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Twice Forbidden Ch. 01

By: JayLikestoRead



NOTE: This story takes place in the future, but you'll be disappointed if you expect to read about two people having sex on a hoverboard or a woman using a hard-light hologrammatic dildo. (Feel free to use those ideas in your own story, though!)

***

Very soon I'm going to tell you a story about my lover. In the course of that story, I related a couple incidents to him that I think you'll enjoy on their own.

I graduated near the top of my high school class. We still have the picture with the "Class of 2034" banner behind me. I was also an only child. Neither of my parents was ever formally told that they were infertile; they just never managed to get pregnant. I don't remember ever being told that I was adopted, but I can't remember a time when I knew what "adopted" meant and didn't know that I was.

I had a new boyfriend within a month of leaving for college. Todd was a sophomore in my organic chemistry class. I didn't piece it together until we studied together for the first test, but I was attracted to him because he's intelligent, and I knew he was intelligent because of how he spoke. It wasn't because he used big words; he used complete sentences, and he used words that conveyed the precise meaning he intended. Our first time was unusual, but I don't mean in a kinky way. Todd is really honest, or maybe "candid" would be a better word. Most guys do stuff to get you to go to bed with them. Todd did nice things because he was genuinely nice, but the first time he wanted sex, we were in my dorm room and he came right out and asked me, "Would you like to have sex?" I said yes, and we did.

A month or so later, we were at his apartment. Todd wanted to show me a fan site he was building for Bloodhounds, a TV show from the late '20's. "I'm surprised," I told him. "A cerebral guy like you watching a cop show?"

"Don't be," he said. "It only lasted two years, but it had authentic-sounding dialogue and realistic police procedure, and it followed the Fair Mystery rules. It doesn't hurt that I had a crush on Officer Brittany, the sidekick from the second season."

We had this conversation before he'd even turned his computer on. When he went to the browser history to open the webpage, I stopped him. "What's that?" I asked. I pointed to the line under "Bloodhounds_Kennel.fan."

Without embarrassment, he said, "That's a message board I go to for people who like to read about incest."

"Did someone mol-?" I asked, unable to finish the word.

"No, it's not that kind. This is about consenting adults who just happen to be related." The welcome page had flashy graphics but nothing obscene. He logged in and showed me a man's account of how he and his sister started a long-term sexual affair. I read it, and it ... didn't gross me out like I thought it would. "Wow, it's a pretty exciting story, and not disturbing at all, other than the knowledge that they'd go to jail if they were found out in most states."

"We're just taught to think it's gross, because the possibility of damaging a family relationship is all too real. As long as people understand the risk, it's no more immoral than dating your boss or a rich guy buying expensive jewelry for his girlfriend."

I read story after story. I could tell these weren't people being paid to make up titillating stories, in no small part because some of them clearly had never been edited. After reading one of them, I told Todd, "This one's pretty hot, but isn't it just a little convenient that a guy who had sex with his mom completely by surprise just happened to know of a website where he could write about it the very next day?"

"Yeah, I know," Todd agreed. "Back when Penthouse still had a print edition, their publisher said that the letters they ran were all real, with a little editing for readability and to take out references to minors, but he admitted that there was obviously no way they could verify that any of the incidents actually happened, and that was NON-incest stories."

"This one looks interesting," I said. Todd read it with me. When we finished reading the story, I looked at Todd and asked, "What do you think?"

"Let's do it," he said.

I made that head-bow that acting students sometimes do. I pulled out my cell phone and pretended to make a call. "Where are you, Steve?" I asked.

Todd deliberately sounded like he wasn't paying attention. "I'm beating some new guy at Manassas III. Why, what's going on?" It pleased me that Todd knew enough pop culture to know that Manassas is the most popular digital game of the 30's, but he wasn't up to speed enough to know that they were just getting ready to release III at the time.

I raised my voice. "We had a date, tonight, you jackass!" Then I pretended to press the disconnect button. I acted like I was stomping through the house. I deliberately knocked a real box of tissue onto the floor.

Todd changed characters. "What's wrong, Sherry?"

"I was planning on losing my cherry tonight, but my dumbass boyfriend is too busy playing a game online to even notice."

"Well, that's a shame," Todd said. "What are you gonna do now?"

"I don't know," I said. "Say, Brad, you're strong." I rubbed Todd's bicep, which was funny because Todd's not all that muscular. "And big, too!" Todd also is only an inch or two taller than me. Then I rubbed his crotch. "Well, where it counts anyway!" That part was real.

"But, Sherry, I'm your brother!" he protested.

"Aren't you supposed to love and protect me?" I asked innocently.

"Uh, yeah, I guess so."

"Well, I've decided I'm going to lose my virginity, preferably tonight." I unbuckled his pants. "If I can't get it from you or Steve, I'll just have to go out to a club and find someone else who might do horrible things to me while I'm vulnerable." I pulled his pants down to his ankles. "But you can protect me by taking my maidenhead!"

I put my hand through the fly of his underwear and pulled his cock out, but Todd broke up laughing. "Maidenhead?"

I stroked his cock and explained, "She used so many different words, I thought she'd read a thesaurus while she was waiting for Steve to call." I went back into character. "Show me how to use this, pleeeease, Brad?"

Suddenly he sounded like he was just giving in to a silly request from a silly girl. "Well, okay, I guess you have to learn sometime. First, take off your clothes." I pulled my T-shirt off. I was reaching behind my back to unhook my bra when he added, "Slowly."

He stroked his cock as I removed my clothing one article at a time. "Have you had practice at this?" I asked.

"Role playing?"

"No, I mean the fact that I took this long to strip and you haven't spilled your cum. Most guys our age would have by the time I got my jeans off."

"Self-discipline," he said.

"I've never tried that! Is it as erotic as I've heard?" I asked.

"SELF-discipline." He looked at me. "Oh, you were pretending. Sorry. Continue!"

"Now that I'm naked, what do I do next, Big Brother?"

He walked toward me, which wasn't easy with his pants at his ankles. "Do what you were doing before," he said. I stroked his cock a few times. "Now lick each of my balls." I lifted his shaft and did as he said. "Form an 'o' with your lips and surround the head. Now close your lips around it. Got it?" I nodded once I'd done the last thing. "Now slowly move down until you've taken all ten inches into your pretty little mouth."

I let him out and said, "Ten inches? I got news for you, buddy."

"Not mine. She said that's how long her brother's dick was. Now, back in position." He put his hand on the back of my head and pretended to push. Of course, I was taking him inside me willingly. "Up and down, up and down." I was actually putting less effort into this blow job than I normally do, but we were both trying to stick to the story that Sherry had posted. "Now I'm ready to come, so get on the bed quickly and spread your legs for me."

I jumped on his bed, turned over, pulled my legs up as close to my shoulders as I could and spread them. "Like this?"

Todd was holding his cock out. He came up between my legs and felt my pussy. "You don't feel like you're ready," he said.

"Of course I'm ready, Big Brother!" I said in a cartoonish voice.

"No, seriously, I'm glad you're enjoying this, but you're kind of dry. I'll be right back." He returned with a bottle of lube and a cherry Coke.

"Is that a pun?" I asked.

Todd looked down at what he was holding. "Oh, cherry! I wish I were that clever."

"Trust me, you're very clever," I told him.

Todd poured the lube over my pussy. He rubbed it in gently. It didn't make me want to come, but it made me love him even more. I reached down between my legs and felt myself. "I'm ready now," I told him.

Todd did the same head-bow. When he raised his head, he said, "Prepare to become a woman!"

I shook my head. "Did he really say that?"

"No, she said it herself." He found my cunt and shoved his cock deep inside. Ordinarily, it's not how I like to be penetrated, but we were acting, so it was just funny.

"Ow!" I said in mock pain. He pulled back and moved in slowly this time. "Ooh," I said more calmly. "Ooh!" I added. Todd picked up the pace.

"Oh, shit! I'm coming, Sherry!"

"Come inside me, Brad!"

"Here I come!" And he did.

Sherry had written, "After he came, he flipped me over and continued to fuck my brains out." We knew that wasn't possible as written. We gave her the benefit of the doubt and assumed she just left out a couple steps. I was able to turn over pretty easily, and Todd got back inside me without much effort. Sometimes I like being fucked hard and sometimes I like it gentle. This was one time when hard was good. I was shaking my head so wildly, we probably looked like one of those banner ads for porn video sites where they say he destroys her or other violent imagery.

Todd had already come twice, and he was fucking me a third time when he asked, "Is it safe?"

"No. I wanted this to be special."

"Not taking the chance. I'm protecting you, remember?" Todd pulled out and I rolled over so he could spray his cum over my tits. (I know that sounds like a lot of effort, but that's what Sherry said they did.) He made a big show of moving his hips back and forth to make it go in all different directions, and I made an equally big show of shaking my tits and raising my head to gather as much cum as I could.

When he'd finished coming, he lay down next to me. "Seriously, what about protection?"

"I've been on the Pill since I was sixteen," I assured him.

"You did tell me that," he recalled. "I just got caught up in the moment there. What did Sherry say about it?"

I got up and looked at the screen. "She says she felt his cum breaking through to her womb for the first time. She doesn't say she had any kind of protection, but she also doesn't say anything about wanting to get pregnant either."

Todd picked up the can of Coke and poured it on the sheet. "I guess it really was your first time. I'm sorry I doubted you."

I laughed. "So, you said you weren't abused, but did you ever have sex with a relative?"

"No, I'm not actually attracted to anyone in my family; it's just an exciting fantasy."

I added, "I know what you mean, like those father-daughter stories. My daddy's wonderful, and he doesn't look like a space monster, but attractive? If I mention my accountant named Sid, you'll probably picture something pretty close to what he looks like."

We fucked some more, but this time as ourselves. Over the rest of the school year, we acted out several more stories, including one about a 20-year-old who seduced her uncle and a guy who took the phrase "mother-fucking asshole" literally. That wasn't our entire sex play, but it's certainly the most interesting. When it was close to finals week in the spring, Todd thought I was getting too attached to him and broke up with me. I was hurt, but given the timing, I figured it was better to be unattached for a couple weeks anyway.

***

That summer my extended family had a picnic on a lakefront timeshare that my grandmother owns. We all brought our swimsuits, of course. My cousin Chloe and I had bikinis that were both enticing, but in different ways. Our cousin Kyle had just graduated high school. Chloe was a year older than me. We noticed that he couldn't stop staring at us, but he also wouldn't admit why. I got her away from him and told her my idea. "We should force him to admit that he likes girls in bikinis."

"That's assuming he likes girls," Chloe said.

"The way he's looking at us, I'm sure he does. What we can do is tell him we're having a bikini contest and he has to judge. We can both point out how sexy we are and watch him squirm."

"Sounds like fun," she agreed.

We found Kyle and got him to join us in a secluded area far from our family. Chloe told him what we wanted. "Gee, I don't know. Chloe's bikini doesn't cover as much, but Maria's fits her better."

I acted incensed. "Well, I can fix that!" I pulled the straps of my top over my shoulders, revealing a little more of the top of my boobs.

Chloe said, "Wait, that's not fair. It doesn't have to fit if it's not even covering you!" She reached behind her and unhooked the straps from the band. It was a string bikini, so he could see the tops of her areolas.

"Mine's just as revealing as yours," I said. I took the top of the bikini bottom and folded it down, revealing the top millimeter of my landing strip.

"That's a nice shave, Maria," Chloe said. "Is it a Brazilian wax?"

"No, it's a new style from Morocco. I met a guy right before finals who did it for me."

"What else did he do for you?" Chloe asked.

"Wouldn't you like to know!" I said, and we both giggled.

"Do you think he could do the same for me?" she asked. She didn't just fold her bottom piece over. She pulled it down a tiny bit, so it left half her butt uncovered and it may even have exposed her clit. I wasn't sure because she had so much hair there. She turned to Kyle. "That's part of the competition, too, Kyle. Whose shave do you like better?"

"Um, I ..."

I said, "Well, Chloe, you can't expect him to judge if he can't see it." I pushed my bottom piece down just below the lowest part of my pussy. They could both see how close I'd shaved. "Isn't my shave sexier, Kyle?"

Chloe pulled hers down a little further. "But look at the detail on mine!" I had to admit, the way she'd left a heart shape was pretty impressive.

"Back to the swimsuit," I said. "The inside is part of the bikini, so you have to judge that too." I pulled my top out and showed him what little lining there was, naturally exposing my tits in full. Not to brag, I'd seen much bigger ones in the pictures Kyle showed me, but I'm rather pleased with their shape.

"But I've got these," Chloe said. She pulled her top off and tossed it on the sand.

Damn it, her tits actually were huge. I undid my top and let it hang under my tits. "What do you say, Kyle?"

Kyle couldn't speak, at least not intelligibly. I looked at Chloe and looked at the large area behind us. I stood behind Kyle. Chloe pushed him back toward me, and I helped him onto the ground. Chloe pulled his trunks down to his knees and pulled her bikini bottom down just far enough that she could kneel over his cock and take it inside her. Not to be left out, I pulled my bottom down and sat on his face. With Chloe doing all the work on her end, Kyle could put his full effort into eating me. He clearly had some experience, because he did so much more than just lick in all directions. He knew how to find the little nooks and crannies in my pussy and how to rub me in the other places to heighten the sensation. Before long, all three of us were coming. When we'd finished, Chloe and I got up and removed our bottoms.

Kyle took his trunks the rest of the way off. The way Chloe and I had positioned ourselves, I hadn't noticed how big it was. I've never measured a guy to see if he was telling the truth, but he looked like he was probably six inches even when he was recovering. I turned to Chloe and asked, "Does he feel as big as he looks?"

She nodded with a smile. "But to enjoy it as much as I did, you'll have to help him bring it back."

"I know how to do that," I said. I turned so he was off to the side and reached for Chloe's pussy. She turned and did the same to me. We kissed a little. She played with my lips while I sifted through her hair.

"Ready when you are!" Kyle announced.

I looked toward him, and he certainly was. This time Chloe sat on his face. Since I didn't have my bikini bottom in the way, I was able to lower myself almost vertically to take him in. "Ooh, Kyle, you really got the family jewels, didn't you?" I asked. Kyle was too busy eating our cousin's pussy to answer. I've never touched another woman's pussy, but hers looked so beautiful while he ate it that I briefly thought about telling them about the incest site in hopes that they'd post a picture. Kyle had just come inside me, and only about half his load, when we thought we heard people approaching. We got our clothes on in a hurry, only to find that someone's dog had gotten loose. The last of Kyle's cum got on my shin when we were disentangling ourselves. Chloe saw it happen and licked it off me. That and the show we put on for Kyle remain the extent of the sexual contact I've ever had with another woman. I enjoyed the reaction we got from Kyle, but I realized that I'm truly only attracted to men. When I came back to school in the fall, I looked up Todd and thanked him for opening my eyes to the joy of family love.

Twice Forbidden Ch. 02



In 2038, the Human Genome Project was officially completed. I say officially because the famous project really just opened the doors to all kinds of other research. Coincidentally, I finished my bachelor's degree in biology that year, with the announcement being the top news story the night before I received my diploma. I happened to get into grad school at St. Regis University in Indiana when they were starting their research on a gene that's been linked to prostate cancer. Our findings and the effort that went into them, of course, are of little interest to the reader.

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When I started college, I found myself attracted to several professors at various times. At first I thought it was their age. It wasn't due to any kind of paternal fixation; I don't have any unnaturally positive or negative feelings toward my dad. My first serious relationship was with a guy I met in Organic Chemistry class. Not only did he understand everything that was going on, he liked German novels like I do. That only lasted a year, but I realized after dating him that I'm attracted to intelligent men. I actually did date one of my undergrad professors. He was in his thirties, and he taught classical studies. We kept it on the down low for the semester I was in his class and dated openly the next semester. He got a job at another college the next year, but I gave him a send-off he'd never forget.

When I applied at St. Regis, I told them off the bat that I'd like to work on one of the cancer-related studies. When I met Dr. Brownstreet, I told him it was because my grandmother had died from a type of lung cancer that they couldn't screen for at the time. He was so impressed at what I'd already learned about the subject that he hired me the same day.

Dr. Brownstreet ran the project, but he wasn't my supervisor. That would be Dr. Czasek. I'm told that he insisted that his regular students address him as Doctor or Professor, but he considered those of us in research to be colleagues, so we called him Jerry. By virtue of my particular knowledge base and the compatibility with my class schedule, I ended up working closely with him. I found out he'd been divorced twice and didn't have any kids. It turned out he loved the same word games that I do, and soon I realized that I was attracted to him.

Jerry didn't act as though he was attracted to me. I don't know whether he simply didn't feel that way, or if he was just trying to act professional, so I had to break the ice. One of the art-house cinemas was running a documentary about Rosalind Franklin that week. (I don't expect the reader to know this, but Watson and Crick used some of her unpublished research when they described the structure of DNA, which is why it was singularly interesting to us.) I asked him if he'd like to go, and he accepted. Jerry insisted on buying dinner because I had paid for the movie tickets, even though the tip alone was more than I'd paid for the tickets. He got a call on his cell phone and apologized before he answered. "Hey, Judy! ... Oh, not bad. Um, can I call you tomorrow? I'm kinda busy tonight. ... Thanks, you too." He explained, "That's my second wife."

"That seems remarkably civilized," I observed.

Jerry explained that both marriages ended on friendly terms, and the two ex-wives were even friends. The least friendly point of contention in either proceeding was Suzanne, the first wife, wanting the signed picture they took with Neil deGrasse Tyson a few months before he died. It also helped that there were no kids involved in either divorce. He turned his phone off for the rest of the evening.

We went to the movie and enjoyed it. Afterward, I pressed the issue. "I ... um ... I guess I should just say it. I'm attracted to you. I need to know if it's mutual."

"It is. Why do you think I went with you to a movie that I already have a screening copy of?"

"You'd seen it?"

"Yeah, but I already knew how it ended." We both laughed.

At this point we were outside my apartment building. "Would you like some coffee?" I asked. I refrained from continuing, "tea or me?" Naturally he accepted. While we were waiting for it to brew, I asked him, "So, what do we do now?"

"The college's official position is that no one's supposed to date a subordinate or their student. Luckily, Dr. Brownstreet is allowed to run the project pretty much how he likes, and I can tell you from experience that he's fine with it as long as everyone can work together."

"And I'm not your student," I said.

"You're not in my class, but I'm your advisor, and that still counts."

I came over to where he sat and rubbed my calf against his. "Got any advice for me, Jerry?"

"No advice, but we always ask people on the project for a swab to test." He stood up and put his hands on my upper arms. I moved in closer and kissed him. He opened his mouth, and I did the same. Our tongues touched. I moved my legs in hopes of discerning whether he had an erection. I couldn't tell. When he pulled away, he said, "That's good enough."

I could smell the coffee. "Coffee's ready," I told him. He followed me to the kitchen. I poured some into a coffee cup and asked him, "Cream?"

I hoped he'd say, "Yes, you will," but he just said, "Yes, please."

For the next month, we went out casually and were able to steal a moment here and there at work for a quick kiss. Of course, casually wasn't enough for me. Jerry's birthday was two weeks before Thanksgiving. I told him I had a surprise for him. I took him to the same restaurant we'd visited before the movie and brought him back to my apartment. As soon as he was inside the door and our coats were hung up, I turned the lights off and kissed him. He put his hands around me and rubbed my ass. I pushed myself away and put my hand between us. I could tell he was hard. I moved my hand up and unbuckled his belt. "Time for a DNA sample," I told him. I pulled his pants down to his ankles and pulled his cock out through the fly in his underwear. It wasn't at full attention at first, but I licked the underside until it was and then took the head into my mouth.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" he asked.

I had my mouth full at the moment, but I slowly let him out and told him, "The time for chasing is over, Dr. Czasek." (The name is pronounced "Chase-eck.") "Unless you like that sort of thing."

"Only for pretending," he said. "Anything like that will come to you if it's worth having."

I murmured my agreement as I licked his head again. When I had him good and hard, I stopped and asked him, "What do you want for your birthday?"

"I'm not sure what I want, but I know where I want it. Take me to your bed."

I turned the light back on. Jerry pulled his pants back up but left his belt unbuckled and his fly unzipped. I led him to my room. I turned on the lamp by my bed. I'd replaced the regular light bulb with a red one just for the occasion. "We're in luck. My roommate's at a wedding this weekend."

He feigned disappointment. "And here I was hoping for an audience."

"I'll keep that in mind for your next birthday," I told him. I stripped down to my bra and panties, both red lace. "Do you like these?" I asked.

"I'm going to like taking them off," he answered.

"Of course!" I said. "Everyone knows the best part of a present is unwrapping it."

"I'll remember that when I give you your present," Jerry said. My birthday is shortly after Thanksgiving. He pulled the strap off my left shoulder and onto the arm. He did the same with the other strap. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. I found his pants and pulled them down past his buttocks. He found the top clasp of my bra and undid all of them without the least bit of fumbling.

"I get the feeling you've had practice with this," I said.

"Like I told you, two marriages that ended without hard feelings." He pulled the left side of the bra off, and I did the same to the right.

"They look delicious," he said. He bent down and touched his tongue to a nipple, then spiraled around the areola. He tried to do the same with the other breast, but when he'd gone halfway around, I bent down to his level and pulled his underwear down to where his pants were. While I held onto the waist of his pants, he put his hands on my panties and pulled them partway down.

"Let go," I told him.

He did, asking, "Not ready yet?"

As he stood, I held onto his pants and underwear, and his cock came free. "You couldn't be more wrong," I told him. I let go of his pants and stood up. I took his hand. "If you want to join me in my bed, this is the time." He let me lead the way. I lay on my back, and he lay beside me. I noticed that my panties were no further down than when we were both crouched. "You don't seem to be in a hurry," I said. "I like that."

"I'm 45," he said. "At my age, there's not much new to see. Most of the fun is in new ways of seeing it."

Jerry had only pulled my panties down far enough to expose a little bit of my bush. I put his fingertips on it. "So, how would you like to see it?"

"Hovering over my mouth, while you finish what you started when the lights were off."

"Sounds like fun," I said. He moved onto his back, and I moved down to remove his pants and underwear. I came back up and positioned myself so he could eat me from underneath. He pulled a little on the leg opening and rubbed the lowest portion with his finger. He rubbed my perineum and then came back and ran his finger along the place where my pussy lips met. I rubbed my tits, not for show but just because it felt so sensual. He put his finger inside me, then another.

"I thought you were going to blow me," Jerry said.

"Sorry, I got lost in the moment," I told him. I eased my way down and took his cock back into my mouth. I started slowly, but I picked up the pace when he inserted a third finger in my pussy. I pulled my legs together involuntarily. Jerry took the opportunity to pull my panties down further. I moved forward, reluctantly pulling my pussy away from him, and he took the hint. He pulled them the rest of the way off. I moved back down and lowered my hips. There was no way he could get his fingers inside me. He could only lick, and how he licked. He licked the sides of my pussy. He licked the crevices between my pussy and each thigh. He licked the lowest part of my pussy and then he licked the upper arc just below my clit. Somehow he even managed to trace the little moat around my clit. I took him all the way in and let him most of the way out. He didn't quite reach the back of my throat, which was perfect for me. When he finally put his tongue inside my pussy, I ran mine around his head, still surrounded by my lips. I took him back in slowly, running my tongue back and forth around his cock. He touched a new spot at the back of my walls that made me tense up with pleasure. I inhaled all the air from my mouth, and now his cock was surrounded by my flesh. I started sucking that way, and soon I could see his balls drawing up inside him. I knew I couldn't say, "Come in my mouth," clearly, but I managed to say "come" clearly enough that he said, "Soon!" He'd barely said the word when he did. He pulled his tongue out and stuck two fingers back in. He got them in deep and began fucking me earnestly with them. Soon I was coming with him. Apart from a few groans, he said very little, and certainly nothing to indicate that I should move. I didn't get off him until I was too tired to support myself. I moved around so we were face to face. I kissed my juices off his lips and tongue. He sucked my tongue into his mouth, undoubtedly tasting his own cum.

After we'd spent a few minutes kissing and caressing each other's hips, we spoke almost in unison. I told him, "I want you to fuck me," at the same moment he asked, "Do you want to make love?"

"Absolutely," I answered. 

"Are you protected?"

"I've been on the Pill since I was sixteen," I told him.

"Then we're set!" Jerry exclaimed. He pushed me onto my back and separated my legs. I drew my knees up to give him easy access to my cunt. His cock wasn't as hard as when I'd been sucking it, but it was hard enough that I could feel his shaft pressing against my pubic bone. After all the tongue- and finger-fucking, my cunt walls were sensitive enough that I could feel every millimeter of progress that his cock head made as he moved through my walls.

"I've wanted this for so long," I said.

Jerry put his hands on my hips and held me steady while he rotated his hips. "You're so beautiful," he told me. "Your breasts aren't big, but they're full, and they heave so softly. Your wavy hair makes me feel like I'm a teenager at the beach. And you have the hips of a nubile sophomore."

"How would you know what a sophomore's hips look like?" I asked worriedly.

"I was a junior once," he reminded me. The rotation of his cock inside me was deliberate, but the bouncing was because of my heels on his thighs. He touched spots in my cunt at heights and depths I'd never experienced before. Not just higher and deeper, but previously unexplored in between. He reached one of those spots at the same moment that his thumb grazed my clit, sending me over the top.

"Shit! Come inside me, Jerry!" I moaned.

"Call me Doctor," he groaned.

"Come in my cunt, Doctor Czasek!" I shouted, and he did.

When our orgasms subsided, I asked him, "So, you always wanted to fuck a student but never had the guts?"

"The only time I wanted to fuck a student, I wasn't old enough to know better. I was a T.A., and there were one or two freshman girls in biology lab who had me imagining a tutoring session that would go a little wild. Separately, I mean. I didn't think about two of them at the same time. Why do you ask?"

"'Doctor Czasek,'" I repeated.

"Oh, that. When I finished my Ph.D., I was still married to Suzanne. The next time we had sex, I wanted her to call me Dr. Czasek, but she wouldn't."

We got together twice in the next week. The Sunday before Thanksgiving, I told my Mom when I'd be home, and I mentioned my new beau. I even used that word to refer to him. My mom pointed out that I'd never called any of my boyfriends that word before. I told her it was because he talks that way. That's when she asked about his age. I told her he's 45 and that he's sort of my supervisor. "I call him Dr. Czasek at work but Jerry when we're alone outside the lab," I explained.

"Czasek, huh?" she asked. "With a 'z'?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"You should ask him if he has a sister."

***

Jerry and I got together again the Wednesday after Thanksgiving. Our college basketball team had a home game, which was a convenient excuse for us to go somewhere and not raise any suspicion. Afterward, we went to his place. When we were on his couch, I told him, "I'm sorry I didn't call over the weekend. We spent almost the whole weekend Christmas shopping. But I told my parents you don't have a sister. Now get this. I told you I'm adopted, right?"

"Yeah."

"It turns out my birth mom's name was Czasek." I didn't notice it at the time, but Jerry started listening very intently once I said that. "I told you that my middle name is Elena. Well, that was my first name for about five minutes, before my parents brought me home."

"What else do you know about her?" Jerry asked. "Did you ever hear from her?"

"Not exactly," I explained. "Part of what they told me is that they were friends with her brother, and when he mentioned that his sister was planning on putting me up for adoption, they got together and decided to take me. She was still on her parents' health insurance, but they bought maternity clothes for her and paid the deductibles on her medical bills. Every year, close to my birthday, she'd ask them how I was doing. They'd e-mail her a picture. My mom even told her about dance recitals and events like that so she could come and sit in the back. I didn't know it at the time, but she sent me a savings bond every year. Well, I say every year. A month or two before my eighth birthday, Mom sent her an e-mail about a Christmas pageant I'd be in. She sent her another picture, anticipating that year's request. The e-mail bounced back, and she found out the account was closed. They'd lost track of her brother, so they couldn't ask. I guess they just decided that this was a clean break, and they didn't try to find her again."

Jerry took all this in. "You said she'd send the bonds for your birthday. That's the tenth, right?"

"Next Saturday," I confirmed with a gleam in my eye.

"3:30 in the afternoon?"

"How do you know that? I didn't even know till my mom—Wait, you're the friend?"

"Not the one they knew. Get ready for some answers." I was glad I was sitting. "I didn't lie about not having a sister; you just asked the wrong question."

"What do you mean?"

"Your mom told you to ask if I have a sister. I don't have a sister. I had a sister. Jenna got pregnant when she was 20 and gave the baby up for adoption." He stopped and waved his hand, adding, "Obviously. She married a man who had a daughter from a previous marriage. For three years, she cared for that little girl as if she were her own flesh and blood. I didn't see them on a daily basis, but when I did, it was wonderful to see them all so happy, because she missed her own daughter terribly." Jerry stopped himself. "You! She missed you terribly!"

"What do you mean, 'had'?" I asked.

"She'd just gotten tenure at her school, and there was a terrible strain of flu that year."

"The year I turned eight, you mean. You mean H6V9?"

"That's the one."

"Didn't they find an inherited immunity to that?"

"They theorized that there was one. That's how I ended up at St. Regis. A colleague at UCLA mentioned the research to me, and I knew I had to be a part of it. Anyhow, while everyone else was feeling sad about her passing, I was just happy knowing that the last few years of her life were so happy after all the sadness she had over giving you up. Other than the flu thing, obviously."

"My mother ... was your sister."

"Yes," he said matter-of-factly.

"I've been screwing my uncle," I said.

"I prefer to say making love," Jerry replied. When I didn't say anything, he asked, "Are you okay?"

"That ... is so ... HOT!" I cried.

"Really? You don't have a problem with it?"

"Are you kidding? One of my old boyfriends and I used to browse the websites where people told stories about having sex with various family members. When there was a really hot letter, we'd pretend we were that relationship."

"So you've had the fantasies, just not the real thing. Till I came along."

"I had a threesome once with two of my cousins. But they're my adoptive cousins. We're not related by blood. This is so fucking awesome!"

"You gave one of 'em a blow job while the other took one you from behind?"

"No, it wasn't two guy cousins, although I think I missed an opportunity at that too." I proceeded to tell him the story I related earlier about Chloe and Kyle.

The story had the same effect on Jerry that the bikini contest had on Kyle. "What about you and Chloe?" he asked.

"While Kyle was taking his trunks off, we kissed each other and rubbed each other's pussies, but that was just for show, to help him get it back up for the second round. Other than seeing Kyle's reaction, it didn't really do anything for me."

"Are you leaving out a detail? Were you worried about getting pregnant?"

"No, my parents were always honest with me. They gave me factual information and I was on the Pill before I had my first date. Didn't I tell you that the first time we did it?"

"Yes, but it's only 99.9% effective. The textbook for freshman Biology even reminds students about that."

"True, but if I were going to worry about the point-one percent chance, I think I'd rather just abstain." I could see the look of relief on his face. "Funny thing about abstinence, too. Chloe's parents were vocal advocates of abstinence-only sex education. Her dad even ran for school board with that as his platform, and I think Kyle's parents thought the same thing, al-though they weren't activists. Kyle told me that Chloe got pregnant that fall and had an abortion. My hunch is he was the father, 'cause I don't think Chloe would have told him about it otherwise." There was an awkward pause. "Wait," I asked. "Are you okay with it?"




Twice Forbidden Ch. 02



"I am," Jerry said, "but I think we both need a little time to process it. Get together Friday like usual?"

"Try and keep me away ... Uncle Jerry!" I said excitedly. He walked me to his door and gave me an uncle-like kiss. Damn, this wasn't going the way I'd hoped.

On Thursday after work, I put a blanket over the chair that I sit in when I'm at my laptop. For the first time since Todd and I broke up, I went online and found the website we used to visit. Once I saw that it was still there, I stripped down to my underwear and looked for every uncle story I could find. I started off rubbing my boobs while I read. I briefly remembered my uncle telling me how full they are and got a little more turned on. I moved one hand to my pussy hairs and finally my pussy itself. When Todd and I browsed together, it didn't seem to matter whether uncles and aunts were such by marriage or by blood. Tonight I found myself in the camp who complains about the former, "That's just sex, not incest!" or even, "That's not taboo, it's just cheating!" After the third story, my underwear was soaked, so I took that off as well. I didn't keep a tally, but it seemed like I read seven uncle-niece posts, and then I went back for the father-daughter stories. After I read one where a father impregnated two of his daughters and they were all happy about it, I couldn't suspend my disbelief any longer. By that time my fingers were soaked as well. I licked my index finger and said, "Tomorrow night, baby."

I was late getting to Jerry's house because of an unexpected winter storm. It was snowing when I left, so I just put on a sweater and a knit cap that one of my aunts had sent to my parents' house for my birthday. It was one of those with the side strings that make a cartoon character do something when you pull on them. Apparently my aunt thinks I'm nine. While I was driving, the snow turned into freezing rain, and it was a hard rain. Jerry greeted me with a kiss. Thankfully, this time it wasn't a familial kiss. My nether regions warmed up as soon as I felt his hands on my damp pants. "You're soaked," he said. "What do you need, besides dry clothes?"

I took his hand and dragged him to his couch. "I don't even need dry clothes, at least not till tomorrow morning. What I need is no clothes, on me or you!"

"Follow me," he said. I thought we were heading to his bedroom, but he turned right instead of left, and we were in the laundry room. I took my sweater off and putting it directly into the washer. "So, I guess this means you've come to terms with us being related?"

"Hell, yes!" I said. I'd taken my blouse and bra off, and I was in the middle of pulling my jeans off. "What do you think?"

Jerry was putting his clothes in the washer as well. "I think my prayers have been answered," he said. "But leave that on." He was pointing to my crotchless panty.

"There's no way I was letting this go to waste," I assured him.

We'd put all the clothes we were going to into the washer. Jerry added the detergent and closed the lid. I pulled the knob to start the wash. (It's 2038. We've added a few new synthetic fibers, but not much has changed about laundry since the invention of wash and wear.) He stood next to me and sifted through my pussy hairs. "Say it," he said.

"Say what? Diddle me? Fuck my ass?"

"Tell me anything you want me to do, but use my name at the end."

I thought it was odd until I got to the end. "I want you to eat my pussy ... Uncle Jerry!" He pulled me to him and I thought he was going to fuck me by accident on the spot. We had a long, soulful kiss, and then he picked me up and sat me on the washer. The way the metal felt on my legs, I was glad I'd kept my underwear on. He pulled a comforter off the top of the dryer and put it behind me so I could recline. He pulled me forward until little more than my butt was on top of the washer. He leaned down and ran his fingers over the ridge of my pussy. "Oh, Uncle Jerry!" I moaned. It felt so naughty the first time I said it that I was saying it just to please myself.

He rubbed harder and then he slipped his middle finger inside me. I reached back and put my elbows on the back of the washer for support. "Oh, yeah, you like forbidden fingers in your pussy, don't you?"

At first I wondered why he was using the plural, and then I realized he'd added his index finger. "Oh, yes, I do, Uncle Jerry, but I'd really like your tongue."

He didn't take his fingers out. He kept finger-fucking me, but he kept his fingers low so he could lick my pussy lips and my clit while he did that. "Oh, you have such a beautiful pussy," he said. He looked up and added, "And your breasts are even more beautiful from down here than face to face."

"How can you tell?" I asked. "My hands are covering them." I had cupped my own hands and was caressing my nipples.

"I can see the bottom from here, and watching you love yourself is just amazing. In fact, ..." He pulled his fingers and his tongue out of me. "Why don't you 'love yourself' a little more while I watch?"

I was enjoying my own breast play too much to stop entirely, so I only lowered one hand. "Only if you do the same," I told him.

"Anything for my d—d—delicious niece," he said. He'd never stammered before. Why was he sounding nervous now?

I rubbed my pussy while I reflected on the stories I'd read the night before. I could see that Uncle Jerry was stroking himself. As he got harder, my motions got more intense. I was enjoying my own masturbation almost as much as watching his cock grow. When I saw it practically pointing up, I stopped and got off the washer. "We don't need self-love. We've got each other to take care of that," I told him.

"Bed?" he asked.

"Yes!" I answered.

We rushed to his bedroom. I was on my back and he was licking my pussy through the panty again, but not for long. He grabbed the waistband and then stopped himself. "We both know what we want to do next, but do you want me to take this off, or does your guy usually run his cock through the opening?"

"There is no 'usually,'" I told him. "I bought these over the holiday just to wear them with you." He hesitated. "Through," I answered.

He pulled himself up and kissed me on the lips. He put his hands under my back. "You bought that for me?" he asked. I nodded. "I love you, too," he said.

"What do you mean, 'too'?" I asked. "I didn't say I love you." He looked like he couldn't tell I was teasing. "I love you, Uncle Jerry." He held me tighter. "Now let's find out how strong the frill on the crotch opening is!"

He loosened his embrace and raised his hips. He moved them from side to side until his cock head was squarely between the two sides of the crotch. With the crotch as his guide, he found my cunt opening easily and moved in. Once inside, he held me tight again and kissed me. I held him closer still and made sure he could feel my tits against his chest. "I love those beautiful breasts," he said. "That beautiful pink highway. Your gorgeous buttocks."

"Maybe later," I said.

"Fucking my niece, fucking my niece, fucking my niece," he said, not seeming to address me.

"Wow," I commented. "Most guys who fuck a relative either get totally into it or try not to think about what they're doing. At least, that's the impression I've gotten from reading people's accounts. You say that the way guys in movies say, 'Think about sports!'" He moved his hips a certain way. "Oh, shit, Jerry! You found another new spot!" That inspired him. He got more erect, and he fucked me even harder than before. "Give it to me!" I shouted. "Gimme your cock! Fill me with your seed!" Aw, geez, I'd never called it seed before, and I sure as hell didn't mean it the way it sounded.

"I love you, Maria!" he panted, and he plumbed deeper into me than any man had been before.

"I can tell!" I chuckled.

"No, seriously, I really love you," he moaned. "Do you love me? Really love me?"

I tightened my grip and stopped laughing. I didn't know if incest was the issue, but I dropped the "Uncle" to be safe. I looked into his eyes and said, "Yes, Jerry. I love you."

"Good!" he moaned. "Here comes that seed you wanted." His hips stopped moving, and I could feel his cum pouring into my pussy and flowing toward my womb.

"I feel it!" I told him. "I want it! I want you!" My voice came down a little. "I love you. I love you, Uncle Jerry."

He turned and laid his head on my chest. "I can hear your heartbeat," he said.

"Then you know I wasn't just saying it," I assured him.

When his cock had gone soft, he rolled off to the side. "Hey, you know what this means?"

"I don't come from a boring family after all?"

"That's an understatement, but it's not what I had in mind. For as long as we've been dating, we haven't been able to tell anyone about it, and we've had to be careful where we were seen together. We still can't tell anyone we're lovers, but we can tell people I'm your uncle, and it won't look suspicious if we go places together!"

"Other than porn shops and adult hotels," I added.

"That's too bad," Jerry said. "I've never been to one of those, and I'd like to."

"We can," I said. "Just not one of the ones around here. In fact, one of those would be perfect, because legally we're in the clear!"

We had a few minute of blissful silence. Then I remembered the seed conversation. "Um, about that seed thing."

"Yeah, I was wondering, too. I like what we have now, but are you going to want children someday?"

"I've spent my adult life having wild sex, and the only consequence I worried about was disease. I guess I've been lucky in that regard." I paused. "Sorry, I didn't answer your question. I've never been in a position where it would be a good idea, so I never thought about it."

"And now?"

"We've only been together for a few months. More importantly, I'm still getting my education. So, right now, absolutely not. I guess I won't know till I've been with the right guy for the right amount of time."

"According to the longitudinal studies I've read, that's a yes." Did I mention that researchers have odd conversations at times? Even when we're lying naked and covered in our own fluids? Some of us in the "hard" sciences look down on the social sciences, but the scientific spirit really isn't so different whether it's electrons or elections.

"Why do you ask?" I asked.

"I just don't want you to regret spending too many years in a relationship with someone who shares more than the usual 98% of your DNA if you consider it a problem."

"We don't have any cancer genes, do we?" He shook his head. "Cystic fibrosis? Extra fingers or toes? Well, unless they've raised the age of consent to 27, I'm a grown-up," I told him. "Let me worry about what I want."

"Sorry. I'm used to being an advisor. It doesn't officially extend to personal lives, but I've never limited myself to my official capacity."

I started to make a joke about sleeping with other advisees, but I could see that his concern was genuine. "That's okay. I love you even more for it ... Uncle Jerry!"



Twice Forbidden Ch. 03



This is shorter than the other chapters. It was originally the introduction to a longer chapter.

*****

The first time we made love knowing that we were related was also the first time we spent the night together. When I woke up, I was facing away from the center of the bed. I could see my crotchless panty on the ground. I remembered that I'd wanted Jerry to fuck my ass after he came inside me the first time, and it didn't have an opening there. I could still feel the sensation of the sphincter being spread open, even though his cock wasn't there any more. I had a similar feeling in my pussy. I remembered him insisting on a shower after anal. I guess my body knew that I needed sleep, because I didn't join him, but I didn't remember saying no. I hoped when I turned over, I'd see him smiling at me. Instead, his side of the bed was empty. Had I made a horrifically bad choice?

I hadn't expected to need any more clothes, so I put the crotchless panty back on. I heard a motor in another room and realized it was the laundry room. Jerry was still naked, but he was moving my clothes from the washer to the dryer. He was too focused on that to notice me coming up behind him. I kissed him on his shoulder and reached around to stroke his cock. "Good morning, Uncle," I whispered.

Jerry greeted me, "Good morning, Maria." He didn't turn around, but he backed up against me the way I've often done when I want to feel a guy's cock from behind. He's tall enough that I couldn't brush my pussy against anything that would arouse either of us, He reached forward to set the timer on the dryer, breaking my contact with his dick. When he'd done that, he turned around and put his arms around me. "Did you sleep well?"

"I slept great," I told him. "Why do you ask?"

"We broke a taboo. I know it's not the first time, but it's the first time we knew about it."

I put my hands on his arms and looked up at his blue eyes. "I am not ashamed of being with you. You're intelligent, and you help me to be my best. If my uncle's dick happens to play a part in my best, that's nobody else's business."

Jerry kissed me on the cheek and then the lips. "My dick wants you to be happy and not regret how you spent a day in your life."

I put my hand on his dick. It had stayed hard since he broke contact with my hand. "That's what your dick wants, huh?"

"Sorry, that's my heart. Well, heart, hard, it's so easy to get them confused."

"Remind me not to take your anatomy classes," I said.

He lost his erection. "Oh, crap. That's not a trivial concern."

I wanted that erection back. "It'll be okay," I told him. "If we tell them we're related, they'll decide what's an appropriate way to deal with it. Maybe they'll just coordinate it so that someone else teaches those classes when I need them. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it."

"I hope you're right," Jerry said.

I started stroking his cock again. "There is no 'right' or 'wrong,'" I told him. "There's just making the best we can out of the options we find." I rubbed his cock over my pussy. It made him a little harder, but I could tell when I felt it on my pussy lips that I hadn't built up any lubrication yet.

Jerry noticed too. "We can play, but it doesn't look like you're ready for anything else right now."

"Playing is fun, too," I said with a smile. "You know what you wanted to do when we were in here last night? We could try it again."

Jerry turned me around, picked me up and put me on top of the dryer this time. "The motor feels good, doesn't it?" he asked.

"I'd heard about this, but I've never tried it. I'd say I never had the opportunity, but the truth is, I guess I just never recognized it." Jerry started licking my pussy again. I leaned back like the night before and let him go at it. He didn't make me come this way, but before long I knew I was moist, and he knew too. He's taller than me, but not tall enough for his dick to reach the top of the dryer, so he left to get a small step-stool. He had to place it just right, but soon his cockhead was at my waiting pussy.

As Jerry entered me, he said, "It's such a beautiful sight, your lips opening up to accept me."

"It is, isn't it?" I cooed. I did something I'd never tried before. I brought my legs up and put them on his shoulders. "Fuck me, Uncle Jerry."

"Don't say that," he said. It didn't stop him from doing what I asked.

"Still not comfortable with fucking your niece?" I asked.

"I mean, don't call it 'fucking' every time. I want us to make love."

"We are," I assured him. I tried to rub his shoulder blades with my heels, but I couldn't angle my legs right. Fortunately, this had the effect of pulling him closer, so I could feel more of his cock as he went in and out. "Oh, God," I moaned. "Make love to me. Make love to me!"

My uncle was pulling out more on each thrust than when we were in bed. I counted that as a good thing for the moment. "It's okay," he said. "You don't have to call it lovemaking just for me."

"That wasn't because you asked," I told him. "I really do love you." I don't know whether that inspired him, or if he just slipped and changed directions, but he hit a spot that hadn't been touched in a year. "Oh, Gah-hod!" I groaned, and my right leg slipped. It fell over his arm and pulled his hand away from my hip. "Oh, shit! You're making me rethink this!"

"No," he exclaimed. "Please, no!"

"In a good way!" I was able to shout before continuing, "Keep going!"

Jerry pulled me up by my hands so we were facing each other. He lifted me off the dryer and carefully stepped off the stool. "I've never had the courage to try this," he said. He turned around so my back was against the wall and resumed the wonderful pounding of my pussy.

"No one's ever tried it with me, either," I told him. "You're doing fine." He touched another spot that hadn't been reached in a while. "Better than fine!" I said with a gasp. "Afraid you couldn't do it?"

"Afraid she'd laugh if I couldn't."

"Please tell me that wasn't one of your exes," I said.

"It was an older woman right after I graduated. She was petite, like you, which is why I thought about trying it, but she just gave off a vibe that she'd sound like one of those movie stars from the 1940's that cut men down." He stopped for a second and asked, "You ready?" I nodded. He held me close and firm against the wall, and soon I felt his cum shooting inside me, against gravity. When I couldn't feel him coming any more, I eased my legs down.

For the next 30 minutes, I tortured my poor uncle. I didn't have any other clothes to put on until mine came out of the laundry. I kept acting like I was going to open the front door or the curtains, or just walk into the back yard, "forgetting" that I was naked except for a crotchless panty, and showing the world what was happening in his house. He must have acted panicked three times before he realized what I was doing and smiled. He seemed genuinely relieved when the buzzer went off on the dryer. I asked him, "As much as guys like seeing their girlfriends wear their shirts, are you telling me the thought never occurred to you?"

As we headed to the laundry room, he answered, "Of course I did, but you were having so much fun, I didn't want to spoil it." Once I had my clothes back on, he said, "I've got research papers that I have to grade. Don't you have finals to study for?"

"Yes, Professor," I said as if I were a freshman.

"I have an idea of what I want to do for your birthday, but I don't want to promise anything in case it's too late for me to set it up," he said.

"As long as I'm spending my birthday with you, I'm going to love it," I told him.



Twice Forbidden Ch. 04



Alert to the readers who have added me as a favorite author, or who favorite-d one of my previous stories: If you haven't figured it out, this chapter ties "Twice Forbidden" into a previous story.

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A SECOND CHANCE

Uncle Jerry was right about finals week being busy. The way my schedule worked out, the finals for my own classes were before the weekend, and the two I had to administer were afterward, so it was a perfect break. On Wednesday, we had dinner at his house and he graded while I studied. He told me to be ready Saturday morning.

On Friday night, with my own finals done, I texted Jerry and asked him whether I needed to pack a bag. He said it wouldn't be a bad idea. I wanted to relax that evening, but going almost a week without sex was too much. (The horror!) I went back to the incest website. Just for fun, I decided to see how far back they kept their posts. I discovered that they'd switched to a new server and software the year after Todd and I broke up. Happily, someone had archived the old site. I read an account with the subject line, "Me and my cousins on the beach." Either Chloe had posted her version of our bikini contest, with the names changed, or some other trio of cousins had an adventure just like ours. You know how some creepy guys have a countdown waiting for a female celebrity to reach the age of consent? (There was a name for it in the early part of this century, but I've forgotten it.) 

Chloe had literally been counting the days until Kyle turned eighteen, and I'd helped her follow through. She'd even tricked me into thinking that the whole affair was my idea. Even though the girl-play we engaged in to get him hard remains the sum total of my woman-to-woman experience, I was flattered to learn that Chloe wished we'd gotten together again. She also posted about "breaking in" a cousin on her mother's side, and a couple more stories with just her and Kyle. Based on what Kyle told me, her last post was dated a week or two after she got pregnant, which made sense. I remembered seeing many posts in the discussion threads from women who had children by their relatives, but not many stories about the encounters in which those children were conceived, and none where the author claims to have had an abortion. (Come to think of it, I don't think I've seen a non-incest story written by a woman with that outcome.)

I moved on to a couple of father-daughter letters. One of them was a mislabeled rarity. It wasn't father/daughter but uncle/niece, and it was a conception story just like the ones I said are rare. Not only was she happy about it, but the feeling she described when her uncle came inside her reminded me of one particular occasion with Jerry. I went to bed and masturbated while I recalled the stories I'd just read, and a few others that I'd read over the years.

Jerry didn't specify what time I needed to be ready, so I'd packed a bag the night before in case I spent the night at his house. I opened the door, and he said, "Happy birthday, darling!" I almost melted just at that word.

"Good morning, honey," was all I could muster in reply. We hugged before he came in from the cold. I wanted to dress sexily, but the best I could do given the weather was a low-cut top that I let him see before I put my coat on.

Once we were in the car, I told him about Chloe's stories.

"Did they give you any ideas?" he asked.

"None that would make sense for us," I said. "What about you?"

"No, not really."

"Come on. Every guy pictures his girlfriend getting eaten by another woman. The only difference is that some of them are self-aware enough to admit they wouldn't want it to happen in real life."

"No, because you already told me you're not into that."

We talked for a half-hour before I thought to ask where we were going. "Out of town," was all he said. I wanted to say, "No shit," but if surprising me meant that much to him, I wasn't going to press the issue. He'd found an adult motel and booked us for the day and night! He signed the register as Jeremy, and I signed as Elena. (He started going by the shorter version in grad school.) He winked at the clerk and said, "It's okay. She's my niece." The clerk looked at him as if he wanted to say, "We don't care. Do what you want."

The motel had adult movies on demand, a vibrating bed and an assortment of lubricants and condoms. When I pulled back the cover on the bed, I saw that they had satin sheets as well. "What do you want to do first?" Jerry asked.

He anticipated my answer, and we both said, "You," in unison. Then I looked at the local attractions card near the bed. The area code for all the nearby businesses was different from ours. St. Regis used to be in the same area code, but they did a geographic split, and this part of the state got the new one. That reminded me that we were a fair distance from home, and it gave me an idea. "I want to go out to dinner and make an embarrassing public display of affection."

"God, I love you," Jeremy said. "I should have thought of that for my own birthday." I couldn't remember. Had he ever said, "I love you," when we weren't having sex? Had I?

"I love you too," I told him. "So very much. This is already the best birthday I've ever had. Let me get cleaned up." I took my bag with me into the bathroom. I washed my hands and face and gargled, but when I came out, I didn't look any different. We put our coats back on and headed to the romantic restaurant on the visitors' card.

It only took a couple minutes for the host to find us a table, but for those two minutes, we hugged and kissed really close. We kissed on the lips, but the host got back before I could open my mouth. He called himself the maître d', but I suspect he couldn't have spelled it if you put a gun to his head. I ordered the Carnal Carnivore platter, and Jerry had the Baby-Got-Back ribs. Jerry had Coke because he was driving, but I ordered a Screaming Orgasm. I turned to Jerry and said, "You're gonna give me a Screaming Orgasm, aren't ya, Jair?" loud enough for everyone to hear me. I may have been the more vocal of the pair, but Jerry matched me bite for bite at giving sexy looks and acting like we were doing something naughty under the table. We fed each other the strawberry shortcake and made a point of kissing with our mouths full. The last part was actually kind of disgusting, but it was fun to look out the corner of my eye for people's reactions.

When Jerry paid the tab, he told the host, "I got a real firecracker here." The host just said something noncommittal. Apparently I'd managed to outdo their usual seedy clientele. It was one of the proudest days of my life. As we were leaving, he asked, "What do you want to do next?"

"More of the same, but much less embarrassing," I told him.

"Oh, crap, what is it this time?" he asked.

"We passed a park on the way here. It's still light out. I want to go for a walk and act like any other couple."

We found the park I'd seen. It was the perfect timing for us. A combination of rain and a special event meant that lots of locals could see us, but there was also plenty of parking. We walked around hand in hand. I think one person looked at us funny, probably because of the age difference. We bought cotton candy from a vendor, and Jerry whispered to me, "This is only the second sweetest thing I'm going to eat today."

I added, "And only the second stickiest." We didn't talk much while we ate it, because it was falling off the paper stick the way you like ribs to fall off the bone. The first trash can we found was close to the restrooms, and we both needed to go. As I was washing my hands, I looked in the mirror and realized that a very happy woman was looking back at me. When I came out, Jerry was waiting for me. I smiled.

"Why are you smiling this time?" he asked. As much as I'd probably embarrassed him that day, I understood his tone.

"Because, when I saw you, I thought, 'There's my man!'"

Jerry pointed to a curve in the pathway. "Our car's over there. Let's run for it!" I did.

I forgot that Jerry told me he'd been a sprinter in high school. He got there before me and waited with open arms. He wrapped them around me, and we had a wonderful, not-embarrassing, closed-mouth kiss. "You know what the bumper sticker says," I told him. "'If you can beat me, you can eat me.'"

"I'm pretty sure you were gonna let me do that anyway," he said.

"Damn right," I replied, "if by 'let,' you mean insist." I didn't talk much on the way back to the hotel. When we were a few miles away, I spoke up. "I just realized something. You called this 'our car.'"

"It's the car we're using," Jerry said. "You don't have to parse every word that comes out of my mouth."

"Have it your way," I said. Then I sang, "You called it 'our car'. You called it 'our car." I returned to a speaking voice and asked, "What'll be 'ours' next?"

I'd just finished that sentence when Jerry had an idea. "What's a birthday without cake and ice cream?" he asked rhetorically. "Tell me if you spot a grocery store," he said. A half-mile later, I did. Besides the cake and ice cream, we also got whipped cream, bananas and assorted toppings. Fortunately, the hotel lobby had paper plates and plastic utensils available. Apparently a lot of people have the same idea we had.

When we got back to the room, Jerry cut the cake and sang "Happy Birthday" to me. He sang it completely straight, not doing anything funny until the end, when he actually did give me a spank for each year. When he said, "And a pinch to grow an inch," he pinched my ass. We only bought one candle, which I blew out. "Did you get what you wished for?" he asked.

"I'll let you know in nine months," I said with a straight face.

"WHAT?"

"I'm kidding," I assured him. "But I did have something profound happen last night." I told him about the story that I read about the woman and her uncle. "The story itself isn't what's interesting. After I went to bed, I was masturbating while I thought about that, and it turned into us. Then, the moment I remembered her saying that she conceived, I came really hard."

"Are you saying you want to?"

"I am absolutely, without a doubt, 110% certain that this would be a terrible time for me to have to take care of a child. But if, for some reason, my birth control failed and you did get me pregnant, well, I'd only be unhappy about the circumstances, not the event. You remember what I said about the right guy at the right time?" Jerry nodded. "Well, I've found the first part. I love you."

"I love you, too," Jerry said. "Now can we do something fun?"

"I'll get the plates," I said. Jerry cut the cake, and I opened the ice cream. We each had a slice of cake and a scoop of ice cream.

"Now for your birthday present," he said. I hummed "Rock-a-Bye Baby," and he said, "Don't do that unless you mean it!"

"Who says I don't?"

Jerry took a small package out of his suitcase. I almost hated to unwrap it, because he'd done a better job of wrapping it than I've come to expect from men. The ends were folded under and then taped down. It was the first birthday gift I'd gotten in years that was wrapped in paper that didn't have cartoon characters on it. "For heaven's sake, open it!" he urged. I could tell by the way it felt in my hands that it was a book. When I got the top part of the wrapping off, I could read the title, Go Deep. I opened it further. It was by Sean Gudunov, who bought the right to call his private-sector effort Genome Project II. He lost a ton of money when the government then said that the genes couldn't be patented. "Look inside," Jerry said.

"It's signed!" I exclaimed.

"It's not a first edition, but I got him to sign it when he gave a speech here at St. Regis."

I ripped my shirt off and jumped on the bed. "Take me!" I stripped out of everything but the thong I'd bought for the occasion. Jerry stripped naked, but before he got on the bed, he picked up his pants, reached into the pocket and pulled out a quarter. "You're doing it wrong, Uncle Jerry. You're supposed to have me reach into your pocket and feel around for it."

Jerry was serious for a moment. "That's not funny, Maria."

"You're right. I'm sorry. Let's eat."

"Really?"

I held the crotch of my thong off to the side. "I insist."

Jerry smiled. "You're the birthday girl," he said. First, he took the quarter and put it into the slot on the side of the bed. He crouched between my legs.

I was so aroused that my pussy lips were already separated, so my uncle skipped the preliminaries. He ran his tongue between them from top to bottom and then went deep inside me. I moaned something I can't even remember. He reached up and caressed my breasts. "I don't want it gentle right now," I told him. He tweaked the nipples and licked harder. He reached a sensitive spot at the moment that the bed vibrated just the right way under my spine. "Oh, God, I want you," I panted. "I want you so bad!" He pulled up to fuck me, but just as I felt his cockhead brushing my pussy hairs, I decided I wanted something else. "Not there," I said. I turned over and pulled my thong down. "I'll want it there later, but right now, I want it in my ass."

"Let me get the lube," he said. He got off the bed and went back to his suitcase. While he was looking, the bed stopped vibrating. He picked up a bar of soap. "If you're gonna want my dick any place else after this, I'll have to wash it. Why not get it clean all at once?"

"Oh, God, you're fantastic," was all I could say.

I turned the water on and set the temperature while Jerry got the towels and other items ready. When it was just hot enough, I stepped in and sprayed the shower head at him. He unwrapped the bar of soap and joined me. "It's a special soap that some folks in the biology department developed specifically for anal sex. It combines a lubricant with a disinfectant that specifically kills the kinds of bacteria that are most likely to be spread that way." I turned around to let him apply it, but first he put it under my nose. As I smelled it, he added, "They also found various sensual aromas that they could mix with it without sacrificing the clinical properties. I've used them before, but I chose this one for you."

I leaned up against the wall so he could run the bar between my buttocks. I turned my head to the side so he could continue and said, "I love it! I can't explain it, but it smells like you!"

He put his fingers down there and lathered my ass up. "You have such a beautiful ass," he said.

I could feel my sphincter loosening. I could also feel his hard cock between my thighs. "My beautiful ass is ready for your wonderful cock," I told him. I stuck my butt out. He stepped away and put the soap in the dish. When he first got back between my thighs, he ran his cock and forth across my pussy. When he pulled back, I lowered my hips. It took a slight effort to get it inside my ass, but the lube was so effective that it was as comfortable as fucking my pussy! "You're so big!" I exclaimed. He went so deep that I could feel his balls against my left thigh. When I felt the ridge on the underside of his cock against my opening, I added, "And so hard. Fuck me, oh, please! Please!" He was so hard that it felt almost the same way against my ring that it normally does against my pubic bone. When I felt the middle of the shaft against me, it put me over the edge. "Oh, shit!" I yelled. "Come in my ass, honey!"

Jerry pulled me away from the wall and put his arms around my midsection. "I'm coming! I'm coming! Do you feel it?"

"I do," I told him. He started pulling back while he was still kind of hard, and it was even more amazing than when he entered.

Once he was out, he picked the soap up again. He said, "Now wash me."

I soaped his chest up and then his dick. I made sure to rub the bar up and down and all around. Then I pulled his foreskin back and rubbed the lather over the head. "That's the part that needs it," I noted. He got hard again when I played with the tip of his cock.

"They recommend washing everything just to be thorough," Jerry said. He took the soap from me and washed my pussy with it.

"Ooh, the lather tingles down there," I told him.

"Yeah, they're trying to make a gel just for that," he said. "There's a chemical reaction with some of the acid that a woman's body produces." He lathered up my tits and belly. I didn't feel what we usually think of as arousal, but the motion of his hands lifted me from mere pleasure to joy.

I lifted the shower head and turned to the side so I could rinse myself off. When the last of the soap was gone from my legs, I sprayed his crotch. I put the shower head back and stroked his dick. "You know what I'd like now?" I asked.

His voice went up from my "handiwork" as he asked, "What, dear?"

I paused to let him wonder. "Let's pretend that something happened, and the Pill didn't work this month. One of your swimmers could meet up-"

He flatly said, "No. I won't even pretend to have an unwanted pregnancy. If you want to pretend that you're the kind of evil bitch that would lie to trick me, I'll go along with it. If you want to pretend that your grandfather's leaving his entire estate to whoever gives him his first great-grandchild, I'll even do that. If you told me right now that we're having a baby and you were head-in-the-clouds happy about it, I would be too. But an unwanted pregnancy ... I won't even pretend."

I looked at him, and his expression didn't change. "Okay," I said. "You've never asked me to do anything I don't want to do, and I won't ask you to." I waited a beat and added, "But seriously, for real, I want you to fuck my brains out!"

"Where?" Jerry asked.

"Use some imagination," I said.

He turned the water off, looked to the side and said, "No, we better not."

"What? Try me," I chided.

"I was thinking I'd love to live out the cliché of sex in the back seat, but not in December, and certainly not while we're still wet."

"Okay, I agree that's not such a great idea either, and probably less enjoyable on my end than on yours."

"Hey, it might be less comfortable, but it wouldn't be your ass that every random passerby can see. But I do have another idea."

Before I could finish asking, "What is it?" he'd picked me up and lifted me over his shoulder. He carried me to the bed and threw me down. "Oh, God, yes!" I shouted. I spread my legs and waited for him. Jerry flipped me onto my knees and lined his cock up against my cunt. He wasn't even inside me, but feeling his cock head rub my pussy hairs and then my lips had me writhing in anticipation. He wasn't violent, but he was so aggressive that I wondered if maybe he'd stumbled onto a testosterone supplement that was legitimate. I was crazy for my new super-masculine lover. "Give it to me. Give it to me hard!" I begged. He was going so hard that it reminded me of a jackhammer. "Oh, God," I moaned.

"What is it, Baby?" he asked.

"Don't call me that unless you're planning on giving me one," I said. "Come in my cunt. Come in my cunt!"

"Whatever you want, Honey!" Had his voice gotten deeper? He pulled my hips back toward him. I felt all eight inches or so of his cock deep inside me. I couldn't feel the cum itself, but I could feel every pulse of his dick as it flowed through.

When I could tell he'd finished coming, I told him, "Pull out slowly."

"You want every last sperm in case your Pill really did fail?" he asked. He did as I asked.

"No, I just want to feel every inch of your amazing cock on the way." The last of his cum dripped out of the head as he pulled back, which made it even better. When he was out, I turned over on my back. Jerry lay on his side next to me. I couldn't get up, but I turned to him and asked him, "I love you for refusing to do the 'oops' moment, but I have to ask. You have done everything I've ever asked you to do, maybe even jeopardizing your career, so I'm only asking this because I love you. Why is that where you draw the line?"




Twice Forbidden Ch. 04



He put his hand on my midsection. "You remember I told you I don't have any kids? Well, I also told you I don't have a sister, and it's true in the same way."

I thought I was going to cry. "Oh, God, I'm so sorry. You lost a child? I knew someone who-"

Jerry put his hands up. "No! Okay, that's my fault. I'm sorry, I don't mean exactly the same way. I only meant that I had a daughter, and now I don't have one."

"What did you do? No, that's not right. I can't imagine you doing anything that would harm your family. What did she do? Knowing your age, she can't even be my age."

"She is your age," Jerry said. When I didn't say anything, he continued. "Jenna told people she didn't know who your father is. She lied."

"Wait, why are you talking about my mother now?"

"She was lying to protect your father for sure, and maybe herself too."

"What are you saying?" I think I already knew, but I couldn't bring myself to say it.

Jerry imitated the sound of a respirator. "Luke ..." he said in a deep voice.

I'd seen the original Star Wars trilogy, just IV-VI, not the sequels or prequels. My mom gave my dad the 50th anniversary edition for his birthday. It was the last movie we bought on Blu-Ray before the USB format took over. I wanted to be close to my dad, so we watched the whole thing together. Even if I hadn't, I'm pretty sure I would have gotten the reference. "No!" I said.

Still in the deep voice, he said, "Search your heart. You know it to be true."

I lay back and let this sink in. "My parents are brother and sister. And I've been having sex with my father, and I'm so in love with him that I want to have his baby. Who would be his grandchild. All of this on my birthday."

"We only had unprotected sex once."

"Unprotected. So you had sex more than once?"

"Oh, yeah. We didn't stop until late in the pregnancy. We started by teasing each other. If we'd actually just decided that we wanted to do it, we probably would have been protected the first time. But she had underwear on, and I was just trying to dry-hump her when I accidentally pushed the fabric aside and slipped inside her. We didn't regret it. After I came, she got on top of me and rode me until I came a second time. Nine months later, you were born."

"I've had a wonderful life," I protested. "You shouldn't regret that."

"You are not my regret. In the months after you were born, Jenna cried a lot. She was never clinically diagnosed as depressed, but she felt like she'd messed up her own life, yours and mine. Seeing her that sad tore me apart. To anyone else, I was just overly sympathetic to my sister, but I knew that it was my fault. That's why I can't stand the thought of causing an unplanned pregnancy."

He sounded like he might cry. I put his head to my shoulder and told him, "It's okay. I still love you, Unc-Dad-"

"Keep calling me Jerry," he said. "I haven't earned the right to be called Uncle, let alone Daddy."

"Jerry, I love you even more than I did before because you actually care what happens." For the next few minutes, we kissed through our tears.

After we both calmed down, Jerry got up and started putting his clothes on. I don't know if he was being completely insensitive or just clueless, but he held up the ice cream carton, which was dripping, and asked, "Want some more ice cream?" I laughed. "I blew it, didn't I?"

"No, it's just ... I didn't think about this earlier, but I've never had ice cream on my birthday. My dad's lactose intolerant, so we just did without rather than trying to accommodate him."

"That's too bad," he said.

"No, don't you see? He's my dad. You're not my dad, and Jenna's not my mom. My mom and dad are the ones who raised me. Nothing that you've told me changes that."

"You're not mad that I didn't tell you?"

"Maybe I should be, but I feel like I know you well enough to assume that you thought you were being kind. You're the same man I fell in love as soon as I came to St. Regis. The only thing that's changed is that I know whom to ask if I ever need a kidney transplant." He smiled when I said this. "Yeah, I'll have that ice cream now."

I ordered a room movie. Rather than avoid the topic, I chose a supposed incest movie. Bio-Dad and I laughed at the casting. It was so bad that we both continued eating our dessert while we watched. The "father" and "daughter" looked nothing alike apart from both being northern-European, but the father barely looked 30, and they ran the standard disclaimer about the participants being of legal age, so you can do the math. It was your standard "punished for bad grades with sex" plot. I asked rhetorically, "You expect me to believe a dad who goes the entire length of a movie without making a stupid joke?" At least they were good at fucking and sucking. The sex was good enough and the acting bad enough that when the movie was over, Jerry and I did something that seems metaphysically impossible. This father and daughter role-played being a father and daughter. I added something new to the script, though. We'd put the ice cream away but not the toppings. I grabbed the whipped cream, lay on my back and sprayed my nipples and my pussy with it. Jerry picked up some cherries and placed them over my nipples. He handed one to me, and I put it over my pussy lips. (Since they were covered in whipped cream, I knew where they were.) "Get my cell phone and take a picture," I told him.

"Really?"

"Just make sure it's only my torso." He did. "I'm going to post this on the incest site when we get home." (I don't have any tattoos to identify me.)

"Well, in that case, we should do one more thing." He picked up a plastic knife. He picked up the cherry that was on my pussy, keeping it over the whipped cream, and cut it open. He made sure the juice flowed over the whipped cream and photographed only that area. "Now you can tell them your daddy popped your cherry."

"You nasty daddy," I purred.

I thought Jerry was going to fuck me right then, but he had different ideas. He sprayed the whipped cream on his cock and set next to me. I gently nudged his head down so he could lick cream off my tits, setting the cherries aside. Then I bent down to return the favor. I didn't lick it all, only enough that I could find his cock head. I took only the exposed part of his dick into my mouth. Once it was in, I opened a little wider and took a little more in. This didn't clear his shaft of cream, so I licked off the part that I'd just taken in. I did this a few more times until I'd taken him as far in as I could. When I'd gotten about half of it, he moved us onto our sides. He didn't just dive into my pussy, though. He got rid of the sliced cherry. He took one of the cherries that had been on my nipples and caressed my pussy lips with the cherry's smooth skin. He licked the area around my lips first, rubbing my clit with the cherry, and then teasing my pussy hairs with the stem. When the lips were the only thing still covered in cream, he cleared it in one lap, made a "v" with his tongue and dragged it down between my engorged pussy lips. "I didn't think you could taste any sweeter," he said.

"The cream, the cherry and your pre-cum are a sexy combination of sweet and salty," I added. I rubbed the very tip. "I'm looking at this and realizing that 23 years and 9 months ago, I was shot out of here. Well, half my DNA was, anyway. I imagine it's even more surreal for mothers and sons." I felt the whipped cream slipping into my pussy and bucked my hips. Jerry pulled me back and ate me ferociously. As much as I usually like his tongue inside me, I pushed him away and told him, "I'm ready." I got on my back and put my hands on my nipples, which still had some cream on them.

Jerry got up in front of me. Before he brought himself down, he asked, "You're really okay with this?"

I couldn't even joke about it. "Yes. I love you, and making love with you is the only thing I want to do on my birthday." He found my pussy with his cock and moved in. The whipped cream made it more difficult, but I didn't care. In fact, savoring the view of my man looking at me with his loving eyes while our bodies became one made it even more sensual. "Oh, honey, I love you." He thrust inside me, forcing me to pause before I could repeat, "I love you so much. I want you so badly." When he was going really fast, I managed to tell him, "I never want this to end."

"Neither do I," he grunted. My mind raced. For once, I managed to keep my mouth shut. I was talking about the weekend, but I realized I meant being with him. We could be together geographically as long as I stayed at St. Regis, but what would happen after that? There was a state college and a community college in the area where I could teach once I graduated, but there had been such an upturn in the number of degrees in the sciences that those had become very competitive. Then I started to worry that Dr. Brownstreet wouldn't be as understanding as we had assumed. I blurted out, "I don't care!"

Jerry didn't stop thrusting, but he slowed down. "Don't care about what?" he asked.

Apparently I hadn't said a word while I was thinking all this. "I don't care what it takes," I said. "I want to be with you."

"Good," he said, "because I'm coming."

I wrapped my legs around his. "Fill me up," I begged. "I want it all." Jerry was coming so hard that I couldn't understand what he was saying except for the syllable "preg," and I could tell he was saying it without joy. When we'd both finished coming, I told him, "I'm not sure exactly what you said, but I think this will help. I know how bad you feel about what your sister went through, so I'll tell you this plainly. You will never cause me to have an unwanted pregnancy. Do you know why that is?" He was still coming down, so all he could do was shake his head no. "Untimely, perhaps, but not unwanted, because I would love to have a baby with you ... someday." If he was relieved, it didn't show in his face. "Hey, at least I know you can get me pregnant."

"Do you know that for sure?" he asked.

"You mean, do I know if I can get pregnant?" He nodded that I understood him. "No, I've never had a reason to find out. Maybe I should."

Jerry picked up the remote. "I saw something earlier when you were choosing a movie. This might be interesting."

"What is it?" I asked.

He'd brought up the pay-per-view. "I wonder if Pink Stick Diaries means what I think."

"If this is women that are really, really pregnant, I'll pass, thanks."

He clicked the space that brought up info and read it. "Just what I thought. It's not that kind; it's couples who filmed themselves trying to get knocked up."

"It doesn't sound erotic, but it does sound interesting," I said. "Let's try it." Jerry pressed the "order now" button. I was largely correct. They looked like they were having a good time, but it didn't translate into what I usually think of as good cinematic sex. Besides the obvious lack of blow jobs and money shots, they did it in positions that couldn't easily be photographed. On the plus side, three of the four scenes had cream pie shots. The most erotic angle was when one guy lifted his hips up so you could see his wife's labia and pubic hair while he thrust in and out. As I said, it looked like they were enjoying themselves, but when the fucking is done at a relaxed pace rather than looking like a piston, it's hard to get really excited. The last couple made love standing against the wall, with the guy entering from behind. At least that allowed them a shot of cum dripping out of her, and he rubbed her pussy, presumably to get it back inside her. I guess the reason they put it last is that they faded to black and then cut to her showing him the positive test.

"Are you crying?" Jerry asked.

I wiped a tear away and said, "No, it's just dry in here."

"I may cry over spending twenty bucks to see a porn that's not very sexy."

"No, but it's ... sort of ... beautiful," I said. "Not just because the last couple made a baby, but that was a great ending. I've seen amateur porn before, but this was different. Even people who just like to fuck can make amateur porn. These were people who really love each other, and for the most part, I could actually see it in their faces or the way they held each other at the end. I've seen porn actors who were credible when they delivered their dialogue, but I've never seen one who could make me believe they felt anything." At that moment I had an uncomfortable feeling around my labia. I looked down, and I still had whipped cream down there. I looked at Jerry, and he had whipped cream too. "We should really clean ourselves off," I said.

"Yeah, even if I didn't feel sorry for the people who have to clean the sheets, that's not a healthy thing to let linger down there."

We took a shower, cleaning each other off, but not doing anything else except a little kissing. We went to bed after that. Jerry slept naked, but I put on a nightshirt and underwear that I'd packed for the occasion. Jerry had his eyes closed. Either he didn't notice or he just assumed he was feeling the sheets over us.

When I woke up, Jerry was behind me with his arm over me. He kissed my ear and caressed my side. I pulled his hand forward. I didn't direct it anywhere, but it ended up on the lower part of my boobs. He caressed them both and then moved across my belly to my pussy. His fingers landed on the spot just below my clit. He must have recognized the contours of my body, because he drew a line between my lips. He didn't seem to notice that I had panties on. He came back and rubbed my belly. "Eight months and 29 days to go," he said. I laughed and pressed his hand even harder. I pulled the hem of my shirt up, and he lowered his hand. When my underwear was exposed, he rubbed my pussy some more, but he said, "You put clothes back on. Was my performance that bad last night?"

"You were wonderful," I assured him. I thought to myself that I was glad neither of us considered our newfound relationship to be a possible reason for my clothing. "The room just isn't heated very well." He put his hand under my shirt and caressed my breasts directly. I put my hands over his to encourage him. I backed my ass up to his crotch, hoping to feel an erection. I could feel his cock, but I couldn't tell whether he was hard yet. He moved his hand down under my panties and rubbed my pussy lips. I knew I'd want his dick in there soon, but I wasn't in a hurry. "Keep doing that," I said softly.

He fingered me gently until I was moist. He pulled his fingers out and gave me a look. I knew he was asking if I wanted to fuck. I asked, "You know what I'd like? And feel free to say no."

"What?"

"Since I've got underwear on, I want you to show me what you and my mother did when you made me." He paused. "I'm sorry. Is it painful to remember?"

Jerry smiled. "It's a lot less painful now than it was at this time yesterday," he said. "I don't remember the order in which our clothes came off, but the one thing I'm sure of is that you need to take your shirt off and leave your panties on." I rolled over and he looked panicked. "Wow, you're serious about this, aren't you?" He was looking at my nightshirt.

I looked down, laughed and pulled it down. The full shirt said, "Make me late for work," but he'd pushed it up far enough that all he could see was, "Make me late." I smirked and asked, "What's your point?" Then I sat up and took it off. The panties were the only other thing I had on, and it was just a white pair, ordinary apart from never having been worn before. "She teased me a little, and I chased her into her room."

I got off the bed and ran around the room. "Catch me! Catch me!" I called out.

"You know what? I was confusing two nights. That happened earlier. It was totally worth it to see your firm breasts in the air like that, though."

"I liked it too," I told him. "Maybe I'll come over this summer and sunbathe in your back yard."

"Anyway, I was telling her how beautiful she was."

"She was?" I asked. Somehow it had never occurred to me to ask Jerry for pictures of her, or any other family members that I hadn't met yet.

"Absolutely. I literally told her that she looked like one of the models I'd seen in Sports Illustrated, and I wasn't just flattering her."

"Do I look like her?"

"Kind of," he said. "And just to put your mind at ease, there was no moment after I met you where I thought, 'Hey, she looks like my sister. I should try to shtup her.' I didn't see the resemblance until after I knew who you are. Your hair is the same color as hers, and it's almost as wavy. She also had dimples in both buttocks that I had never really thought about until I noticed that you have them too. But mainly, when I look in your eyes, I see the same love that I saw in hers, even though neither of us admitted it."

"Wait, why did you have sex if you couldn't even admit you were in love?"

"Love is funny that way. For eleven months, we told ourselves that we loved each other as brother and sister, but that we were just a convenient penis and vagina to each other. We thought that was okay, but somehow actually loving each other that way was gross." He could tell that I was looking at him quizzically. "The last time we had sex was a week before you were born, which was two weeks before you were due. Then came the six weeks where they tell women not to have sex, and for the remaining two weeks, she just wasn't up for it. There was an embarrassing incident where I thought she'd tried to kill herself, and I decided to quit while we were ahead."

"I thought you were going to say cut your losses," I noted.

"Jenna might have said that, considering how she beat herself up over things, but going through a pregnancy together brought us closer. Even though we stopped being bed-buddies, we never stopped being close, so I counted that as a net gain."

"Sounds like you beat yourself up over it too," I told him.

"Like I said, love's funny. Anyhow, back to that afternoon. We'd been teasing each other for a while, and when I was telling her how beautiful she was, I mentioned that her hips were so sexy that they made me want to get between her legs." Jerry's told me how sexy I am on multiple occasions, so I didn't feel the need to interrupt and ask if mine had the same effect. "She said she wanted it too. I don't remember how she worded it, but it was plain that at that moment she wasn't asking me to fuck her yet. She spread her thighs." I spread mine as far as I could. "Not all the way, just enough for me to get in." I brought my legs about halfway back, and Jerry knelt between them. "I started rubbing it over her underwear like this." He placed the shaft over my pussy. It was pointing a little to my left, so when he started moving in and out, he was rubbing my left labia.

"I bet she liked that," I said. It was understood that I meant, "because I'm sure enjoying it."

He did that several times until my pussy lips were engorged. "I actually did it a little better that day. I didn't know it at first, but I'd placed it dead center, and I was already rubbing the space between her lips."

"First do the other side. You can make it realistic later."

Jerry did as I asked, rubbing his shaft across my left labia for a short while and then placing it in the groove between the lips. "I did her like this for what seemed like an eternity."

"This is almost torture," I told him. "Get under my panties."

"That's what she said!" Jerry told me. He pulled back and slipped the head under the hemline on my left. I could feel his cock rubbing over my pussy at about a 20-degree angle. The bottom ridge was sexier than any palm or any sex toy I'd ever felt. "She liked it so much, she pulled the fabric off to the side so I could do it more easily." I did the same. "I was so into it that I reared back and I slipped inside her pussy."




Twice Forbidden Ch. 04



"Do it!" I cried. "I want you inside me!"

"She said the same thing," he said, and I thought he was going to cry again. "And by God, I gave her what she wanted." He turned a little to the side and got inside me in a single thrust. "Once I was in, I went full-throttle while she egged me on." He stopped for a second. "Heh. 'Egged me on.' That's some foreshadowing, isn't it?"

I laughed at the literary terminology and told him, "Come inside me!" I could feel the first few spurts of his semen entering my vagina. At that moment, I was so fixated on procreating that I actually thought in those clinical terms. Then he pulled out and sprayed the last of it on my chest before he lay down on top of me. I told him, "Look, I enjoy a pearl necklace as much as the next girl, but why did you do that?"

"Jenna told me not to come inside her," he said. "I tried to pull out, but it was too late. Then again, a few minutes later, she got on top and we did the cowgirl position, so there's no way to know which load you were part of. Still, the second time wouldn't have happened without the first." For the next few minutes, I could feel his cum between my tits and his chest because of the awkward silence. "She told me to get under her panties," he said.

"You already told me that," I pointed out.

"You don't understand. Ever since she told me she was pregnant, I've run the events of that time together, like when I chased her till she fell on the bed. That did happen, just not that day. I thought I'd just been poking my dick around and accidentally put it under her panties, but it wasn't an accident. She asked me to do it. She had to know-well, we both had to know, once that happened, that my baby-maker would go inside hers."

I tried to suppress a laugh. I managed to keep it down to a chuckle. "Your baby-maker?"

"Yeah, there's no way to describe its function that literally without sounding like I'm twelve." He did cry now, but he wasn't unhappy. "Oh, Maria, you just helped me erase a quarter-century of guilt. Thank you. Thank you."

I told him, "I'm glad." I put my arms around him and held him close to my shoulder. This time he laughed. "What's so funny now?" I asked.

"One night after your parents took you home, I found Jenna crying really hard. In fact, it was the only a few minutes before I saw the pill bottle. I tried to assure her that everyone was going to be fine, you, me and her. I held her just the way you're holding me."

I looked up and saw the clock. "What time is check-out?"

"Noon," he said.

"Then we need to hurry. It's eleven o'clock." We got dressed and prepared for the drive home.

After he dropped me off at my apartment, I watched him turn around and head to the driveway. "Come back!" I shouted.

He turned around and ran to me. "What is it?"

I made sure no one was within earshot. "I can hide our blood relationship, but I can't stand to hide my love for you. I want to go public." Jerry nodded his head, and we shared a long kiss.

That was last weekend. On Monday, we went to the Dean, told him we're in love and asked him to make whatever reassignments are necessary to avoid a conflict of interest. I plan on staying on the Pill until I finish my doctorate or win a Nobel Prize-I aim high-but one day I know we're going to have a family. Scratch that. We are a family, but one day we're going to add to it. I want him to experience so many things that he missed with his first child. I want people to see us going for a walk in the park when he's 50 and I'm under 30 in my third trimester.