Neighborhood Controller: Phillip's Tale
mc; mf; preg; caution
I don't think it started out right. All I was really interested in was having sex, really. My brother, the neighborhood controller, had his own girl. He kept Amber with him, naked, and seemed to be having sex with her all the time, even with her belly already swelling with his baby. He certainly kept me up late with the sounds that came through the wall between our rooms. Coupled with the smell of their sexual sweat, I was so hard. At almost fifteen years old, I so wanted a girl. So I asked my brother.
He told me that he'd arrange for me to get a girl. I didn't think he'd do it to me, control me like he did Amber, in order to give me a mate. Yet, that was exactly what happened.
I was playing with super soakers with my friends Yuki, Matt, and Kevin, when it happened. I suddenly looked over at Yuki, who at the time I thought was a thirteen-year-old boy, and realized that she wasn't. She'd lifted her t-shirt that was holding her breasts tight against her body, and couldn't deny it. My cock went from its normal soft state to a bar as hard as steel.
I stripped Yuki of her clothes. Then I pushed her into the seat of the old crab apple tree behind the shed. I'd never thought of licking a girl down there, but I did it, making Yuki come so loudly that Kevin and Matt wondered what I was doing. I ordered them to guard us, and then I did it.
I put my cock between Yuki's nether lips. I slid it inside her body. Stroke after stroke, I got deeper and deeper into the Japanese girl who I had thought was a boy. My cock felt so good inside Yuki's pussy. I knew it belonged there, and the feeling was building. It wouldn't be long until I came inside her. Vaguely I remembered that my brother's purpose in match making was to create babies. I was going to make a baby inside Yuki.
When I came inside Yuki that first time, it was as if I was filling her womb to overflowing with my seed. It seemed to go on and on, pleasure overwhelming us both. It felt so good, and we both wanted to do it again, over and over, to feel that feeling again. We never quite managed to reach that high peak again. We certainly couldn't do it again that day, as her mother called her home.
After dinner she was back over, her boy's clothes not making it all the way upstairs to my bedroom. She had to sneak back home. For the next month she was sneaking out of the house. I kept her womb filled as we tried to match the feeling we'd gotten the first time. It felt good, but not as good as that time. My brother had to be doing something to make it feel better, then.
Six weeks after we started, Yuki got morning sickness, and her father threw her out, literally. And I do mean literally. I saw him toss her naked body out the front door. I took her in, and for the next four years she shared my bed and I filled her perpetually naked body.
I'm really glad that my parents let me take Yuki in. Of course I had to share my room with her and my offspring, which got a bit crowded when her second pregnancy resulted in twins.
Yuki was forced to drop her last name by her father, and my parents wouldn't let us get married, so she was just Yuki once we returned to school. Of course, she joined me as a freshman in High School, skipping two grades, thanks to Mom realizing that she was a lot smarter than she'd put on.
I will never forget the day our first daughter was born, with Yuki giving birth right in the middle of the cafeteria. She went from cursing me to kissing and thanking me. I don't blame her for it. I saw our daughter's big head being pushed out of Yuki's pussy. After I saw that, I told my brother that I didn't want her to be put through that again. Two weeks later, I knocked her up again, this time with twins.
We had one more baby together, our first boy, on the first day of my senior year. Then Yuki got the scholarship to Tech. Full ride, all expenses paid. Mum bought her a full wardrobe so she could go, dressed for the first time in four years. We both went to Tech, but at Tech, things were different. We didn't have sex. We didn't hug or kiss. We didn't talk really. We got so busy with classes and making sure that our children were okay, that there was not time anymore.
I missed that. I blame my brother's control. He made it so easy for us to couple that we never learned how to be a couple.
Yuki? I haven't seen you without your clothes since we left for college. Oh, I've missed those kisses. No, I'm going to stop. I'm going to make love to you and show you that it's real. I don't care if you're fertile or not today.
I love you too.
