[©2010 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS OVER THE AGE OF 18; NO EVENTS DESCRIBED ARE TRUE; THIS STORY HAS A 'HARDER EDGE' THAN MOST; BE WARNED: HERE BE DRAGONS; FOR AGES 21 OR ABOVE]
[Brother comes to the rescue of his abandoned eight months pregnant sister. If things pregnant don't interest you, then stop here; thanks.]
We were all alone in the world now, just me and my sister Jane. My kid sister was only 18 while I was the elder at 20. On the very day that we laid our mother to rest, Jane told me she was moving in with Frankie. He was much older than her at 35 and a bit sleazy, in my view. My sister was naïve, or perhaps needful with the loss of our last parental pillar of support. In either case, and against my advice, Jane left me. I would not see her, nor hear from her, for months.
I worked for various companies after high school graduation while attending a community college. It was all I could afford while paying my own way. Our parents were wonderful, but a health-related early retirement meant dad would never be rolling in dough. After the final arrangements for both of them, sis and I barely had enough to pay for a taxi home. If I hadn't gotten a research grant, I'd have had to panhandle at the freeway overpass for spending money. Thank goodness my mentor at the big research company on the coast here knew how to get things done, including government bidding.
Well, everything was cool for me. My only longing was to see my sister again. Let me say this plainly; growing up, I never had the least contact with her, not even a kiss goodnight. Being siblings, we naturally kept ourselves at arm's length. Still, I wasn't blind, and my sister Jane was a spectacular beauty. She actually was taller than me at five foot nine, which was a real problem. Most guys (including me) don't like dating women who are taller than them, especially ones taller before putting on heels. It didn't matter that she was identical to Kathy Ireland, another big woman who had all the right curves. My sister's hourglass 37-25-37 figure was just irrelevant to guys who had to look up to her.
For the amateurs out there who are into pop psychology, they might have come to the conclusion that I didn't date often due to a subconscious desire to have my own sister. Well, I couldn't confirm that, but in fact I did date rarely. And, as the experts in pop psy might have predicted, my hoped for 'miracle' occurred one Saturday night while I was having an intimate evening with a Swanson TV dinner and a re-run of Bonanza (in my defense, I had only seen it 17 times before.)
The knock on the door sounded like my kid sister's, but that couldn't be—could it? Sure enough, there was Jane and, my goodness, she was eight months pregnant!
Me: "My God, Jane, what is happening? I am so happy to see you, but..."
Jane: "Oh, Jim, you were right...you were SO right about Frankie. He was a creep. He promised to marry me properly, and each month as I progressed, his promises turned into plans, then more plans (for a wedding). Then one day, I happened to see his Blackberry, which he always kept locked in his glove-box or in his grubby little hands. I learned he was on probation for armed robbery and had another girl friend. Worse than that, he made his money by using his legitimate job as a cover for what he was really doing. So, now I am left high and dry, with a baby I don't want that is too late to 'deal with'. I'm hoping that you can take me in for a few days till I figure out where I should go. I was living with him and had to grab what I could before he decided to slap me around again to keep me with him."
Me: "Jane, you have complete freedom to stay here as long as you need to stay, no rent and no guilt. I am at your service. Speaking for the men of the world, I wish to apologize for the behavior of one of our own." [Jane laughed and kissed me. I was shocked for a moment, as she had never kissed me...ever. All of a sudden, we kissed again, not as siblings and not as lovers, but sort of a middle ground. When we broke the kiss, I felt her shimmering long blonde hair, trying to remember my little sis of yester year. I could tell she was still gorgeous, but to be blunt, the pregnancy did kind of cover it up.]
After I moved all of her stuff in from the old mini-van that she inherited from our parents (wow, that thing could carry as much as an Allied Moving Van), we had our first mild argument. I insisted that she take the queen sized bed of mine while I slept in the foldout bed in the living room. She felt terrible about supplanting me, but I insisted. As I told her, it wasn't politeness but her being eight months along. After the baby, she could sleep on the damn couch. Oddly, she hugged and kissed me, ecstatic that she would have to sleep on the couch. I think she was happy that she wouldn't be permanently displacing me in my own home.
That night at midnight or so (12:09am), in the pitch darkness, I was startled to feel the bed shake. It kept shaking until she knew I was awake. Of course, it was my sister Jane.
Jane: "Jim, I am so ashamed. My God, I woke you and everything, but...I'm horny, I want to ball. I know you're my brother and all, and I understand if you don't want to, but I am so fucking horny..."
Me: "To be honest, I wouldn't know what to do, I mean with you being like that and all."
Jane: "Let's forget about courtesy and modesty. Please come to your room, and bring that big, beautiful cock of yours."
Damn! As I sat up in bed and the covers fell off, my 'morning wood' betrayed me. Sticking out the hole in the front of my boxer shorts was my powerful ten inch cock. It was above my navel and was 'open for business'. When she said she was horny and wanted to ball, I might have had some reservations, but my Johnson didn't. With a stone hard cock pointing to the ceiling, bobbing as I walked to my bedroom, I wondered what sis had in mind.
Jane: "If you want Jim, lay on your back in the middle of the bed. Right here." [I got on my back. She wiggled the overstuffed boxer shorts off and tossed them on a chair. She keyholed my huge ten inch cock to keep it stiff while she told me what she planned.]
Jane: "I want to try something. Before we start, let me warn you. It has been months since anyone has done me. Frankie somehow got me knocked up with his tiny four incher, but as soon as I was officially pregnant, he treated me like I was radioactive." [As she was talking, she stopped her keyholing and got on all fours on the bed, but facing away from me. She backed up till my cock just touched her. She then reached back and put it in. It was the only safe way to do it, with her in control. It was a weird feeling, so tight, so very tight. It was not at all fun or sexy, but I had saved up a huge load and when I heard her have a third orgasm, I just released a few million sperm. If their job was hopeless in a pregnant woman, at least they gave it their all.]
Jane was panting, gasping for breath, and sobbing a little bit. She was so relieved of all the pent-up passion, so exhausted from doing this in the eighth month, and felt so guilty about waking me up.
Jane: "Jim, I feel awful. I kicked you out of your bed, then woke you up just cause I needed a little. I'm going to make it up to you somehow, I swear."
Me: [Smiling.]: "Sis, stop apologizing. You're making me crazy. There's no way this is going to work out. I think the only solution is for us to sleep together. That way at least we won't argue about who is stuck on that horrible folding bed of nails in the living room." [She kissed me, agreeing. She immediately went to tidying up the bed as I went to get my few things from the living room. That night we slept together, for the first time. When I awoke, to my amazement, we were holding hands, with Jane's face inches from mine. She awoke at the same time, and we kissed for the first time as man and woman and not as siblings.]
What little I knew about women, they normally had a care agreement for the entire birthing process. I had to inform my insurance company that I had a new wife. They insisted on a certificate. When I told sis this, she said that would be no problem, if I wanted to get this done. She had actually gotten a civil wedding license with him and had changed her name. What we had to do was right out of the old Seinfeld show...a real crazy scheme. We had to use her new name on her marriage certificate and driver's license. Then we would go to another state to get married. At that point she would be technically married to two people. Then, she would come back to our state to file a no fault divorce. She would divorce Frankie, make our out-of-state marriage legal (well, not really, but who's counting?), whereupon we could apply for her medical coverage. I hope you kept up with all that, because there will be a test.
Even though I wasn't into the pregnant sex that my sister Jane needed, she was begging me for some action. So as a result, we had sex every night during her last few days before giving birth, including the day of delivery. We were in her private room, and my powerful cock pumped a small ocean of sperm into her about to give birth womb. She was THAT fucking horny. As a matter of fact, when I brought her to the hospital to check in, she could barely wait for the room assignment. She ripped off both our clothes and had my huge cock probing and touching her till she got off.