"I'm pregnant," came the words, shocking Tim, stunning him into silence, looking at the woman in the bed facing him. Beautiful, soft features with a cute button nose and loving green eyes looked at him, smiling softly to him. Something in Jenny's voice, soft as it was when they were alone together at night, always made him listen to her with every ounce of his being. Of course, when she'd mentioned only minutes ago she had something to tell him, not once did this idea cross his mind.
In shock still, Tim only managed to stammer out, "You're sure?" Conflicting emotions inside kept him from saying much else, but instantly, he'd wished he could have taken back the words, as soon as they'd left his lips.
What should I feel?
he thought.
Should I be happy that the woman I love is going to bring into this world our love child, or worried that someone will find out the baby's the baby of a brother and sister?
When he'd spoken, the response from her was to turn over on her other side, away from him, even break the skin contact they'd enjoyed moments before. "You want to see the test?" she responded, annoyed and hurt.
Putting their bodies back in physical contact with her, putting his arms around her, and giving a sensuous kiss on the shoulder, the gentle attentions did little to quiet her anger. "Baby, you know I love you, but this has consequence written all over it. Besides, I thought you didn't want to get pregnant, like you said a year ago when we'd gotten together?"
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Another Friday night of endless boredom lay ahead, and another dateless weekend lay ahead of year old Tim. By now, he'd figured he should've gotten used to it, but somehow, it only got harder to accept. Not by any means the most handsome guy in school, he was more the geek of the senior class. Musings of what the yearbook would say about him did little to ease the notion of being an outcast. If his best friend, Karla, hadn't said repeatedly she didn't want him to be a boyfriend, only because she didn't want to "ruin" something special, he'd probably be out with her now. Both of them had more than friendly feelings, ever since they were kids chasing after his big sister Jenny. When they were 13, she'd even asked him to be her first, and at the same time, she'd been his first. In the years since, they often had sex, merely for sex's sake. It only tempted him more, even though she'd started seeing some asshole she'd met in class recently. The offer lay on the table, she'd made that clear, but despite his entreaties to her, Karla didn't relent.
He hated his damned luck as he scanned through the computer files, trying to drive the thoughts from his mind. Moments later, he heard his door open, even as he found a picture in one private folder, tucked away from prying eyes. Soft, gentle hands began to massage his shoulders and in a second, he turned, thinking Karla had finally dumped the loser. Instead, his eyes beheld his sister, Jenny, standing there, something obvious staring intently at him, even if he didn't quite grasp what it was. She was two years older than him and enrolled in the nearby college, already in her second year.
"Geez, sis, you almost scared the fuck outta me!" he yelled in mock severity, despite his not flinching at her touch. "What do you want, anyway?"
Nothing passed out of her lips, fingers continuing to massage his tense shoulders masterfully. Something about it felt erotic, sensuous somehow, as Tim just sat there, looking over his shoulder at her, awaiting an answer. Finally, she whispered, with a huskiness to her voice, "Thought you could use a little comforting tonight, little bro." Her fingers, working his muscles, did indeed convey some hidden desire, causing one of his eyebrows to arch up in strange fascination and curiosity. "You want me to stop?"
Despite the warning bells sounding in his head, he shook his head "no". He had to admit, it felt good, even if Jenny was the one doing the massage.
She keeps this up, I'm going to get a stiffy real quick,
he thought to himself, closing his eyes as his head turned back to face the computer monitor. "Not sure why you're doing this or what you're up to-"
Before he could finish his sentence, the chair spun around quickly and soft, full lips pressed hard against his, and as much as he didn't want to respond, in that cautious part of his mind that now screamed out, he surrendered, even meeting her passionate tongue only now parting his lips with his tongue, letting it enter him. In only moments, their tongues wrestled against one another, before long, they made their way into her mouth.
Tim couldn't quite stop himself as she broke away, only now figuring out that look in her eyes. Karla had it sometimes when she came over, wanting him for sex. But this was his sister, and as beautiful as this woman was, and he knew she could get any guy she wanted too, he couldn't do anything with her. Never did he even think about her that way, not that he ever really remembered. Sure, he'd noticed how her long, shapely legs met her perfect hips and firm, round ass, how her figure remained trim and tummy held only a nice little rounded area, or how her breasts filled out, poking out of her shirts and bras seductively, begging for attention.