Becoming Just Another Family

Graduation came and went. I was surprised to see my parents in the audience at the ceremony seated next to Ryan and Renee but not surprised that they didn't talk to me afterward. Now finished with school, I settled into summer and adult life, thankful that my big brother was there next to me.

Ryan was showing himself to be the perfect partner and our relationship was getting better each day. It was weird because there were moments when we interacted that were fully sibling yet minutes later, we behaved like a couple in a long-term relationship.

Though I never questioned what I was going to do, Ryan was excited that I had wanted and planned to keep our child no matter what. He was as engaged as he could be in my pregnancy and accompanied me to my appointments. As my belly grew, Ryan became more open with Gary about my carrying his child.

"You know," Ryan said to no one in particular one evening while the three of us were watching TV. He was sitting on the sofa and I was laid out across him, positioned so he could rub my modest baby bump. "I was always afraid of this."

"What?" Gary asked.

Ryan slid his hand under my shirt and absently rubbed my swollen stomach. "Getting a girl pregnant. I guess it's a bit of karma that I would knock up my sister after taking her virginity."

"He was your first?" Gary asked me incredulously.

I couldn't help blushing. "Yeah."

"Wow."

Ryan either ignored or didn't catch Gary's surprise. "I know. Best fucking cherry I've ever popped. And I'm not just saying that."

"Thanks," I said unsure how to take it. "I guess."

"Anyway," Ryan continued, "I was scared of the thought of being a dad. But, now that it's happening, I'm okay with it. No, I'm excited. Especially since it's with you. It's neat knowing that I did this, that I created a child with you. And kinda hot," he added.

"Dude," Gary said with a chuckle. "You are fucking sick. That's your sister. Your eighteen-year-old sister. You're closer to thirty than you are to her age. I'm not judging, I'm just saying. I don't think anyone would be cool with this outside of West Virginia. But, and I hate myself for thinking this, you two actually make a decent couple."

"I know," Ryan said with his own laugh. I could feel his dick hardening beneath me and wondered how long it would be until he took me into our bedroom to take care of it. Unlike the early days after I moved in, he had now gotten to a place where he no longer held back his desire for sex, but if I said no, which I occasionally did, that was the end of it. "I think that's why it's so hot. I knocked up my baby sister. Don't get me wrong, I love you, Rach, and it's not just about the sex, but you were already the most beautiful girl and the hottest fuck I ever had. Now you're so much better. Pregnancy suits you. Gets my dick hard just thinking about you carrying my child sometimes."

"Ryan!" He had often told me the same thing when we were alone but I was surprised to hear him say that out loud with Gary here.

My brother looked at me without a hint of remorse. "What? He already knows we fuck. I put this kid in you. No sense in pretending otherwise."

I looked over at Gary and he shrugged looking as embarrassed as I was.

Ryan pushed me to my feet then stood himself. His growing erection was prominent and unmissable tenting his basketball shorts and he made no move to conceal it. "If it makes you happy, I won't say that I'm taking you back to the room to fuck you now."

I didn't meet Gary's eyes as I was led out of the living room. Once behind the closed door of our room, Ryan wasted no time getting me undressed before pulling off his own shorts. He sat on the edge of the bed with his hard cock leaning drunkenly against his abdomen and had me stand between his open legs. He gave my belly a few light kisses before pulling me onto his lap. In the process, he had to lean back on his elbows in order to accommodate my midsection.

"Fuck, that's nice, babe," he said as I settled on his thighs. Ryan's hands moved continually over my swollen abdomen and tits while I gently rose and fell on his cock. "I love that you're carrying my kid. I'm gonna put a few more in you someday."

His certainty about that fact stoked my arousal. More than his professions of love it signified to me that he intended for us to be together for a while and it provided an assurance I didn't know I had been seeking.

--

"Rach?"

"In here. In the frickin sauna!"

A few moments later Ryan appeared and entered our room. Home from work, he was in a shirt and tie with slacks and dress shoes. He was attractive when in casual wear, but dressed like this took him to a new level. The clothing combined with his classically handsome features and tall, lean body made him worthy of any photo spread.

"What the hell, babe?" His voice was light as he tried to hold back his laughter and closed the bedroom door behind him. "What if Gary had come home?"

"Right now, I really don't care if a high school marching band led a parade passed the door. I'm hot." I was completely naked on the bed with a fan blowing directly on me even though it was a slightly chilly fall day outside. In my eighth month, I was truly uncomfortable and ready to be done with this pregnancy. I was still excited to be a mother, but I wanted my body back to myself.

Ryan laughed as he began to undress. I could already see the hard ridge pressing against the leg of his pants and was not surprised to hear him say, "I hope you don't mind some company. I can't let this go to waste."

I glared at him. "As long as it doesn't involve touching me, I don't care."

"Maybe just a little touching." He pulled off his pants and boxers in one move and his hardening dick flew upward after its confinement. As he climbed onto the bed between my legs he began stroking himself. "You're so fucking beautiful like this."

"No, I'm not. I'm huge." I had put on only a few pounds over the course of the pregnancy but my belly was now swollen almost comically in comparison to the rest of my lean body. Lying there on the bed, I could just see the last millimeter of the tips of my big toes beyond it. My breasts were engorged and had become even larger yet, oddly, I didn't feel they were out of place anymore. When they were simply hanging there they had bothered me, but now that they contained the milk that would feed our child, I was okay with their size. Even though Ryan told me multiple times each day that I was beautiful, I found it hard to believe. "I look and feel like a beached whale that swallowed all of humanity."

"Not to me," he said softly. I wasn't surprised when he stretched out his other hand and began to rub my distended belly. Beyond my baby bump I couldn't see more than the regular motion of his arm as he continued to work his dick. "I love the sight of you like this. You've got our baby growing inside you. It's the most beautiful sight in the world."

I appreciated his words, really, but the hormones coursing through my body wasn't having it. "You just like knowing that you got me pregnant."

"Well, yeah. Of course. I wouldn't be thrilled if you were having some other guy's kid. Happy you're a mother, sure. Happy to be an uncle, of course. But this is my fucking baby that we made together. I did this to you."

"Yeah, you did," I grumbled.

"Come on, Rach. Don't be like that." He leaned down and planted a light kiss on my stomach. "I know you're moody and uncomfortable but I'm here. We're here together. I can't take turns and carry this baby with you, but I'm not going to let you be miserable. We're going to have a baby together. It might not have been planned but I'm so glad we took the chance on your birthday and now have something we both can be proud of."

In that moment, as much as I tried, I couldn't hate him. He had said all the right things. Not because he was just spitting out words to calm me but because he genuinely felt them. He was ecstatic and eager to be a father, to help raise the child I was carrying and I could feel his love for me growing along with the size of my belly. I loved him and the ultimate gift he had given me just as much, but I wished there was another way for us to have this kid. "I love you, jerk. But I'm really starting to think you are turning into one of those guys who wants me to stay barefoot and pregnant, constantly pushing out children for you."

Ryan rose to his knees and angled his dick to rub it over my stomach leaving a slimy trail of precum in its wake. "I love you, too. And I do plan on putting more babies in you because I do like seeing you pregnant. But in the future, we'll plan them. No more surprises, no matter how nice it is."

"Agreed."

Ryan cupped his hand over his dick and pressed it against the side of my stomach then began to thrust into the makeshift tunnel. He let out a soft moan as he found his rhythm.

His dick and hand seared my flesh, exacerbating the hot flash I was having but I didn't stop him. This was one of those moments when I was happy to let him take his pleasure while not taking any myself. As my pregnancy had progressed, both of us had seen an increase in our sex drive. At least once a day we had intercourse, and I usually serviced him one additional time. He tried to spin it as much as he could, but I knew he was turned on simply by seeing me pregnant, by knowing that he had gotten his youngest sister pregnant. Though I would never admit it to him, I also found it hot knowing my big brother had impregnated me.

Ryan let out a soft gasp. "Oh, fuck."

A short moment later, he began to unload onto my belly. Like a fountain, his cum shot out of him upward a short distance before making a shallow arc and landing on the top of my belly. His cum was hot when it hit, even more so than his hand and cock. Thankfully, it cooled quickly and tamed some of the fire in my own body. The growing number of gelatinous puddles quivered as he continued to thrust against me in his orgasm and my torso rose and fell with each breath. After the main force subsided, I could feel his cum running between us, lubricating his dick as he continued to slowly massage it against my flesh. Not for the first time, I was amazed by the size of his load and thought it was amazing that he hadn't impregnated me—or any other girl—sooner.

"So nice," he said just before he leaned down and began licking me clean.

I sighed with contentment as he worked. His tongue was warmer than I wanted on my body but the rough texture was soothing and he left behind some wetness that helped to further cool my body. Even after he finished eating his load off me, he continued to wash my belly with his tongue for a few moments.

Ryan gave one last, salacious lick that was accompanied by a moan of satisfaction before he sat up. "Fuck, you taste good covered in my cum."

I met the kiss he pressed to my lips, tasting his lingering bitterness in and on his mouth. While I had never considered such a thing before the first time he had licked his cum off my face, I now found it arousing when my brother ate his own load off me. And though I wasn't in the mood for sex, I still sought as much of flavor as I could with my tongue while we kissed.

After a few moments, he pulled back and asked, "So what's for dinner?"

I glared at his back as he left the bed and went to put on shorts and a shirt. "Unless you're going to cook, you just had it. I'm not going anywhere near that kitchen anytime soon. It's too fucking hot!"

--

Our son, Ryan David Carlson, Junior, was born a week earlier than expected. Nice and healthy, he weighed more than either Ryan or I had at birth. On our way home from the hospital, Ryan told me that our parents and sister had been to see the baby in the nursery. I was sad that they still weren't talking to me but happy that they at least saw the baby.

"Did they ask about the name?"

"Yeah," Ryan said hesitantly. "Don't be mad, but I told them you named him that because you wanted to thank me, against my wishes. They still have no idea."

"That's fine." And it was. "I get it. No sense in both of us being in the doghouse."

"Yeah. But now that he's here, I want everyone to know about my son, my family."

Hearing a sniffle, I turned my head to look at Ryan. There were unshed tears pooled in his eyes and a slight smile on his lips.

"My family," he repeated softly. "I'm a dad."

--

"Wha' doin'?"

"You'll figure it out," I said as I took Ryan's morning wood into my mouth.

He groaned sleepily sounding bothered but unwilling to stop me. "Why?"

"Because you deserve it." And he did.

For the two weeks since I had given birth, Ryan had been a doting father and attentive partner. Many nights when RJ awoke crying, Ryan urged me to stay in bed while he took care of changing diapers and bringing our son to me for feeding even though he had to be up for early shifts at work. When he was home, he did as much as he could and left me little, insisting that I needed to rest as much as I could. That was in addition to him picking up extra shifts. In the short time he had been at the new job, he had already received a raise and was a serious contender for a promotion.

Understandably, after giving birth I wasn't much in the mood for—or able to—have sex. And while Ryan hadn't complained or signaled any need, I knew he could use the relief.

With his dick in my mouth, I slowly fellated him, moving up and down his length with all of the affection and reverence that I could muster that early in the morning. Even though he had an office job and it was the middle of winter, his crotch was musky and smelled of sweat. It only enhanced the masculine flavor of his dick.

After a few passes, I felt him place a heavy hand on my head to steady me as he began to thrust up into my mouth. He wasn't forceful but there was a determination behind his movements that spoke of the need he had been suppressing. Only a short time later I heard him take a deep breath. "Rachel."

The soft exhalation of my name immediately preceded his cock swelling as he began to pump his pent up load into my mouth. Knowing what he'd want, I held it in my mouth easily despite the larger than normal amount. After the bulk of his ejaculation passed, I took a little extra time to milk his shaft empty before I pulled off. As expected, he guided my mouth to his and moaned as I shared his load with him. Coated in his cum, our tongues battled each other until we had swallowed it all.

After a few more moments sharing each other's mouths, he said against my lips, "Good morning to you, too."

--

I had just put RJ to my breast when Ryan arrived home from work. We exchanged greetings and small talk for a moment before he went to change. When he returned he stood silently against a wall watching me talk and sing softly to our son while he nursed. After RJ had his fill and was burped, I put him down in the playpen in the living room for a nap. While my back was turned, I felt more than heard Ryan walk up behind me. I expected him to stand next to me in order to stare at our son as he had many times before. Instead, he pressed himself against my back.

His dick was hard trapped in his boxers and he lightly thrust it against me while his hands came around me and palmed my breasts. He leaned down slightly to nuzzle my neck and said, "I was thinking maybe I should get a taste of what my son's been eating. Got enough in there for me?"

I grimaced at the thought of him drinking my milk. But his continued thrusting against me and massaging of my breasts coaxed me into changing my mind. "Sure."

Ryan gave my neck a light kiss then he took one of my hands in his and led me to our bedroom.

He sat on the edge of our bed and guided me to stand between his legs then opened my shirt and pushed it off my shoulders. With both of my breasts exposed, he took a moment to look over my chest. His eyes roamed randomly before focusing on something for a moment then, after getting his fill of that sight, they found another point of interest. Slowly, his hands came up to cup my breasts. His long, thick fingers moved over them in a way that was not massaging or kneading but more like he was testing the resilience of my flesh. Moments later, he leaned forward and stuck out his tongue. The firm point touched one of my puffy nipples then lightly traced a circle around it. After it completed a few circuits, he quickly flicked it back and forth causing the nub to stiffen slightly. He then flattened his tongue and gave it a long, slow swipe with the wet, broad surface then took it into his mouth.

Involuntarily, I let out a moan and gripped his head as he began to drink from the same breast his son had just fed from. The feeling of RJ on my breast had been innocent and nurturing, a biological need that was beautiful in its simplicity. What Ryan, my brother and the father of my child was doing was the definition of lecherous. He drank from me not out of necessity but because he wanted to. It was yet another way that our incestuous relationship perverted what we had been taught about the natural order of things.

As he continued to feed, I saw him free his dick from his shorts and begin to stroke himself slowly. While my fists barely closed around his girth, his long fingers had no trouble. Wanting to take care of him myself I reached out to take over but he pushed my hand away. Understandably, I didn't often see him masturbate because I was usually the one servicing his cock, so I felt a bit of irrational jealousy at him refusing to let me do it now. Sure, I had seen him work himself when he pulled out wanting to deposit his load outside of my body or when we switched positions between sex acts, but intentional masturbation was rare. However, the more I watched him, the more I realized that in this moment I could not help him. That belief was cemented when he moved to tongue then suck from my other breast.

Ryan was in a happy place that had everything and nothing to do with me. In his own way, he was acknowledging and worshipping me as a mother, the woman who had carried and given birth to his son. There were also expressions of love and desire for me, his mate in the way he touched me. Occasionally, he would look up into my eyes then let out a moan while the corners of his mouth lifted in a smirk and I knew he was thinking about the fact that I was his sister, that I was the woman who had given him a child and that I would do it again and again. All the while he slowly stroked himself as if he were alone with one of his fantasies.

After doing a second pass on each breast, Ryan lay back on the bed. His fist moved faster and his breathing became shorter while his eyes locked onto mine. With a grunt, he released his load with the first shot impacting the underside of his chin. The next shot landed on his neck and each subsequent one came to rest progressively lower on his torso. His cum formed a dotted line to where his cock eventually lay drooling on his abdomen. He let out a deep breath as his body went limp. "Fuck. Somebody ought to clean this mess."

I was already moving before he spoke and kneeled on the mattress next to him. I took my time licking and sucking the cum off his body, swallowing his essence with no intention of sharing. My body was pleasantly warm with arousal but because I was still out of commission I didn't want to do anything that might make it worse and sharing my brother's cum with him would definitely make it worse. Once his body had been cleaned, I took his softening dick into my mouth and suckled on it, drinking down the still leaking dregs of his load as he had drunk the milk from my breasts. I continued sucking on him even after his dick reached it final flaccid size and stopped dribbling watery cum.

After a few moments I heard him chuckle. "You are such a fucking liar."