Always 20

Sweat beaded my brow as I groaned in ecstasy. I gave one final thrust as deep into the warm, tight confines of heaven as I could reach as my orgasm took over. I pumped several loads of cum deep into the inviting womb as endorphins flooded my brain, and in the haze of my release, I could feel my lover's body tense and contort as she simultaneously reached the peak of climax.

I held myself up to peer into the face of an angel. I had just consummated my love with the most beautiful woman I had ever known. Feelings of happiness and bliss took over my mind, and I could see the same feelings reflected in the pools of her eyes. She reached a hand up and stroked the side of my face tenderly as she let out a gentle sigh of contentment.

We gazed into each other's visage with silly little smiles on our faces, lost in the moment. She seemed to glow in the after effects of our coupling. Her luscious blonde hair framed her face in a tangled mass of beautiful disarray. I could feel the swell of her breasts and the hard points of her nipples against my chest as she slowly regained control of her breathing. He ankles were still crossed together behind me as she held me tightly against her with her thighs.

The slow seduction spanning years finally culminated in a fierce struggle to show each other our innermost thoughts where words failed. We had spent years tantalizing each other not knowing exactly where it would lead, but fiercely hoping. A quick pose followed by a subtle glance could speak volumes if one were to know where to look. Traipsing about scantily clad, pretending it was perfectly normal with no sexual undertones.

I wished earnestly that this brief interlude would stretch on into eternity. Alas, it was not meant to be.

The endorphins began to fade, and my eyes widened at the realization of what I had just done. My Love's mouth opened in shock as her brows also raised in consternation. The brief moment of perfection quickly dropped into the abyss of despair and uncertainty.

What had we just done? I was not regretting the act of us finally becoming one, but we had not even used the barest measures of protection. In our haste to delight in one another, the condoms were left forgotten, secreted away in a dresser drawer. I loved the feel of her earthly delights on my bare skin, but where was the common sense? There had been none when we finally succumbed to temptation.

Unease settled into the pit of my stomach as I considered the ramifications of our actions. What if she got pregnant? Would she want to keep the baby? How would we care and provide for it? What did this mean for our future?

Countless questions flitted through my mind, none of them having any form of answer available. I could see the same worry in my partner's face as she, too, came down from the high of an intense orgasm.

I wasn't ready to be a father. I wasn't ready to provide for a family. That's not to say I wouldn't if it came to that. Of course I would love and cherish any child that was birthed, much less the woman in my arms. She was my soul mate. Of that I was certain. Any child conceived would be a part of us, and it would be a testament of our devotion to one another.

What would we tell everyone? What would we say to our friends? I'm not sure we could ever convey to anyone the true depths to which we had fallen for one another. What could possibly be said to garner understanding?

What would we tell our parents?

I had just had sex with my sister and came inside her.

My mind battled to come up with any semblance of a coherent thought. My mouth moved to try and say the words that would communicate my feelings over what we had done and the future we could have. I forced myself to calm down and tell my Love what needed to be said to assuage any guilt or uncertainty she might harbor in the back of her mind. I opened my mouth to express myself.

"Want to do it again?"

The look of anxiety immediately disappeared from her face as her smile bloomed again in radiant splendor.

"Always."