A Matter Of Trust Ch 02 2

A Matter of Trust, Ch. 2

Author's Note: This chapter will not be understood unless you read the first chapter in this series. As with any of my other works, I appreciate all criticism whether constructive or otherwise, so please comment. If it is otherwise, at least I know you've read it! To those of you who spend precious minutes reading what I've written, you have my sincerest thanks.

-- Pumpkineater

Chapter 2

Later that same day, Sunny and I shared one of our typical Sunday morning meals: pancakes with slices of bananas and maple syrup; crisp bacon, a fruit cup; and orange juice. Of course, on that particular Sunday, we didn't end up eating breakfast until around noon. Another difference this time was -- whereas we usually engaged in a wide-ranging conversation -- we just stared at each other and formed odd expressions on our faces. Remembering back on that moment, I believe I was trying to see if our renewed intimacy had produced some kind of visible change in Sunny's appearance. What I saw told me it had changed us. Whereas our previous encounters had been driven by a physical need, now there was a mental and emotional component. I knew, of course, that any outward transformation in my sister's body was still months away... that is, if my sperm had succeeded in fertilizing one of her eggs.

None of those pesky swimmers hit the mark that weekend -- Sonnet was premature in her estimating of where she was in her cycle. No matter, though... We both had decided to take a journey down a path which was quite well-traveled for most people, but far less so for full-blooded siblings.

After cleaning up the dishes, we dressed and decided to go for a walk. There was a large park nearby through which we often strolled. Sunny had put on a skirt and blouse. She wore no bra and her nipples poked through the thin material in a way which brought my rod to full hardness in spite of the fact we had made love only hours earlier. When the crowd thinned out, she noted my condition by reaching over to pat my dick through my pants...

"I own this cock, now, Will," she said.

Her possessiveness was voiced with a quiet confidence rather than with an air of superiority or greed. I took it as my sister's way of telling me: while we might be sexual deviants, we were going to be monogamous sexual deviants. That was fine by me. I never had had another sex partner apart from Sonnet and had never pursued one even though I long since resigned myself to that eventuality. It's funny how quickly our expectations sometimes can come crashing down when we least expect them to.

My sister continued to destroy mine by wrapping both her arms around my left one. We strode in silent rhythm for over an hour until coming to a secluded and heavily wooded section of the park. I could hear a creek gurgling at the bottom of a steep but shallow ravine. Being mid-April in the southeastern US, the trees were pretty well under leaf. Up ahead, some Eagle Scout had built a small wooden pergola in the only non-canopied section of the trail which generally followed the course of the stream.

Sonnet pulled us over to the structure and we sat down after brushing off the bench seats. My erection had thankfully subsided (I say thankfully because it's not much fun walking around with a stiffy in tight pants). Sunny turned to me and brought her moist, cherry-red lips to my pale pair. We kissed like the lovers we now were. I had progressed to unbuttoning her blouse and was caressing her right breast when another couple appeared on the trail coming up behind my sister. I began to pull my hand away from Sonnet's chest, but she stopped me. The duo -- two young women who seemed disappointed at finding the pergola occupied -- began to walk past us with smirks plastered across their faces. Both of us looked at them, but it was my sister who spoke...

"Stay and watch us while we watch you."

The girls looked at one another and the dark-haired one pulled her more reluctant red-headed companion to the other side of the pergola and sat down. Neither of them said a word to us. Sunny has never been that shy...

"I'm going to suck his cock, now. He has a very nice one, but I want to make something clear: I'm not sharing!"

The young women looked at one another, smiled, and began to loosen their own clothing. Sonnet got on her knees and undid my belt and trousers. I helped by lifting my butt off the bench seat even though I was sure I had seen at least one of girls somewhere before. My sister fished out my quickly stiffening dick and displayed it to our audience with unbridled pride. Then she deep-throated it to the "Ooo's" of our pergola-mates.

When I wasn't swooning with my head thrown back, I watched as the redhead began to suckle her companion's petite breasts. The two of us receiving the attention caught one another's eyes and smiled in a way which conveyed our thoughts better than mere words ever could.

Then Sonnet got up and turned to face the girls who had paused perhaps thinking the show was over. It wasn't. She straddled my legs with her back to me and lifted up her skirt to reveal that she was sans panties. Then -- with their eyes fixed on my moistened pecker -- our audience watched as my sister sank herself down my length until she had captured all of me within her core.

My sister fucked the hell out of my on that bench: she would lean forward with her hands on her knees and slam her crotch down onto mine a dozen times in succession. Then she would ease herself back toward me; all the while keeping me within her. Balanced in this way, Sonnet would snap her hips back and forth stimulating her prominent clit. After a time, she would slowly rise up my length until only my blood-gorged glans remained hidden. In one instance, the red-haired girl pointed to our joined genitals and said...

"Look how much she's creaming! Oh, Steph, that so fucking erotic!"

As Sonnet's lap-dance went through repeated cycles, the young women fingered each other keeping pace with Sunny's changes in tempo. After almost twenty minutes all three women came within seconds of one another. Because of my earlier ejaculation, I wasn't quite there. Another five minutes passed during which my sister sensed from my changed breathing that my orgasm was approaching. Addressing our unexpected companions, Sunny said...

"Now watch as my brother impregnates me!"

Both women gasped and looked to me for confirmation. It was all I could do to nod because at that moment I tensed and blasted another creamy load of sperm toward my sister's womb. Sonnet collapsed back against my chest, and I could feel our combined fluids seeping out around my pulsating dick. The red-haired woman came over and reached out a hand to where my sister and I were joined. She scooped up some of our leaking liquid and then ever so languidly placed her long fingers into her mouth. Neither myself or my sister had the energy to stop her.

"Thanks, Mr. Axlerod," she said with coquettish precision. "I often fantasized about sucking your dick dry in English Lit class. I knew you had both a big cock and a sister, but until today I didn't realize just how big it was or how close the two of you were." Then she spoke to Sonnet: "You're a lucky woman. If he was my brother, I'd fuck him everyday, too."

"Brenda!" exclaimed her companion.

"Well, it's true, Stephanie. And don't try to tell me you wouldn't!" Looking in our direction, she continued, "We swing both ways, Mr. A, but sometimes Steph forgets that fact. It was nice cumming with the two of you."

With that, the young women put themselves back together and a minute later were walking down the shady trail. About two minutes after they left (and after both my strength and senses had somewhat recovered) I lifted my sister off my lap and set her down next to me. She laid back on the bench seat with her eyes closed and asked...

"Who was that?"

"Well," I began, "if her name really is Brenda, then I think it must have been Brenda Kelley. She graduated three years ago. I guess she didn't end up going to college in California..."

"Or perhaps she did and brought her friend back home to meet her parents. Sorry, Willem; that was a pretty extreme thing for me to do..."

"You think?" I replied with astonishment.

"I don't believe we have anything to worry about, Will. What happens in this section of the park generally stays here."

"I hope you're right, Sunny. At least I got some valuable confirmation today."

"What... that your sister is a freak of nature?"

"Not that what you say isn't true, but no. It was confirmed to me just how often the girls in my classes fantasize about me."

"True, Will, but what I said to them about having you all to myself is also true. If you're to father any children, they will come from my body; no exceptions!"

"Sonnet, you seems to be under the impression I have wandering eyes. I don't."

"Your eyes can wander all they want, brother dearest. It's your dick that had better not get lost in some other woman's pussy."

"Feeling a tad possessive, are we?"

"You think? Just deal with it, lover..."

I smiled to myself as I secured my trousers. (My sister always did have me in her sights growing up and often became a little freaked-out when we were separated for more than a few days.) When I was ready, I stood and offered Sunny my hand to help her up.

"Come on, sexy, let's get out of here before we're forced into a repeat performance."

Sonnet opened her eyes and squinted a scowl my way.

"I need to lay here for a few more minutes, Willem. Otherwise, your spunk is gonna just pour out of me and run down my legs."

"Hey! You're the one who wanted to screw in public... Just deal with it, lover!"

Sonnet huffed, placed her left hand in my right one, lowered her feet, and sat up. She proceeded to spread her knees wide and move her skirt aside. She let go of my hand and began to pull her labia apart while looking for the evidence of our indecency. Her cunt -- while swollen and pink -- was outwardly dry. Satisfied, she let go of the skirt, buttoned up her blouse, and then took my hand again to rise to her feet.

"Either you didn't shoot as much of your stuff into me, or I must have suctioned it into my womb already," she said just as an elderly couple passed by. I think the woman was about to give us a good tongue-lashing, but her male companion burst out laughing, so her anger was directed at him instead. We took the opportunity to resume our walk in the opposite direction from where they were headed even though it meant going back the way we had come. In so doing, I decided to ask my sister an important question...

"Sweetheart, are you at a place where you can share with me your getting married scheme?"

"I don't know if I'd call it a scheme, but yeah, we can talk about it if you want."

"Oh... I want!"

Sonnet spent the next ten minutes explaining how she had -- in the person of me -- a husband in every way but one: the sex. And even there, she didn't have to wonder if we were compatible; she already knew that to be true. The only impediment to our marrying each other was the stigma against incest. When she researched the subject, she found mostly societal prohibitions. As for massive increases in genetic deformities from first generation brother/sister couplings, the actual science was imprecise. In fact, depending on the health of their parents, first generation practitioners of incest had almost as much of a chance of producing genetically robust babies as they did bearing children with birth defects. The biggest problem was in the mysterious arena of recessive genes.

All that aside, when she took a critical look at her love for me, she realized the status of sister was no longer enough for her. Then the discovery that she had excellent mothering skills became the final piece of the puzzle. For Sunny, the only logical solution was frequent sex with the husband she already had. This would eventually produce the children she now realized she wanted. As for finding a place with a simple marriage application... that was a matter of searching through state and county databases. Her quest came to an end right in the heart of Appalachia.

In about two months, after my school year ended, Sunny would take a week's vacation and the two of us would drive the many hours to this obscure county seat. Pregnant or not, the two of us would get married by the local Justice of the Peace. To Sonnet, it seemed so simple a plan that it had to work. But first, there was the matter of telling our parents. Since we usually spoke with them every Sunday, it was going to happen sooner rather than later. In fact, Sonnet's cellphone rang as soon as we got back to our apartment. She had uncharacteristically left it behind. I didn't need to wonder who it was calling her; the ring tone told me it was our mother.

"Oui, bon jour, mama! Comment allez-vous?" said my sister into her flip-phone.

Our mother responded in kind and their conversation continued in French as my sister went over to our couch and laid back against the armrest. With the phone between her ear and shoulder, she lifted her skirt, spread her knees, and again looked for signs of leaking semen. At some point, the language must have changed to English, for my sister said...

"Sorry, mom, what was that? I'm a bit distracted at the moment... What? Oh, because I'm trying to see how much of Willem's sperm is leaking from my kitty, that's all."

This was going to be our crossing the Rubicon moment. Our parents were going to either blow a gasket or grimly accept our new status. I could hear my mother ask Sonnet to pass the phone to me. She did.

"Hi, mom... Where are you calling from?"

"Rome. Don't change the subject, Willem. Just what the hell do you think you're doing giving your sister a cream pie?"

"I think I'm trying to get her pregnant."

"You mean on purpose?" she yelled as I moved the speaker away from my ear. "Why?"

"Because that's something married or soon-to-be married people do: make babies."

"Married! How are you two going to get married? You are full-blooded siblings, or have you forgotten that little fact?"

"Honestly, mom, are you more upset about us getting married or about the prospect of Sonnet becoming pregnant with my child?"

"To tell you the truth, your father and I wouldn't mind having some grandchildren..."

"I thought as much. Look at it this way: married or not, you won't have to compete with in-laws for your grandchildren's attention."

At this, my mother laughed. When she was done, she asked me to hand the phone back to my sister. Sunny took it and asked...

"Are you and daddy going to be okay with all this?"

Sonnet told me later our mom replied, "I knew it was a bad idea to let the two of you learn about sex with each another... Fine! Just eat right, Sonnet, and stay away from second-hand smoke. Oh... and no liquor either, young lady; you have enough going against you as it is."

"What about us getting married? Do you and dad want to be present?"

"Your father and I won't be state-side until next year, so go ahead without us... that is, if you insist on being conventional..." There was a pause in mom's speech, and then she continued, "You're going to use the fact of having different last names, aren't you? You don't need to answer; it's obvious -- and it'll probably work, too. Just understand this: one mis-step and you'll both be brought before some judge. I hope it will be worth it."

"Don't worry, mom," replied my sister, "it already is. We'll talk again next week."

After closing her phone, Sunny put it down and reached out for my hand. I gave it to her and asked, "Going for round three, are we?"

"Later... right now, I just want to nap with you. Ya wanna?"

"Sure, I could use one, but sometime this evening, I must do some lesson-planning."

"You can take all the time you need after you fill me with your seed one more time, Willem. Come on, I promise not to sexually assault you until after we sleep..."

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True to her word, my sister and I slept for about ninety minutes and then made love for the third and final time that day. On that Sunday, we managed to equal the number of couplings we had engaged in over the last ten years. Some might say we were making up for lost time. As for me, I was concerned my sister would change her mind.

I needn't have worried; Sonnet was up to her usual -- which is to say, quirky -- tricks the very next day. From Monday morning until Wednesday evening, my sister went about teasing the hell out of me; all the time saying things like, "Don't masturbate, Will. I want you to build up a healthy load for later." I thought I knew what that meant: she was counting on me to deliver a sufficient number of my swimmers to her just at the most opportune time in her cycle.

That was the obvious meaning behind her words. What I didn't realize was there were other things being told to me as well. Looking back, I want to blame my lack of awareness on my workload as a teacher and basketball coach. In truth, I've always been somewhat oblivious. Sonnet, to her credit, describes this condition as, 'an ability to focus on a task to the complete disregard of everything else going on around me.'

Getting back to that pivotal time in our lives... on that Thursday when I got back from school, Sunny had left me a note indicating she was out doing some grocery shopping (which was typical) because we were going to be having three guests over for dinner at eight o'clock (which was not typical). Now, mind you, we had been sexual with each other during this time. We just hadn't engaged in outright sex! Until I found that note, I had been expecting a nice, intimate evening ending with some quiet horizontal bopping. I got everything right -- except for the part about it being quiet...

It's because I trust my sister implicitly that I read her note about us hosting dinner guests with mild alarm mixed in with a measure of destin accompli, as the French might phrase it. It was 4:30 when I read Sonnet's note; which meant I had just enough time to tidy our apartment and get some quizzes graded before the big event. Sonnet arrived about thirty minutes later with two bags of groceries in her hands. She saw me working on grading the papers and asked me how my day had been. I said...

"It's been the usual, dull scene," to which she responded...

"Good... then you won't mind some excitement tonight, will you?"

I let that comment pass -- never in a million years suspecting her to organize the night the way she did. For the next two hours and forty-two minutes, Sunny went about preparing a French cuisine masterpiece: Duck a' l'orange, braised asparagus in hollandaise sauce, and a wild rice pilaf. At a few minutes past 8:00, our doorbell rang and she asked me to buzz our mystery guests into the building. I had surmised by her choice of cuisine our guests were to be a few of her colleagues from work. I couldn't have been more wrong.

As I swung open our apartment door, I was shocked to see three faces I was not expecting to lay my eyes on... ever gain! The first face belonged to Dante Jackson, a guy I coached last year as a senior on the basketball team. He had graduated and promptly dropped off my radar screen. Behind him were his older half-sister Brenda Kelley and Brenda's friend/lover Stephanie.

"You seem surprised to see us, coach A," Dante said to me. "Didn't your wife tell you we were coming over tonight?"

"My wife?" I asked in confusion as I looked over at my sister who was sporting a huge grin.

"Yeah, your wife," he continued. "My sister said she and Steph ran into your wife over lunch a couple of days ago and invited them over tonight. Then when Brenda mentioned you had coached me, she invited me too."

"Nope," I said in complete deadpan honesty. "All I was told was to expect some dinner guests. My... wife... likes to surprise me."