“Rule number 3, you have to help me take care of it if I’m actually pregnant with Your baby, Jakey.”
Wtf did Marissa just say?!
“Sis! Y-y-you want me to help you take care o-o-of it, i-i-if you get pregnant??”
She couldn’t mean what I think she means, could she?? We were both way too young to have kids! I thought she held the same opinion! I mean, she was only 21, and I was only 18! Not to mention the fact that we are god damn Siblings!! Holy Fuck, we could NOT have a Fucking kid together! Fuck!
Could we…?! Oh my god, is Marissa actually talking about asking me to help her take care of a baby…?! OUR Baby? What the actual Fuck had my life just become!
Marissa put her other hand behind my head. She looked deeply into my eyes. “Look at me, little brother. You can say all that other stuff you did was an accident, all you want, but right now you have to admit it. You’re responsible for putting your baby in your big sister’s tummy. So you have to help me take care of it, when the time comes. No argument, no compromise. You’ll help me take care of our… of it… when the time comes?”
There it was. My life had taken a pretty stark drive off a cliff over the course of one summer morning, but now was the chance to show what kind of man I was. Whatever I intended for my future, my own actions had led me to possibly raising a child with my own sister… One side of me was wretching & barfing at how disgusting that concept sounded– revolting! Another half of my mind was hard as a rock at the insane, taboo nature of it all. The question before me was, was I man enough to step up and accept the consequences of what I’d just done.
I had stuck my dick in my sister’s vagina, and accident or not, I came inside of her. If my big sister had my baby growing in her womb, then it was My responsibility.
I loved Marissa. We fought, and had our differences, but she’s my bratty, big sister– you’re supposed to have spats with your big sister. I would always love her as a sister, so there was no way I could leave her to deal with my mess on her own. That was impossible; I’d never let it happen. No, if she was truly fucked with my baby growing in her belly, and she was willing to raise her child with me, *our* child with me, then god damn it, I would step up to be the man in her life.
I reached out and cupped her face in my hands. “Sis. Marissa. Of course I’ll help you take care of our child when the time comes. Maybe neither of us meant for this fucked-up fiasco to happen, but even if it costs me the rest of my life, I’ll take care of you. I’ll be there for all the problems, and all the challenges– I would never in a thousand years have thought that we’d be talking about something this Fucked up, but my answer is Yes. A thousand times yes, sis. I’ll help you raise our secret incest baby, Marissa Lillibet Sweet. I love you, and I’ll always love you,” I pulled her lips to mine and began making out with her. If our kissing wasn’t as fiery and passionate as it had been 20 minutes earlier, it was much softer and more heartfelt this time. She moaned into my mouth, I felt some warm tears fall onto my face, and her pussy began squeezing my cock insanely tightly once again. My cock began spewing once more into her. Into my sister. 3, 4, maybe 5 ropes of cum shot into her fertile twat, I didn’t really count.
Marissa pulled back; we broke for air. “Jakey, that’s… That’s SO Sweet, but… that’s not what I meant.” She was biting her lip, and I couldn’t tell if the tears were from joy, or sadness, or something else entirely. “I was talking about an abortion.”
Oh.
Oh shit. Well yeah, of course. Of course that’s what she fucking meant. What else could she possibly have meant?! Thank God!! I was about to commit to having a kid, Raising a family with my Own Sister!… Out of some insanely warped sense of hormone-riddled responsibility! Thank GOD Marissa had just meant an Abortion! What kind of an insane pervert was I to think she’d been actually talking about–
“Did.. Did you mean it, Jakey? What you said just now?”
Did I mean it? Oh, Jesus, no. No, no, no, we couldn’t slide back into that reality! No, no, an abortion with my sister was Crazy by anyone’s standard– but Infinitely more sane than what I’d just professed to her.
“Did I mean it?”
“Yeah… What you said just now about raising our baby together… Did you actually mean you’d do that with me… Even though I’m your sister? Your blood-related sister.”
“I, uhhh, I meant it at the time, sis.”
” ‘At the time’, Jakey it was 30 seconds ago.”
“Well gosh… kind of a lot has happened since then. My big sis went from asking me to raise our child together, to asking me to have an abortion with her.”
She sniffled, and stifled a giggle. “You perverted little dork. I never asked you to raise our child together– I asked you for an abortion in the first place.”
“Well you could’ve chosen your words a little better, Sissy… I thought you meant–”
“Oh, it’s clear what you thought, little bro. You’re lucky you’re a romantic little pervert… but I guess I accept your offer, doofus.”
“Um, what?”
“You’ve changed my mind, little brother. If you actually did just get me pregnant, I’ll… I’ll keep it. I’ll have your baby, and let you help me raise it. Together. As one big, secret family. But no one can Ever find out that you’re the dad, Jake!”
Wait, what was happening, now? “Excuse me, sis?”
“Seriously, bro. If anyone were to ever find out that you and me had a kid together, all 3 of us will be completely fucked for the rest of our lives.”
“Sis, wait, back up! You wanted me to promise to help you get an abortion, right?” I pleaded, trying to claw my way back to a reality where I wasn’t having a child with my own flesh-and-blood big sister.
“I did. And I tried to get you to promise me one, but then you went and promised me the family life I’ve always dreamed of. You’re lucky I’m such a loving big sister, or I might not let your perverted little fantasies slide in the future, little man.”
“No, Sis, you were right! We need to get you an abortion if you’re pregnant!”
This was too insane. And jizzing twice into my big sister cleared my head enough to realize just how important it was to regain control of the situation. I reached for Marissa’s hips and turned to roll her into the back of the couch.
A deluge of fluids poured past her pussy as I finally pulled my dick from my sister’s snatch. Our crotches were already smeared by all those same fluids already, so I hardly noticed the extra.
I stood, realizing that my athletic shorts were still around my ankles.
My show was still playing on the TV.
Both our cereal bowls lie forgotten at the far end of the coffee table.
The nude woman lying in front of me, my sex-goddess-of-a-big-sister, looked up at me from her spot on the couch. Her legs were still spread, the evidence of our love-making still leaking around her beautiful, flushed labia.
“Is that what you really want, little brother?”
What was she asking me?! After I found a way to pay for her abortion, I would have to remind her of this moment… ‘Sis, remember when we actually thought about making an incest baby together??’ Of course I’d only be able to share that with her when no one else was around, but seriously! How could she ask me that!
“You just promised your big sister the moon, because you thought she would be willing to have your child… Are you taking it back? Did you not really mean it after all?”
Her tone gave nothing away. Her big beautiful eyes looked up into mine. I kept realizing that I had no idea what was going on in life.
This morning was nothing short of an absolutely fucked-up train-wreck of accidents and misunderstandings. FUCK. My emotions weren’t able to keep up with the back-and-forth ping-pong.
Marissa was my big sister.
If either of us was going to call chicken, I guess it really was going to have to be her.
“Sis. I love you. As a sister. More than anything. What do you actually want to do here?”
“I want the man who takes my virginity to be the man I spend the rest of my life with. I want to have a child, a family, with a man I love. I want the man who puts a child in me to love me for the rest of our lives. If you can’t give me that, then I want you to be honest right now.”
“Sis… Marissa. I can give you everything you asked for. But it will be Insanely hard for both of us if we try it. The last thing I would ever want is to ruin your life.”
“So what are you saying, little brother?”
“Can we wait to see if you’re actually pregnant, sis? That’s really the big question, right?”
“You’re right, Jakey… I keep forgetting how grown-up you’ve become.”
“Well… I don’t think either of us will be able to forget it after this…”
Marissa finally shut her legs, laughing at my joke once more.
“You doofus… How do you always tell the right joke at the right time?”
“Good genes, I guess,” I chuckled.
“Geez, should we really be discussing our genes right now, Jake…?”
“Probably not, considering…”
“Considering that you, my little brother with whom I share half my genes, have gone and possibly made a baby with me by mixing our genes together in my womb?”
“Yes, sis, that’s the exact reason why I shouldn’t have mentioned my genes. Our genes.”
“And remind me, little brother. When you say ‘our’ genes, do you mean your & my genes, or yours, mine, and our baby’s genes?” Marissa giggled, trying to get a rise out of me.
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