“You’ll be okay sis, I’m not much more than average. I’ll make sure you have time to adjust.”
As the head of my dick touched the warmth and softness of her vaginal opening she dug her heels into my ass cheeks and pulled me toward her body. I’d never been with a girl as slick, I was about a third of the way in when she moved her heels off my butt and sighed heavily. I knew I needed to stop, putting her hands on my hips she guided me in and out another five or six strokes until I was balls deep in my sister. I wasn’t quite prepared for her next remark.
“This is wonderful. I’ve dreamed of this since we were teens. I tried loving other guys but I couldn’t, I knew that in the end only you would be able to completely satisfy me. Promise you’ll never leave me Lars.”
I kissed her and softly whispered, “Never Elka, we were born together, we’ll live the rest of our lives and die together. How about letting me finish what we started?”
I knew I wasn’t going to last long considering how stimulated I was. Somehow she had two more orgasms before I arched my back, slammed forward one last time and let out a long loud bellow as my body pumped stream after stream of sperm inside her. She whispered something that caused me to ponder for a long time. As I was emptying my balls in her vagina she whispered, “I want your babies Lars.”
We were back at it around 4am, her on hands and knees, me behind grabbing her hips and slamming into her as hard as I could. I knew I wasn’t hurting her as she pushed back with as must gusto as I was exhibiting going forward. We had made arrangements with store staff and let them know not to look for us before Monday. I figured that we would spend the weekend putting things away, I wasn’t aware that Elka had plans to screw all weekend. Which we did in all but the laundry area and one of the bathrooms.
True to her prediction, she was walking gingerly as we left for work, I was shy of exhaustion. But we both had a smile on our faces. Business was booming, we were having to order inventory every few weeks, with fall harvest upon us I couldn’t seem to keep enough machinery supplies on hand. I never knew farmers could go through so many nuts, bolts and washers in such a short time. The restaurant was a few weeks away from the grand opening. Ruth and Syl had devised a stellar family style menu, something to cover most palates from the youngest to the oldest. One of their signature items was a cup of chicken dumpling soup with every meal for a nickel.
It took a few weeks for things to settle into a pattern once the restaurant opened. Business was brisk and constant from that point forward. Not only were Earl and Rachel working full time we had hired an older guy that knew most of the Amish well and basically catered to them. As cooler weather set in I started to build a small garage inside the machine shed where the “56 was sitting. I put heat in it and spent my spare time throughout the winter working on the Chev. I knew it was going to take more than a winter to complete, so I just kept doing what I could when I could.
We had been born on the third of March, for our birthday dinner Elka had prepared one of my favorites, beef short ribs with homemade fries. As we sat on the couch later she slid in tight, put her hand on my chest and announced.
“I want a baby. This year.”
All I knew of incest babies were the wives tales and things you hear in gossip sessions. I brought up those things and wauted. Elka being true to her nature sat straight and looked me in the eye.
“I’ve done a lot of research and statistically the gene pool isn’t affected negatively until the third or fourth generation. You and I are first generation. Like I said, I’ve done a mountain of research, I wouldn’t bring it up unless I thought our babies would be normal.”
We didn’t talk about it anymore before bed. Lying in each other’s arms with pillow talk I asked if she could wait until morning for my answer. Her response was a kiss and soft “yes”.
At breakfast she didn’t ask as she watched me. Taking her empty coffee cup to put in the dishwasher I nuzzled her neck and asked.
“When would you like to start the process?”
Smiling she grabbed my neck holding me so tight I nearly couldn’t breathe. With a little squeal she said, “I’ll stop taking the pill today.”
Spring planting season was upon us when Elka walked into my office one morning and stated.
“We’re out of household plant fertilizer again. Speaking of fertilizer, there are two fertilized eggs growing inside me.”
My face must have gone pale because she laughed ,kissed me and said, “Yup, we’re having twins. Your little soldiers were working overtime.”
I became the proud papa of Mark and Mary the early part of January. About the same time Rachel informed us that she was going to marry a 37-year-old farmer that had been single all his life. It was also the first time we had ever heard Rachelle speak.
“Will I have a new daddy? A nice one?”
Talk about jubilation. This girl who had been silent for almost two years had just spoken. Though she never spoke a word in class she was still a B level student. Rachel grabbed her in a bear hug and told her.
“Yes honey, your new daddy is very kind and loving. He has a room set up just for you. He’ll paint it any color you like, and, he has a horse you can call your own.”
With Elka now a stay-at-home mom we decided it was time to begin divesting ourselves of some of the responsibilities. The first was to offer the restaurant to Ruth and Sylvia, who was now engaged to her sous chef. They wanted it without hesitation. It took a week to work out the details and was officially theirs a month later. It was also the time when I walked into the kitchen after tinkering with the ’56 that my lovely bride put her arms around my neck, ground her pelvis into mine and whispered.
“Guess who’s gonna be a daddy again?”
It’s been eleven years since Mark, Mary and the youngest Eli took over the store. It took me nearly three years of working when I could to finish the ’56. It’s a honey though, we drive it in every parade the town has, advertising Boone’s Farm and Dairy Supply. Speaking of that, the kids bought the next two lots behind the original building and are going to enlarge the facility.
Elka and I smile and say to ourselves, “Better them than us.” Rachelle had one more child, a strapping big boy. Rachelle went on to become a nurse working in the local regional hospital. Rumor has it a young intern has his eyes set on her. Earl retired and is living the easy life fishing with his wife two or three times a week weather permitting.
We used a portion of that million plus still in the bank to set up a fund with the diner to feed any homeless or indigent soul in need of a meal at no cost to the person. There are now a half dozen other businesses in town who contribute to the fund as well.
Elka and me? In warmer weather we take a walk every evening, we still hold hands and sneak kisses as if no one is watching. Even though we know they are. Evenings on the porch with a hot chocolate in the spring and fall are always a highlight when the kids decide to come home at the same time. Mark will be married in a few months, Mary is engaged and Eli could care less. He’s having too much fun being a businessman.
More than once we have reflected back on our good fortune throughout the years and are thankful others were looking out for us when we were too young or inexperienced to do it on our own. Were we born lucky? Yeah, I guess you could say that. But somewhere along the way hard work, vision and ingenuity came into play.
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