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Subject: {ASSM} My Sister's Baby (mf, incest, impregnation)
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Date: Thu, 15 Nov 2007 23:10:04 -0500
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My Sister's Baby.

An erotic short story by Darius Thornhill (mf, incest, impregnation.)

I know it's corny but my little sister Emmy really was frightened of
storms. If she heard thunder or saw a bright flash of lightening she
would run and hide, or if it was at night she'd crawl into our parents
bed to be comforted. That's fine when your six, but not when you're 12
or 13 and starting to display some of the teenage charms that will
develop into a fully rounded and nubile body by the time you're 16. It
was inevitable that my parent's would ban her from their bed as being
'inappropriate'. Emmy didn't really understand why. She pouted and
complained at the change and the meanness of our parents. She was too
young to understand the temptation my father might have felt when
feeling a smooth-bodied and warm young girl next to him in bed. I can
sympathise with him. Explaining an erection to your young daughter and
your wife would not be a fun thing to do. I understood more than she
did but I still couldn't really explain it to her apart from telling
her she was a big girl now and big girls aren't afraid of storms. But
the problem was, as any child psychologist will tell you, that didn't
change her anxiety, it just suppressed it.

We don't live in a particularly stormy place, just a few a year so the
problem  of a big storm at night didn't crop up for maybe 2 or 3
years. Emmy was nearly sixteen, a few weeks off her birthday and I was
18 when it hit. I was awoken by a window shattering explosion that
seemed to be directly over the house and intense flashes of lightening
as a major electrical storm passed over us. The dim light of my
bedside clock flickered and went out as the power went down. Seconds
later my bedroom door was flung open and Emmy dived into my bed and
under the covers and lay there whimpering and shaking. 

"Emmy, it's all right, it's just an electrical storm, it'll pass over
in a few minutes, you'll be OK." I tried to reassure her. But it
didn't. The storm stalled over our area and the banging and crashing
went on all night. Emmy grabbed my arm and pulled me close behind her
so I lay with her cute little bottom nestled in my lap. The warmth of
her astounded me. It was the first time I'd been in bed with someone
else. I could smell the subtle fragrance of a young girl. I was
fascinated, but mainly I was concerned with Emmy who jumped and
shivered every time the lightening flashed or a thunder cloud rumbled
it's threat of annihilation. 

Now, I know what you're thinking. You think she turned me on and
either I seduced her while she slept or she felt my cock get stiff and
she got curious, and in either case we ended up having sex and bingo,
we're having the interview with the parents about how Emmy came to
have her brother's  baby growing in her cute belly. Well it didn't
happen like that. How could it? Emmy was terrified and I was very
concerned for her. Eventually the storm did pass and we both fell into
an exhausted sleep. Our parents found us there in the morning
innocently cuddled up like we were 6 year-old's. Nothing of a sexual
nature had happened. We were after all wearing pyjamas so there was no
direct skin to skin contact. But... and isn't there always a but? The
experience had left me with the knowledge of how it felt to have my
sister's warm and nubile body close to mine, and I couldn't get that
thought out of my head. I had tasted of the forbidden fruit, well not
really tasted, I had just sensed the aroma of the lusty fruit and
gladly let it permeate my body. I couldn't forget the lovely feeling
of her against me and the smell of her close to me.

After our parents found us we had the 'lecture' about how we should
stay in our own beds in future. They did their best to make it clear
what the dangers where without actually saying 'you may have sex and
Emmy could end up pregnant' but the implication was obvious to both of
us. We knew very clearly where babies came from. But knowledge doesn't
always protect you does it? You need common sense and self-control to
support that knowledge, two qualities that are largely absent from
most teenager's characters, especially where sex is concerned.

After the 'interview' Emmy came into my room and sat on my bed.

"Thank you for looking after me last night. I know it's silly but I am
petrified and I just can't help it."

"It's OK Emmy. I understand, I really do, and I don't mind. But listen
if it happens again you need to make sure you are back in your room
before they catch us."

Emmy said "You're a star Chris." and gave me a kiss on the cheek. That
aroma again... what was it? Perfume? No I didn't think so. Maybe it
was just her, how Emmy smelled. One thing I did know is that I liked
it. She smiled at me. "I felt safe last night. You made me feel it was
all going to be OK."

I admitted to her that it 'felt pretty neat cuddling like that'. She
scooted up the bed next to me, lifted my arm round her shoulder,
rested her head on my neck and said 'yes it was pretty neat'. There
was a tension in the air that strangled my vocal chords. I heard my
voice croak 'any time is OK with me'. She whispered 'I love you big
brother, thank you'. 

And so it happened that I invited my sister into my bed. Did I know
then what I was doing, what I wanted? I'm not sure. It's hard to say
what motivates you, but I see now that I did want to feel her close to
me again and that maybe I should have recognised that feeling for what
it was.

Nothing happened between us for a few weeks but the knowledge was
there, a little sweet thought that tickled me and bided it's time. We
were closer now in subtle ways. She was more comfortable being close
to me and would always give me a more than sisterly hug in the morning
or when we hadn't seen each other around. I noticed she was more
comfortable with me when she was walking round the house in her bra
and panties, but that she never let our parents see her in that state
of undress. I was very happy to see her neat bottom and firm little
breasts encased in her favoured flowery underwear, and sometimes I'd
feel her breasts brush against me as she gave me my 'good morning'
hug. We talked more than we had before and we spoke about more
personal things like what we hoped for our futures and who was seeing
who at school, but not anything sexual. 

Emmy's birthday came and went with a house full of giggling and
shrieking teenage girls and still nothing happened. Then our parents
decided they wanted a second honeymoon. They announced we were old
enough to look after ourselves and that they would be away for two
weeks. "Aunty Liz will look in on you and you can call her or us if
you need to."

The car door slammed and with a final 'don't forget your homework' our
parents were out of our lives for two weeks. Great! Freedom! We didn't
want wild parties, just a few friends round now and again and space to
be ourselves, to make a mess and sleep late at weekends, simple stuff
really. And then there was that sweet little tension between us. Emmy
felt it too because when we decided to go to bed that evening she
hesitated and looked awkward.

"What's up Em?" I asked. Still she hesitated. She looked at me and
shrugged, an unasked question hung there. I suddenly knew what to say.
"Said on the news there might be a storm tonight...." Her face lit up
with a big smile.

"Does that mean...?"

"Yes if you want to." My throat was dry. Emmy got undressed and put
her pyjamas on in her room and then padded down the landing and peeked
round my door to make sure I was ready. I was sitting up in bed
reading wearing a cotton t-shirt and shorts. Emmy had pretty white and
pink knee length bottoms that were tight across her bottom with a
loose cotton top under which her breasts moved as she crossed the
room. She looked happy as I lifted the covers and she slipped into my
narrow bed. She snuggled up and asked what I was reading. I showed her
and she asked me to read to her like I used to year's ago. So there I
was with my warm and cuddly sister, her head on my chest and her arm
around my waist reading D. H. Lawrence's 'Sons and Lovers' one of my
school set texts. I didn't find it too interesting - Victorian
novelist describe such uptight characters - and Em soon said 'boring!'
and flicked the book out of my hands and onto the floor. I giggled and
tickled her waist and she jumped and wriggled against me which felt
very good. We lay still again and I reached over her to put the light
out, stretching past Em's head and pressing myself against her and
feeling her breasts against my chest. I breathed again that subtle
aroma she had, and felt quite strange, elated, confused. 

We settled down in the bed with Em again curled up on her side with me
lying behind her, my arm around her waist. She wiggled and fidgeted
for ages until I said 'Em! Lay still.'
'I can't' she said. 

"Why not?" 

There was a moments silence before she said "Because...." and then I
felt her throw back the covers and pull me out of bed. "Come with me."
she said firmly and led me to the door of our parents bedroom. Inside,
the large bed was half lit by the light coming in the window in a soft
blue glow. Em pulled the covers aside and pulled me in after her. This
time she faced me and cuddled up along my side. 

"There,"she said. "That's better isn't it?"

"Em....?" I breathed the question as she pressed her warm young body
against mine.

"Yes." was all she had to reply, not a question but a statement,
permission, encouragement. We both knew it then.

I could feel her breasts and her warmth, exquisite and stimulating
beside me. And something else too in this big bed, this wide landscape
of adulthood, this taboo place where strange and half-understood rites
took place. I felt mature, confident.  Knowledge lifted me, encouraged
me.  It seemed perfectly natural that I kiss Em gently on her soft and
willing lips as I'd seen my father kiss my mother many times. It felt
right that she kissed me back opening my lips with her tongue. It was
absolutely right that we turned and pressed our bodies to each other,
her breasts against my chest and my growing cock pressing against her
tummy. When her hands slipped under my shirt and pulled it up, I
easily reciprocated by pulling her top up and exposing her breasts so
I could feel them naked against me. Our kiss never stopped as she
rolled on top of me and held my head in her hands while she sucked my
tongue deep into her mouth, a clear and instinctive invitation. My
hands stroked down her back and under her waist band to hold her
bottom cheeks and press them to me. Following her instinct she opened
her legs and straddled me so my cock felt the heat and the need in her
vagina. Fabric ripped as I pulled her pyjamas apart exposing her naked
cunt. She frantically pushed my shorts down freeing my rampant cock
and then as easily, naturally as if we'd done it many times before we
both positioned my cock in the entrance of her cunt and she slid down
onto it helped by my hands pulling her hips. The smooth tightness of
my sister's virgin cunt closed over and around my hard cock, resisted
for a moment and then opened for me allowing me to deflower her. My
sister gave me her virginity and I gave her mine in the ultimate taboo
embrace. At the same moment we both started moving against each other
so my cock slid up and down inside her. She never stopped kissing me
or moving against me as I rolled her over onto her back and started to
drive my cock harder into her eager young cunt. Em lifted her legs,
opening her tightness and encouraging me to penetrate more deeply
while her hands pulled my hips, asking me, telling me to go deeper,
harder. And still we held that first incestuous kiss. My hands held
hers above her head as I entered her faster and faster. My body felt
pent-up, full and hers felt lithe, nubile, ready. She exposed her body
and soul to me, her need calling to mine. For minutes we held each
other tight while we worked ours bodies as one, climbing with passion,
need towards the dangerous climax. Her moans became deeper, more
basic... but they might have been mine, I couldn't tell. Her body
became suddenly rigid and clamped itself round me as my pent up
feeling crested and my cock poured my incestuous seed into her, just
as her body became a thing of primitive beauty, bucking and spasming,
milking my cock of every last drop of sperm in great waves of passion.
We subsided slowly into a series of longer, slower penetrations. At
the deepest point of each penetration my cock gave out another little
spurt to make sure my balls were empty and her vagina squeezed a few
more drops out of me. And still we held our first incestuous kiss.

Eventually we relaxed into a series of small kisses and giggles at
what we'd done, Em looked so bright and happy in the half light as I
looked at her. She smiled up at me, her naughty vagina still giving me
little squeezes. At exactly the same moment we both said "I love you."
to each other and kissed again. An adult kiss of care and reassurance,
of enduring passion.

I smiled down at her. "We didn't use any protection Em."

"I know." she said, her eyes shining.

"You might be pregnant."

"I hope so."

"Me too."

"Shall we make sure?"

"Yes please!"

So we fucked again and again... Four or five times that night I filled
my sister's hungry little cunt with my potent seed - just to make sure
she was impregnated, that our baby would start to grow in her womb.

We did manage to get to school the next day, but as soon as we had
finished we were back in our parents bed, romping naked, fucking and
playing, laughing and giggling, free and carefree. We talked of the
baby that might be growing in her belly. The very thought of that made
me want to be inside her again and Em was always ready for me to enter
her.

For the next few days we carried on like that. We took to being naked
all the time so that if Em or me said "We'd better be sure..." we
would have sex then and there - in the kitchen, the lounge, wherever
we happened to be. But the best was still waking up next to Em in the
mornings after a night of baby-making fucks and seeing her lying there
safe and secure happy, loved by, and in love with, her brother. I
would watch her sleep, knowing that soon she'd wake up and we'd have
sex again before we got up.

 For two glorious weeks we tried as hard as we could to make sure Em
was pregnant, fucking at every opportunity, always with my cock in her
vagina so as not to waste my sperm. Em could make me make me come six
or seven times a day and we took full advantage of that while we had
the opportunity.

After our parents came back we had to be a bit more careful, but we
were frequently alone in the house together, and even if it was for a
few minutes Em would sit stride me and milk my cock into her
incestuous vagina. Often she'd creep quietly into my bed in the middle
of the night. Sometimes I'd slip into her bed and her vagina very
early in the morning while she was still sleepy. She always welcomed
me with open arms and a wet cunt. 

She missed her next period and the one after that, so we were sure she
was pregnant. She glowed and became even randier than ever. Now she
was pregnant she just wanted to find out how many different ways there
were of coming and it wasn't important where my sperm ended up, at
least not until she'd had the baby and we would want to start fucking
for the next one. So I filled her mouth, her bottom and her vagina as
the urge took us. Sometimes she wanted me to come over her baby bump
or her breasts so she could smooth my cream into her skin. She swore
it was good for her complexion.

The parental interview was a bit fraught, but we presented them with a
fait accomplis and it was obvious that this wasn't an accident, that
we had both chosen this course of action. I think it must also have
been obvious that Em and I loved each other on a plane above that of
usual filial love. We did agree to keep our incestuous relationship
quiet at least until we had left school which seemed fair enough. They
were a bit nervous when we asked for a double bed to be installed in
my room and Em to move in with me, but as we pointed out, we'd soon
need Em's old room as a nursery. They agreed and eventually came to
accept seeing us in bed together and kissing each other like the
lovers we were. Mum became quite supportive as her first grandchild
was due.

I loved it when Em was pregnant, and couldn't wait to impregnate her
again as soon as possible after one of our babies was born. I loved
the feel of her bump as it grew from day to day and the way my horny
little sister became randier than ever. I love the smell of her body
and the taste of her vagina when she was pregnant and nursing. I like
to take my turn at her breast when the baby was satisfied and asleep.

We have four lovely, healthy, happy bouncing babies now and a fifth
due in a few months. As I write this Em is smiling across at me while
our five year-old boy is trying to play with her naked nipples. He's
absolutely fascinated by his mum's naked body. Like father like son!
Who knows where it might lead in a few year's time. Our two, soon to
be three, girls have two older brothers. I'm sure they'll all play
together as they grow up.

As soon as the babies are asleep I think I'll ask my sister kneel on
the edge of bed. I'll pull her panties down round her knees. I'll
breathe in the aroma of her pregnant pussy and taste the earthiness of
her tight bottom before I stand behind her and slide my cock into my
sister's taboo cunt. Soon she will be moaning and panting for more of
her brother's cock and it's gift of incestuous sperm.

Darius Thornhill
Copyright 2007
More at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/DariusThornhill/www

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