Prom Night

THIS IS CHAPTER 2 OF REBECCA AND TOMMY

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Saturday; 10:30pm

"Unh! Unh! Unh!" The familiar sounds, permeating the Junior Suite in the Ritz Carlton, getting more intense by the moment.

"Love... me... Tommy... Oh yes!!! Harder!!," As the bed, attached to the wall of the expensively priced suite, fought the two incestuous love birds.

My body, worn out, from the weekend wedding we attended, for my colleague I work with selling homes, was pinned under my now 21 yr old brother, Tommy, huffing and puffing away to his umpteenth orgasm since we arrived here Friday night.

Losing track of the amount of toe curling orgasms I had, and lord knows how many cream pies deposited in my, now, 34 year old pussy, my brother and I just can't get enough of each other.

"Ahh Ahh Ahh!," Tommy was chanting, his eyes locked on mine, the concentration, the sheer focus, of a man, now filled with the utmost confidence, was intent on making sure I wouldnt be able to walk straight when we checked out tomorrow to go home.

"Oh yes... baby.., fuck it... destroy.. your sisters... pussy...god yeesssss!!," I panted, finding it virtually impossible to complete a sentence. "Seed me!! Yes!! Yes!! Oh Tommy!!"

The more determined he became, the more the lewd, squelching of sounds our sinful intimacy made, crashing into each other, every downward thrust in me. Every arch of my back, desperate to match his savagery, hoping to cum at the same time, Tommy, my sex machine, was working up a sweat.

"Yes baby... oh yes... God...I love... you.."

My words, loving, true to their meaning, softly spoken, stunted with every thrust in my 8 week pregnant womb. "I gunna cum Beck!!, Tommy would declare, as my own orgasm was about to finally escape the built up lust over the last 2 hours.

Ahhhhhh!!!, Tommy roared, his hips gyrating uncontrollably, expelling all that pent up sewage he'd built up since he fucked me several hours earlier. His unholy glob travelling at light speed, to explode into the well used vagina squeezing him.

At the same time, I lost my battle with my orgasm, and matched Tommy, blissfully as he unloaded in me. "Yessssssssss!!!!!!! Oh baby brother, yes!!!!!!!!!"

After he fully emptied in me, he pulled out and watched, as our juices left my vagina, like a roaring river. All over the sheets, the mattress. His spunk, finding its' place on my pantyhose, saturating the gusset, as it usually ends up doing.

Finally able to catch our breath, Tommy left for the toilet, as I pulled up my soiled, run laden tan pantyhose, Id worn for the wedding. The huge wet spot, as proof of our illegal coupling.

As I was putting my boobs back in their lace palace, Tommy came out of the bathroom, while I was removing my dress I'd donned for the ceremony.

"Wow," Tommy's choice of verbiage everytime weve been intimate these last three years, softly pierced the silence. "Your pussy is amazing Webecca."

Yes, his verbiage has taken a path I hoped would never take root, but ever since his High School prom, 3 years earlier, our intimacy all but sailed that ship.

Dropping my dress to the floor, I stepped out of it saying, "I need to call housekeeping, you remove the sheets from the bed." After getting our new linens and remaking the bed, we went to sleep afterward.

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After Tommy's Prom our lives drastically changed. I had broken up with my, then boyfriend of almost 2 years, Scott, but not because of Tommy. We just lost feeling for one another, plus, our careers were just not compatible, seeing our offices more than each other. Tommy, was the talk of the school for the last weeks of his Senior year after the sinful deeds at the Red Roof Inn.

It was ironically funny how the 'retard', who gets berated by the jocks, and others, humiliated by the girls he had asked to said prom, and laughed at because of how he looks and talks, became the 'popular' kid those last few weeks of his senior year.

That Monday, after the prom, I was pleased to report that suddenly the bullying lessened, IMMEDIATELY. Yes, my little brother was still shy, when it dealt with speaking situations or confrontations, but he walked around more confident. (Who knew fucking your beautiful 31 year old sister for all to see, could give you a new found confidence, right?) Some of the girls and boys actually started giving him the time of day. One girl even started sitting with him at lunch. But Tommy, after taking all of those 'dips' in my forbidden 'pool', professed his desire for only me.

He trusted ME. I am the only person on this Earth, aside from my mom, who genuinely cares deeply for, and loves him. But that fateful night in the Red Roof Inn, that filial love we shared, slowly turned into something more.

My little brother fell in love with me, HEAD OVER HEELS, Like even before Scott and I ended our relationship. When I returned home to Scott, Tommy made it clear he didnt like it. If you're thinking I fell for Tommy, to be honest, I hadn't, not a first.

Look, I'm his sister, even I understood the non societally accepted path I forged. But this was all for my brother. I did this for him, not for some sick twisted fantasy I suddenly developed. I truly was angry at how ignorant people could be. I couldn't imagine him EVER finding true love, the cruelness of people. How he would never feel TRUE love. How he would never get to take part in intimacy with a woman. Well the intimacy worries are a distant memory.

My mother and step-father even noticed a 'pep' in his step. But Tommy, a man of his word, never told mom or Mitchell what we did when we were alone, which was a LOT. It soon became understood that when he came to my apartment, even before Scott and I broke up, I was to have my guest bedroom ready, and be on the bed, dress pushed over my waist. I conspicuously gave him a key to the apartment, as he knew Scotts schedule, and that Scott always texted me when he was heading home. Scott and I ended our relationship soon after.

The night before his graduation, I had told mom I was going to take him out for a celebratory dinner, since Mitch and she, were taking him out the following night. Tommy and I never went out to dinner that night. Rather, after I picked him up at moms house, We hurriedly went back to my new apartment I moved into after breaking up with Scott, and spent the night in what became our bedroom.

We ended up having an all nighter, taking breaks and getting a little sleep here and there. He fell in love with my legs. God he loves my legs, the nylons that encase them. The feeling of them running along his sides, or on his shouiders when my legs are up. He loves the freckles I have (especially the freckles strategically placed between my tits). He loves my face, My manicured hands.

At his graduation, Mom, Mitchell and myself were sitting in the bleachers as the students were being called up by name. One by one, the joy in each of their faces, receiving their diploma, knowing they'll never have to endure another day of high school again. Then I saw Tommy. His burgundy colored cap and gown, the yellow tassle dangling ftom the cap. Pointing him out, my mom and Mitchell turned on their videos and got footage of him shaking the Principals' hand and proudly taking the diploma he earned.

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A couple hours before his graduation, he was buried balls deep in my cunt, using and abusing my oft battered passageway. "Are... you... close?," I panted, the sunlight pouring into my bedroom. "We need.. to.. get you... to.. the school...oh yesssssssss!" Tommy was focused on plumbing my insides, as he'd grown accustom to 4-5 days a week.

Just looking up at him, determined, confident, grunting away. The repetitive, "Ahh! Ahh!" he'd utter, every thrust deep into me, hitting my cervix, got me in a tizzy.

"Baby...you need...to cum..," I breathlessly stammered, hoping the encouragement I was giving him, would soon have the usual result.

10 exhaustive, gruelling minutes later, my tits slightly bruised from the onslaught his hands were subjecting them to, Tommy finally blew his load into my womb, wave after wave jettisoning into my little cavern.

Panting, he got off me, and we fixed ourselves up. His cap and gown were on him, but his pants were around his ankles. I dont know how he managed to achieve his result with those on, but hey, his graduation, right? I pulled my pantyhose up over my waist, smoothed the nylon taut on my legs, put my achy breasts back home in their cushions, and buttoned my dress. We didnt have time for a quick shower, so we had to use deodorant and colognes and my perfume.

The graduation ceremony went off without a hitch.

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Tommy and me, but moreso, Tommy ultimately convinced my mom into letting him move in with me. It only made sense, since she and my stepdad seemingly went on cruises, or trips to Reno every other weekend.

About a week after he moved in, I'd woken up to use the restroom. Stepping into my slippers, I stood. Suddenly feeling faint, i had to sit back down to allow my equilibrium to level. This became a regular occurrence. Realizing what I thought was going on, I bought a pregnancy test.. POSITIVE. To say my heart dropped to the floor, was an understatement.

I didn't immediately say anything to Tommy, rather i got back on my computer to research a little more on Downs Syndrome. I learned 50% of females with it can get pregnant, but looking at the % of men who are sterile and cant get a woman pregnant? That surprised me Tommy managed to buck that trend. I was pregnant, almost 32 years old, and by my brother.

The talk we had, telling him that at almost 19 he was going to be a daddy, was probably the most difficult talk of my life. It hit me, HARD, looking at that stick, the 2 + signs proudly showing me the result of months of the sinful actions, I'll admit, was a tough one to accept. But that wasn't my main concern. My mother finding out I was pregnant, was my concern. By this time, I'd been away from Scott over 2 months, so I'd have had a difficult time explaining my circumstance.

'Luckily' a few weeks later, I miscarried. I say 'Luckily' because, at that particular time in our newfound relationship, me being pregnant was not in the cards. I don't believe in abortion, as I feel life is previous and a gift from God. Sure, I was sad. Sad that I miscarried, but relieved that I didnt have to deal with my mom.

To think, as much research as I have done on Downs Syndrome, I thought I had a thorough understanding on the ability of men to procreate. Although not impossible, the stats for men being able to impregnate a woman was very very improbable. I'm not a scientist, but that extra chromosome one has, for whatever reason affects that ability, rendering most men with DS as sterile. Tommy, was not one of those sterile men. As much cum as he would pump into my body, something like this was bound to happen.

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Well, our 'safe, secret' relationship, under the confines of my apartment, came crashing down one evening, that, again, changed our lives once more.

It was a Saturday evening, Tommy and I had a "routine" that I wore bridal attire for him. Usually on Friday or Saturday. But it depended on my job, how many showings I had, or closings to complete. Kinky, yes, but this began due to colleagues of mine getting married, so, seeing them dressed in bridal wear, Tommy asked if I would dress like that for him. I ended up buying a cheap gown, lace gloves (like you might wear to a ballroom gala), a veil, and a garter I could slide over my thigh, under the dress. Already owning a pair of white, close toed 4" pumps, I had everything he envisioned.

As I was saying, it was about 9pm, and we just had a little candlelight dinner in our apartment. Already in the heat of our mating for about 25 minutes, we didn't make it to our bedroom. So he had me on my back on the couch in the living room. My wedding gown, pushed over my waist, the rest, draped over the edge of the couch, showing my glossy pantyhose, and 'fuck me' pumps. My tits, out of the dungeon, being my lace bra, my veil over my face, the 'slutty' garter over my left thigh, and my hands enclosed in the lace gloves, my right leg, resting on the back of the couch, my left leg, pointing upward, with Tommy thrusting away between my legs, the sounds of lustful, sinful fucking, yes FUCKING, permeated throughout our home.

"Oh! Oh! yesssssss!! unh! unh! Tommy! ohhh yes Tommy!! The slapping of skin, the couch, straining to stay upright, under the onslaught of the two incestuous siblings, kept a steady, yet rhythmic cadence, as my baby brother, all 270 lbs of him, was caving in my insides, with the same vigor, aggression, he has had for the last, now year, oh our forbidden relationship.

"Ahhh Ahhh! Webecca!!! ahh yes!," Tommy announced, pounding into my petite, yet mature body. His cock, the instrument that forever changed the trajectory of history, sluicing my well used, sore, aching cunt.

"Yes! Harder baby!! ohhh yessssss!" My hands, desperately trying to grip Tommy's forarm, the other scratching his chest, the orgasm, building up, from every violent, animalistic thrust.

Then the unthinkable happened. "Jiggle Jiggle." The unmistakable sound of keys trying to figure its way of how to open a

door. Hearing this, my eyes darted to the left, and panic began to set in. There was only one other person with a set of keys to my apartment. My mother.

We were busted. Having no time to 'escape' as Tommy was focused on the task at hand, fucking his willing sister, the door opens.

"Hey ki..." Time froze. The hand, holding mail I received at her house, fell to the floor in one fell swoop, her mouth, agape, wide open. Eyes as wide as my legs were at that present moment.

"Tommy!" I screamed. "Mom!" hitting his shoulder trying to get his attention, pointing to the front door. Tommy finally heard my pleas. Suddenly, the door closed, and my mom was gone.

The night was over. I was panicked, crying, ashamed. Mom walked in on us. Obviously, I was oblivious to the buzzing of my cell phone, on the end table, behind my head, alerting us of her pending visit.

Suffice it to say, my mother disowned me. She blamed me for the debauchery I was involved in with my brother. Their relationship was also seriously affected, as the scene was etched in her mind forever. Her son, between his older sisters legs, her, in full bridal attire, one leg pointing up in a whorish fashion, the moans, grunts, echoing unmistakably in her ears. The mixed, orgasmic juices on the couch, slathering my inner thighs, the white frothy ring around the piston plunging in and out, the white snow like matter beginning to matte my vaginal hair. For a Christian woman, to bear witness to that, I couldn't blame her.

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Over the next few days, I tried dangling an olive branch to mom, calling her, sending her texts. Ironically, the only contact I had with her, was through Tommy. He talked to her telling her, it wasn't all my fault. He wanted it too. That over time he wanted to be with me, live with me. Now 19, and out of high school, he couid make that choice. She was clearly disgusted and sickened by this development, but she didn't press it anymore as she didn't want to permanently push Tommy away. She just wanted nothing to do with me. Being 32, I should have known better.

For the next few days, i denied Tommy his release. Not due to any fault of his, but from the shame I was now forced to deal with.

Yes, our sex life went back to normal, but I needed to make 100% certain it was what he wanted, as well. Unbelievably, I was slowly falling in love with him. I felt so safe with him. Like no one couid ever hurt me. Being under him, in our bed at night, just the 2 of us, the headboard beating its melody against the wall, No one else had earned the right to be between my legs.

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With my relationship over between my mom and me, and Tommy and me in a torrid sexual relationship, we decided to leave the area. I put in for a transfer of offices, as, now, being promoted to Senior agent, it gave me a hefty pay raise.

Tommy, now almost 20, finally agreed to go to college. But we learned quickly, some people just never grow up. He was, again, looked at differently. When we were sitting in the counselors office, finalizing his class schedule, they were trying to convince him to take classes for "Special needs." Introducing me as his fiance, I took the lead and told them NO. He isn't stupid, nor is not capable to complete the classes given to him.

His classes begun, our lives continued. The night before his 20th birthday, we were holding hands, taking a walk in the park by our house. (I recently bought us a 4 br home in a cul de sac). Out of the blue, I grabbed his upper arm. Knowing something was wrong, I said, "Baby, call 911!"

There, in the Emergency Room, after an hour of tests, the doctor informed us, I was pregnant. Now, I wasn't as shocked as I was the first time, but I was convinced, this pregnancy would end up like the previous one.

Well it didn't. Tommy and I learned we were having twins, and remarkably, I carried them for 7 months, when they decided it was tome to make their appearance. We had 2 girls, Gracie and Katie. This changed Tommy for the better.

The day after the girls and I came home, we all settled in our bedroom. We had put the bassinet in our bedroom to make it easier to tend to them. Teaching him how to handle our daughters, wasnt as difficult as I thought. Once he picked it up, he was a wonderful daddy.

A week later, having the strength to do things in the house, I was making us dinner. Seeing him feeding both of our girls at the same time, warmed my heart. I see Tommy put the girls in the playpen, and he walks over to me. Feeling his hands lift up my dress, and running his hands over the top of my nylons, I had to remind him that I needed time to heal, after pushing our daughters out of me. Suddenly, he opens a drawer and pulls out a box. Opening it, my eyes went big, and my mouth dropped. "Beck, I know by waw(law) we can not wegawy be mawied, but I bought this ring for you."

Staring at me was a 1/2 karat natural round, diamond solitaire ring. Yes, I kissed him, full tongue, down his throat.

"OMG, What does this mean?," I curiously asked him. Responding, he said," Wemembuh the day We talked about my school?" I nodded. "And i told you I wanted a girlfwend?" Again, I nodded. "Well I wuv you Webecca, but not wike my dorky sister."

I was literally crying happy tears but couldnt help laughing about the "dorky sister" remark. He had always called me a dork, which I loved.

That night, I gave myself to him, completely. Any doubt, shame, concern I had, GONE. I fell head over heels in love with him. He slid the ring over my finger. Boy, I fucked his brains out that night. We put our daughters in the bedroom next to us, and he climbed between my raised legs.

Pounding my 'engaged' cunt, claiming it officially as his. "Fuck your bride Tommy," I softly mewed. "Fuck it and fuck it and fuck it."

Assuring him, no man would EVER be between my legs again, he put his permanent branding of ownership of 'his pussy.'

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Mr. and Miss reader, Just in case your faces are contorted in disgust. "How in hell can this 'self proclaimed Meg Ryan' doppleganger, one who has let her readers know her attractiveness, fall in love with her Downs Syndrome brother? Well I did, Its' my life. I can almost guarantee, if YOU saw my brother, you wouldn't open your legs for him as easily. So don't judge MY decision.

I know, confidently, I could attain almost any man I wanted, but you know, when you trust one person, and KNOW UNDOUBTEDLY, is committed to YOU, he would NEVER INTENTIONALLY hurt me, NEVER leave me, Always protect me and our children to the best of his ability, even with a disability, I don't care what others think. STOP READING MY STORY THEN.