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Sam's Gift

By: EvyGenyus



Sasha felt herself jarred from sleep as the car hit a large pothole in the road.

"Oh, sorry, baby. I didn't see that one in time to miss it."

She rubbed the grit from her eyes before looking over at her mother, then stretching as much as she was able in the passenger seat.

"Are we there yet?" Apparently, it didn't matter that she was just a day away from her 25th birthday; the question was absolutely required to be asked by whoever wasn't driving on a long trip.

Her mother smiled at her without turning her head. "Almost. Just turned off the main road. About half a mile to go."

Stifling a yawn, Sasha finished stretching. "I don't see why you had to move out so far away from civilization."

Jane shrugged. "I kind of like being away from it all. Honestly, I never would have moved to the city if not for your father. And with him gone, I don't really have any reason to stay in the city anymore." She somehow made it sound matter of fact, but Sasha could hear the little catch in her voice when she said it. A year after he'd passed away, none of them had really recovered.

Sasha couldn't think of what to say to that, so she just fell silent for a few minutes.

"Did you get a chance to look at the photos of the place?" Jane asked, finally breaking the awkward silence.

Sasha nodded. "Yeah, it looked nice. Kind of small, though."

"Well, I don't need much space. I just need a nice quiet place where I can finally get back to my writing. If it wasn't for the fact you kids might visit, I'd be fine with one bedroom. This way, I have a spare, just in case."

"You mean like for the next couple of days?"

Her mother laughed a little. "Yeah, something like that. But you didn't have to come out to help me on your birthday. It could have waited."

"Don't be silly, Mom. Besides, my birthday isn't until tomorrow, and there's no better way to spend my birthday than helping out my mother. I just wish Sam could have made it."

"Oh! Didn't I tell you?" Jane said, remembering something. "I talked to your brother on the phone just this morning. He's going to get to the house tomorrow. He'll help us out for a couple of days, then head back home. So it'll be all three of us together for your birthday."

"Really?" Sasha couldn't help but smile. Even though she hadn't seen him for nearly a year now, she still tried to stay in touch with her twin brother. "That's great news! It'll be so good to see him!" Growing up, they'd been the very best of friends, unlike most siblings. Maybe it had something to do with the whole twin bond thing, who knew?

"Yes, he should arrive about 10 o'clock or so, so we'll get a couple of hours unpacking ahead of him. Plus, he's actually driving the U-Haul truck with the furniture. I was going to hire some professional movers, but he wouldn't have any of it."

Sasha's smile grew wider. "Yeah, that's Sam. Always ready to give you the shirt off his back." She shook her head, amused at the thought. "Oh, did he tell what his job is?"

"Hm? No, I never thought to ask him," Jane answered.

"Okay, well, promise not to laugh and I'll tell you." Her mother took one hand from the wheel and made a "cross my heart" gesture. "He's been working as a fitness instructor at a gym for the past six months. After he lost the extra weight, he decided that he liked the idea of helping others get into shape."

Jane glanced over at her with a hint of shock, then quickly looked back to her driving. "Sam? A fitness instructor? That's . . . Why, that's wonderful news! I'm so glad for him! Is he happy with it?"

"Like you wouldn't believe. Half the time when we Skype, it's all he can talk about."

Suddenly, the trees on either side of the road gave way to a big clearing with a beautiful log cabin nestled right at it's center. A few large oaks gave the house a bit of shade, or rather, they would have if the sun wasn't so low in the sky. The house itself was a masterfully crafted and maintained. If ever there was a place for an author to get away from it all, this was it.

"Wow!" was all that Sasha could think to say.

Jane laughed. "I know. It's perfect, isn't it?" She pulled the car up close to the front porch and stopped, putting it in park before killing the engine. "Let's not bother to unpack anything tonight. It's already getting late and we'll have all of the next two days." Sasha slowly climbed out of the car, ogling the quaint little cabin and nodding to her mother. "I already have the fridge and cabinets stocked, so there's plenty of options for dinner if you're hungry." She motioned for Sasha to follow her as he headed up the porch steps. "Come on, I'll give you the grand tour."

Only taking the time to grab her purse, Sasha took up her mother's offer. Once inside, Jane showed her the deceptively spacious living room, the master bedroom, then the guest room. The guest room, while nice, only featured a twin-size bed and an antique dresser. The master bedroom, while also having only a twin-size, was mostly furnished, with a dresser, full-length mirror, curtains, and a comfortable chair off in the corner next to a small bookshelf.

After being shown around the place, Sasha felt her stomach growling, and apparently her mother heard it.

"I'd say it's high-time to get something to eat," she laughed.

With a simple meal of ham and cheese sandwiches on paper plates (her dishes were in the truck that Sam would bring), the two of them sat in the living room and chatted for a long while. When Sasha yawned wide enough to make her jaw pop, her mother decided that it was time for them to get some sleep, especially since they would be unpacking and moving stuff for the next two days. Sasha didn't argue at all and was snuggled into the guest room bed in a matter of minutes, wiped out from the long drive.

******

Jane woke her daughter for an early breakfast (sandwiches again) before the two of them got started. It took them nearly an hour to get everything out of the car, then another hour to get it sorted by which room it all went in. They actually only got half of it all put away before they heard the sound of a vehicle pulling in the drive.

"That's got to be Sam!" Sasha said excitedly, nearly tripping in her hurry to greet her twin. By the time she made it outside, her brother was already out of the truck, grinning widely at her.

"Hey, Shorty!" he said, using his nickname for her. "How've you been?" He barely had the chance to throw his arms open before she collided into him with a rib-crushing hug, which he returned with a good deal less force than his sister.

When she finally released him and stepped back, she gawked at him. "Oh my God, Sam! You look so good! You're like a whole new Sam!"

"Why, thank you," he said, turning about to show off. The blue jeans and white t-shirt fit closely to his trim, muscled form, showing almost no sign of the man who'd been battling a weight problem a few years before. "Honestly, I think I've done as much or more trimming and toning since I became an instructor than what I did before."

As he spun around, Sasha took in the sight of him. At 6'1", he was a good seven inches taller than her, and she could just make out the shape of his six-pack abs beneath his shirt. He'd also cut his hair shorter, very business-like, but he still had that perpetual five o'clock shadow. It matched his hair, so dark that it was almost jet black, same as her own hair. It seemed to really bring out his sparkling blue eyes, another feature that he shared with his sister. He took one more turn and Sasha nearly blushed when she noticed his firm buttocks and how well he filled out the front of his jeans.

"You look great, too," he complimented her. She'd been a long-time member of a gym for years and it showed.

She slugged his arm, brushing a wisp of her black hair from her eyes. "No, I don't. I'm sweaty from unpacking stuff. Don't make fun of me."

He chuckled as he put an arm around her shoulder and kissed her on the forehead. "Now, you know I'd never do that," he said with a mischievous grin. "But seriously, Sis, you do look great, sweat and all."

Was it just her imagination, or had that forehead kiss lasted a bit long? Sasha shook the thought from her mind.

"Hey, where's -" Sam cut off his question as he spotted their mother coming out onto the porch. "Mom! Hey!"

"Samuel!" She never shortened his name. She seemed to like the sound of it longer. "You're early! We weren't expecting you for at least another hour."

He started walking forward, pulling Sasha along with him, since his arm was still around her. "Yeah, I got off work early yesterday and decided, what the hell, why wait? I just drove straight on through the night, didn't even stop to eat."

"Oh, you must be starving!" his mother worried. "We can all take a break and let you get something to eat. Do you need to get in a few hours of sleep before we start unloading the truck? I'm sure we can wait."

Sam was shaking his head as he came up the steps, his sister still in tow. "No, no, I'm fine. A bite to eat sounds good, but if I try to take a nap, I'll sleep right on through the rest of the day. You know how hard of a sleeper I am. Besides, that just means I'll sleep well tonight."

"If you're sure . .?" she persisted.

He just laughed and followed her inside, letting Sasha go in ahead of him. In a matter of minutes, Jane had made him a couple of sandwiches and they were all sitting around the living room, catching up.

"You look wonderful, Samuel!" his mother assured him. "I'm glad to see you taking good care of yourself. And what about that nice girl you were with a couple of months back? What was her name? Cassie?"

"Jessie," he answered around a mouthful of ham and cheese. When he'd swallowed, he continued. "Well, Jessica, actually. But she doesn't like to be called that. Not that it matters. We kind of broke up a few days ago."

"Oh, honey, I'm so sorry to hear that!" Jane consoled. "From the way you talked about her, I was sure she would be the one for you."

Sam shook his head. "Don't worry about it. We're still friends, good friends. We just decided that we didn't have the same goals, and that it would be better for both of us if we simply went back to being friends. She wants to concentrate on her career, so that means no time for raising a family. I'm looking for someone that wants a family as much as I do."

"You'll find the right woman," Jane said, patting his arm sympathetically. And of course, that led to the inevitable, "And what about you, Sasha? Have you found yourself a significant other yet?"

Sasha rolled her eyes. "Mom, I'm not really looking for anyone."

"Yes, you are," Jane argued. "You just have that 'knight-in-shining-armor' idea stuck in your head."

"Mom, don't harass her," Sam came to her defense.

"Yeah, Mom," Sasha spoke. "There are still men out there that are responsible, caring, sweet, all that good stuff."

"Oh, Sasha," her mother put in, "I married the very last of those men."

"Hey!" Sam pointed at himself, giving her an expression of mock offense. "What about me?"

Jane laughed while adding, "With the exception of your brother, of course. But I'm not getting any younger, you know. And neither are you. I'd like to see my first grandchild before senility kicks in."

"Too late!" Sam teased her. Which earned him a semi-playful slap on the arm.

As the laughter slowly died down, Sasha cleared her throat ominously. "Actually . . ."

Her mother and twin brother looked at her, not sure what to make of her tone.

"Actually," she started again, "I have a doctor's appointment in a few weeks. And if everything checks out fine, then I'm going to see about . . . undergoing artificial insemination."

Sam and Jane's jaws fell open in unison.

"Don't freak out!" Sasha tried to forestall them. "It's just that, even if I'm right and there are still good men out there, the odds of my meeting one are . . . astronomical, at best. And you both know that I've always wanted to have children. It just seems like this is my best chance at having that."

"But-" Sam started, only to get cut off by their mother.

"Honey, what about providing for yourself and a baby?"

"I've already thought of that," Sasha assured them both. "My business is doing incredibly well right now, and I'm putting back a substantial portion of my earnings. In fact, we're doing so well right now that I've had to hire six more employees in the last month. And Anthony knows the company well enough to handle anything that comes up when I get to the point where I can't work. I've made contingency plans for the contingency plans of my contingency plans."

But, honey-," Jane tried to reason with her.

"Mom, I'm not asking for your permission. I love you, I respect you, and I hope that you can respect my decisions in return. Unless, by some miracle, I meet my perfect man before my appointment three weeks from now, provided that I'm healthy enough for it, I'm going to set up a date for the procedure."

And that was the end of the discussion. Sasha refused to talk to either of them anymore about it, instead deflecting the conversation to other matters. When Sam finished eating and Jane had gone out to the truck, Sasha started to pick up his plate and napkin.

He caught her arm and stood up, towering over her. "Sis, I want you to know that, if this is really what you want, then you have my support." He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. "If you need anything, you just give me a call, alright?"

She smiled at him, relieved by his attitude. "I will," she promised.

With that, he trailed after their mother and set to unlocking the truck.

******

It was a long day's work to get most of the truck unloaded and the furniture arranged in the house. Of course, as expected, there just wasn't enough time in the day for them to get all of it, which was just as well, since Sam was starting to feel the lack of sleep from his trip. When they finally stopped for the day, he insisted that they get their showers before him, being ever the gentleman. Their mother went first as Sasha tidied up from their short supper and Sam made sure that the truck was properly locked down. He doubted that there was anyone close enough to try stealing anything, but he tended to be careful about that sort of thing.

Once, she'd had her shower, Jane told them both good night and thanked them again for coming out to help on their birthday. She'd intended to give them a birthday cake, but they insisted that they were simply too beat to enjoy it. Instead, they persuaded her to wait until the next night, when they would already be mostly finished.

Next into the shower was Sasha. She did her best to cut her time short, not wanting to use up all the hot water before Sam got his turn. After drying herself off, she pulled on her nightshirt and went to the guest room. Taking her phone from her purse, she opened an e-book file that she'd been reading and climbed into the bed. Since the bed was positioned in the corner, with one side against the wall, she scooted all the way to the far side and pulled the sheet up over herself.

It was nearly twenty minutes when Sam came into the room, a towel wrapped around his waist. "Sis, you sure you're alright sharing a bed with me?"

"Yeah, yeah," she said distractedly, not even looking away from her phone. "No problem. Just like when we were kids." Her book was right in the middle of a really good part.

"What are you reading?"

"Interview With The Vampire."

"Haven't you read that like a million times?" he asked, walking over next to the bed.

"Uh huh," she mumbled. "Good book. Now shush!" She was almost finished with the chapter.

"Sasha Emmerson," he muttered to no one as he pulled his towel loose dropped it to the floor, "the never-ceasing bookworm." He laughed a little, using the mirror they'd installed a few hours earlier to check on a small scratch on his chin.

"Yep," she affirmed as she read the last line of the chapter, bookmarked her place and closed the e-book. She reached over to set the phone on the night stand just as he turned around. "Oh my God, Sam!" she yelped.

"What?" he said innocently. "What's wrong?"

"You're . . . naked!" she held one hand up in front of her face.

"Yeah, so? I always sleep naked. I can't stand to wear pajamas."

She'd caught a very clear view of him, from his muscular arms, to his tight pecks and incredible abs, to his manhood. His very BIG manhood, at least seven inches even in its flaccid state. She wondered for an instant just how enormous he must be when he was . . . She shoved the thought away.

"It's not a problem, is it?"

"Can you just . . . cover yourself? I saw your . . ."

Sam, never the shy one, asked her, "My dick? Don't worry," he said, wagging it at her, "he won't bite."

"Sam, you're terrible!" she scolded, though there was a part of her that wanted to laugh at his joke.

"Do you want me to go sleep in the living room?"

She paused for a moment, then sighed. "No. No, it's fine. Just make sure you keep the sheet between us." The image of him standing there was still burned into her thoughts. So . . . BIG!

Sam slipped underneath the sheet, making sure to keep plenty of it between them as requested. "Is that good?"

"Yeah, that's fine," she said, venturing a peek to make sure he was covered. "You gonna read a book or something?"

He shook his head. "Nah, I think I'm just gonna crash, see if I can recoup some of that sleep I skipped on last night. But you can keep the light on if you want to read for a while." He picked her phone up from the night stand and offered it to her, but she shook her head.

"No, sleep actually sounds wonderful right now. It's been a long day."

Sam set the phone back down. "Alright. In that case, sweet dreams, Sis." He leaned over and kissed her forehead, then scooted back to his side of the bed and clicked off the light.

In what seemed like an instant, they were both asleep.

******

Sasha awoke sometime before midnight to a warm body pressed up against her back. She opened her eyes and turned her head, then realized that her brother was spooning against her in his sleep. His strong arm was around her waist and, to her surprise, the sheet wasn't between them. To make matters worse, her night shirt had shifted while she slept, riding up and bunching at her waist. It was then that she became VERY aware that she wasn't wearing any panties under she night shirt.

"Sam?" she whispered, shifting slightly. She stopped moving almost instantly when she felt his flaccid cock against the back of her thigh. "Sam?" she repeated softly. "You have to move."

"Mmmm," he moaned in his sleep. "Jessie . . ." He nuzzled his lips against the back of her neck.

Sasha stiffened, shivering slightly at his touch. "Sam, you need to wake up," she whispered. She shifted again. Then she felt his lower body move against her. And was it her imagination or . . . Oh, no! The touch of her thigh brushing him began to arouse him. She could feel his cock starting to stiffen, to grow.

"Jessie . . ." he moaned again.

She had no idea what she should do. She had to get up, but she was almost against the wall, with no room to maneuver. And with each second the passed, she could feel him growing bigger, harder. She started to turn her body slightly, to lift her leg free . . .

With her leg out of the way, his cock slipped between her thighs, the massive head only inches away from her pussy. She reached between her thighs, fully intending to push his cock away and out from between her legs. But when her fingers touched the smooth, hot head, she imagined what it would be like to have it touching her pussy. She'd never been with a man before.

Oh, she had masturbated many times. She'd lost her virginity to her own fingers. But she'd never taken a man inside her. She couldn't help but wonder how it would feel . . . 


Sam's Gift



She suddenly realized that she was pressing the head of her own brother's cock against her pussy, rubbing it, using it to caress her clit. It's heat pulsed against her soft flesh and he was moving against her slowly. Even more, he was already slick with pre-cum, and her pussy was beginning to grow moist.

She was getting wet from the feel of her brother's cock! Part of her was horrified at the thought of it. How could she do something like this? It was . . . it was sick! But the thoughts weren't enough to stop her as she held his cock tighter against her lips.

She felt him Sam's hips begin to move back and forth, stroking his head against her in his sleep. She kept applying more and more pressure, closing her eyes with the sensation. It was wrong, she knew. But it felt so good. She pushed it harder against herself, taking in the feeling.

And then she felt his cock snag as it caught in her entrance. She'd inadvertently forced it inside. She pulled her hand away and lay there, breathing heavily as his head nestled in her.

What am I DOING?! she thought to herself. I'm practically having sex with my brother! I have to put a stop to this! I have to-

And then Sam, still asleep, muttered, "Jessie . . ." Then he pushed his hips forward slowly, strongly.

Sasha felt her eyes open wide as he entered her, his thick cock struggling to fit in the tight confines of her pussy. His arm tightened around her waist, holding her as he invaded her. He was so big! So big! So BIG!!

She gasped out loud at how much he filled her. She'd never imagined anything like this! It was like his cock was on fire inside her! He pushed more and more of himself into her until, finally, there simply was no more room. Her leg lifted up of it's own accord, affording her brother better access.

After what seemed like eternity, she felt his hips move back, drawing his cock from her inch by inch. And as the head came to rest at her entrance once more, she felt herself begin to relax. It's over, she thought. I have to-

She gasped even louder as he thrust himself back into her, awakening more sensation in her than she'd ever felt before. Then he thrust again. And again. And again.

She couldn't help it, she just held her legs as far apart as she was able, letting him enter her. In her mind, she was condemning herself for taking advantage of her sleeping brother. But regardless of what her mind was saying, her body was simply demanding more of his cock. How could something be so wrong and still feel this wonderful?

As she lay there panting from his thrusts, she felt her pussy growing warmer and start to twitch. She was about to cum on her brother's cock! This shouldn't be happening! It was just wrong! It was-

Her climax hit her like a wave and she had to bite into her pillow to keep from screaming in pleasure. She could feel her pussy clenching hard on Sam's cock, followed by the gush of warm fluid washing out around him. She was so lost in the rapture of her orgasm that she didn't noticed her brother's thrusts becoming more rapid, more urgent.

She didn't notice anything until she felt him swell even bigger, then it felt like lava flowing inside her as his cum erupted from him, filling her to overflowing with his seed.

When she realized what had happened, she began to whisper to Sam, "No, no, no! Oh, Sam, what did we do?!"

"Oh, Jessie . . ." he muttered as his cock twitched inside her, spurting out a few last streams of his cum.

Oh my God, she thought. My own brother just came inside me! What if . . . What if I get pregnant with his baby?

She lay there, trying to catch her breath. Minutes passed and she felt his cock grow soft, then he rolled onto his back. What if he found out what they'd done? Sasha tugged her night shirt back down around herself, then gently pulled the extra portion of the sheet down between them. Maybe he wouldn't figure it out. As she tried to figure out what to do, the minutes stretched on and her eyes grew heavy. In less than an hour, she fell back to sleep, her dreams filled with thoughts of her brother.

******

When Sasha woke up again, it was already daylight, and her mother was shaking her by the shoulder, telling her to, "Wake up, lazy bones." Sasha assured her mother that she was awake and stretched her arms languidly to prove it. Jane laughed and left her to get dressed. Sasha opened her eyes and rubbed the sleep from them as she scooted toward the edge of the bed.

What a messed up dream, she thought. Must have been something she ate.

Then she started to stand and grunted from the soreness between her legs. Her blue eyes went wide. No, she thought. It had to be just a dream . . . She reached down and touched herself, wincing slightly. Oh no! It wasn't a dream! She'd really had sex with Sam!

As she got dressed, she fought to stay calm. She couldn't let their mother know. And Sam probably had no clue what he'd done in his sleep. She just had to try to go on as nothing had happened. And if they were able to finish unloading and arranging early enough, maybe she could drive to the nearest store and try to find some morning after pills.

That was the best game plan she could come up with for the moment, so it would have to do. Pulling on her shirt, she went outside. Her mother was handing a box to Sam from the truck. Gritting her teeth, Sasha set to work.

As they worked, with Sam doing the heavy lifting, his shirt became damp with sweat. Sasha found herself imagining his sweat-slicked body without the shirt. On more than one occasion, she caught herself staring at the front of his jeans, wondering how he was able to hide something so big in there. Berating herself mentally, she made herself get back to the task at hand.

By three in the afternoon, they'd unloaded the last from the truck and finished putting it away. Their mother, now armed with proper dishes, set about making a birthday cake for the two of them. And when she realized that she didn't have any candles, Sasha was quick to offer to go buy some.

Taking Jane's car, Sasha used her cell phone to find the nearest store, which turned out to be forty minutes away. She made it there in thirty-five. Unfortunately, her haste was for naught. She found the candles easily enough, but the store didn't have anything in the way of morning after pills. After five minutes of staring uselessly at the store shelves, she resigned herself to only getting the candles, paid for them at the register, then returned to the house.

She did her best to act as though nothing was wrong, and to her credit, neither her mother or brother seemed to notice anything different in her behavior. As the candles were lit, the wishes were made, and then the cake cut, she gave only the appearance of the happy daughter and sister. On the inside, she was worried about what might result from the previous night's events. At the same time, she couldn't seem to get the image of her naked brother out of her mind. Multiple times, she imagined having his thick cock inside her again. She knew it was wrong, but it was starting to act like a drug to her. One time and she was already fighting the addiction.

After the table was cleaned and the dishes washed, Sasha decided to sit outside on the porch for a little while, get some air, clear her head of her incestuous thoughts. Forty minutes later, it wasn't working very well, and she decided to try to just get a shower, then go to sleep. By the time she got her shower, both Jane and Sam had already taken one and were in bed asleep.

As she entered the guest room, wrapped in a towel, she noticed that Sam was sleeping with his back against the wall. The soft sheet had settled around his form and, with very little effort, she could make out the shape of his manhood. Simply looking at him was making her loins warm. She paused for a moment to banish her lustful thoughts, and she succeeded, to a degree. Picking up her night shirt, she checked to make sure he was asleep, then pulled her towel loose and let it fall. She held the night shirt for a minute, standing there.

Finally, she laid it on the night stand and lifted the sheets, then gently climbed into bed.

What am I doing? she asked herself. But she had no answer, and part of her just didn't care. Rolling onto her side, she turned to face her brother. He looked so handsome laying there, so peaceful. Reaching a hand out, she carefully traced the line of his jaw with her fingers.

Their mother was right. Good men were a dying breed. But here was a good man, laying in bed with her, naked. She felt the warmth growing in her loins again. Was it really so bad that she wanted to feel her brother against her, to feel him inside her? He was a man, she was a woman.

Her fingers trailed from his face, down his chin, his neck, then under the sheets to move down his muscled chest, his wonderful abs, across his navel . . . She nearly jerked her hand away when she felt his flaccid cock against the tips of her fingers. Then, despite all the warnings that her mind gave, she took him in her hand, massaging him softly, caressing him.

He responded with a pleasant moan, and she felt his cock stir in her grasp. She kept stroking him, bit by bit making him come alive. It still amazed her just how big he was. She didn't think it was possible, but it almost felt bigger than it had last night.

It didn't take long for him to become fully erect and engorged in her grip. The heat in her loins was almost unbearable now. She wanted so badly, no, she NEEDED so badly to have him inside her again.

Moving softly, she slid her body as close against his as she dared, feeling his hot breath on her face.

"I want you, Sam," she whispered to his sleeping form. "I want you inside me."

Lifting her leg up, she hooked it over his hip and carefully guided his swollen cock toward her entrance. When she touched the already-wet lips of her pussy against his cock head, she gasped at the searing heat of him. After a moment, she began to pull him against her flesh, working his head into her entrance. Despite her soreness from the previous night, it already felt even more wonderful. Bit by bit, she was able to force the entirety of his head past her lips. And then he was inside, nestled snugly in her entrance.

"Just this last night," she hissed to him, "I don't want you to be my brother. Just this last night, I want you to be my lover . . ."

Then, using the leg she'd hooked over him, she began to pulled him closer. Suddenly, she wasn't the only one moving. His strong hand snaked under the sheet and came to rest on her buttock, pulling at her. Inch by thick inch, her brother entered her.

"Jessie . . ." he muttered in his sleep.

She played along. "Yes, Sam. Take me. Take your Jessie . . ." She pulled at him a little harder. In return, his made a sudden sharp thrust, forcing himself inside with one strong stroke. She couldn't have held back her gasp if she'd wanted to. "Oh, Sam, yes!" she hissed. She almost kissed him, but she stopped herself just short of it. Even in her lust, that was a line she wouldn't cross. She meant to keep it as nothing more than meaningless sex.

She felt his cock leave her for just an instant, then return with force, shaking her body, causing her to tremble. She trembled a little with every thrust that he made, her lusty breath bathing his sleeping face, her whispers begging him not to stop.

She had no idea how much time had passed, and what's more, she didn't care. She gave herself wholly into her incestuous act, opening herself wide for every stroke that her brother made, until finally she felt that same sensation of rapture chasing her, her loins tingling with anticipation.

"Yes, Sam!" she hissed again. "Take me harder!" Her breathe was coming hard and fast, and she could feel his unconscious panting in return. "Right there! Harder!"

Almost as though he could hear her in his sleep, his body moved with more force, slamming his feverish cock into her tight pussy.

"Yessssss . . . ." Her climax was approaching fast and she wanted it. She wanted to feel that same rapture she'd felt last night.

"Fuck me!" she cried, begging her brother to make her cum.

He answered with an even harder thrust, his movements becoming rapid, desperate.

Then she felt it. That white light of absolute ecstacy as she came hard, her juices rushing out around the cock that ravaged her, her pussy growing almost unbearably tight around him. She let the feeling wash over her for an instant, then she realized how fast her brother was thrusting into her. She knew what was about to happen.

"N-no, Sam!" she begged in a whisper. She wanted to say it louder, but her voice was too weak from her own climax. "Sam, don't cum in me! Don't cu-"

Too late.

She felt that same rush of molten lava flood into her, streaming hard and filling her to the brim. Again and again, he thrust into her, each time expelling more of his hot seed. She tried to pull away, but even in his sleep, he was strong, holding her close as he ejaculated the last of his semen into her depths.

It took him more than a full minute before he had emptied the contents of his balls into his sister. When he finally released her, she slid away from him, feeling his already-softening cock slip from her.

She swore at herself silently. She'd let it happen again. Only it was worse this time. This time, she'd started it intentionally. It would almost serve her right if she became pregnant with her brother's baby. In exhaustion and shame, she slid over to the edge of the bed and pulled back the sheets, then stood up. As she stood there, she could feel a glob of her brother's cum dripping down the inside of her thighs.

With these last two nights being the first time she'd ever been with a man, she had no clue how to get cum out of her pussy. All she could think to do was go to the bathroom and stand there with her legs apart, letting as much as would drip out do so. It didn't seem to be working, though. With the incredible amount of cum that Sam had shot in her, it seemed that very little was draining out. She used a towel wipe what she could off of her tender pussy, then she cleaned the cum that had dripped down her thighs.

It was the best that she could think to do for now. If she'd been thinking clearly, she have used her smartphone to search for other options, but the thought never occurred to her. She cursed softly at herself.

After a few minutes, she decided all she could do was try to get some sleep, then hope she could get her mother to stop at a Wal-Mart on the trip back home. With a fair piece of luck, maybe her mother would stay in the car and Sasha would have a chance to buy some morning after pills. She'd just have to try to hide them in her purse so her mother didn't start asking any questions.

She went back to the bedroom and started to climb back into bed, then stopped to put on her night shirt. When she lay down, she didn't get under the sheets. She just lay on top of them. Laying there, she stared at the ceiling, unable to get her mind to shut down. She watched the minutes tick by on the clock. The minutes stretched on, finally becoming an hour, then two. It wasn't until nearly five in the morning that she was able to drift off.

******

At 8:30 A.M., Jane was shaking Sasha awake.

"Up and at 'em, you two sleepy heads!"

With an unhappy grunt, Sasha hesitantly opened her eyes, tired beyond belief. "Mm . . . What time is it?" she murmured.

"Time to get up," her mother replied. "I've already got breakfast ready. Bueberry pancakes, scrambled eggs and bacon. Wake up your brother and get to the table. He's got a long way to go to get home, and you and I have almost as long a drive ahead of us." 

The scent of breakfast set Sasha's stomach growling in hunger. It was almost enough to make her forget how tired she was. Almost. She rubbed hard at her eyes, reluctantly waking up. "I might wake up faster if I had a piece of bacon in my hand," she said, still laying on the bed.

She heard her mother sigh, then the sound of her footsteps fading from the room. Closing her eyes, she told herself it was only for one more minute. That one minute threatened to take her back into slumber. Then her nose caught the luring smell of bacon. She opened her eyes again to see her mother holding a crispy slight of the delicious meat in her face.

"Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey," Jane teased her with a smile.

Sasha tried to bite at the bacon, but her mother jerked it away from her, forcing her to sit up in order to reach it. "Okay, I'm up," she assured her mother. "Now give me that bacon before someone gets hurt." She took a small bite of it, savoring the taste for a few seconds before she set her feet on the floor. The movement made her wince with a faint grunt. Her pussy was even more sore than it had been the morning before. God, her brother was big!

"You okay?" Jane asked, seeing the look on her face.

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. Just sore, is all."

Jane nodded. "Well, we all worked pretty hard the last couple of days."

And a couple of us worked hard nights, she thought, but she kept it to herself. "Yeah. I'll just get in a little rest once I get home."

After Jane went back to the kitchen, Sasha woke Sam with a fair bit of effort. He'd always been a heavy sleeper. Once he was awake (apparently oblivious to everything that had happened during the last two nights), Sasha went on ahead to the kitchen while Sam got dressed.

Half an hour later, they'd finished, and Sasha went back to the guest room to change from her night shirt to some proper clothes, then she packed up the rest of her things. Sam had opted to help their mother with cleaning up, and by the time he came back to pack up his own belongings, Sasha was zipping her bag closed.

In another half hour, all three of them were outside, saying their goodbyes. When she hugged Sam, she felt more than a little awkward. As he held her close, she couldn't help but imagine his thick cock swelling in her hands as she stroked it. Luckily, no one seemed to noticed the pink in her cheeks when Sam kissed her forehead.

With promises from each of them to get together again soon, they parted ways, Sam climbing into the U-Haul truck and Sasha and Jane getting into the car. Jane followed the truck until they reached the main road, then turned right while her son turned left.

Only a couple of hours into the trip, Sasha had fallen asleep in the passenger seat, oblivious of anything outside the car. She woke up when Jane pulled into a gas station to refuel, and she groggily made her way into the store to see if they had the pills she desperately needed. She had no luck finding any, and returned to the car with just a small bag of chips. Her mother paid for the gas, and they set off again, though the station was the last sign of civilization for a long stretch, during which Sasha once more fell asleep.

By the time she woke up the second time, her mother had driven the rest of the eight hour trip and was parking the car outside of her apartment. Still absolutely worn out, Sasha was able to get her back and climb the steps to her door. The sleep she'd gotten during the drive didn't seem to help her in the least. In fact, she almost felt more drained now than before.

Somehow, she was able to show some hospitality, asking her mother to stay the night so she could have a decent night's sleep before heading back. But Jane declined, saying she was fine, that the drive didn't really bother her. She hugged her daughter and instructed her to get some rest, then she was out the door, heading back to her car.

Something nagged at the back of Sasha's mind. She knew there was something she'd meant to do once she'd got home, but her tired mind just couldn't seem to figure out what it was. So, instead, she managed to get undressed. Too tired to even put on her night shirt, she just climbed naked into her bed and went back to sleep.




Sam's Gift



******

Three week later, the day of Sasha's appointment finally arrived. An 15-minute cab ride and an hour in the waiting room found her in the doctor's office. The doctor explained to her everything they would cover in her examination, all the tests, etc. Having already made up her mind about this, she readily signed her name on the clipboard that was handed to her. After what seemed like forever, the doctor announced that the examination was over and that she would receive a call about the results in a few days.

True to his word, he called her four days later.

Sasha picked up the phone on the second ring. "Hello?"

"Sasha Emmerson?"

"Yes," she acknowledged.

"This is Dr. McKellan."

"Oh! Hey! Is everything okay, Doctor? When can we do the procedure?" She was absolutely sure that she was in perfect health.

"Well, I'm afraid I have some good news and some bad news." He paused for a moment. "Which would you rather hear first.?"

Sasha closed her eyes and braced herself. "I might as well take the bad news first . . ."

Predictably, Dr. McKellan said, "I'm afraid that we simply cannot help you at this time."

Her heart sank at the news. "Can you tell me why?"

"Ah!" McKellan seemed a bit cheerful about her question. "That's the good news, actually."

"What?" she asked, confused. "What do you mean?"

"You see, the reason we can't go ahead with the insemination procedure is because, well, you're already pregnant."

"What?" she asked, incredulous. "Are you certain?"

"Oh, yes, there's no mistake."

Suddenly, the image of her brother's naked body pressed against hers sprang to mind.

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed. Then she dropped the phone.

******

"So, Sis. You going to try to make it out to Mom's house for Mother's Day? I was hoping to surprise her."

Sasha smiled at her brother's image on the Skype call. "Yeah, if I can, I will."

"Do you want me to come out to your place the day before to pick you up?"

She shook her head. "No, you don't need to. I'm planning to rent a car and drive out there myself. Besides, it way too long of a drive for you.. Ten hours from your house to mine, eight to Mom's . . . double that for the return, and you're looking at thirty-six hours of road time. That's not counting any unforeseen problems like a flat tire."

Sam gave her that handsome half-grin of his through the video feed. "Sis, I can do the math. No need to write the problem on the blackboard."

She stuck her tongue out at him. In the first couple of weeks since she'd found out she was pregnant, she'd been nervous every time she heard the Skype chime and saw that it was him calling. She wasn't sure how to act. But bit by bit, she'd slowly become comfortable enough behave normally without it being much of an act. There was something about Sam that made it easy to fall back to normality, regardless of how awkward an experience one had faced. Now, just over nine weeks since they'd been at their mother's house, she could mask her nervousness with very little effort.

"So when are you planning to head out? Tomorrow? Or you going to wait until Mother's Day and just show up in the middle of the day?

"Actually, I meant to take off work tomorrow, then start out around ten o'clock or so. Should get me there no later than seven, even if I have a flat." She was proud that she knew how to change a flat tire. Too often, men in their arrogance tended not to give women enough credit for being able to some something so mundane.

Sam suddenly looked down at the corner of his screen and Sasha could here the familiar Skype chime through the speakers. "Ah, great. Hey, Sis, I really need to take this other call."

"Alright, Sam. I probably won't be back online until I get back from Mom's, so I guess I'll see you there."

"Okay, Sis. Take care. Love ya."

The call ended and Sasha sat back in her chair, trying to think of what clothes she wanted to pack. It was only for a couple of nights, and she hated to pack more than she needed, despite the myth that women always carried everything but the kitchen sink in their luggage. She finally decided on something simple, just a couple of pairs of jeans and three t-shirts. She started to pack some panties, but at the last second, she decided to leave them out, though she didn't know why.

She added a hair brush, toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant, etc. . . All of the basic hygiene necessities. When she was finally satisfied with what she'd packed, she zipped up the bag and set it by the front door.

She was looking forward to seeing her mother in person again, but she was already getting a little anxious about seeing Sam again. She didn't know if she should tell him about what had happened between them. And she certainly wasn't sure if she should tell him that she was carrying his child. She only hoped that she would be able to keep her morning sickness in check while she was there. Part of her wanted to just avoid any and all questions about the artificial insemination thing, maybe even pretend she wasn't pregnant at all.

She shook her head. There were simply way too many variables for her to plan how she would explain things. She simply wouldn't know what she would do until she was there. But she definitely had to go. If she didn't, Sam would make the trip straight to her house to see what was wrong. He was like that.

Trying to set her mind at ease, she made herself something to eat and settle onto her sofa. Flicking on the TV, she surfed through the channels, looking for some good to watch. When she spotted an old black and white film, her curiosity made her pause long enough to recognize it as the opening scene to the old James Stewart movie, "Harvey". She couldn't help but smile, remembering how she'd first seen it as a little girl, snuggled up against her dad on the couch. That decided it for her, and she turned up the volume, then set the remote aside.

After she'd finished eating and the movie was over, she switched off the TV, washed her dishes, then decided to call it a night and headed off to bed.

******

The drive took longer than she'd thought it would. Two times, she had to quickly pull over to the side of the road because of the morning sickness. The second time, she'd only barely gotten the car door open in time. But she finally arrived.

Before she got out of the car, she look a long drink from the bottle of ginger ale she'd bought, hoping it would stay off any further nausea for a while. Then she trekked up the steps and rapped on the door.

A couple of minutes later, the door opened and her mother's face peered out.

"Sasha? Goodness, what are you doing here?!" she asked with a pleased laugh and embraced her daughter.

"Oh, I was just in the neighborhood . . ." Sasha teased. She returned the hug warmly. "Actually, I'm so we can spend some time together tomorrow."

Jane released her and stood back a step. "Tomorrow? Why?"

"Tomorrow is Mother's Day, Mom."

Her mother seemed a bit surprised. "Is it? My goodness! The time has just flown by!" She laughed again. "I guess time flies when you're hard at work writing." She stepped aside, inviting Sasha to enter. "Come in, come in! It's starting to get a little chilly out there."

"How's the writing coming along?" Sasha asked, obliging.

"Oh, you know how it is. Some days drag by, and others you wake up writing and look up to see the whole day has passed. But the book itself is coming along just wonderfully. I should be finished with the first draft in just another month or so. I'm even working on another book when I need a break from this one."

"That's great! So I guess this place is really helping you relax into the writing, huh?"

Jane nodded emphatically. "That it is. Have you already had something to eat? Would you like me to fix you something?"

The mention of food made her stomach twinge, but she didn't let it show. "Oh, no, I'm fine, for now. Maybe later. Has Sam called you?"

"Samuel? Oh, is he with you?" She back toward the door to look outside.

"No, he'll be getting here in the morning, I think."

"You two didn't have to come out all this way just for Mother's Day. A card in the mail would have done fine."

Sasha frowned. "Are you kidding? The drive is the very least we could do for the world's greatest mother."

"Oh, you!" her mother chuckled, kissing her on the cheek. "I know it's not true, but thank you for saying it anyway."

The two of them chatted about this and that for the next couple of hours, catching up, though Sasha didn't bring up the subject of her plans to be inseminated, and she was glad that her mother didn't either. As it crept past ten o'clock, Jane fought off a couple of yawns.

"I'm sorry, honey. I've been up since six. It's been one of those 'dragging by' days."

"I know what you mean, Mom," Sasha said. "I've starting to feel pretty well worn out as well. You know how long drives and me get along."

"Oh, yes, I remember. You could barely hold your head up when I got you home last time. Go ahead and get what you need from your car and I'll go make up the guest bed for you." She paused. "When did you buy a car, by the way?"

Sasha smiled. "I didn't, Mom. It's a rental."

Jane nodded with a "I should have known" sort of expression and moved toward the guest room.

Once Sasha had retrieved her bag and was settled in, she fell asleep easily and only woke up once in the night with her stomach growling. Being as quiet as she could, she crept into the kitchen and found a jar of dill pickle spears in the fridge. After wolfing down three spears, she felt like her hunger would be held at bay until breakfast. Then she closed the jar, put it back in the fridge, then returned to bed, licking the juice from her fingers along the way.

******

Sasha woke to the light of late morning coming in through the window, shining on her face, soft and warm. Stretching languidly, she groaned pleasantly from the night's rest and sat up. When she glanced at the clock, she noticed it was past nine o'clock. She was surprised how well she'd slept in the unfamiliar bed.

Rising, she dug a pair of jeans from her jeans, but couldn't find any panties, then she remembered not packing any. Pulling on the jeans, she pulled off her night shirt and tossed it on the dresser, choosing a Firefly t-shirt to replace it. Brushing back her shoulder-length black hair, she smiled at her reflection, then used a band to tie it into a pony tail.

Satisfied with her casual look, she ventured from the room, intending to head for the kitchen. But as she stepped into the hall, the all-too-familiar nausea hit her and she had to change course toward the bathroom. Once the sickness had passed and she'd washed the taste from her mouth, she flushed the toilet, making sure all signs had been erased.

Suddenly worried that her mother may have heard her, she went toward the living room. But Jane wasn't there. With a frown, she went to the kitchen, then to her mother's bedroom, but she simply wasn't there. Finally, Sasha went out to the front porch and found her answer.

There was Jane talking to a very handsome young man who was leaning against a beautiful 2014 Ducati Monster, black body with red rims. It wasn't until the man glanced toward her that she realized it was Sam.

"Oh, wow, Sam!" she exclaimed. "Where on earth did you get THAT?!" She'd always wanted to try riding a motorcycle, but she never quite mustered the courage.

Sam's wide smile greeted her as she came down the steps. "Thought you might like it, Sis. Got it a few weeks ago. Just never had the chance to break it in on a long trip. She's a beaut, isn't she?"

As she approached, Sasha arched an eyebrow. "She, huh? And does she have a name?"

He laughed, grinning all the wider. "Yeah. Her name is Xena. Because she kicks ass and takes names."

Sasha shared his laugh. The two of them loved action shows, and they'd grown up watching Xena together.

"So where's your bag?" She asked him. He turned slightly to show the slim backpack he wore. "Oh."

"Yeah, it carries what I need, but it's aerodynamic enough so it doesn't bother me at higher speeds."

"'Higher speeds'?" their mother repeated in question. "Just what do you mean by that, young man?" Her tone was leaning toward scolding.

Sam slipped an arm around Jane's shoulders. "Relax, Mom. I stayed within the speed limit the whole way. Lucky for me, there's a few good stretches where the limit is 85, so I did get to open up the throttle a little." He felt his mother cringe slightly at the thought of him flying along at 85 on what she felt was just a bicycle with a motor.

"Statistically, motorcycles have far fewer accidents than cars," Sasha offered. She gave her brother a wink that said "I got your back".

All of a sudden, a strange sound erupted from Jane's pocket. Still thinking about her son on a motorcycle, the sound startled her and she jumped visibly. "Oh! Goodness!" Holding one hand to her chest, she dug her cell phone from her pocket and looked at the number. "Uh oh. It's my editor. I have to take this." She excused herself and walked toward the porch.

"So, did you really stay in the limit the whole way," Sasha asked after her mother was out of earshot.

"Of course, I did, Sis!" A sly grin spread across his face. "I can't make the bike go any faster than its own limits, now can I?"

"Oooooh, I'm gonna tell Mom!" she teased.

While they chatted and laughed, Jane continued her call for a few minutes, then finally ended and returned.

"Kids, I'm so sorry," she apologized. "I know you've both driven all this way just for me, but I have to get my latest chapter to the post office and get it sent to my editor. I meant to do it yesterday, but I just got so busy that I forgot."

"Are you sure, Mom? It can't wait?" Sam was frowning, as he'd just got there.

"I'm afraid it can't, Samuel. It'll take me about three hours to get there and back, and I need to go ahead before they close. Joys of living so far from civilization . . ."

"Don't worry about it, Mom," Sasha said. "We're not going anywhere. We'll be right here when you get back. Right, Sam?" She nudged her brother.

"Oh, I don't know," he pondered jokingly. "After a nine hour drive, I kinda feel like just hopping back on the bike and heading right back home."

Jane grabbed the collar of his jacket and pulled his face low enough for her to kiss his cheek. "That's my boy. Always so sweet."

Patting him on the same cheek, she turned and jogged up the steps and into the house. By the time Sasha and Sam had made it up the steps, Jane had already retrieved her manuscript and keys and was on her way back out.

"See you when I get back, kids!"

Both of them waved as she pulled out of the drive, then they went inside.

"You look good, Sis. Been doing okay?"

She nodded in response as she took in his appearance. The black jeans, the black leather jacket, the close-fitting white t-shirt, it all complimented his physique very well. Unfortunately, it made her think about what lay beneath it all, and since she'd already seen it, she could imagine it pretty well.

"Yeah," she answered autonomously. "I'm good. You?"

"Great," he said, "just great. Got a pretty good raise at work. But I'm actually thinking of opening my own fitness studio."

"Really?" she said, trying hard to pay attention to what he was saying. But being this close to him made it difficult. "Glad to hear it. You've worked hard, Sam." She smiled at him, then paused. Oh no, she thought. Not now! That familiar queasiness twisted in her gut. "Oh, God . . ."

Sam frowned. "What? What's wro-"

He didn't get out the rest before Sasha bolted toward the bathroom, closing the door behind her, then dropping to her knees in front of the toilet. She had no doubts whatsoever that Sam could hear her retching. Several minutes passed until she felt like it was over, then she gargled some mouthwash to get the taste out. When she finally opened the door, Sam was right there, concern all over his face.

"Are you okay?"

Dammit, she thought. Well, here goes . . .

"I'm fine, Sam. I'm just pregnant."

To his credit, he didn't freak out or get excited. "Really? That's great! So the A.I. thing worked out?"

For a few seconds, she considered following along with that, pretending it was from a sperm donor. Then she discarded that idea and decided to come clean, shaking her head.

"Actually, no. I wasn't able to go through with the A.I. procedure." She paused for effect before she added, "I couldn't do it because I was already pregnant." Then she waited for him to ask who she was dating, who was the father.

Instead, he completely surprised her by grinning proudly. "I see. So that birthday present I gave you just kept on giving, didn't it?"

Now she frowned, confused. "What? What birthday present? What are you talking about-" Then she figured it out. "Oh my God! You were awake the whole time! Sam, why didn't you stop me?!"

"Because I didn't want to, Sis," he said. "When I was laying there that night, I realized how much I wanted you." Sasha just stared. "I don't mean that I just wanted your body, Sis. I wanted YOU. It wasn't Jessie that broke up with me. I broke up with her. I realized that I wanted to be with you, I just didn't know how to say it. And when I heard you talking about wanting to have a baby . . ."

She leaned against the door for support. "Sam . . ."

"Sasha, I couldn't stand the thought of you having some stranger's baby."

"But why did you pretend to be asleep the whole time?"

He looked down at the floor. "I . . . I was afraid you'd think I was just a sick pervert. That I was trying to just take advantage of you."

She looked at her handsome brother for several long minutes.

"Sasha, please say something . . ."

But she didn't say anything. Instead, she took his hand and lead him toward the guest room. Stopping by the bed, she turned to face him. She reached up and hooked her fingers behind his neck, then pulled herself up, pressing her lips against his in the very first kiss they'd ever shared. He tasted wonderful, so warm . . .

When she finally lowered herself, she stared into his blue eyes. "Sam, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since that night. At first, I thought I was just infatuated with you because you were my first." His eyes widened at the news, and she smiled at him. "But now it makes sense to me. I can't stop thinking about you because . . ."

Sam touched her cheek softly. "Because you love me?" Sasha nodded.

"And you love me," she finished for him.

He leaned down and took her lips with his again, kissing her slowly, but with passion. After a minute or so, he felt Sasha peeling back his leather jacket and he let her remove it, flinging it to the floor. Next, she pulled his shirt up, forcing him to break the kiss until it was over his head. It joined the jacket.

As they continued their kiss, they both kicked off their shoes and pushed them aside. Her hands course along his abs, tracing the muscles as they worked steadily toward his belt buckle. She got the belt loose and had unbuttoned his jeans, then had to wait as he lifted up her t-shirt and pulled it off, tossing it on the dresser.

Breathing in his essence, Sasha felt his strong hands reach behind her, easily unhooking the clasp of her bra. As he hooked his fingers under the straps, she felt the slightest hint of self-consciousness, knowing that this would be the first time her brother had ever seen her breasts.

He slid the bra off and let it drop, staring at her longingly. "You're absolutely perfect, Sis." He followed his compliment by kissing her again, then trailing his lips down her chin, her neck, all the way down to her breasts. First one, then the other, he gently suckled them, sending tremors along her spine. Her nipples tingled with sensation as he nursed her.




Sam's Gift



"Oh, Sam," she sighed, as he worked his way back up, taking her mouth with his once more.

She had to forced her hands to work against her distraction, pulling down the zipper of his jeans. She had to break their kiss yet again to drag his jeans down, waiting for him to step out of them, taking note of his enormous already-erect cock. He did much the same for her, letting her kick her jeans aside. As he rose, he paused long enough to drag his tongue up between her legs, caressing her clit, causing her to gasp.

As he stood once more, he slowly lowered her onto the bed then lowered himself between her knees. One more long, passion-filled kiss, and then he paused, his thick cock only inches away from her hungry pussy lips.

"Sis," he said, his voice hoarse with desire. "All you have to do is tell me to stop and I will."

"No, Sam," she whispered back. "I want this. I want YOU." She smiled happily at him. "I want you to make love to me." Yes, she knew he was her brother. But, to be frank, she didn't give a damn. Not anymore. "I want to feel you inside me, Sam."

He brought his face close to hers and she could feel his warm breath against her mouth. Then he took his cock in one hand and guided it as he caressed her pussy lips with his head. Her heart thudded in her chest at his touch, feeling that fevered flesh meet her own. He traced her longing folds with it, teasing the slit from one end to the other, pausing to play with her clit. Her breath quickened.

As he toyed with her, she reached down between them, using her trembling fingers to spread open the lips of her hungry hole. Taking his cue, Sam pressed his cock head against her and gently pushed it in, having to force its thickness past her tight opening.

Once the entire head was resting snugly in her entrance, he took his hand away, caressing her body.

"Sasha," he whispered. "If it was allowed, I would ask you to marry me."

She couldn't have kept the happiness from her face if she'd wanted. "And if it was allowed, my answer would be-" In once smooth motion, Sam drove his thick cock into her as far as he could, her vagina stretching to the limit to accommodate his size. "YES!!" she cried, both in answer and in pleasure, her back arching slightly.

She felt every bit of him inside her, so strong, so hot, so alive. She wanted him so badly.

Sam didn't move for some time, letting her pussy adjust to his thickness, before he slowly began to work his hips, working his cock out then in again.

The thrill of it made her smile all the wider as she placed a hand on his cheek. "Oh, God, Sam. This is actually happening. We're having sex! You're fucking your sister!" The taboo of it all made it so much more desirable for her. She curved her fingers around the back of his neck and pulled him to her, kissing him hard as she spread her legs further apart for him.

With every stroke, her entire body rocked, causing the frame of the bed to tap against the wall. Sam broke the kiss, giving her a chance to catch her breath and his body bucked against hers. She was tingling all over, every nerve suddenly awake and on fire.

"Yes, Sam!" she begged breathlessly. "Show me how we made our baby!" Sam answered by thrusting into her hard, repeatedly, causing her pussy to clench a little. The added tightness made both of them gasp and moan, and Sam kept bucking all the harder, making Sasha lose all track of time.

She didn't know how long the passionate assault lasted, but she noticed right away when he began to slow, taking the time to kiss her lips, then her neck. He never actually stopped as he surrounded her right nipple with his lips and nibbled at it playfully, lovingly.

Her head lolled to one side as she absorbed the sensation, letting her brother, her lover, bring her such pleasure. Then, he took his lips away and caressed it with his thumb while he gave the other nipple the same attention.

She tangled her fingers into his hair and pulled his face back to hers, taking his breath into her mouth as she kissed him again. She felt him grow just a bit harder inside her. Bringing her legs up, she wrapped them around him, pulling him closer, deeper, while her hands slid up and around his back, her fingers pressing into his muscles.

As though he had read her mind, he picked up speed again, the force of his thrusts increasing as well. Each time his cock bottomed out inside her, she felt closer to him. Her body shook, her breasts swayed, her fingers curled on his back. Her pussy was tingling non-stop, the intensity growing steadily. She was getting close . . .

She pulled her lips from his, staring into his loving eyes as he penetrated her again and again.

"That's it, Sam!" she instructed. "Harder! Fuck me harder!"

He complied readily.

His cock felt like fire inside her, searing her from the inside. She could feel herself getting so close, so close . . .

All at once, it was like her world exploded as the ecstacy of her climax struck. Her pussy clamped hard on his thick cock, and her juices had to struggle around it to be released. "OH, SAM!!" she cried, her nails digging painfully into his back.

But Sam wasn't quite done. As her moment of climax slowly faded, Sam never slowed. Instead his pace became more rapid. Looking into his eyes, she saw his love and hungry lust. She knew what was about to happen.

Even if she had been already pregnant, in that moment, neither of them would have suggested that he pull out. He wanted to cum inside her, and she wanted to feel his seed fill her.

His cock suddenly swelled even bigger, threatening to split her apart, then she felt wonderful cum spay against her womb, flooding her pussy with his semen.

"Oh, God, Sam! Yes!" she said, taking it all, her tight pussy milking him hard, twitching in pleasure.

"What the hell are you two doing?!"

The voice from the doorway shook them from their passion and Sam nearly fell off the bed as pulled his cock out of his sister. Sasha gasped in shock, dragging part of the bed sheet toward her chest. She only succeeded in cover one of her breasts, and her cum-soaked pussy was still in plain view, oozing her brother's semen.

"Mom!" Sasha exclaimed. "What are you doing back?!"

Jane held up a yellow envelope. "I grabbed the wrong manuscript."

"Mom, this isn't what it looks like," Sam tried to explain.

"Really? Because is looks like you're fucking your sister!" Then she noticed the creamy fluid draining from her daughter's folds. "Oh my God, Sasha! You not only fucked you're brother, but you let him cum in you, too?! This is absolutely sick and insane!" 

"Mom, it's not like that!" Sasha reached out and grabbed her brother's hand. "We love each other."

"Of course you do," Jane said. "You're brother and sister. You SHOULD love each other. But this is-"

"No, Mom," Sam said. "What she means is, we're IN LOVE with each other. We want to be together. Not as brother and sister, but as a man and a woman."

Jane stared at him, fuming, not paying any attention to the fact that his still-stiff cock was glistening with the mixture of their juices.. "Samuel, I- This is just wrong." She looked at Sasha. "And you! Letting him cum in you like that?! Can you imagine what would happen if you got pregnant?" She wasn't even thinking about the fact Sasha had been considering A.I.

"Mom," she said, pulling Sam down to sit next to her on the bed. "I'm . . . I'm already pregnant. I got pregnant when I was here on my birthday. Sam and I are having a baby. Sam is the father."

"What?!" her mother said, stunned.

"It's true, Mom." Sam slipped an arm around his sister, pulling her close. "We're having a baby together." Hearing Sasha say he was going to be a father made his heart leap with joy.

Jane leaned hard against the door frame as she tried to absorb what they were saying. After several minutes of silence, she spoke.

"Get out."

They both froze.

"Get out of my house. Go back to your own lives. I won't have this, not here, not in my house." Then she turned and walked away, going into her bedroom and slamming the door behind her.

******

Having never seen their mother so angry, Sam and Sasha felt it was best if they do as she said and go. They re-packed their clothes and left the house. After a brief discussion, Sam decided to follow her back to her home, despite the long drive. They would have to make plans for the baby, he reasoned with her.

In the next couple of weeks that followed, Sam quit his job at the gym and moved from his own city to Sasha's house. With his exceptional record at work, he was able to find a job at a local gym with only a small cut in pay. Three weeks after the incident at their mother's house, Sasha had another appointment with her doctor. Sam decided to go with her. When they got to the office, Sasha found out that Dr. McKellan had died in a car accident the week before, so she would a different doctor. As he examination proceeded, the new doctor, a woman named Karen Mills, asked Sasha if she wanted to do an ultrasound. She hadn't had one before, but she and Sam readily agreed that they wanted to.

As the image came on the screen, the doctor smiled at them.

"Well, congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Emmerson. It looks like you're having twins!"

The news was surprising, to say the least, but it certainly wasn't unwelcome. As they drove home, they joked about how the doctor has referred the as husband and wife.

The next day, Sam came home from work with a small box that he handed to Sasha. When she asked what it was, he got down on one knee and told her to open it. Inside, she found a gorgeous engagement ring and a matching pair of wedding rings.

"I can't actually marry you legally," he said, "but I can do this much."

He placed the engagement ring and her wedding band together on her finger, then let her put his on his own. As far as they were concerned, they were now man and wife.

A couple of days later, one of her co-workers noticed the rings and practically freaked out.

"Omigod, Sasha! When did you get married?!" Of course, her voice carried, and the next thing everyone was gathered around, asking questions. Luckily, Sasha had always kept her workspace completely impersonal. There were no pictures on her desk, so none of her co-workers had ever seen a picture of her brother. In fact, she was certain that none of them even knew she had a brother.

Saying that they'd gotten married over the weekend, they demanded some details. So she told them a carefully edited truth. She explained that she and her "husband" had grown up together, the best of friends. Then a few months ago, things between them changed, ending up with them in bed together. 

Seeing the smiles on their faces, should couldn't help but tell them the best part, that she and Sam were expecting twins. One woman teased her, saying she'd thought Sasha was just gaining weight. At the insistence of several of them, Sasha lifted her shirt to show them her very noticeable baby bump.

She enjoyed the attention, but she was just as glad that it slowly died away over the next few weeks.

As the weeks passed, Sasha and Sam kept regular check ups with her doctor. When she was at twenty-one weeks, they had another ultrasound done, and Dr. Mills congratulated them again, this time because they were having two girls. It didn't take them long at all to agree on names for them, settling on Anna and Ashley.

Their baby girls arrived nearly a week early, but Sasha and her brother were ready for them. They'd already prepared a room with everything they would need. 

During the course of the pregnancy, both of them had tried several times to get in contact with their mother, but she wouldn't answer the phone when they called. As their birthday approached, they decided to make one last effort to mend fences with their mother.

It was on their birthday that they arrived on their mother's doorstep, each of them holding a beautiful little three-month-old baby girl. Sam rapped on the door and waited.

Five minutes passed as they waited, and Sasha was almost ready to just give up and go home. Then the door opened and their mother peered out.

First she saw Sam and opened her mouth to tell him to go away. But before she could say it, she noticed to baby in his arms. She paused, caught off-guard.

"Is . . . is that who I think it is?" Jane asked slowly. "Is that your and Sasha's baby?"

"Correction," Sasha said, moving into view with Ashley in her arms. "THEY are our babies. Your granddaughters."

Jane put a hand to her mouth as she gasped, looking from one babe to the other. "Oh . . . Oh, my God . . ."

"Mom?" Sam said cautiously.

Tears started to well up in her eyes. "They're . . . they're so beautiful!"

And just like that, Anna and Ashley had their grandmother's approval, and Sasha and Sam had their mother's acceptance.

From then on, they made regular visits, taking turns to make the long trip. 

******

Three years later, as Jane sat in her children's living room playing with her granddaughters, Sam walked in, carrying a small plate with baby carrots and some broccoli.

"Here you are, Mom," he said, handing her the plate. "Thought you might want something to eat."

"Oh, thank you, dear." She took the plate and set it on the corner table, taking a single carrot for herself and one each for the girls. "Anna, honey, would you like a carrot?"

"Yes, peez!" Anna said as politely as a three-year-old knew how, taking the carrot and chewing on the end of it.

"Ashley? You want one?"

Little Ashley shook head, flinging her black hair in that adorably way toddlers did.

"Mom," Sasha called from the kitchen, "If you want some cauliflower, we have some of that, too."

"Oh, I'm fine, sweetheart." She squinted her eyes as Ashley reached up and poked her nose with a little finger. "Are you trying to steal my nose, baby?" Ashley grinned and nodded. Jane laughed.

"I'm glad you could come, Mom," Sam said. "The girls have been begging to see you for the last week."

"That's because they love their Gramma," Jane replied. "Besides, It's their birthday. I wouldn't have missed it for the world. Speaking of which, how is the C-A-K-E coming along?" she asked, spelling out the word.

"I think Sasha is almost done with it."

"Actually," Sasha said from the doorway, "I just finished. And it looks very good, if I do say so myself."

"You could have let me help, sweetheart," her mother scolded.

"Oh, no, you don't," Sasha wagged a finger at her. "You wouldn't take any help all those years making mine and Sam's. And now I know why." She looked at her babies, her chest swelling with joy. "There's just something about being a mother, especially on your babies' birthday. You had your time doing this for me and Sam. It's my turn now."

Jane sighed and smiled. "Well, there you go. I can't argue with that, now can I?"

"You'd better not," Sam warned jokingly. "I've quickly learned that, even when she's wrong, she's right."

"As any good husband learns," Sasha teased, giving her brother a quick kiss on the lips.

Sam started to wrap an arm around her, but she suddenly broke free of him and rushed down the hall to the bathroom.

"Sasha?" he called, starting to follow. "Honey, what's wrong?"

"Wait, Samuel," Jane instructed her son. "Watch the girls, I'll go check on her." As she slowly rose to her feet, they could hear Sasha retching all the way from the living room.

"Mommy sick?" Anna asked, tugging at her Gramma's pants leg.

"I don't know, baby," she said as she patted the little one on her head.

By the time she stood and was at the doorway of the living room, Sasha was already coming back out of the bathroom, a half-grin on her face.

"You look happy, for someone who just threw up," Sam said, worried.

Sasha didn't say anything until she reached her brother's side. "I suppose this is as good of a time as any to tell you, since we're all here."

"Tell me what?" he asked.

Jane figured it out first, and she started smiling.

"Well, brother," Sasha said, slipping her hands around him and drawing him close. "You're going to be a daddy again."



Sam's Girl



I've come home to a dark house. That's not unusual, but I'm on the alert immediately. Julie's car is in the driveway, and she doesn't leave all the lights off when she's at my house. 

So I'm cautious as I unlock the door and step inside the house. My ears strain to pick up any noise, and when I hear the floorboards creak behind me I spin around and crouch down to sweep-kick. I hear Julie's little gasp and check myself.

"You want a spanking, don't you?"

She pretends at fear. "Oh no, not a spanking..." Her voice changes from child to seductress. "...but you want a fucking, don't you?"

My mouth goes dry. "What do you mean?"

She leans over and whispers, "You know what I mean." Her voice is tender, and now I know what she means. "Get in the bedroom, Sam." She pushes me toward the stairs and there's an anticipatory nervousness as I climb them.

I walk toward the bedroom, knowing I want her, I want it, need it. I close the bedroom door behind me because she always wants it dark. I strip slowly, knowing she will take her time about coming to bed with me, and crawl into bed, rolling from side to side to make the sheets warm. I burrow under the covers and stroke my hard cock, just a little and I hear her feet on the stair treads and hold my breath.

But she's in the bathroom now, and she might be in there for hours. She's done it before, she's very self-conscious.

I wish I could tell her how special she is, that she's exactly what I need, that I love and treasure her, but whenever I try she tells me she's unlovable and I don't see her for a week. And it was hell last time; I finally went to her house and she looked like she hadn't showered the whole time. 

The water just turned off. She's coming...and my dick just got hard.

The door creaks; the bathroom light is on and I see her as a dark spot shaped like a woman. God, what a woman. I throw the covers off the sheets and lay back, knees up and apart, knowing what's coming, mad at myself for wanting this, powerless to resist it, not wanting to want it but compelled to by some twisted core in me, the one that loves Julie for what she is instead of just who.

"Hi Sam," she whispers from between my legs, and then I feel her tongue on my scrotum and I tense up. "Like that?"

I nod, and then realize she can't see me. "Yeah," I say, and my voice is gritty from excitement and too much mouth-breathing. I start breathing through my nose.

I feel a swatch of fabric on my dick and I feel that she's taken off her gown before it is pulled from my hand. I feel warmth on my dick and realize it's her breath before she swallows me all at once, making me arch my back and moan a little. My fingers run through her long, soft, fine hair and I gasp as she throats me again.

She always starts like this, she says sucking dick makes her horny and I believe her. She loves it, She takes my dick in her mouth and just slicks it up, and it feels like getting fucked by the tightest, hottest woman ever, it feels like you're just outside Heaven feeling the AC blow through the pearly gates. She brought me to the edge and I wanted her to stop, not knowing whether she would or not, if she'd gotten cold feet about sex tonight she'd suck me off and then leave. But she stops, right as my dick is swelling to fire, she stops just in time and puts her head on my inner thigh while I back down. 

She pushes my legs up and spits onto my asshole, wipes it away with her finger and then lowers her mouth to me.

Her tongue circles my ass, and I feel each circle with a delicious slick friction, and her tongue darts at my asshole and I feel it contract. Not to be denied, she thrusts her face between my ass cheeks and sticks her tongue into me.

My dick throbs, and I feel it's spurted pre-come onto my chest. Julie pulls her face from me and I hear her tinkling little laugh.

"Do you want it?" she asks me, and I hear the smile in her voice.

"I want it," I answer.

"What do you want?"

"You know," I tell her slyly.

"You mean...this?" and I feel her penis against my lips.

Julie is a hermaphrodite. She has gorgeous breasts, a beautiful face, a high, sweet female voice, and a dick. You would never know by looking at her; my friends all hit on her and she laughs at them. It's pretty gratifying. We met in a coffee shop and started matching up the personal ads in the local jam rag; she knew that I was into her, never knowing that she didn't date for obvious reasons, and finally she broke down and told me, never knowing that I was looking for exactly her all this time.

It was a match made in heaven.

She is warm and silky-smooth against my lips, and I run my tongue along her shaft, along the underside and both sides, and then run my tongue along the fissure and I taste her. Sweet Julie, she's really turned on tonight, she is so hard and her head feels so natural against my lips, sliding inside, and I can see a vague shadow above me throwing it's head back. My hands go up to her breasts and I squeeze her nipples, making her yelp in pain and pleasure, and she thrusts her dick deep into my throat. I can taste her more now; I want to suck her off, I want to hear my sweet Julie moaning and feeling and tasting her in my mouth as her hips thrust in tiny thrusts and her dick spurts in my mouth. She has a working testicle and I know there's sperm in there, her sperm, my Julie, and I swallow happily every time. I feel her balls on my chin and I know I've got her thick six inches in my throat as far as it will go and I pull back and slide my lips over my teeth to squeeze on the return stroke.

There, I feel a spurt, a jet of salty come across my tongue, and I let her free of my mouth. She collapses next to me on the bed. My eyes have adjusted to the darkness and I can see her throb; she's too close now and I lay my head on her flat belly with its faint trail of soft brown fur leading down to Paradise. Her breathing slows. 

"I know what you want," I tell her.

"Oh do you," she says, faux skeptic.

"Oh yeah," I tell her, and then my mouth is on her cock, still hard as a railroad spike. I salivate as much as I can on her, but I am ready anyway; I would do what I'm going to do even if she wrapped it in sandpaper. 

She's good and wet, and I straddle her and take her in my ass, rocking down a little at a time to fit her, feeling her slide inside me without trouble; we've done this before. Not often enough. Julie hates her body but I'm convincing her that it can be loved, so loved. As I feel myself settle against her pelvis, I lean forward so my own cock is pressed against her belly and her hips are rocked up behind me, she is buried in me and I kiss her. "Missionary position," I tell her, and she giggles in a strained kind of way--she is close to coming and holding back hard. I straighten and begin pile-driving myself onto her dick, and she is moaning words now.

"Oh, Sammy, fuck me, take me in, be my man--" and her voice breaks; I feel her dropping back and I grind against her, tightening myself on her.

"I will Julie, I'll be your man, I can't help--that--" I tremble on the edge, grinding her dick against my prostate, "I love you."

I feel her stiffen beneath me, but only for a moment, then I sense her rocketing back up toward climax. She thrusts into me and I can take it all, I would do anything for my girl and letting her fuck me in the ass is a pleasure, not a chore. 

I roll off her and lay on my back at the end of the bed and Julie gets up and walks to me, her tool in her hand, and I put my heels on her shoulders as she splits me open.

I hold myself stationary and let her set the pace, thrusting into me harder and harder as she climbs toward the summit. She pushes against my prostate with each thrust and I can feel my come drip onto my stomach. 

"Oh God, Sam...love you too--" and she has never said that before, and I feel her swell and spurt inside me and that is all I need. My prostate clenches against her shaft while my own jism shoots out onto my chest. I hold still, riding it out, while she moans and thrusts into me, still coming, I can feel it.

Her dick softens in me and I feel her leaking out of me; she must have shot off a gallon. I feel sad that I didn't let it all into my mouth, but then Julie wouldn't have gotten the fuck she needed. She pulls free with a sigh and I gather her into my arms.

"Did you mean it, Sam?" she asks me softly. "I'm not just a toy you'll tire of?"

"I meant it, sweet Julie. You never said anything..."

"Who would want me, Sam? With this...thing..."

I held her tight. "I love that thing, I need it, I need you, Julie. You have, and are, all I want."

And she held me, and I thought, Life is wonderful.