-*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
**Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned, expect to find mistakes.
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The Sunflower Apartments complex went up quickly. One day there were just fallow fields at the intersection of Highways 331 and 12-An in Mordbrand, Kansas. Then a crew with bulldozers leveled the field. Then came the massive cement trucks and semis loaded down with building materials. Before long, forty eight apartments spread over four uniform buildings were available for rent.
Geraldine 'Gerry' Morgan rented Apartment 302C after disclosing her pregnancy to her overly religious mother and father. She'd already anticipated them demanding that she leave their fine Christian home the moment she revealed her pregnancy, so had signed a one year lease, had paid for the utilities, and had arranged for O'Neil's Furniture in Falwell City, Oklahoma to deliver and set up her furniture.
Lolling on the couch that first night, Gerry wondered how long it would take before her twin decided he'd had enough of living under the Draconian rule of their parents.
"Shit, uh, the two of you never made a mistake?" Gerry asked the mental image of their parents. "Oh, that's right, Jesus forgives your sins. Like having twins born five months premature?"
"But, somehow, Jesus doesn't forgive my sins," Gerry thought and smiled as Jeremy, her brother, sent her a stupid, corny, silly joke.
'How many dentists does it take to change a lightbulb? Four out of five dentists recommend you do it yourself.'
"You are not funny," Gerry responded.
Soon, the two nineteen year old twins were sending messages back and forth. At one point, Jeremy did brave asking Gerry who the father of her baby was.
"IDK," Gerry answered.
She honestly did not know. She and their twenty one year old cousin, Patricia Morgan had gone to a party. The next thing Gerry knew, she had woken up with a splitting headache and a sore pussy and a foul taste in her mouth. Patricia had suffered a similar fate. Sluggishly, both girls dressed and left the bedroom.
"The real fucked up thing? We would have fucked them all without being drugged," Gerry admitted to her brother.
"No way! Patricia?" Jeremy responded.
Gerry smirked; her brother had an undisguised crush on their cousin. And, both she and Patricia had somehow managed to fool everyone into thinking that they were pure, virtuous members of the Holy Church of Bethlehem.
"Mm hmm; gladly and happily," Gerry confirmed.
"You, you're kidding," Jeremy protested.
Even though their parents strictly forbade it, Jeremy was a frequent visitor to his sister's apartment. Gerry welcomed her brother; truth be told, she was lonely. Even though her job at King Klover Doughnuts had her in contact with numerous people, customers and fellow employees, those contacts were fleeting and empty.
One Saturday, seven and a half month belly heavy, breasts becoming larger, Gerry had her air conditioning on high. She was burning up, just could not seem to get cool. Her skin was slick with a sheen of sweat and her clothing was uncomfortable. She stripped down to bra and panties and flopped on the couch again.
A moment later, Gerry smiled, despite her discomfort when Jeremy's familiar knock sounded at the door. He came in and smiled when he spotted the familiar King Klover box on the kitchen table.
"Uh, let me guess; you smelled the doughnuts?" Gerry teased as Jeremy helped himself to a doughnut.
"Aw, come on, Gerry; go put some clothes on," Jeremy mumbled, mouth full.
"Bite me. I'm burning up," Gerry smirked. "You'd been one minute later, you'd seen my boobies."
"Oh, uh I can leave and come back," Jeremy retorted.
"Pervert," Gerry laughed.
While brother and sister visited, on the ground floor, the apartment manager was attempting to prove his incompetence as he worked on the breaker box in the laundry room. He managed to blow out the box and shut down the entire building's electrical system.
In Apartment 302C, Gerry let out a squeal. Jeremy looked around, startled.
"What happened?" he asked his sister.
Gerry held her hand in front of the air vent, but of course, no cold air blew from the vent. With a sigh, she raised the blinds in her living room and pushed the window up.
"So, what happened," Jeremy repeated.
"I, Jeremy, how would I know what happened?" Gerry snapped. "One minute we have power and the next minute we don't. And, God, being knocked up? You know I need that air on. God I'm burning up here!"
Gerry brushed past him. Playfully, she slapped him on his buttock as she went into her bedroom to open the single window in that room.
"God! I, I am burning up; I'm dying here," Gerry complained.
"I'll run down to the Pak N'Sak and get some ice," Jeremy offered.
"Hurry, Gerry ordered, taking a Parasols magazine from her coffee table and fanning herself.
Gerry felt a little guilty for yelling at Jeremy. After all her discomfort was not his fault. The power being out was not his fault.
Just when Gerry was considering filling her tub with cold water and submerging herself, Jeremy was back, large bag of ice in hand. He dropped the bag into the kitchen sinck and used a kitchen knife to slice the bag open. Gerry grabbed a beach towel from her bathroom and folded it once then placed it on her living room floor.
She sat on the towel as Jeremy grabbed a large chunk of the ice and approached. He knelt down behind her.
Jeremy ran the chunk of ice over Gerry's neck and shoulders. Gerry leaned forward and moved her thick waist length brown hair aside.
"Oh God yes," Gerry groaned aloud.
Like that, huh?" Jeremy chuckled.
"Uh huh," Gerry agreed. "Oh, get my back. Oh!"
Gerry reached back and unhooked her bra. For the first few moments, as her brother rubbed the cold, soothing chunk of ice over her smooth flesh, Gerry kept the bra on, covering her breasts. She shivered as the ice melted, sending rivulets of cold water trickling down her back. She shivered as the trickle of water began to soak the waistband of her nylon panties.
