1 comments/ 10049 views/ 0 favorites Imma By: ULISSE Gli avvenimenti, per essere compresi del tutto, devono essere considerati attentamente, approfondendo non solo la particolarità dei protagonisti, ma anche il tempo, il luogo, l'ambiente. Lui, Dario, diciotto anni appena compiuti, alla vigilia della maturità. Lei, Imma, ventidue anni, una bambina di un anno, il marito, Salvatore, in Belgio, minatore, unitamente al suocero, Domenico. Il luogo: un piccolo capoluogo nel centro della penisola, comunicazioni non ottime. Ambiente prevalentemente agricolo, conservatore, esaltante le pubbliche virtù, e ipocritamente tacente i vizi privati. Imma, era domestica (allora si chiamava 'serva') in casa di Dario, il cui padre ricopriva una autorevole carica pubblica. La mamma di Dario, bellissima donna, colta, elegante e signorile senza alcuna ostentazione, socievole e garbata con tutti, si dedicava alle cure della casa e sosteneva alcune organizzazioni filantrope. Tutto scorreva in perfetto ordine. Imma era sollecita, attenta, premurosa, e sempre allegra. Arrivava la mattina, abbastanza presto, prima della colazione, e si tratteneva fino al tardo pomeriggio, dopo aver tutto rassettato e apparecchiato per la cena. Non abitava distante, in una parallela, con la vecchia madre, Anna, anche lei sola, col marito in Belgio. La piccola Mariuccia, figlia di Imma, stava con nonna. Imma era una veramente una bella ragazza, pienotta, con rotondità che palesavano compattezza, freschezza e floridezza delle forme di giovane e vivace femmina, certamente tormentata dalla lontananza del marito, e non solo per ragioni affettive. Dario, in piena età di inquietudini e turbamenti, di dolorose eccitazioni sessuali, la contemplava attentamente mentre lei accudiva alle faccende di casa, chinandosi, muovendosi, e in tal modo era tutto un sussulto di seno, un rivelarsi di fianchi e glutei. Insomma, un tormento... e lui, Dario, non se la sentiva proprio di andare a sfogarsi con le ben disposte ospiti dell'unica casa di tolleranza della città. Lo avrebbero visto tutti, e questo non era opportuno che accadesse. Di trovare sollievo con qualcuna delle proprie coetanee, neanche a pensarci. Pomiciate, strette e strusciate quante ne volevi, e anche qualche inesperto lavoretto 'manuale', ma per il resto! Dovevano arrivare vergini al matrimonio!!! Imma sapeva dell'attenzione di Dario, e ogni tanto scuoteva la testa, senza farsi vedere, pensando che 'lu signorino' aveva tanta grazia di dio... e lei, poverina, tanto bisogno! Ma guarda che destino, dovevano tutti e due penare con tutto quello che era a loro portata di mano!!! Sì, ma non c'era niente da fare, nessuna possibilità. La femminilità di Imma, però, non le suggeriva di darsi per vinta. La donna ne sa una più del diavolo. E il suo cervello, semplice ma profondamente astuto, l'aiutò. --- Quel sabato mattina Dario terminò gli esami orali. Era giustamente sicuro di aver superato più che brillantemente la prova. Tornò a casa. La mamma lo abbracciò, commossa e felice. Il padre si congratulò con lui. Imma trovò il sistema per sorridergli, con un'aria trionfante, come se fosse lei l'eroina del momento. Si attardò nel rassettare il salotto dove lui, in poltrona, stava sfogliando una rivista. Fece finta di interessarsi a delle fotografie, e a voce bassa gli sussurrò nell'orecchio. "Tengo 'na sorpresa per voi... domani sono di riposo... venitevela a prendere a casa mia, quando uscite con la famiglia dalla messa delle 10.30, dalla cattedrale.... Vi aspetto..." Dario la seguì con lo sguardo. Incuriosito. Non era mai stato a casa di Imma, sapeva a malapena dov'era. Era incuriosito. Una sorpresa? Per lui? Mah! Alzò le spalle. Comunque, l'indomani mattina, dopo la messa, disse che andava a fare una passeggiata e con aria disinvolta s'avviò versa la casa della donna. Un grosso portone. Lei glielo aveva detto: primo piano, c'é una sola porta. Non dovette nemmeno bussare, evidentemente Imma lo aveva visto dalla finestra. Aprì, lo salutò con un sorriso luminoso. Era accuratamente pettinata, un volto gioioso. Indossava una specie di vestaglia, nera, abbottonata davanti. Dario la guardò, ricambiando il sorriso. "Entrate... entrate... sono sola... mamma e Mariuccia sono andate al paese, dalla sorella di mia madre..." Lo disse con un tono quasi trionfale. Si avviò verso il vecchio divano, gli fece cenno di sedere. "Accomodatevi... togliete la giacca... fate come a casa vostra..." Dario sedette, la fissò incuriosito, interessato. "E la sorpresa, Imma?" Lei era in piedi, di fronte, e il viso era serio, con occhi umidi, come fossero supplicanti. Sapeva di essere di fronte a un momento decisivo... ma aveva scelto, non poteva aspettare... "Eccola!" Sbottonò del tutto la vestaglia, l'aprì, la fece cadere a terra. Restò nuda, completamente nuda, splendente nella sua naturalezza. Una carne bianchissima, forme statuarie, un seno prospero ma non massiccio, ben eretto, sodo, con scure areole dalle quali sporgevano prepotenti capezzoli ancora più scuri... ventre quasi piatto, fianchi meravigliosi. Gambe nervose, lunghe, e un foltissimo cespuglio nerissimo che formava un grosso triangolo dal pube all'incontro delle cosce. Dario rimase sbalordito, esterrefatto, e nel contempo fissava ammaliato quella visione, che aveva tante volte immaginato, ma che la realtà era infinitamente più affascinante che nella fantasia. Com'era bella Imma, e chi lo avrebbe mai detto... ma.. ma.. perché stava facendo così? Imma lo scrutava. Come avrebbe reagito 'lu signorino'? Lui si alzo, ammaliato ed eccitatissimo... Le prese una mano, la alzò... anche le ascelle, come il pube, non sapevano nemmeno il significato della parola depilazione. Le fece fare appena un mezzo giro... che schiena... che natiche... C'era da impazzire! "Come sei bella, Imma..., bellissima, magica..." Imma gonfiò il petto, emise un profondissimo sospiro. Lo fissò con tenerezza. "Dichi?" Gli aveva dato del 'tu', senza accorgersene. Lui le baciò la mano. "Me voi? Te piaccio?" "Ti voglio..." La sollevò tra braccia e la baciò sulla bocca. Le labbra si dischiusero, golose, e la lingua di Imma saettò in cerca smaniosa di quella del ragazzo. "Annamo.... Annamo... non ne posso più..." Si fece deporre sul pavimento, lo prese per la mano e si avviò nella camera vicina, dove c'era un grande letto... pronto! Dario era confuso, insicuro. Imma lo guardò con occhi di fuoco. Con voce roca, mentre cominciava a spogliarlo, rapidamente ma senza nervosismo, gli chiese: "L'hai fatto mai?" Lui scosse la testa, in segno di diniego. "Che bello, come so' fortunata, t'insegno tutto io... sei proprio 'na creatura!" Dario, ormai, era completamente nudo, e il suo sesso svettava prepotente. Imma lo afferrò nella sua mano. "Madonna comm'è bello... e quant'è grosso... lungo... nun sembrava proprio dentro lu cauzune... speriamo che ce trase!" Sempre tenendolo per mano si avvicinò al letto, si sedette sulla sponda. "Non perdimmo tempo... siente... siente..." Portò la mano di lui tra le sue gambe, nel folto del bosco. Due grosse labbra carnose, la delicatezza delle piccole, un delicato e sensibilissimo clito... le dita di Dario, esitanti, sfiorarono il tutto... sentì qualcosa di viscoso... Dario si chinò per baciarle un capezzolo, lo prese tra le labbra, lo lambì con la lingua, lo ciucciò timidamente. Imma lo fece sistemare tra le sue gambe, ben dischiuse, prese il glande e lo attisò a sé. "Vieni... trasi... fa' chiano... sì comme 'na trave..." Lui sentì il caldo umido del sesso di Imma... fu spontaneo l'istinto di spingere.. era la prima volta, sì, ma la natura è maestra... Era stretta, ma scivolosa... la spinta seguitò, irrefrenabile... le gambe di Imma si serrarono sulla schiena di lui. Le era completamente sopra... ancora una spinta e si accorse che non poteva andare oltre... "Madonna mia.... Madonna mia... quist è eccezionale... sto già venendo..." Sobbalzava impetuosamente, lo stava mungendo violentemente, avidamente... e lui che stantuffava, sempre più in fretta... "Oooooooh, Immacolata... oooooooh... eccomi...." Il fallo di Dario si sentì avvolto in qualcosa di ancor più caldo, e stretto furiosamente... non ce la faceva più... non ci pensò nemmeno che non avevano adottato alcuna precauzione, all'improvviso, spinse con maggio forza, e sentì che stava rovesciando in quel grembo palpitante un carico seminale straordinariamente copioso. Imma aveva gli occhi chiusi, le labbra semiaperte, le labbra frementi. "Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.... Siiiiiiiiiiiiiii.... Amore di Imma.... Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.... Comme si bbono!" Giacquero così, ansanti e sudati, e il fallo non accennava ad afflosciarsi. Fu ancora Imma a prendere l'iniziativa. "T'é piaciuto?" Dario annuì decisamente. "A me de più... de più... 'na cosa che nun credevo... che nun ho mai provato... mai!" Lo guardò con sguardo entusiasta, innamorato. "Aspetta che mo' te faccio vede' io... resta dentro.... Aiutami..." Lo abbrancò stretto, con le gambe dietro il dorso di lui, e comincio a muoversi, lentamente, fin quando non fu sopra lui. I sessi erano sempre congiunti, e quella manovra aveva ancor più eccitato Dario. Imma spinse il pube, lo voleva dentro il più possibile... lo sentiva più vivo di prima... "Madonna, signurì... comme si' cricco, che bella pertica... e quant'é grossa... oooooh! Mo' te ingroppo io... te lo strappo, lo tengo co' me pe' sempre..." E cominciò, dapprima lentamente, una lunga, voluttuosa cavalcata, con le tette che Dario afferrò subito, ciucciandone i lunghi capezzoli, e l'espressione lasciva e appassionata nel volto, le nari frementi... "Si, bello de Maculata tua... quanto si' bbono... mo' posso pure morì... così... cosiiii... cosiiiiii... di piacere... cosiiiiiii!" E nell'orgasmo che la squassava lo munse voracemente, sentendosi percorsa come da una scarica elettrica quando il seme si sparse nuovamente in lesi, dovunque... Si gettò su Dario, ansante, sudata, fremente, sfinita... "Signore, che fottuta... che fottuta... vale 'na vita...." Imma era certa che lo aveva svuotato del tutto, lo aveva sfinito. Restò a lungo su lui, poi, lentamente, gli si mise a fianco. Allungò la mano, lo carezzò, scese sul fallo... "Oddio...!" Lo guardò, sorpresa e raggiante. "Ma tu si' de ferro... ancora?" Dario le sorrise. "Sei bellissima, Imma, bellissima, non finirei mai..." "Ma a me m'hai stesa, m'hai fatta fuori... è stato bellissimo... bellissimo..." Andava lentamente riprendendo fiato. Si alzò lentamente, si mise seduta sul letto... "Aspetta, torno subito, devo andare...." Dario sentì lo scroscio dell'acqua, al di là della parete, silenzio, poi riapparve. Imma salì sul letto, restò un momento a guardare lui, poggiata su ginocchia e gomiti, le tette appena pendule. Lui le carezzò, titillò i capezzoli. Si sentiva ancora eccitato. Gli venne in mente di mettersi dietro lei... aveva letto... sentito dire... 'alla pecorina', gli inglesi dicevano 'doggy', come i cani. Imma lo senti dietro di se, che le carezzava le natiche, entrava con la mano tra esse, la toccava, sentiva l'umido della vagina, il bocciolo del clito, era bello, e lo sarebbe stato di più se... Non finì nemmeno il pensiero che percepì la forma inconfondibile del grosso glande che stava entrando in lei. Allargò di più le gambe, si spinse verso lui. Ecco, era entrato completamente, fin dove era possibile... non solo... ma con una mano le stava carezzando il clito e con l'altra titillando i capezzoli... diavolo d'un Dario... ma questo aveva imparato subito... Il 'dentro-fuori' aveva preso un ritmo crescente, quelle mani erano deliziose... incredibile, ma lei stava di nuovo raggiungendo un orgasmo che sembrava addirittura più irrefrenabile degli altri... Pensò che se ne stava veramente facendo 'na panzata di cao! Si agitò, si dimenò lascivamente, attendendo la nuova ondata del balsamo che l'avrebbe ristorata. E così fu, mentre Dario vibrava in lei, e le mani stringevano energicamente tette e clitoride. Il tempo trascorreva, Dario doveva tornare a casa. Imma lo aiutò a riordinarsi, rivestirsi, con gesti teneri, premurosi. Lo accompagnò alla porta. D'impeto, gli prese il volto tra le mani e lo baciò focosamente, stringendosi a lui, così, nuda com'era. "Se t'è piaciuto... mi vuoi ancora?" Lo interrogava anche con gli occhi, apprensiva. Dario la strinse forte, la baciò, a sua volta. "Sei una dea, una divinità... e chi lascia più... ma... come... quando?" Imma aveva gli occhi lucidi. "Quanno vu' tu! Dove vu' tu." Trovarono mille sotterfugi, appena alla periferia c'era la casa di Menico e Maria che erano andati dal fratello di lui, nel Minnesota. Riuscirono a farsene dare la chiave. Fu la loro alcova, ogni ritaglio di tempo possibile, e qualche volta anche per una intera notte. Erano divenuti maestri di scuse, pretesti, scappatoie. Erano trascorsi pochi mesi, quando Imma disse che doveva assentarsi per qualche giorno, doveva andare da una zia, al paese. Al paese ci andò, ma dalla comare, quella che faceva anche da mammana. Le raccontò che da almeno due mesi non aveva più le sue regole. La donna la palpò accuratamente, a partire dal seno, poi l'addome. Le confermò che era 'prena', ma le disse di non preoccuparsi che lei aveva certe erbe che l'avrebbero liberata rapidamente, in un paio di giorni poteva ritornare al lavoro, ma doveva aspettare almeno una settimana prima di riprendere i rapporti sessuali. Insisté molto, la comare, per sapere chi era lui, e alla fine riuscì a saperlo. Fece una espressiva smorfia di compiacimento, e le disse che era un peccato che il marito era tanto lontano, perché avrebbe potuto fargli credere che il figlio era suo e così avrebbe partorito 'nu figlio de signore'! Imma restò pensierosa, annuì, e certo rimuginava qualcosa. "Mo', però, non posso... mi devo proprio liberare...." Non fu facile convincere Dario che un certo disturbo le impediva di congiungersi con lui, ancora per qualche giorno, ed era meditabonda, come fare per non ricadere nello stesso pericolo? Rinunciarvi neppure per sogno, ricorrere al profilattico non ci pensava nemmeno, lei voleva sentire la carne viva di Dario, non una specie di tubo di gomma! Alzò le spalle. Ma sì, accadesse pure quello che deve accadere, lei un 'manico' di quella specie non se lo lasciava sfuggire. Le cose proseguirono come prima, meglio di prima. Ogni tre mesi doveva tornare al paese per...curarsi. Sarebbe durata così fino al ritorno del marito che, però, scriveva sempre più di rado. Un giorno arrivò una lettera in cui Salvatore le diceva che, la lontananza...sai com'é... insomma, io ho un'altra donna, dalla quale ho avuto una figlia, e mia madre è venuta qui, da tempo, come certo saprai, a raggiungere mio padre. Concludeva col chiederle scusa. Imma prese la lettera e corse da Dario, a fargliela leggere. Gli disse che era veramente contenta di esserselo tolto da torno, e che adesso era sicura che non sarebbe stata più male ogni tre mesi. Dario restò confuso, non sapeva cosa rispondere. Quella sera Imma fu più ardente e impetuosa che mai. Era insaziabile. Lo spompò completamente, fino all'ultima goccia. Quando, finalmente, lo accompagnò alla porta, come sempre, lo abbracciò forte e gli sussurrò nell'orecchio. "Io, poi, me ne vado al paese, tu puoi venire quando vuoi, quando nascerà lo chiamerò come e te, e tornerò qui, per sempre." Immaculate Conception Copyright TabooFruit 2012 All rights reserved. This is a story about an incestuous coupling between a consenting brother and sister. If this subject matter offends, please don't stress yourself by reading further. All characters are over 18 and entirely fictitious. * Mother of Pearl. Thick, viscous, fluid, pulsing with the rhythmic spasms of a girl in heavy orgasm. Dangerous, potent sperm moving towards the girl's fertile, unprotected womb. He studied her face, feeling slightly guilty. After all, hadn't it been he that had seen this through? Those eyes, big, deep brown, so like his own stared back. A fleeting emotion in her. What was that? Guilt too? Concern? All too brief then gone. "So bad." Sounding breathless. "Can't believe I just let you do that." Still panting, slightly less so. Her pretty face framed by damp, long brown hair. Breasts moving. Her complexion deep pink, dewy. Mixed emotions. Disgust for sure, regret yes, but dirty, raw, animalistic contentment as well. "Never thought it would get that far. Was expecting a kick in the nuts. A refusal. You to start screaming. Something. I. I couldn't stop!" Silence. Awkward moments. Rising and falling. The mattress moving slightly. More silence. Finally. "So, was it different?" She waited, intently. Needed to know. Absentmindedly traced a line over his chest. "Different?" "Yeah. How does fucking your sister compare with Jane Doe? He considered for a while. Post coital, this was strictly off the menu for conversation. Normally. But this deserved an answer somehow. "Difficult to compare." She sat up and turned to him. Eyes searching his. "Oh come on! I'm not some floosie you're trying to get a second helping with." "No. I mean it; really. I mean how does fucking you compare with fucking, say, Debs? Physically it was mind blowing. Raw. He looked his sister over. What a body. Cupped a breast lightly molding it in his palm appreciating its firmness. " You've got THE most perfect tits; a firm, tight ass, you've got a few curves but in all the right places. The way I like it. Your pussy is perfect. The fit felt so good, so tight, I felt...locked in." He shook his head, smiling. Disbelief, "insane." "But," he considered again, trying to coalesce thoughts from the 10 minutes they'd spent rutting, "psychologically? Mentally? Nothing compares to that. When I looked into your eyes as I fucked into you... It felt like.. felt like I was looking into my own. When I was on top of you, I kept looking at my cock disappearing inside you, up you, knowing that open, receptive pussy wasn't some bit of skirt but," he looked into her eyes, "my sister's cunt. Now that's so bad! Can't believe I KNOW what you feel like inside." His cock stirred. Mind replaying. "I just put my dick in a place so deep, so off-limits. Never been that deep in a girl before and it was with you." His hand continued to explore her breast causing her nipple to harden, gratifying him. "When I was close, I knew I had to pull out. You never said anything, never cried out "Don't cum in me!" He leaned over towards her, moving his mouth near to her ear. When he spoke, it was softly. "And if you had told me to pull out, I wouldn't have." Her eyes widened slightly, "I HAD to cum in you. Had to know what THAT orgasm would feel like unprotected, as nature intended." He considered that last part. "Well, maybe not as nature intended." Any remaining tension between them broke as they both had to laugh at that. "I never fucked a girl without a condom before." "And to think it was your sister who gave you that pleasure. Tut tut. What a naughty girl." Something occurred to him. "You are taking something?" "You mean am I on birth control? Nope. Nada." Disbelief now. Something else too. His cock twitched again. "Yeah right. Nice one sis. You got me." He was expecting something back. Nothing. He crooked onto his side, shifted up to look at her, needing to know if this was for real. Nothing. No smirk, eyes serious. "Nothing? Fuck's sake! You just let your brother fuck you without any protection?" Was it possible to feel anxiety and what? Pride? Immense taboo pride? Certainly felt something like that. He lay back down. " You've got to take the morning after pill, Sis." Mind racing now. "Do you always have unprotected sex? Fuck you are so dirty." "Nope." She reached over to the bedside cabinet, the draw slid open, something hit his stomach -- a diaphragm, or so he assumed, having never seen one before. A fleeting thought came into focus of his sister washing off the sperm from her latest catch. It felt strange uncovering one of his sister's most intimate secrets. "Trouble is, someone wasn't waiting." She pointed to his semi-erect cock "and something wasn't thinking." She began to stroke him. Up and down his chest. Down to his navel. Back up. "Perfect?" "Hmmm?" "You said my pussy was perfect. How?" Chuckling now, her breasts jiggling, almost playful. "It is. I've seen all kinds of pussies. Big fleshy lips, small thin lips, hairy ones, shaven ones, pussies, sort of, out of proportion?" he looked at her to see if she knew what he meant, "Yours is perfect. I mean the proportion of it, your pussy lips, the way you keep it trimmed." He trailed a finger down her stomach, between her wet thighs and drew it through the liquid of their coupling. He circled her still-engorged clitoris slowly, watching her carefully. His sister half-closed her eyes. Sighed. "And you? How was it for you?" She dreamily opened her eyes again, focused on him. "You mean after I actually moved on from the question of whether I could actually do it with you? Open my legs for my brother? Actually, did I ask myself that question? Hmmm. Anyway, After I felt I couldn't find any other way to bat you, my brrutthher away", she pronounced the word using an affected staccato, "was it any good?" "Was it any good after your all-night persistence finally wore me down? After my inhibitions had been softened up with just enough booze?" He pulled his hand away from his sister. Awkward. "Don't worry. I'm 28 and big enough to say 'no'. If I were being philosophical about it I guess I could ask whether I felt I had the choice of saying 'no'. After all, I've had first-hand experience of you in action now bro. But let's assume it was consensual and I got caught up with the moment." "It was good. What can I say?" "Good?" Her brother was the one who was concerned now. It mattered somehow. "OK. It was great sex. Darwin would be proud of you." "Darwin?" "Darwin. Natural selection and all that? There was a program on TV the other week looking at why humans orgasm. Apparently a guy's orgasm is all about reproduction -- to pass on his genes. The girl's is all about pleasure, she makes love for the orgasm. So if the guy gets it right, I mean if the girl is 'ppleassured'" she wrapped her tongue around the word as she said it, "her orgasm causes her vagina to contract flushing the sperm further into her, ergo his sperm have a better chance to... ." she tailed off. Thoughtful. "You know it can be as quick as 30 minutes for a sperm to fuse with an egg?" The thought, just the chance of his sperm impregnating her overwhelmed her mind. Sure, no big deal, she'd take a pill to make sure the evil deed bore no consequences, but for a second she allowed herself to indulge. Imagined his baby, their baby, growing inside her. She noticed with no small amount of shock that the thought didn't horrify her anywhere near as much as it should have. The sun suddenly grew intense, brightening the room, pulling her focus back to the bed. "When did you think you'd try it on with me?" He considered those words for a moment, 'try it on', they didn't sit comfortably with him. "Not sure really. Number one; put this in context, I was out to pull last night. Just had to. Had the itch -- you know." Looking at her for understanding. She nodded, just slightly but he took it as affirmation. "I don't know when my focus switched to you. Think it's when I got an echo off you." She was intrigued now "Echo?" He poked her rib playfully. "C'mon -- echo! You know, that boy girl thing? I felt something from you a couple of times early on in the night club. Not sure -- the way you danced, you kept on looking at me?" He thought about it further -- "When we were all dancing. Sure, you were in front of that guy seemed like half the night but something about the way you moved. Felt like you were being sexy for me? Couple of times we ended up catching each others' eyes. Looking away. You know. Echoes. She laughed then. Incredulity. "I NEVER made a play for you. You are my brother. Remember that little detail? Or did your cock overrule your head?" "So what? You just allowed me to keep my hand on your thigh under the table for the hell of it?" "I didn't think much about it really. I mean you were several beers down, thought you were being high spirited." "Hah. High spirited! And what about later on, when we were grinding on the dance floor. Was that high spirits too?" "Brother. Dearest" sarcasm now, "selective memory?" - An aside, "they do say the memory struggles after sex. - I kept pushing you away, remember? I DO know when a guy is coming on strong. Trust me. If anything, I was more taken aback that it was you. I mean how does a sister respond when her brother is rubbing his hard on against her? You know Jen caught an eyeful of your little performance with me don't you?" "Fuck Jen." He resented the intrusion of his sister's best friend. "So why didn't you just get up and walk away?" She couldn't answer immediately. Needed time? "I couldn't. Where could I go?" "You could have come back here, to your flat. Told me to get lost; slipped out when I wasn't looking. Anything to avoid having your brother FUCK you. Specially if you knew that was the play." She laughed wryly. "When were you NOT looking? Anyway, why would I have to cut my evening short with Jen and the others?" "Well, it must have turned you on a bit, huh? I mean at some point you must have considered it -- letting go. Doing it with me?" "Ut ut." She backed it up with a wave of her finger. "I can honestly say there was no point when we were out about town I thought. Hmm, you know what? I'm going to let my brother fuck me." Firm now, needed to re-affirm this was his show. "So why are we naked, in bed together? Unless you're saying I raped you?" Nothing. Silence. Deafening. She was actually considering the question. "Nnn. No" He let out his breath. "Well what then? Either you wanted to or you didn't." She withdrew the finger idling across his chest, cupped her head in her hand, turning to look at him. "I don't know when it was. I don't even know if it was a conscious decision. Hhappened so quickly." She thought about it some more. "Maybe, when you pushed me back on the bed. I remember my legs sort of springing up as I hit the mattress. You were so in control. It felt, I felt so submissive then..." She stopped, eyes searching his. "You were on me, I mean kneeling between my legs, on me, doing that thing with your nose" her voice rushed slightly as she recalled "stroking your fingers up and down my legs - boy, you sure know how to press all the buttons bro -- my skirt being pushed up and then, and then -- your tongue -- on me." A slight shudder as she recalled the feeling. "You still could have said no." "Brother. Dearest. Bruutther," that affected way of saying it again, "I was saying 'no' all night. You weren't taking 'no' for an answer. I wonder whether, because it was YOU, that changed the script somehow? I mean right at the point when I knew you were pushing me to go all the way the rules sort of went out of the window. Maybe BECAUSE you are my brother?" She considered her own question. "Hmmm. Maybe." "So there wasn't a point when you were getting off on the fact your brother was screwing you?" "I didn't say that. Biology, physiology takes over. Hell at some point during sex anything goes." "Not what I meant. You know what I mean. There wasn't some point the fact it was your bruutther's cock in you that was getting you off?" He mimicked her pronunciation of the word, it seemed incredibly erotic to him somehow. She went quiet for a moment. Didn't want to admit it; anything but the truth. "The point was, I said 'no' all night, you had to TAKE me. I didn't GIVE it to you." She snapped at the words, maybe a little too quickly. "Me doth think the lady protest too much." Stalemate. No words. He stroked her upturned face. Traced lines over her nose, to the tip. Worked his fingers down to her lips and pushed along them and lightly between them. He pushed a little harder, trying to part them and insert his finger into her mouth. She bared her white teeth and caught the digit sharply between them. "Ow! Let go!" She giggled through clenched teeth. Released the offending finger. She noticed his cock rapidly inflating at the horseplay. So natural. "Looks like Mr Biggy wants a little action there champ." He searched her eyes, looking for an invitation. "We could..." "No! Na uh. That was a one-off, never-to-be-repeated. You saw, you conquered, you came. Finito, finished, finis." He shifted, moved up to her ear again. Softly now. "C'mon sis. One more mind blowing fuck for the road? One more, never-to-be-repeated orgasm?" He moved his hand down by the side of her cheek, walking his fingers lightly down her neck towards the V between her breasts; traced lightly around her well-proportioned flesh in a figure of 8 watching her nipples firm and rise. Her chest started to rise and fall a little more quickly. Looking up, he smiled at her closed eyes, her mouth opened slightly. A tongue tip appeared, moistening her lips, the action involuntary. Her hand rose, caught his, trapping it to her breast. "No. Once would be a fix. Twice would create an addiction." She felt him shifting, his hand slipping from its weakly imprisoned state, "We cannnn't. Ohhhh!" Her eyes snapped open, focusing on the crown of her brother's head as it moved delicately between her thighs. His lips grazing on hers. Her vagina, already flushed and glistening with the fluids of their first mating began to moisten. She was heating up; melting. Knew it, but felt powerless to stop it. She grabbed his hair, pulling it hard. "Nooooh. Pleease. Donn't. Oh Godd." Her hips began to grind slowly into the sheets. From somewhere deep in her loins she felt a tell-tale jolt of electricity that intensified with every lap of her brother's tongue across and around her rapidly sensitising clitoris. Her pert bottom and hips moved rhythmically under the expert caress of his lips and delicate tongue tip. She felt his wet tongue move down between her now thick lips and stab rapidly into her moist vagina. "Ohhhhhhh." So delicately. So sexily. Almost whispered. The electrical charge began to build, its energy radiating outwards, seeking, positively needing release. Her left hand dropped suddenly, screwing up a handful of the bed-sheet giving her purchase as her thighs gripped her brother's head and her hips bucked savagely, involuntarily. "Ohhhhh fuck. Oh Fuck. Ohhhhhhh." Her hips, so powerfully charged, lifted them both up together in one quick motion. Momentarily he felt trapped by her. Then, gradually, the come down, her panting subsiding, her thighs relaxing, releasing him. Her fingers that had been crushing his hair, relaxed. Began to caress his scalp. He was aware that his cock and balls were aching with anticipation. He needed this, needed her, to feel the delicious taboo of slipping into his sister one more time. He looked up at her, from between her thighs, noticed the brown down of her trimmed pubic hair surrounding the same vagina that was filling his nostrils with her heady, tangy scent. The hand that had gripped the bed sheets had now moved up, the arm covering her face? Was she trying to hide from him? Maybe convince herself this was just another fuck? Perhaps she was trying to close down her senses to focus purely on the delicious touch of her brother. Again, that involuntary tongue tip snaked out a little way between her lips. Jesus it was so hot between her legs, so moist, musky. He knelt, and hooked his hands under her thighs, simultaneously pulling them up and widening them, exposing her pussy, that now opened up for him wantonly like an oyster in the process of being shucked. So pink, glistening and vulnerable. He shifted his weight forwards, placing his hands either side of his sister, kissing up her body, trailing his tongue through her pubic hair, over her pubis, and then up, pausing briefly to circle her navel, which elicited a small chuckle from her. That spot was sensitive. Upwards, delicate, almost feather-like, his tongue trailed over her skin, found her left breast, lapping the underside, God so perfect, circling around towards the top, carefully leaving the nipple like some exquisite morsel to be savoured last. She was sensitive there. In fact, when he thought about it, she was the most responsive girl he'd ever been with and that pleased him. His lips found her nipple, applied pressure, he began to suckle on his sister as though he might draw milk from her. "Ohhhhh. Ahhhh." He dwelt long enough. Made sure she was deriving the maximum pleasure. It pleased him. It mattered to him. He wondered how he compared to her other lovers. As he pleasured her right breast, he sensed the electricity again. The charge building up in her. If it was possible, her thighs had opened even wider and he began to tease her pussy with the tip of his rigid cock. Ploughing through her lips, undulating his pelvis so his cock rose up and then sank back down through them. He loved this -- it was his little thing -- loved to tease a girl with his cock as his lips nibbled at her breasts and neck and finally settled onto her mouth. Penetrating her both with his cock and tongue at the same time. "Look at me." His sister's eyes were still covered by her arm. "Look at me when I put it in." Her arm dropped, revealing glassy eyes, so close to his. They studied each other, mirror images, for a second. He felt his abdomen meshed to hers, the damp heat between them impossibly hot, the underside of her breasts pressed into his chest. She shook her head slightly, whispered, "I want to." And with that, he felt his penis, so hard that it felt as though it might burst, being enveloped by his sister's delicate fingers and drawn to her. Their hips shifting automatically and naturally for the best angle to couple. The very tip of his penis sensed the warmth and wetness of her, then the full heat of her body internally as it split her lips and entered her. He sank his hips, pushing up slightly, enabling his cock to sink into his sister's slick pussy deeper, deeper. Until one final, animalistic rut up and into her so her pussy possessed him totally and in his turn, he possessed her utterly. "Ohhhhhhhh." Her thighs came up either side of him enabling her to lock her feet around her brother's back. "I want you right in." She said it breathily. He didn't move just then. He wanted to savour the moment, feel the incestuous connection between himself and his sister. Commit to memory this feeling, her smell, her velvet pussy gloving his cock. To feel his balls sandwiched between her wet pussy and his damp thighs. He moved his cock in her. Withdrawing slowly. "Look at me." Thrusting back in. "Sis. Look at me." Their eyes locked. "You are so bad. Can't believe I'm letting my" he pushed back up into her again "Aaagh! Brutther..." Immaculate Conception "How does your brother feel?" He began to speed up. No reply, she was savouring the moment, her eyes glazed over. He withdrew more fully and slapped up into her drawing a sharp intake of breath. "How does it feel?" "IT feels. Oohh. Feels ssooo good. Ungh" The brother and sister meshed perfectly, fit each other so completely, her pussy perfectly accommodating his thrusting cock. They moved together like a single animal possessing two backs. Her hips circling his as he moved within her. Her body reacting to his slamming thrusts, breasts swaying as they reacted in perfect time to the rhythm of their bodies. They were both experienced enough to know when sex wasn't right. Didn't feel right. Didn't flow naturally. When the rhythm of their bodies were out of synch with their lovers'. This was right. This was perfect, it was as though their mating bodies, so genetically similar knew how to succour each other's needs completely. She didn't remember moaning or screaming her brother's name but was suddenly conscious of repeating it over and over again as the delicious, sharp, pain and ecstasy of his invading penis, sometimes so forceful she felt it butting her cervix, began the prelude to the familiar build up of orgasm. Her nerve endings tingled. Her brother, seemingly everywhere, inside her, on her, his mouth biting her ear lobe began to swell inside her. He was close, building up to it. She could sense it. Her anticipation of his release triggered her own intense orgasm "Ahhhgghhh! Her mouth, greedily sucking in air, was suddenly denied as her brother's lips covered hers and he rolled his tongue around hers. Breathless; gasping. "Aaarggh!" She bucked under him again. Feeling light headed for lack of breath. Spinning out of control. He could feel her pelvic muscles gripping his cock holding him even more tightly as she shuddered around him. His balls throbbed and tightened, his buttocks and legs stretched taut, and with several pounding thrusts he shot his sperm forcefully into his sister's body, coating her vaginal walls with his thick, viscous, incestuous pearlescence. From somewhere, a picture came to him of two pedigree dogs being mated, he couldn't remember where he had seen the spectacle but he could now see the male dog, in his mind's eye, cumming then being turned around while still in the bitch's vagina. Locked in place. Someone telling him distantly they were kept locked together like that for 30 minutes. For some reason, it mattered to him that he stayed in his sister's body for as long as possible. As his cock drained the last of his sperm, and the last couple of orgasmic shudders left him, he remained in place, keeping their genitals crushed together remaining in her as they both panted, both still breathless but utterly satiated, bathed in endorphins. He kissed her then. Gently. A kiss of gratitude that was gladly received and reciprocated. And somewhere, deep within her body a brother's sperm fused with a sister's egg. Immaculate Conception My wife, Michelle and I married young and had four children in quick succession. While this was not a problem for us, the doctor advised my wife that she shouldn't have any more children because her body might not be able to support another baby. We discussed what we would do about it. There were a number of options. Unfortunately contraceptives of any sort were out of the question. My wife was allergic to latex, so no condoms, and the pill made her sick. This left some sort of surgical intervention. For my wife it would be quite invasive, either having her tubes tied or a complete hysterectomy. Neither seemed a good idea. I decided that a vasectomy would be the ideal solution. I certainly didn't want or need any more kids and it was the easiest and least intrusive procedure. It was a day procedure. A local anaesthetic, a couple of snips, a little sewing and I were done. All up I was in surgery for about half an hour, with a couple of hours recovery. In less than a single afternoon our worries about falling pregnant were gone. I had to provide a sample for the doctor a week or so after the procedure. That came back negative, no swimmers. We were free to fuck ourselves silly and not have to worry about an unwanted pregnancy. Life was good. I loved my wife unreservedly. I loved my kids, two girls, 8 and 6, and two boys, 4 and 2. I had my own business, which was growing and best of all I was able to work from home. I ran a rent-to-buy business where people could rent almost anything, from toasters and other appliances to a car or van. Most of the time I spent talking to people about their needs and then helping them fulfil these needs. It was great, and it was expanding. It never ceased to amaze me how many people didn't really know how much they were paying for things. The average mark-up was 40%. Now this sounds a lot but in reality most people paid it because they wanted the item straight away and couldn't afford to buy it outright. In fact I had recently employed an office person to look after the admin. side of things. Janet was fantastic and really intuitive. She really picked up the business quickly. In the three months she had been working for me I realised two things; that my business could be a good franchising idea; and Janet would be the ideal person to take on the first franchise. Our sex life was pretty healthy. We didn't mind trying out something new. We owned a copy of the Karma Sutra and Michelle was a yoga fanatic. Her body looked like that of a teenager. The only thing that belied her motherhood was that her breasts had begun to sag. I always thought that it was because they were quite big, DD. She knew that it was because she breastfed all four children. Either way, she looked hot when dressed in anything form a bikini to a trench coat. And she did wear a bikini in the summer. Her tummy, while a little less taut than pre-children was nonetheless still quite flat. Michelle was gorgeous. She had straight, blonde hair cut into a bob. She was rather on the tall side, 5'10" and, as I said, quite slim. I was 6' even so she towered over me when she wore her heels, which was always. Fortunately I was never worried by that fact. I actually liked it. I even enjoyed it when she was on top in the bedroom. It gave me unfettered access to her boobs, which I loved. She had wide hips, childbearing hips; I called them, but very little excess fat. I thought she was as beautiful as the day I met her. I had pretty good stamina in bed. It wasn't unusual for me to cum twice, or even three times, on the nights we fucked. Michelle was almost insatiable. She loved sex every which way. I was more than happy to provide. She loved my tongue on her clit. Thanks to her rather noisy demeanour in bed, I learned quite quickly what she liked and what she didn't. She loved little bites on her clit and she loved me sucking on it too. She preferred me not to stick my tongue in too far. She said it felt weird, and anyway, that was what my cock was for. One time I licked her butthole. She squealed with delight and so that became a regular part of my oral ministrations. She loved me playing with her nipples. They had become more sensitive since she breastfed our children. I was happy with that because I adored her boobs. I could play with them all day. I actually have done that once or twice! We've had to tone down our more raucous lovemaking as our oldest kids are getting to the age where they have some idea about what is going on. That's just made us a little sneakier with what we do. We have a little ritual, which we began as soon as our oldest could be babysat. We decided that no matter what we needed some time just for us. So we had date night. There was no set time between dates but if we hadn't had one for over a month we actually insisted to each other that it had to happen. It was usually every two or three weeks depending on the availability of a sitter. We started out dressing up and going out to the local for a meal, a few drinks and a bit of a dance. When that became a little mundane, I decided to get myself ready at my brother's place and then pick her up from home, just like a real date would. At the end of the night she might invite me in or might not. If not I had to go back to my brother's place, get changed and come home. I suggested to her that I could ramp it up a little. She could go out to a predetermined location. I could arrive a little later and then try to get her to join me for a meal. It was a little harmless fun that kept our date nights lively. It turned out to be the worst decision of my life. We had done this a few times and it was always fun. One night we decided on a venue. I usually went to my brother's place so Michelle could get ready and I would get a surprise when I saw what she was wearing. It was always sexy so it added some fun. This particular night my brother wasn't home. So Michelle got ready with me there watching. She showered and came into the bedroom wearing nothing but a towel. She rummaged in her draw for some underwear. I got the shock of my life when she pulled out a Victoria's Secret bag. Inside was a matching black bra and knickers, with a garter belt and stockings to finish the outfit. My jaw was on the floor. She dropped the towel and had great fun slowly putting the knickers on. Then she slowly put her bra on. It was a half-cup bra and the nipples were nearly exposed. I could actually see some of both areolas peeking out the top of the cups. She hooked the garter belt around herself, guided the straps under her knickers and then proceeded to slowly roll the stockings up her legs. She hooked the stockings to the garter, looked at me and said, "What do you think? Do you like it?" "Like it? I love it!" She put on a sheer, silky red shirt on. She left a few buttons undone. I could almost see her areolas by just looking at her. One wrong move and she would be flashing everyone within sight. Her skirt seemed to be just a band of black fabric. It left no one under any illusions that she was wearing stockings and suspenders. "What's gotten into you tonight," I asked. "I'm not sure but I'm sure I like the way you are looking at me. We may not even get to eat tonight if you're not careful." Then she took off her wedding and engagement rings. She'd done that before. It gave her a sense of power over any man who tried to chat her up when she rebuffed him. The plan was that she would go to a place we'd never been before. It was about a thirty-minute drive and was a venue with food and music you could dance to. Michelle had it recommended to her by a friend a while age but this was the first time we were going to try it. I would give her a half hour start. That way she could see the lay of the land and decide if she was happy staying. If not she would text message me. She left, and 30 minutes later so did I. I was about half way there when I heard a strange bang in the engine of my car. Damn. It sounded serious. I got out to take a look and it seemed to me that the engine had thrown a rod, which was now sitting in an awkward position over the engine. Fuck. I rang the local car service company and asked for a tow truck. I was told I'd have quite a wait, as there had been a multi car pile up on the highway a few miles south. Shit. I needed to contact Michelle. I rang her cell but it went straight to voice mail. Strange. I left a message explaining what was happening and asked her to swing by and pick me up. If she still wanted to we could go out together. I sent a text message just in case she missed the voice message. Nothing from Michelle. That surprised me because if anything Michelle was really pedantic about her cell. If you texted, she texted back straight away and if you left a voice message she would call as soon as possible. It was rarely more than 5 minutes before she made contact. After fifteen minutes I tried ringing again. This time she answered, "Hello, Michelle's phone." What the... it was the babysitter Susan. "Susan is that you, this is Jason. Are you at home?" "Yeah, I heard the phone before but didn't reach it in time – it was in your bedroom. This time I did so I answered it." "That means Michelle left it at home. Damn. My car's broken down and I need to contact Michelle. Do you happen to know the name of the place where she went? Her friend Samantha recommended it. I can't remember it myself, but I know where it is." "No, sorry, Mr Mac. I've got no idea." "Damn, oh well, not your fault. Thanks anyway Susan. See you later." The tow truck operator wasn't wrong. It was quite a wait for a tow. I waited by my car for four hours. Michelle would be furious with me. Finally, the tow truck came. It delivered me and my car to their depot, which happened to be less than a mile from my house. Rather that wait for a taxi I decided to walk home. It was close to one o'clock in the morning. I wasn't paying much attention while I walked. I was cold, tired and worried at how Michelle was with me standing her up like that. I felt rather than saw a car fly past me. I remember looking up and thinking that it looked vaguely like Michelle's car. I put my head down and kept walking. At about 1:15am I arrived home. I let myself in. Susan had obviously gone home. The house was really quiet. I tiptoed to the bedroom. Michelle was there. She must have been having a hell of a dream because her breathing was really ragged. I undressed and quietly got into bed trying not to wake her. Fortunately I didn't and eventually fell into a fitful sleep. I awoke the next morning and Michelle was already out of bed. In fact she had already showered and put on a load of washing. That was unusual. Saturday was usually her day off from washing. God knows with four kids there is enough washing the rest of the week. I found her at the kitchen table having coffee. "Michelle, darling, I'm so sorry. The car broke down. I tried calling but you left your cell at home." I hugged her lovingly. She stood up and broke my hug. "That's okay. No matter." That's all she said. Needless to say I was underwhelmed. "Hey, Michelle, are you okay? I was expecting a slightly different reaction. I know I let you down last night and I'm really sorry." She turned on me and spat out, "I said it's okay. Just leave it alone." With that she went out to hang out the washing. I noticed that the load of washing was only what she had worn last night – skirt, top and underthings. I don't think in all the years I've known her to see Michelle do anything less that a full load of washing. I was beginning to get a funny feeling in my stomach. What I should have done was talk to her, ask her what she did last night. But I rang to see if my car was okay. Fortunately it was fixable, it looked worse than it was. It was going to be expensive though. More fortunately they would be able to fix it within a week. Then I just went on with my normal Saturday morning, ferrying kids in Michelle's car to and from sport and dance, and looking after those at home. Michelle seemed to be steering clear of me. I was puzzled by her behaviour and even more so as it kept up for the next week. It was like she was on automatic. She was doing the same things that she always did, but it was in a robotic way. Our eldest daughter, all of eight years old, asked her if she was sick. "No, honey, just a bit sad, that's all." "Why are you sad, mommy?" "I don't know, darling. I don't know." That was about as animated as she got. I noticed she had a doctor's appointment for the next week. Maybe she's worried about her health and needs to get checked out. I gave her some space until her appointment. On the day of her appointment she seemed about the same. But I could see she was nervous about something. I said to her, "If anything is bothering you, please know you can talk to me about it. Nothing is so heavy that we can't share the burden." She just looked back at me. I saw real sadness in her eyes. At the right time she left. I was a bit lost. I was worried about her. Of course I thought, "Cancer." I knew I would be of no use to anyone working that day so I spent it playing with the kids. They didn't care if I was worried about something. They just loved having daddy play with them. I was feeling restless so I called Susan and asked her to come and sit with the kids. I needed to get out of the house. I went for a walk. I think I walked for longer than I thought because when I got home, Michelle was there. As I walked inside I saw Susan. "Susan, is everything okay? You're still here." "Michelle asked me to stay until she got home. She's in the bedroom. I went to the bedroom. Michelle looked as white as a ghost and had obviously been crying. Tears trickled down her face when she saw me. "Michelle, honey, what is it? What's wrong? If it's cancer, we can kick its ass together, don't you worry. I'm here for you, all the way." She cried even harder and mumbled, "It's not cancer." "Well, what is it then?" "It's not a disease. But I don't think you'll be sticking by me when I tell you." "Honey, don't say that. There's nothing that would take me away from you. Nothing." She looked up and said, with a sad smile, "Don't be too sure about that." I must have had a funny look on my face. She took me by the hands, took a deep breath and said, "Honey, I'm pregnant." The silence was palpable. Then I burst out in a wide grin. "That's great Michelle. But remember what the doctor said after number four was born. Are you able to take it to term? Don't worry, we'll get by. I'm gonna look after you like never before." I was running off at the mouth. It was a shock after my vasectomy. But I had heard many stories of women getting pregnant after their husband's vasectomy. She grabbed my hands again. "Honey, stop. Listen. This is really hard for me. The baby's not yours." I blanched. "What?" I whispered. "What do you mean? Are you saying it's an immaculate conception?" "No honey. I wish I were. I need to explain something to you. The other week when I got all dolled up and we went on date night, as soon as I went into the restaurant I had every eye on me. I sat at the bar, ordered a drink and sat back to have a look around. There were lots of men and not many women there. It wasn't long before someone asked to buy me a drink. I declined politely. Then another, then another. I declined but I was enjoying the attention. You should have been there by then. I thought you were testing me, making me wait longer. Then a tall, very handsome man sat by me and asked me if he could buy me a drink. Honey, he was gorgeous so I said yes. I was pissed at you so I thought, "Damn him, I'm gonna have some fun." His name was Tom, just like you. He was from out of town, just there on business. Some of his colleagues told him that this place was a good one to meet some single ladies. Of course he saw that I had no rings on. He was a charmer. He bought me a few more drinks. I don't think I even noticed. Then he took me to the dance floor. "He was a great dancer and I was having so much fun. It never dawned on me what might happen. I didn't even think about it. I was just enjoying the moment. Then a slow dance came on. He hugged me tight and I could feel his hard cock in my belly. When the music stopped he leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips. He asked me if I'd like a nightcap. He was staying in the Hotel part of the establishment. I didn't even know there was a hotel there. Anyway I didn't answer him but I didn't stop when he led me to the elevator. Inside the elevator he kissed me again, this time with passion. I liked it so I kissed back. Then the elevator stopped. We got our and walked to his room. I was still thinking that I would have a drink with him and then come home." My jaw was hanging open. I never in a million years that this would happen. This was something that happened to other couples, not us. She went on. "He poured me a drink and sat next to me on the bed. He kissed me on the cheek and then nuzzled my neck. You know how I love that. Then he kissed me full on the lips and fondled my breasts. My resolve was weakening. When his hand wandered to my bare thigh, I just let my legs fall open. He took this as the green light to continue. He stood me up, removed my dress and kissed me again. God, I was turned on. He took his clothes off. You know that the only man I've seen naked is you so I was intrigued by the differences. His cock was hard. He pushed me down to my knees. His was the first cock I'd seen up close other than yours. I opened my mouth and licked the head. Then I went wild. I sucked it down as far as I could. I deep throated him and let it out and then sucked him in again. His pubic hair was tickling my nose. His breathing was becoming ragged and suddenly he came in my mouth. I swallowed the lot and licked up what was left on his cock. I then lay on my back on the bed, took my knickers off and said, 'fuck me Tom. Give me that cock now.' And he did. He fucked me hard and fast. Considering he had just cum the fucking didn't last long. With a long, loud moan, he came inside me. I hadn't cum so I got him out of the way and played with myself until I did. He told me he'd never seen someone do that before. I know I'd never done it either. I'd never had to with you. He sort of collapsed with exhaustion and virtually went straight to sleep. I picked up my knickers and put them on. Then I put my dress back on too. I stumbled out of his room and got into the elevator. It was then that I realised what I'd done. I began to cry. I told myself that I was a stupid bitch for doing it and that I'd probably fucked up my marriage for less than an hour's pleasure." Tears rolled down my cheeks. "I pretended to be asleep when you got home but in reality I'd only just beaten you home. When I undressed I found that cum had dripped out of my pussy and into my knickers. It had soaked through my knickers and onto my dress and then onto my car seat. I got up early the next day so I could do the washing. I didn't want you finding my dirty clothes and guessing what I'd been up to. I know I was a bitch to you and have been ever since but I was scared. I knew I was in the fertile part of my cycle so presumed that I could be pregnant. Today the doctor did some tests and it's most likely that I am pregnant. It's only been two weeks so it could be a false positive but I had to know. If I'd waited until I missed a period you'd have probably killed me the way I've been treating you." I didn't know what to say. I was really speechless. I looked at my wife and opened my mouth but no words came out. I was absolutely devastated. My world had been shattered. Like I said, I never thought that I'd ever be in this position. Immaculate Conception Eventually I said, "I don't know what to say, Michelle. This is going to take some time to process." I left our bedroom. I wandered around the house in a daze for the rest of the day. I think I ate but I couldn't tell you what. I think the kids played happily all day but I didn't play with them. I went to bed that night. Michelle lay next to me. She leaned over to hug me. I flinched. She drew back. "You know I love you, don't you Tom?" "Yeah, I thought I knew it, hon." With that I rolled over and tried to sleep. Surprisingly I slept quite well that night. When I woke up I lay in bed for a while. Michelle had already arisen. I had made a decision. I went out for some breakfast. Michelle was in the kitchen cooking bacon and eggs. The kids were over the moon. We rarely had a cooked breakfast so this was a real treat. It didn't take too long to devour what Michelle had cooked. The kids ran off to play. The two eldest finished getting ready and left for school. Michelle and I sat opposite each other with a coffee. "How are you, Tom," she asked? I decided to be honest. "I feel like shit Michelle. I feel like my heart has been ripped out, stomped on and put back in my chest. I have an ache in my stomach that makes me want to vomit." She looked away, devastated. "You know what else I feel? When I went over what you told me last night I realised something. In all of your explanations you never once said you were sorry for what happened. What am I supposed to think about that? You told me in intimate details what you did and how you got pregnant. But not once did you ask for forgiveness or say you were sorry. You called yourself stupid and a bitch. You even told me you cried when you realised what you had done. But you never said anything about regretting it. You said you knew you had probably screwed your marriage but nothing about trying to save it." "But, I mean all of that Tom. I am sorry and I do want to fight for our marriage," she said. "Then why would you not say anything for two weeks? Why would you only say sorry after I pointed out that you hadn't? How am I supposed to take that? Not one mention of how your mystery lover made you feel, whether it was good or bad or anything." "Tom I love you, only you. That night meant nothing to me." "And now you're pregnant. What will we do now? Do you expect me to be a father to this child? To someone else's child?" "I haven't even thought about that Tom." "Well I have and I just don't think I can. I don't know. But what I do know is this. I will never be able to trust you again. What we've built up over the years of our marriage has gone and I don't know if we'll ever get it back. To be brutally honest, I don't know if I want to get it back." "Oh, Tom, how can you say that? How can you do this to me, to us?" "Michelle, don't for one second think that I'm doing anything to you. You did a great job of that yourself when you decided to spread your legs for a stranger. I can tell you, the first thing I'm going to do is get a blood test. Who knows what you may have picked up and passed onto me. No, I'm not doing anything to you that is anywhere near as bad as what you've done to me. What I am going to do is take some time out. I'm going away for a while. I don't know how long but a while. I'm going to try and process all of this and make a decision based on that. I will ask you not to contact me. I will happily talk to the kids but I need space from you. I'll pack a bag and be gone within an hour." I got up to leave the table. Michelle was crying. She reached out and grabbed my arm. "Tom," she sobbed, "You don't have to do this. I'll do anything to prove my love for you. Please don't go." "I actually do have to do this Michelle, for my own sanity. I need time out." "What will I tell the kids?" "The truth, Michelle. Tell them the truth, that you did something bad and as a result I've gone away for a while. And while I'm gone I will be talking to a lawyer. I'm not saying that to hurt you or scare you but if the worst happens I would like to be ready. Maybe you should do the same." I left the kitchen. Within thirty minutes I was ready. I said goodbye to Michelle, got into my car and drove away. I left messages for Janet to try her best to run the business while I was gone and that I wasn't sure how long I would be gone for. I was confident that she would do a good job with it. I decided to get away from the coast. I loved the beaches, so did Michelle, but I really needed a change. I drove towards the mountains. I eventually found a little village about 6 hours away from home. It was close to some major ski resorts so had plenty of accommodation. Because it was off-season much of the accommodation was empty. I found a little two-room cabin away from the main street of the town and made and paid for a two-week booking. It was completely self-contained so I bought enough supplies to last me for at least a week. I could stay there by myself without even having to go to town for at least a week. I spent my days bushwalking and thinking. Somehow the clear mountain air helped. I remembered the good times we had and the kids. If my marriage was wrecked the kids would suffer. That's not fair, they didn't do anything, but that's just a fact. Michelle was the furthest thing from my mind much of the time. Oh, sure, I remembered her and the good times we had but I thought more about the kids. I loved them so much and didn't want them hurt. I decided to go home and discuss things with Michelle. One thing I hadn't done was see a lawyer because I was hoping there was no need. I arrived home without warning on a Sunday afternoon. I opened our front door. The house was strangely silent. I put my things away and looked around. It was as if I'd been away for years, not six days. Eventually I heard Michelle's car. Then I heard the kids whooping and hollering. They had seen my car. I heard, "Daddy's home, daddy's home," and then they burst through the door and almost knocked me over trying to be the first one into my arms. Luckily I had arms big enough for the four of them. I hugged them like crazy and told them how much I loved them and missed them. They had obviously been swimming so I told the older ones to take the young ones up to the bathroom and help them in a bath. Michelle came in. She had tears in her eyes. "Oh, Tom, I'm so, so sorry." Then the tears started, from both of us. We hugged and cried on each other's shoulders. The kids came in all scrubbed clean and ready for bed. My eldest daughter said, "You aren't going away again, are you daddy?" I said, "No, pumpkin. I'm not going anywhere." Michelle and I talked long into the night. I told her again that I would not bring up another man's baby. She said, "But it's my baby too, Tom." "Yes, yours and someone else's. I can't and won't be a father to that baby. You can be a mother to it but not in this house. Our children, yours and mine, don't deserve to have to live with a half sibling and I won't put them through it." Michelle was silent, for a long time. "I'm going to need time to think about this, Tom. It's a life inside me. Innocent, with no knowledge of how it was conceived. I can't just let it go." "There are people who want kids but can't have them. Think about them too. You could put this child up for adoption." "Yeah, I can, can't I?" "And what about your health? The doctor said that it might be dangerous for you to carry another child. I'll be damned if I'm going to lose you because of someone else's child." She was silent. "Does the father know?" "I don't know how to contact him." "That's easy. Go to the Hotel and tell them you have got his wallet, or something, and you need to get it back to him. Explain that you spent the night in the room. You might be lucky. It'll probably cost a little to get cooperation but that's okay. You need to let this guy know." She was silent again. I left her there thinking and went to bed. Michelle came in a little later. I think she was surprised that I was in our bed because I heard a sharp intake of breath. She got into her nightwear and slid in next to me. She put her arms around me and said, "I do love you, Tom. I really do. I'm so glad you're home." The next day she got up early and left the house. She hadn't told me what she was doing but I figured it was something she needed to do. She was gone much of the day and when she returned she was full of beans. "So what are you so happy about," I asked? "Oh, nothing." I knew damn well it wasn't 'nothing' so I confronted her. "Come on, I know you, you're up to something. Spill." "OK but you'll need a drink and a comfortable chair. You're gonna like this story, I think." I got a drink and sat down. She began," Last night I had a bit of a revelation. I hardly slept but I thought about what I needed to do. I realised you were right about two things. One, I needed to make sure I was well enough to carry this baby to term. I went to the doctor. Luckily I was able to see him today. I told him of my concerns and he told me that we could monitor the situation with weekly checks, or even more often if I wanted. That set my mind at ease. Then I told him that if there was even a slight chance that this baby was going to mess up my health then I wanted to be rid of it. I agree with you about my health and our kids don't need to lose their mother over this. The doctor agreed with me and put a note in my file about my wishes." I was happy to hear her say that our kids were important to her. I wasn't sure so to hear her say it was good. "Then I thought the father needed to know. I went to the hotel with some bullshit story ready but the girl at the desk seemed to know what was going on so she gave me the name, address and company name of the man I slept with. I did a little research and found out that he was a competent worker but by no means spectacularly successful. In fact he had made a few bad investments and was on shaky ground. Then I found out he was married, to a very rich woman who had inherited a fortune from her parents who had inherited from their parents and so on. So he had married into old money. I contacted him at work and said I'd like to see him again. He pretended he didn't know who I was but I was pretty insistent. He said he couldn't so I told him our news. He went ballistic. "How dare you, you slut, how many other men have you fucked," on and on he went. It was crazy. So I thought I'd dig a little deeper. It seems he has a watertight pre-nup that says if he cheats he will be caste out without a penny." I was wondering where this would be going. "My devious mind was at work. His wife was a great supporter of the Children's Hospital here and often travels down to see how things are going and how the money she has donated has helped them. In fact, she is in town today. What a coincidence!" I was still wondering where this was going but couldn't wait to find out. She went on. "I went to the hospital. There was a bit of a celebration going on, speeches and everything. It seems they were announcing a new cancer ward that she had donated to. There was a garden party afterwards and I found myself talking to her. She seemed a really nice person. I asked about her husband, what he did, whether he was involved in this and so on. She said he wasn't but worked in the family investment business. We got to talking about that. She said he often travelled and in fact was here about a month ago on business. I manoeuvred her away from the crowd and asked her a personal question about her husband's fidelity. She said he'd better be faithful because if he wasn't he would find himself without a wife, without a job and without a penny. I told her that I had met Tom when he was last here. I said that in fact I had more than met him; I had drinks with him, danced with him and screwed him. She was shocked. Why would you be telling me this, she asked me. I said that I was pregnant with Tom's baby and he basically called me a slut and wouldn't talk to me. I assured her that I was no slut, that it was the only time I had cheated on my husband and I could prove that the baby was her husband's.' I was enjoying this story. "She took me inside to a private area and we sat down and chatted. She said that she was always worried that her husband might cheat, despite the pre-nuptial agreement he had signed. She said he was the sort of man who would think that he was too clever to get caught. I asked her what she was going to do and she said that if I could provide medical evidence that she would use it in her divorce and be free of him. I agreed. She asked me about how you and I were going. I told her the truth, that we were on shaky ground, that I realised I had made a huge mistake and hoped that I wouldn't lose you forever but would understand if that happened. She told me that the one sure way to show you that I was serious about our life together was to get rid of the baby. I told her that I disagreed with abortion but she was quite persuasive. She told me that if I was willing to wreck my life over another man's baby then it was up to me but she put up a pretty convincing argument for me to abort the baby. I gave her my number and said that she could contact me when she needed the evidence. I excused myself, said I was pleased to meet her, and left." "So how did you spend the rest of your day?" "I spent it walking and thinking. I thought about us and how our marriage was going. I conceded that I was going to have to show absolute commitment to you before you could trust me again, in fact, if you would ever trust me again. I thought about what she said, about being serious about our life. And I realised that I was being selfish. I was selfish that night, screwing around because I was pissed at you without knowing what happened. I was being selfish in expecting you to just accept my story without question. I was arrogant enough to think you would bring up this child as your own. I was being selfish in the choice I had made about bringing the baby to term. All throughout this, I have selfishly believed that you would never leave me because you loved me. And I realised that the only way to go some of the way to getting you back was to stop being selfish and start thinking about you and the kids. So I have decided that I will get rid of this baby. Now that I have thought about it, I'm not even really sad about it. I need to concentrate on what we've got and not losing that, rather than what I may get and keeping it all. Tom, I love you and I'll always be sorry that I was so stupid and have hurt you like this. But I'm going to begin to help fix things and the first step is to see the doctor and have a termination." I hugged her, tightly. "Thank you Michelle. I know it's going to be difficult but I think we can do it." EPILOGUE I'd like to say that after the termination everything went back to what it was like but I'd be lying. We're still together and we love each other dearly but it's hard, really hard. I still don't trust her fully and I hate that I'm like that. She is like a cat on a hot tin roof sometimes around me, more concerned about not hurting me than living her life fully. We've still got a long way to go but hopefully we can go on that journey together.