did as he said and raised my body up slightly until I could see him between my legs. He went back to pleasuring me. His hands spread my lips open and he vigorously licked me. His eyes met mine as we stared at each other in that wonderful moment. I watched his tongue flick on my swollen clit until I couldn't take it anymore. A rush of ecstasy went through my entire body. I let myself fall back on the bed barely able to moan from the intense pleasure but soon enough I moaned louder than ever as I exploded on my brother's mouth. I felt my juices ooze out and heard him drinking me up. My body was still as my heart raced. I lay trying to recover from my incredible orgasm. I could feel Sam's lips still wrapped around my clit until he finally released my aching clit. Sam got back up and wiped his mouth rushing to kiss me. I could taste my own pussy in my brother's mouth. Our tongues pressed against one another mixing our saliva and my juices in our mouths. "Oh my God! I came! I came so hard!" I gasped. "You sure did. You looked so beautiful climaxing. I promise to make you cum like that more often." I blushed and pulled him closer to me. "I need you to make love to me," I said to him. The words came out so naturally. He touched my face and nodded. "I want to make love to you. Are you a virgin sis?" "Yes." He smiled. "I love you Wendy." "And I love you. Now show me how much you love me." He laughed softly and stood back up. He put my legs around his waist and then aimed his cock for my tight entrance. I knew sex the first time would hurt, but I knew Sam would make the experience amazing for me. The sharp pain of his cock trying to enter me was excruciating. I shut my eyes tight and Sam reached down rubbing my tummy and whispering comforting words. Love Child [June 1951 -- Pittsburgh, PA] The final bell of the school year rang. My best friend Ricky and I jumped up and raced out the door, with the traditional schoolboy chant. "No more classrooms, no more books, no more teachers' dirty looks!" Ricky turned to me and grinned. "Guess what, Timmy? When school starts again, we'll be seniors. We'll finally be on the top of the totem pole!" I grinned back. "Right on, Ricky! I can't wait!" When I got home, there was an air of excitement in the house. "I have some big news, Tim," my mother said. "Your dad got a big promotion at work. He also got a transfer -- we're moving to New York City!" I gulped. "When?" My father smiled. "In a month, we'll be in the Big Apple. I know it's tough for you, but don't worry. The schools in New York are quite good." [September 1951 -- New York City, Samuel J. Tilden High School] "Hello, class," Mrs. Rollins called out. "Welcome to another year of school! You are all seniors, so make your last year a good one. And we have a new student among us! Timmy, stand up." I stood up and waved awkwardly to the class. "Try to make him feel welcome, all right?" I knew that wasn't going to happen. The school's cliques had long since formed. I was an interloper, a newbie, and resigned myself mentally to a year of loneliness. The good thing was that the students seemed nice. They weren't going to pick on me or torment me; they were merely going to ignore me. I decided I could live with that. I sat on a bench outside to eat my lunch, in the shade of a tall tree. The weather was glorious, with a cloudless day and a light breeze to provide a bit of cooling from the warmth of the sun. I took a deep breath and decided that I was happy to be here, breathing the air and feeling at one with the world. Then I looked around me and saw a girl sitting by herself, on a bench near me. She was a slim, pretty looking blonde. I wondered why she was by herself. I finished my lunch and walked over to her. She looked up at my approach. "I'm Timmy," I said by way of introduction. "I'm the new kid in town, my dad just got transferred here. What is your name?" I extended my hand for a shake. "I'm Ellen," she responded, shaking my hand. "I've lived here all my life. Nice to meet you." "Why are you sitting alone out here?" I inquired. "I'm not very popular," Ellen said. "Never mind why. What does your father do for a living?" We talked for the rest of lunch. It turned out that Ellen was in one of my afternoon classes -- a literature class that was required to graduate. Like a lot of solitary people, Ellen loved books. And like me, she had just turned 18. The next day, she and I met for lunch again. "What's your favorite book?" I asked her. "I'm partial to Shakespeare," she replied. "My favorite play is A Midsummer Night's Dream. What about yourself, Timmy?" "I like Sir Gawain and the Green Knight," I responded. "The hero is a bit imperfect, flawed, so very human, but still heroic." After a pleasant conversation, I had a suggestion. "I think you're very pretty," I told Ellen. "Why don't you come over to my house at some point and meet my family? You could stay for dinner." Momentarily, Ellen's eyes brimmed with tears. She blinked them away, but her voice still had a quiver in it. "I'd like that a lot, Timmy. Thank you." It took a few days to work out the details, but the next Friday, I found myself walking home holding Ellen's hand. The chemistry between us just seemed natural. I wasn't sure if we were friends or boyfriend/girlfriend and I didn't really care: Ellen was simply awesome to be around, and for the moment, that's all that mattered. "Hello," my mother said with a smile. "You must be Ellen. Timmy's told me so much about you." "Delighted to meet you," Ellen said shakily. She seemed nervous and on the verge of crying. My father strolled into the room. "Is this Ellen?" he said with a grin. "My son can't stop talking about you, young lady. It seems you occupy his thoughts all the time." Ellen blushed. I thought her flushed cheeks made her look even prettier than normal. "I understand you just moved to New York," she said. My father smiled. "Yes. I got a promotion at work. Now why don't you two sit down and relax? Dinner will be ready shortly." When we were seated on the couch, Ellen leaned her head against my shoulder. "Your parents are really nice," she said. She smiled, but tears again seemed to be brimming just behind her eyes. I put my arm around her. "I'm glad they like you," I replied. "I think you're very nice, too." Ellen fell silent. She nestled closer against me and I hugged her tighter. We stayed that way for a few minutes, enjoying our snuggle. "Dinnertime," my mother announced. Ellen and I proceeded to the table. My mother had outdone herself: a savory beef stew, green beans, mashed potatoes, and her special salad. Plus an apple pie that was cooling in the kitchen for dessert: the luscious aroma wafted into the dining room. Ellen polished off her plate, including a second helping of stew, and had two pieces of pie. My mom was positively beaming. "I'm glad you like my cooking," she said with a smile. "I'm not used to this much food," Ellen said. "My..." She stopped in mid-sentence and a panicked look flitted across her face for a moment. She took a deep breath and resumed. "At home, the cupboards are pretty bare," Ellen concluded. "Then I'm glad we could give you a hearty meal," my father said. "I'd better go," Ellen said. "Thank you for the dinner, but it's a long walk home for me. I don't want to be out too late. It was wonderful to meet you." "I could give you a ride back," my father offered. "Oh, no thank you," Ellen replied. "I don't want to impose. You must be tired after working all week." The next few weeks seemed to settle into a pattern: every Friday, Ellen would walk home with me and have dinner with my family. She would always walk back to her home, refusing offers of a ride. We continued to snuggle on the couch, and I even kissed her on the cheek a few times. I wondered why she seemed so sad beneath her veneer of cheerfulness. "Ellen," I said one day, "what's bothering you? You seem... burdened." "Don't worry yourself about it, Timmy," she responded. "I'm happy when I'm with you. You're very nice." "You're nice too, Ellen," I replied. "I want you to be happy all the time, not just when you're with me. Is something wrong?" Ellen shook her head. "Nothing." But I knew she wasn't telling the whole truth. Her eyes, as usual, brimmed with tears just beneath the surface when she saw my parents and how happy our family was. "Why don't we go over to your house next Friday?" I said during the dinner-table conversation. "My mom can make some food and I can bring it with me, since you mentioned food is in short supply at your home." "That's a great idea," my mom said approvingly. "Then you and your parents can have a square meal. You look malnourished, Ellen." "Um..." Ellen said. "I... I'm not sure..." "Oh, relax," I smiled. "I'm sure I'll get along famously with your mom and dad." I thought Ellen's face was going to crack and she'd release a flood of tears, but with a supreme effort she regained control of her emotions. "Thank you," she managed. "Are you sure you want to do this, Timmy?" Ellen asked as I took her hand in mine the next Friday. "It's a long walk." I tucked the package of food my mom had made up the night before securely under my left arm and smiled. "I'm sure, Ellen," I responded. We began walking hand-in-hand, chatting away. I tried to count the blocks. Five... ten... fifteen... and eventually I stopped trying to count. "Ellen," I said, "where exactly do you live?" "We're almost there," she said. We were in a very dilapidated-looking area. Another block, and Ellen pointed at an apartment building that looked like it should have been condemned years ago. We walked up the rickety staircase to the fourth floor. "These walls haven't been painted since LaGuardia was mayor," I said, trying to make light of things. Ellen didn't even crack a smile. She keyed open a door and I stepped inside a tiny apartment. "Hello," said a friendly voice. "Timmy, this is my mother, Mabel," Ellen said. "Mabel, this is Timmy." "I've heard a lot about you," Mabel grinned. "My daughter seems to dote on you." "I think she's pretty special," I replied, handing Mabel the food I had brought. "Or was that pretty and special?" Ellen blushed. "Is your husband working late?" I politely inquired, directing my gaze to Mabel. Ellen finally lost control and burst into tears. I wrapped her in my arms while Mabel answered. "I don't have a husband. The man who got me pregnant... he promised to marry me, but then one day he was gone. Ellen wasn't born yet." "That's why you're an outcast at school," I said to Ellen. "Someone found out. Well, guess what. I don't care. You're still just as wonderful." "The one bedroom is mine," Ellen said through her tears. "Mom sleeps on the couch, then works all day as a maid." She dragged me into the bedroom and closed the door. "Dinner in 30 minutes," Mabel called out as we vanished. "I need some time to rest." "You really don't care that I'm a... love child? A bastard?" Ellen whispered. "Not at all," I whispered back. "You're just... Ellen. I like you for who you are, not what you are or aren't." Ellen's raging emotions got the best of her. She pushed me down on the bed and kissed my lips. Hard. Surprised by her assault, I parted my lips and she slid her tongue inside my mouth, roughly. "Mmmmmppphhh," I grunted, unable to form words with Ellen's lip-lock on me. She finally broke away for air, allowing me to start gathering my wits. She gestured for me to lie down, and as I did so she lay next to me. Her arms wrapped around me and she pressed her body tightly against mine. "Do you really like me?" she purred. "Yes, Ellen," I replied. "Good," she responded in a whisper. "Timmy, I need more than just a hug right now." She unbuttoned her blouse and tugged down her bra, revealing her small, firm breasts with eraser-like nipples. I began to gently suckle on first one breast, then the other. Ellen wrapped her arms around my head, snuggling me against her chest. She let out a series of soft, barely audible moans. When Mabel called us in for dinner, Ellen quickly pulled her bra up and buttoned her blouse. "I've been wanting to do that for a while," she whispered, "but until you, I never had a boyfriend." Dinner, now that Ellen's secret was out, was actually very pleasant. Mabel couldn't believe that it didn't matter to me that Ellen was a love child. "I intend to make sure there's no repeat," I said. "If I father a child with Ellen, it will be after we're married." Ellen blushed. "Can we finish high school first before talking about marriage?" she replied. However, the twinkle I caught in her eyes let me know she didn't think poorly of the idea. The next Friday, I was back at Ellen's house, armed with an idea from my parents. When Mabel served out the food I had brought with me, I sprang it. "Mabel," I said, "my mom and dad want you and your daughter to move into our house. We have a perfectly suitable guest room. You'll be able to sleep in comfort." "That's very generous," Mabel replied. "Where would Ellen sleep?" "She can have my bed," I said. "I have a comfortable sleeping bag and plenty of space to stretch it out in my room. You two have done remarkable things, and you deserve better than this... squalor." It took several weeks to happen, but everything was arranged soon enough. I made my sleeping bag into a bed, complete with pillows, on the floor. The first night of the new arrangements, after the adults were resting, Ellen looked at me. "You really don't mind giving up your bed?" she asked. "You're worth it," I said. "Ellen, I really like you. You're a wonderful person and I intend to make you my wife." I hadn't intended to blurt out my feelings like that, but there it was. I had fallen completely in love with the pretty, blonde bastard child. Even though she had never seen her father, it made no difference to me. Ellen's eyes sparkled. "Come," she whispered, beckoning me towards the bed. I climbed into it and Ellen slipped her nightgown off, revealing her naked body in its glory. I removed my clothes and settled myself next to her. "Don't put it in," Ellen whispered in my ear. "That can wait until after our vows. But we can still have some fun. I've been waiting a long time for the right boy." "That would be me, I guess," I whispered back. Ellen nodded and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me tightly against her body. Our lips met for a long kiss, and our tongues twined until we had to break for air. "Remember," Ellen whispered, "be very quiet." I nodded. Her lips moved down my body, kissing my neck first and then my chest. I let out an indiscernibly soft moan when she began nibbling on my sensitive nipples. My body shuddered slightly under her ministrations. "Where'd you learn that?" I whispered. "I went through a bad phase about 3 years ago," Ellen replied in a low, muffled voice. "I fooled around with a high-school dropout in my apartment. He was about my age. He even put it in me a time or two, but I made him pull it out after a couple of minutes. I broke it off after 2 months. I didn't want to be like my mom, pregnant and without a father around for my child." "Oh," I murmured. "Sorry you went through that. What you're doing now feels good." Ellen smiled at me and continued kissing and nibbling my nipples. After my body shuddered a few more times, she began working her way downwards again, down my belly and to my upper thighs. Her tongue licked softly at the spot where my leg joined my trunk. "Mmmmmm," I murmured. Ellen's small hand wrapped gently around my rod and her tongue made its way to my balls. I felt my hips buck involuntarily in response. Ellen began slowly stroking me while working her tongue over my balls and the base of my shaft. I felt my body start to tense. "You're ready," Ellen purred. She slipped her mouth down over the head of my prick and stroked me while her tongue licked the sensitive bulb. I felt the explosion coming and stuffed my fist in my mouth to stifle a groan. I fired off jet after jet into Ellen's mouth. She swallowed it all with an effort. "What can I do in return?" I asked her quietly. "The same thing," Ellen purred. "Kiss down from the neck and lick between my legs." This was a lot different than the one hurried sexual experience I'd had before. The school slut in Pittsburgh had gone with me into the art supply room after school, lifted her skirt [revealing that she wasn't wearing panties] and bent over. I had rammed her cunt from behind and in 3 minutes it was over. I hadn't even seen her tits. I kissed Ellen's neck with tender care, lingering at the sensitive spot beneath her left ear. She moaned gently when my tongue traced small circles there. While I kissed her, my hands instinctively began gently caressing her flanks. Working my way downward, I kissed her upper chest. My tongue trailed into the hollow between Ellen's pert, firm breasts and I kissed the undersides of them before moving my way up. I gently began suckling on first one, then the other of her eraser-sized nipples, duplicating my performance at her house. Ellen's arms wrapped around me. "Don't stop," she whispered. I gave attention to her breasts for a decent interval before moving down her belly. I continued down and kissed her inner thighs, then licked gently where her legs attached to her torso. I moved to her slit. Not quite knowing where to start, I licked up and down along it. Ellen let out a soft moan. I could taste her sweet juices, as some of them had already leaked out. I explored further with my tongue and came across a hard little nub. "Rub that gently with your fingertip," Ellen whispered lustily, "while actually slipping your tongue inside me." I did as instructed. The more I rubbed and licked, the more sweetness came out and the tenser Ellen's legs, wrapped around my head, seemed to get. "Oh, my," Ellen purred. "I'm... going... to..." Her voice stopped and she issued a moan, muffled by her fist. A flood of juices hit me. I licked up as much of her nectar as I could reach. I looked at Ellen to se a smile from ear to ear. "Great job," she whispered. "Was that your first time... licking a girl?" I nodded. "You taste... wonderful." "Well, we'd better get to sleep," Ellen said softly, reaching for her nightgown. "But we can do this every night." "Good idea," I responded in a whisper, redressing myself as I spoke. After graduation, Ellen and I married at once. Since we already occupied the same room, the only change was that my parents removed the sleeping bag from the floor. "When you start a family," my father said, "you can have your own apartment. In the meantime, now you can sleep in the same bed." Ellen and I shared a secret glance and a silent laugh... how little did they know. My job with the company my father worked at wasn't as high paying as his, but a man has to start somewhere. I figured I'd do as he did and work my way up the food chain. The first night of being married, Ellen and I found ourselves in a very familiar spot. "Now we don't have to worry about noise," Ellen whispered with a suppressed giggle. "And you can put it in me. In fact, I would insist that you do so." I wrapped my arm around my bride and pulled her slim, naked body against my muscular one. "Kiss me, you fool," I replied. Her lips met mine in a long, passionate kiss. Our tongues probed so deeply that I thought hers would end up down my throat. When we broke for air, I moved my way down the familiar path to the valley between Ellen's breasts. "Oh, Timmy," Ellen moaned. "Your tongue feels so good!" From right outside the door came Mabel's voice. "Don't keep us all awake too long," she said with a giggle. I suckled gently on Ellen's nipples as her hand teased my rod into life. Her fingertips scraped gently over my stiffening shaft. I pulled her chest into me, wrapping my arms around Ellen and letting my hands caress her back and make their way to her small, firm rump. Ellen's sounds of pleasure encouraged me, so I squeezed her behind gently and let my mouth proceed to her slit. I licked along it until I could taste the juices leaking out of her. "Let's make a baby," Ellen purred. She lay down on her back with her legs spread invitingly. I slid in and began moving slowly, establishing a smooth rhythm. Ellen's radiant smile let me know I was making her happy. I continued to make long, languorous love to my wife as I leaned forward. Ellen's arms locked around me, and our lips met. I let her tongue again invade my mouth as our bodies merged. Her petite frame shivered beneath me. "I'm getting close," she whispered. "I want you to fill me, honey." I sped up the pace a little, and Ellen's legs locked around me. "Come on, Timmy," she moaned. "I want to have your baby." I felt her body spasm beneath me and I responded by firing off within her. Ellen's smile was all I needed to see. "We'll do that every night until we know for sure," Ellen purred, holding me close against her. "Works for me, love," I replied. Three months later, we were sure. We moved into a comfortable, though modest, 2-bedroom apartment, and in May 1953, our daughter Tamara joined the world. [Epilogue -- January 1969] "What's that?" I asked, pointing to a record in Tamara's hand as my daughter walked in the door. "It just arrived in the library," she replied. I looked at the record: "Motown 1130-1139." "Go ahead and put it on," I said. Ellen emerged from the kitchen to greet Tamara, and we listened. When the first side finished, Tamara flipped the record and inserted the needle to play song 1135. Love Child After the song was over, I moved over to the record and moved the needle to play it again. Ellen and I listened again, in a state of shock. "What's with you two?" our daughter asked, seeing the expressions on our faces. We struggled to retain our composure. "Nothing important," I said. "I'll go help your mother in the kitchen. Enjoy your record." My wife and I exchanged stunned looks. "That's... our song," I whispered. "To a `T', it describes us." "Especially me," she replied. "Don't worry about it. Kiss me." So I did. Love Child "Hold on for a minute Wendy. It's going to hurt baby, but if it hurts too much I can stop." I looked up at him. "No, don't stop. Keep going." He did and finally after some struggling, he managed to slide his cock in me. I felt my opening stretch little by little with each thrust of his cock. I had to remember this moment for the rest of my life. I was losing my virginity to my brother. He felt so wonderful inside of me. After a few minutes he leaned down and began pumping me harder and faster. We began to kiss as we made love. The pain vanished and I wanted my brother more than ever. I was becoming a woman, his woman. He pushed himself deeper inside of me until I felt an intense pain but shrugged it off. Sam looked into my eyes after that. His lips parted and he threw his head back. "Ahhhh oooh yeah! I'm c-cuming!" I had no idea what to expect until I felt his seed shooting deep inside. It was so warm spurting deep and hard. I watched him slow his rhythm until he grew soft inside of me. He let his cock slip out of my pussy and fell next to me on the bed. He gasped for air and sweat rolled down his face. I turned over to kiss him softly on the lips. "That was so….wow!" I said in a shaky voice. "Yes, it was. You were so tight Wendy. I can't believe how lucky I am to have you let me take your cherry." "I let you because you mean everything to me. What other guy can I ever love more?" "I hope no other guy. I hope I'm the only one for you." "You are." I kissed him. He slowly raised his body up and almost made me jump up when he gasped. "What? What is it?" I asked frantically. "Blood. There's blood." He said. "Yes of course. You popped my cherry." He blushed. "Oh I thought I had hurt you. I'd never want to hurt you." I put my arms around him and we held each other for what seemed to be forever. Chelsea put the diary down and gulped. "Oh my God! Mom and dad are brother and sister!" She said to herself. She got up and paced the room. She could stop reading or she could go on. She needed to know the truth about her past. Was she an incest child? She didn't know what to think for that moment. Hating her parents was one thing Chelsea could never do, no matter what the situation was. Her parents had been the most loving and caring parents any child could ever hope for. Chelsea eyed the journal and went to sit down to read it again. July 4, 1985 Dear Diary, I'm scared; I think I might be pregnant. I'm very late on my period and today I had my first morning sickness. Mom woke me up early to help her make some food for the barbeque for our Fourth of July dinner, and as soon as I smelled the food, I got very sick. Mom thinks it's the summer flu, but little does she know…. July 25, 1985 Dear Diary, It's official, I am pregnant. About eight weeks, according to Dr. Mayer. I didn't dare tell him it was Sam's baby, since he is our family doctor. I told Sam and instead of freaking out, he simply put his arms around me and said everything was going to be ok. We cried together, tears of joy. Chelsea felt tears run down her face as she continued to read. August 6,1985 Dear Diary, Sam will be leaving in a few more days back to college. We've decided to tell our parents tomorrow about our baby. I don't know what to expect from them, well I sort of do, but we can only hope for the best. It's not an easy situation for any parent. August 7, 1985 Dear Diary, This might be my last entry, at least for a while. As I expected, mom and dad were very upset about the pregnancy. They yelled at us, more at Sam saying he should have been more responsible. Basically, they've kicked me out and said they've disowned both Sam and I. Sam says he'll take me back to school with him so we could live together. Having a child will put a pause on our education at least for a while. Sam's getting a full-time job and going to school part-time to help support me. I love him with all of my heart. November 16, 1985 Dear Diary, I'm back, sorry it's been so long. So much has happened to me. I've got a big belly that holds my brother's baby. It's the most wonderful thing in the world. I already know it's going to be a girl. I'd always dreamed of my first child being a girl. Everywhere I go in this small college town, everyone smiles at me and congratulates me. Sam proudly holds my hand as we walk down the streets. He's proud to be the father of my soon to be born child. At night, he rubs my belly and tells me how much he loves me. I love being pregnant. On the sad note, mom and dad have not talked to us. We've tried calling, but they always hang up. I hope they give in soon and realize they are going to have a beautiful grandbaby. February 23, 1986 Dear Diary, I finally got some time to write to you again. What can I say? I told you I was going to have a baby girl. She's beautiful. I named her Chelsea. Right know as I write to you, she's peacefully sleeping. Sam has been working overtime to get me whatever our baby needs. Mom and dad did not come to my delivery. They said awful things about my daughter. I don't hate them, I never will. One day, I still hope they will accept Sam and I being in love. For now we enjoy our little girl and I promise to be a good mother to her. At least I will try my hardest. One day she will have to know the truth about her parents. It will not be easy, but she needs to know. Hopefully she will understand. Chelsea closed the diary and sobbed softly. She couldn't believe it. It felt as if she were dreaming. "I still love you," she said to herself. Chelsea took a deep breath and wiped her tears off her face. She knew what she had to do. Grabbing her baby pictures, she headed back downstairs. * * * Chelsea drove around the small college town for a while until she spotted someone familiar. The elderly couple sat in a park bench sipping on water and enjoying the afternoon. Chelsea parked her car and slowly walked towards them. The elderly couple froze for a moment watching her getting closer to them. "Hi," Chelsea said casually. She saw the woman's brown eyes widened. "H-hello," the man spoke out. "I believe you already know who I am right?" Chelsea questioned. The woman didn't reply. Instead, she began to cry. The man comforted his wife. Chelsea's heart broke. She didn't hate her grandparents. She had to understand how they must have felt discovering their children were in love with each other. "Don't cry grandma," Chelsea whispered. The woman wiped her tears and stood up. She put her arms around Chelsea. "I'm sorry honey. I'm so sorry for everything." Chelsea held her grandmother and her grandfather approached her. He put his arms around her as well. "I understand. Just know I do not hate you. I'm glad you are trying to get back to your children's lives. And even though they are adults, they still need you both." "We know. We know we can't make up for all the years of pain we've caused Sam and Wendy, but we want to try." "It's never too late grandpa. I'll tell you what. Come by the house tonight. You and my parents have a lot to talk about." "We couldn't do that. They hate us." "No they don't. They would never hate you." "Ok we'll be there, but don't be surprised if they kick us out." Chelsea's grandfather said. "Believe me they won't. I will make sure of it." * * * Later that evening, after dinner, Chelsea looked at the living room clock nervously waiting for the arrival of her grandparents. Sam and Wendy joined her in the living room to watch some TV. The doorbell rang a few minutes later, and Chelsea stood up. "I'll get it," she said cheerfully. Sam and Wendy were in a conversation when suddenly their faces turned pale as they saw their parents standing before them. Sam stood up and walked towards them. "Mom? Dad?" "What are you doing here?" Wendy asked walking towards them. They stood in front of each other, speechless. "They are here to apologize for everything. To be a family again," Chelsea announced. "Chelsea, what do you mean?" Wendy asked nervously. "Mom, I know you and dad are brother and sister. I read your diary. I didn't mean to but it was there when I was searching for my baby pictures." "Chelsea! That's not right," Wendy said sternly. "She had to find out sometime," Sam muttered. "Chelsea, I'm sorry I never told you. It's just that-" "You were scared what I would think. Well you know what I think? I think you two are the best parents anyone could ever have. You raised me well and now this is a way for me to pay you back. Please mom, dad, make up with our parents." Wendy began to cry. Sam put his arms around his wife. "We have a lot of catching up to do." Chelsea saw her grandparents' faces' light up. "See! I told you they would make up with you. Now I will leave you to talk. " Chelsea went to her room. She felt so happy, finally being able to get her family together again. * * * Chelsea sat next to her mother. Wendy put her hand over her daughters and they sat back watching the senior class picture slide show. All the senior class took their baby pictures to be on the show. Parents, grandparents and others showed to celebrate. Chelsea looked over and saw her grandparents sitting down the same row next to her father. They all smiled as Chelsea's baby pictures came up. "Oh mom, I was such a pretty baby," Chelsea said sarcastically. "Yes you were, and you still are. I love you honey." "I love you mom. Thank you for having me." "Thank you for being on this earth. You're my angel you know that?" Chelsea smiled. She squeezed her mother's hand and went back to watching the slideshow. They lived as one big happy family, filled with unconditional love. The End Love Children My name’s Clif and Ginger’s name is...well, Ginger. Not long ago we were teenaged twins, living on a small farm in San Diego County with our parents. Our parents were very young wild and crazy long haired people when their free love hormones got the better of them and sis and I were born to two 16 year olds. Both had played the very big field before and after their wedding (even up to now, I think), but dad is sure we are his. Just before Sis and I arrived, they were pretty much cut free by their folks except that Dad’s parents gave them the $20,000 they had been saving for his college fund. They used it to buy 30 acres of property and start an organic fruit and vegetable farm. Lucky for all of us, it turned out to be quite successful. Eventually, by taking turns and working as a team, they both finished high school and college. Mom got her teaching credentials and Dad studied the agri business. But deep down, they were still living in the 70s all along. There was always a small corner in a greenhouse on the property where the herb of choice got special attention. Because the farm was isolated, we lived a very natural life style. Clothes were pretty much optional when the weather was warm. Mom and Dad were young and fit and looked great. Many was the time that they would be wandering around the farm, or laying in a hammock toking some grass, buck naked. As we grew up, mom and dad often made comments about our maturing bodies. Good comments, supportive comments, genuine comments. Nothing crude or intimidating, just loving and accepting. But we also saw the looks on their eyes. And touching was also common. Dad likes to heft Mom and sis’s titties and even swipes a lick once in a while. Mom often sits with her hand on my thigh, whether I’ve got pants on or not. Sometimes we all have a little grass and sometimes one thing leads to another and a little impromptu grab ass wrestling breaks out. That’s really fun and Mom and sis always makes comments about the boners that quickly sprout between me and dad’s legs. Now Ginger and I had felt around a little and brought each other off with our hands and mouths, but we’d never gone all the way. One night the four of us were in the hot tub, talking and tokin’, just relaxing. I was sitting between Mom and Sis, when I felt a hand start stroking my meat. Dad was sitting on the edge of the tub, his big cock slightly hard as he thumbed mom’s nipples. They were hard and erect, tight little nubs high and brownish on mom’s melons. Ginger got out of the tub to get another beer. As she went by dad she reached between his thighs and pulled on his dork, making a honking noise as she did so. He reached over and bit her on the butt as she tried to get away. Because she was out of the water and the hand was still stroking me, I knew it was mom’s hand. As Gin got into the water again, she stroked Dad’s log in a long, slow motion. Dad’s eyes rolled back as the member sprang to full prominence. At the same time I could feel my balls beginning to contract and my sledgehammer was becoming fully aroused. Mom leaned toward Dad and kissed his peter. Right there in front of us! They had never done anything like that in front of us before! I could see her tongue licking along its length. I looked at Ginger. She was craning her neck to get a better view. “Wow, that looks like fun!” she said. Mom said, “Oh yeah! Me and dad need to go inside for a few minutes, you guys just stay here.” Then Mom and Dad stood up and headed indoors. I watched as he cupped one of her smooth ass cheeks with his hand. Once the folks were inside, I sat up on the edge like dad had been. “Hey sis, what do you think?” I said, indicating my woodliness, “want a lick of this?” “Oh Clif, the way I am right now, I want more than a lick.” She moved toward me, her titties less that half submerged in the warm water. Before I knew it, she had my dong down her throat and was giving it a hell of a vacuuming. In no time I was gasping as I felt my insides begin to churn. Then she stopped abruptly. She pulled me into the water and then sat on my cock, facing away from me. It found her sweet opening all by itself. I reached around her and began rubbing her titties. I don’t know how much later it was, but suddenly I was aware that mom and dad had returned. Dad’s cock was again semi-hard and a pearly drop of fluid dangled from its head. What little there is of mom’s bush was thoroughly matted and it looked like someone had poured Elmer’s glue into the little triangle and the vertical smile below it. Something told me Ginger and I should stop, but something else said not to. “We wondered when you guys were finally going to get around to this.” Mom said as she got into the tub. Then I felt a hand touch my balls when Mom reached over to feel my cock in Ginger’s sex slot. I moved my hand and held hers in place, at the same time strumming Gin’s clit. While this was going on, Dad came over and began smearing his slimy wanger around Ginger’s lips. I saw her open her eyes and then she took him all the way in. Soon she was burying her nose in his woody wool. Her bottom twitched and bucked as she lost control. Mom leaned over and kissed me, open mouthed. I ran my hand along her rump, trying to draw her closer, feeling for the cleft of her ass. Suddenly the intense pleasure got to me. I nearly blacked out, but Ginger stopped moving just in time. She sat there, with me still inside of her. Dad pulled his now raging hard on from his daughter’s throat and sat down opposite us. Mom sat on his lap. I watched his thumbs strumming Mom’s pretty nipples as they floated on the water. I suspected they were doing the same thing we were doing.