All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!
"This is going to be very special so maybe I should light some candles and music... maybe we need some music... and I'll need to change." Alyson let them into her apartment and rushed about, tidying at random. "It's a special day... I should wear something special." She stopped in the kitchen, a half-full water glass in her hand. She cocked her head at her brother quizzically. "Do you like lingerie? I mean, I assume all guys do. But you're different from other men." A million butterflies flapped their wings in her belly. She and Nick were really going to go through with it.
"Sure, I like sexy underwear for special occasions." Nick thought about it. "I mean, I guess I do. Jess never wore anything like that. And..." He didn't want to bring up Maggie. He was trying hard not to think of the frightened, confused look on her face that morning. "Mom wore a cider frau outfit. I loved that." He smiled at the memory.
"I bet you did." Alyson put down the glass and frowned. "I don't have anything like that. In fact, I shouldn't have offered. I don't think I have anything that fits me now." She gestured to her boobs, well hidden under a sweater. "Well, there is one thing. Want to see?"
"Yeah, sure." He watched her walk quickly to her room. She was bouncing off the walls. Nick guessed that she was nervous. He was, too. "Should we talk more about this?" he called toward the bedroom. "I mean... before we..." His eyes widened when she reentered the living room, wearing a long, see-through nightgown.
"I don't think we need to talk about it. We've talked it to death." She twirled for him. "What do you think?"
"Wow, Alyson." He stared at her curves through the light, airy fabric. "Just... wow."
Alyson's cheeks reddened. "That's exactly the reaction I was going for. Now... music... lights... and..." She grabbed some matches and went back to her room. When she was ready, she called to her brother. "Come on in, Nicky."
Nick stood in the living room, unsure of what to do. "Coming." Was it rude to walk in there in the clothes he'd thrown on that morning when she was dressed up for him? He figured it was. So, he quickly undressed and folded his clothes on her sofa. The sight of his rigid dick made him think of all Enki had done to him. But the Sumerian god wasn't forcing this. Or at least that's what he told himself. This was his and his sister's choice. He saw Alyson's phone on the coffee table. He picked it up and walked slowly into her room. There was still daylight outside, but she'd drawn the curtains. He could see her lying on her bed in the flickering candlelight. Her legs were spread wide. Her dark triangle of hair felt like a singularity pulling him in. "Holy shit." He put the phone on the floor by her bed.
"Yeah, holy shit." She bit her bottom lip, suffering a moment of doubt. "Was that a good 'holy shit' or a bad one or..." Her gaze fell to his cock and she knew it was good.
"This is only practice. Nothing we do really matters right now." He climbed onto her bed and settled his face next to her pussy.
"If we both remember, it matters. It... oooohhhhhhhhhhh... yes... you're so good at that." She pulled her nightgown up so she could see the top of his face as he licked her. "Yes... a finger... right there... oooohhhhhhh." She arched her back and pressed her head back into the pillow. "Oh... Nicky... oh... Nicky... I'm already going to... aaaagggghhhhhhhh... cuuuummmmmmmm." She clutched the sheets tightly and spasmed.
It was almost nostalgic for Nick to have his sister squirt in his face. The more he thought about their journey together, the more he was sure they were destined for this. Even without Enki's meddling, he would be lining up his unprotected cock to enter her, sliding slowly inside. He stared down at her tortured face as he spread her pussy. They always had a special bond. "Why not this?"
Alyson shook her head side to side, watching his monster enter her. "My pussy was meant for you... ugh... meant for this. There is no... reason... why not." She hunched her hips up to him, trying to bring him in faster.
"What do you want, Alyson?" He bottomed out and held himself deep inside her.
"A baby." She squeaked. Lights shot across her vision. She locked her legs behind his tight butt.
"You want... uh... my baby?" Nick found a slow rhythm with his hips. Now that he had given in to the idea, this was a fantasy that sang to him.
Not a fantasy
, he corrected himself. Before the eighteen loops were up, he would plant a baby inside Alyson. She would swell with their progeny.
"Yes... Nicky... your baby... yes... your baby... yeeesssssssss." Her eyes rolled back, and she came again. Even with his slow rhythm, her orgasm swept through her. The thought of what they were sharing together was too much. "Eeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiii." Her fists tightened and her muscles went taut. The sound of her sheets ripping joined her cries and the soft music in the background.
"You look so beautiful right now." Nick thought she looked crazed. And to his eyes, there was nothing more mesmerizing. His hips accelerated. When she started to relax, he continued pressing her buttons. "Do you want your fiancé to be... ah... ah... ah... the father of your child?" He wondered if he'd pushed her too far. But her gaze was dreamy, without any challenge.
"Ugh... ugh... ugh..." She heard her brother, but chose not to answer.
"Do you... want... Chris?" Nick put his hands behind her knees, pushed her legs up in the air, and pounded her harder, smashing her hips down into the mattress with each thrust.
"I don't want Chris... I don't want Chris... I don't want Chris... eeeeeeiiiiiiiiiii." Alyson's mind shattered as her next climax crested. When she recovered, her brother flipped them over while they were still locked together. It was her turn to ride him.
Nick waited for her to find a rhythm. Once her eyes glazed over, he reached over the side of the bed and retrieved her phone. Without her paying the least attention, he placed her thumb on the screen reader. He navigated to her contacts and opened up Chris's page. "Alyson... hey Alyson."
"Ugh... ugh... ugh... in my... belly." Her hips undulated quickly, forcing his cock to careen deep inside her.
"Alyson... look." He held up the phone with one hand and playfully smacked her bouncing boob with the other.
It wasn't easy for Alyson to focus. She slowed her hips to decrease the pleasure. Her eyes fell to what Nick was holding. She blinked, comprehension dawning in her mind. "What are you... ugh... doing with my phone?"
"Chris." He pointed at the screen.
"Chris?" Her brow furrowed. Her expression wavered between confusion and bliss.
"I want you to... call Chris... and tell him... it's over." Nick had planned this part on their drive over.
"No..." Alyson's mouth formed a perfect circle of horror at the thought, but she couldn't bring her hips to stop.
"Nothing would make me... hotter than to hear you tell... him off." Nick smiled up at her. "You deserve to do it. He deserves it. And the best part is... he'll never know. The loop will... reset." He watched the horror leave her face. Her jaw set firmly.
"You'd really like that?" She watched him nod. He was so damn earnest. "Okay." Allyson finally stopped her hips and moved up to dislodge him. But her brother's hand held her waist and pulled her back down. Her eyebrows arched in surprise. "You want me... to call him... with you inside me?"
