All Characters In This Story Are 18+ Years Old.
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Sally Martin rolled over and saw her bedside clock displayed 8:20 a.m. She thought to herself, "It must have been 5, maybe 5:30 yesterday when I took my pills and lay down." Raising her left hand in a fist over her face she ticked off hours on her fingers as she opened them, "5 is 12... 6, 13... 7, 14... 8 is... geez! that's fifteen hours, PLUS!" she exclaimed to herself. Sitting up and swinging her legs over the edge of her king-size bed, she sat for another moment. It was weird how the last two days had raced by in many respects, but, at the same time, certain events had a slow-motion dreamlike quality. "They weren't dreams, though," Sally said to herself as she put her right hand over her heart and felt it beat through her breast under her new soft flannel nightgown. She stood and crossed to the master bathroom. "I hope Claude got Nel started on her lessons," she mused as she shut the door and turned on the shower faucets.
Forty minutes later, her ablutions complete, Sally walked down the hall to the main house. She saw the den door was shut as she followed her nose to the kitchen and found a half-pot of coffee on the Cuisinart burner. Noting the indicator light proved the coffee was not only hot, but also, freshly made, she poured herself a mug and carried it into the empty living room.
Sally passed on through, to the family room, where she heard the television. Upon entering, she saw her brother, Claude, sipping his coffee in an overstuffed leather lounger. She walked over just as Channel 2 was morphing from its early morning local news show, 'Daybreak', to its regional news magazine,'Colorado's Best'. "Hey,... Dad," she said softly, testing out the newly learned honorific after surveying the room and ensuring her teen-aged daughter, Nel, was nowhere within earshot.
Claude looked up at his 38-year old daughter and smiled warmly. "Hey, yourself, darling," he said, picking up the remote and muting the TV. He looked at his watch and added, "It's not 10 o'clock yet. Was I disturbing you with the television? I am sorry, if so."
"Absolutely not!" Sally assured him, setting her coffee down on the side table beside his. She walked behind and around the chair, then sat, curling herself half in his lap and half on the chair's arm to his right. She wrapped her left arm around his head, tousling Claude's hair as she leaned in and kissed him hard. Pulling back from the kiss, Sally asked, "But, you are a disturbance I would never mind, anyway."
During the kiss Claude's right arm somehow worked its way around his sister's waist. As she fiddled with his hair and spoke, he casually inserted his hand in the open fold or her blue velour robe and cupped her free heavy left breast. "Well, am glad of that," he replied, twiddling her thick nipple under the flannel floral print nightgown he had brought her yesterday.
"Mmmmm, me too," Sally concurred, enjoying the little jolts his tweaks sent to her pussy. "Where's Nel?" She asked, kissing him again.
"Hhnnn" Claude mumbled, then pulled his head back, "You make it hard for a guy to answer questions," he said more clearly. "She took bowl of cereal into the den. I imagine she's on the iMAC doing something."
"Did you... give her any 'lessons' after I crashed?" Sally asked, tracing her free right index finger along Claude's jaw.
"Do you want details or just an executive summary?" Claude riposted, sincerely hoping she would not seek a blow-by-blow accounting.
"Neither, actually," Sally reassured her brother, "Just wondered if... you know... things were... working out." Her right hand moved from his face, down the front of his plaid wool robe, untied its belt and disappeared. She felt his thick cock, already stiffened and poking out of his shorts. "Apparently I do more than make it 'hard to answer questions'," she laughed, grabbing his stalk and squeezing gently. "Besides, I have a personal interest in the results, you know what I mean?" She slid her fist up and down while she tickled his left ear with a fingernail.
"Uhhnnn-huh," grunted Claude. "I know exactly what you mean. And, without going into specifics, I assure you Nel is an apt pupil and always eager to... learn, uhhnnn, new... pieces." He rubbed Sally's breast and laid his left arm across her curled thigh, resting his hand on her firm bottom just below her right hip.
"Well, maestro," Sally responded mischievously, "Don't forget your older students." Leaning in a third time, she kissed her father more deeply than ever, drawing her breaths from his lungs.
Claude pulled her fully onto his lap. His right hand slid to her back outside her robe and his left clawed her robe and nightgown hem up until her bare ass was in its grasp. He slid his middle two fingers between her legs and was not surprised to find her cunt was already dripping. "Uuuuhhhnn, yess!" Sally said through their locked mouths, "ohhhh, yesss, Daddy!" She squirmed on the lounger's leg extension as Claude dropped his feet to the floor, spreading his knees and thighs around the leather platform.
Sally ground her hips and felt Claude's hardness laying on top of her clit while his fingers twisted and drove forward and back in her twat. She pushed her hands through the lapels of his robe and raked her nails over his chest, dragging his T-shirt and stretching its neck out of shape in her frenzy. Claude opened his mouth and pulled on her tongue as she pushed it through his teeth and chewed on his lips. "Uuuuhhhhnnnn! NnnnhHHHHH!" she moaned as her orgasm broke in record time and wracked her body in her father's arms.
Claude clasped his left arm around Sally's shaking torso and continued plunging his fingers into her trench until she lay still, pulled her mouth off of his and laid her head on his shoulder. He withdrew his hand, raised it to his face and sucked her juices thoughtfully from his fingers as he looked out the patio door to the Colorado morning sun breaking over the fence into the back yard. He knew his erection was a false indicator of his sexual preparedness after his massive cum dump into Nel's 18-year old ass. Deciding to head off any direct inquiry about his personal performance, Claude rubbed Sally's back through her robe and nightgown and said quietly, "I'm counting the hours to 48... "
Sally lifted her head and arched her back, pushing away against the back of the lounger. Shifting until she was seated facing Claude, her butt on his legs with her straddled knees abutting his, she placed her open hands on either side of his chiseled cleft chin and looked deep into his eyes. "Yeah, I want to talk to you about that..." she said, "I kinda want to change things up a bit."
Claude raised his eyebrows. "How so?" he asked.
"Well, you remember, I explained what Dr. Wilson said about the odds that I may already be pregnant and how the 'morning after pill' doesn't change anything that already has happened..." Sally recapped, "But I took the EC pill and intended starting a progestin birth control routine, so we could plan better when to have a baby, if that was what we wanted."
"Yeah, so what is the 'change up' you are talking about?" Claude pressed.
"I... WANT to have..." Sally said, deliberately, "your child. Now, if possible." She took in a deep breath. "My clock's running and I'm in good health but I think sooner is better than later if I am going to give Nel a brother or sister. It won't matter to her, of course, but I want to be young enough to give my next child an active mother." She searched Claude's face. "Does that make sense? I hope so, because I love you so much and I want SO BADLY to be not only your sister and your daughter, but also the mother to your next grandchild." Sally pulled Claude's face to hers and whispered desperately, "Say 'YES!' Please, Dad!"
Claude saw the tears welling in Sally's eyes and could say nothing except what she asked. Nodding, he said, "Yes, darling, one hundred percent I want to give us a child." She fell against him and he held her tight. "But we're going to have to wait a LITTLE while, won't we? Haven't you already postponed or destroyed your little egg-plant's production cycle?" He chuckled as he thought of tiny little laborers in Sally's ovaries tearing up work orders and then reading a biological memo saying 'All systems, GO!' "Your body's schedule is going to be sort of confused, isn't it?" He asked with a wry smile.
"Maybe," Sally agreed, "And maybe I'm already implanted...but, if not, at least we don't have to keep the factory shut down, right?" She laughed, continuing his analogy. "How about we get started again right after we bring Carla's ashes home?"
"Uh, sure," Claude agreed, "Let's make it a date."
"Make what a date?" Nel asked, appearing in the archway between the living room and the family room. Like Claude and Sally, she was wearing a robe, though hers was quilted and zipped to the neck. Unlike them, she was naked beneath it. She leaned on her left shoulder against the arch with her left leg bent at the knee, dangling her fuzzy squirrel slipper from a wiggling bare left foot.
Sally stood quickly from Claude's lap, smoothing her robe and checking her front discretely for any outward sign of their make-out session. Claude scooted back in the chair, gratified his hard-on had deflated during their discussion. His cock was safely invisible in his shorts behind the red-and-black wool robe. "We were discussing some, uh, 'alone time', after we go to the mortuary and collect Grandma's ashes." Sally candidly, but not explicitly, informed her daughter.
"Ohhhh," Nel answered, "I get it... OK." She gave Claude a quick look and a smirk and said, "In THAT case, can I go and goof around with Megan? It's Friday and I haven't been at school for, like, three days! There's lots of news I need to catch up on."
Sally smiled and said, "Sure, hon,' that'll be fine. We can have an early dinner out and then you can go fool around with Megan and whoever. You can have the car, so long as you refill the tank, promise not to cruise Denver, and are home by midnight to avoid being a pumpkin!" She tilted her head and sought concurrance. "Can do? Will do?"
Nel dropped her leg, straightened up and crossed the room. Giving Sally a big hug, she said, "You're the greatest Mom! What time are we going to get Grandma's urn? I wanna text Megan and let her know."
