The Mccallum Legacy

Thank you to those who commented, favorited, and sent feedback to me about part 1. This is the first story I've written in first-person (as well as from the guy's point of view). Trying to get my writing chops back about me. Its been a while since I've written.

I've tried to submit this story twice now. But Literotica kicked it back to me for editing.

"Georgy's pregnant?," I said stunned.

"That's what your mom said. Are you going to call Georgy?' Christa asked.

Absentmindedly I said, "yeah."

I took my phone and went outside on to our deck in the back yard. I dialed Georgy's number. It rang a couple of times,

"Hi Bryce," Georgy answered.

"Hey Squirt," I said with more enthusiasm than I was actually feeling. My nerves were on edge.

"So Christa said mom said you're pregnant," I tried to say nonchalantly.

"Yeah, I'm about 17 weeks along now according to my obstetrician," she said back calmly.

"I don't need to ask do I?" I said to her.

"No, you don't need to ask Bryce. Yes, this is your baby."

I was stunned to say the least. What the fuck did I do? I got my little sister pregnant. What the fuck was I thinking?

"Are you okay Squirt?"

"I'm fine Bryce. I can tell you're shocked. I should have called you myself and told you and not let mom tell you. But I am okay Bryce. I want this child. I'm not asking you to do anything. I can raise our child on my own."

I shook my head, "What? What are you talking about?" I said a little sharply

"I know you have Christa and the boys. I don't expect you..."

I cut her off before she could finish.

"Georgy, don't you ever think that I won't be there for you with OUR baby. If you plan on going through with the pregnancy and keeping our baby, I am going to do whatever I am able to help you. I will send you financial support. I will come to Tennessee as often as I am able. I will FaceTime with you as much as I can."

The phone was quiet.

"Georgy?" I said questioningly not knowing if she was still there or not.

I heard a sniff and that's when I realized she was crying.

"Don't cry baby. Please don't cry," I plead with her.

"I didn't know," she said between sobs.

"I didn't think you would want the baby," she said sniffing.

"You listen to me," I told her.

"I'm not going anywhere. I am going to be there for you and our child in whatever capacity I can be. I'm going to be there in the delivery room with you, holding your hand when our child comes into the world. Do you hear me Georgy? Are you listening?"

"Yes," she said quietly.

I took a deep breath. My world was about to be turned upside down. But I was going to be there for her, god damnit. She didn't deserve to have this happen to her.

She promised she would FaceTime me when she went to her next OB appointment.

After we hung up I stayed out on the deck for a while collecting my thoughts. Christa came out and pulled me into a hug.

"What's wrong babe?" she asked.

"Is it hard for you to admit that your baby sister isn't a baby anymore?" she said teasingly.

I realized how she was taking my silence. She thought that I was having a difficult time accepting that Georgy was a grown woman. No one knew better than I did that Georgy was a grown woman. I knew every inch of her body. I knew how to make her cum with my fingers, my tongue, and my cock. I was fully accepting of the fact she was a woman. But if Christa wanted to believe that's what I was struggling with, I would let her. She could never learn that the baby inside Georgy is mine.

"Yeah," I replied to her.

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With Christa's work schedule being as is, I was able to talk with Georgy on most nights. I worked away from home on the days of her OB appointments and she would FaceTime me for those. Tears welled up in my eyes the first time I saw Georgy on Facetime laying down as they gelled her stomach up to do the ultrasound. She clearly had a baby bump. Our baby. I was scared because I had no idea what birth defects could possibly arise with us being brother and sister.

"Listen," she said to me.

I listened and I heard the whoosh whoosh of our baby's heartbeat on the monitor. I knew the sound because of having the boys. But this was different. This was very different, and I broke down and cried after Georgy and I hung up.

I couldn't believe it. I was 40 years old. I already had two boys ages 11 and 9. I was about to become a father to a newborn. Georgy told me she had chosen not to learn the sex because I couldn't be there for it. She wanted it to be a surprise to both of us in the delivery room. She told me that her OB doctor didn't know I was her brother so it would be fine for me to be in there. The baby was due in February of next year.

It felt like November and Thanksgiving would never get here. But they eventually did, and Christa and I packed up the boys and headed to the airport.

Our plane landed around 5:30 that evening. We picked up the rental car and made our way to mom and dad's.

I was surprised when we got there that Georgy wasn't there.

"She got her own apartment," mom said cheerily.

"She's preparing for the baby. You ought to see what she's done with the second bedroom," mom continued.

"She knows you all are coming though, and she should be here in about an hour."

Christa busied herself helping my mom and I went outside to visit with my dad.

"Hey dad," I said as I walked up to him. He was almost 70.

He smiled at me, "Hey Bryce. How was the flight?"

"Uneventful," I chuckled.

Dad and I talked and eventually the conversation made it around to Georgy's pregnancy. I was surprised my parents were taking it as well as they were considering Georgy wasn't married and she had just obtained her teaching certification for the state a few weeks ago.

"She told your mama and I that we don't know the father. Its some guy she went to school with at UNC. She said that he's going to be there for the birth, but she won't bring him around us for some reason."

I tensed up. I knew how that must make my parents feel. Georgy never left them out of the loop where she was concerned. She was their unexpected surprise child. She was their baby, and a girl at that.

I tried to alleviate my father's concern.

"Maybe she is just waiting to see if he's going to stick around AFTER the baby gets here before she brings him around, " I offered.

"Perhaps," my dad conceded.

Conversation, thankfully, drifted away from Georgy and on to college sports.

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When Georgy got to the house she was glowing. There was a light in her eyes and she honestly looked happier than I could ever recall her being. Christa noticed it too.

"I think pregnancy looks good on her," Christa said.

I smiled, "Yeah, she does look good doesn't she?" I admitted.

"Are you two talking about me," Georgy smiled as she came up to me and Christa.

"We were just commenting on how good you look," Christa told her.

"You're going to make a wonderful mother Georgy," Christa gushed.

Georgy smiled even brighter as she embraced Christa.

"Do you mind if I steal my big brother for about an hour? I want to take him to my new apartment and show it to him. Not to mention, I need someone around to help me put the crib together," she laughed as she said it.

"Get out of here," Christa laughed.

"Go help your sister big brother."

Georgy elected to drive. All I could do was stare at her baby bump while she drove. When we got to her apartment, she grabbed me by the hand and took me in the front door. Once in the apartment, I dropped down on my knees before her, lifted her blouse up and kissed her stomach. I rested my head against it. Georgy's hands caressed my head. I finally stood up and took her in my arms and kissed her.

She gave me a tour of the apartment. It was a good sized apartment. The baby's room was done up neutral. She said she would adapt it more personally once the baby was born and we knew its gender.

She and I had already spoken about the baby's name. If it was a boy, his name was going to be Henry Bryson (after our grandfather and me), and if it was a girl her name would be Gabrielle Marie. I secretly wanted a girl. I already had two boys.

After we put the crib together, Georgy called mom and asked her if she needed anything before we returned to the house. As it would have it, mom needed a few more things for Thanksgiving dinner. Georgy winked at me as she said goodbye to mom.

"What's that for?" I asked.

"Because," she said as she began to pull her maternity top up and over her head.

"It gives us time before we have to get back to the house. I'll tell mom we had to look around at a few stores to find everything. You know how it is the day before Thanksgiving. The stores are closing at 9 tonight, so we have a little time."

I watched in amazement as Georgy undressed in front of me. If I thought she was beautiful before, she was stunning now. She glowed. She was six months along now and everything was healthy with the baby so far. Her breasts had filled out more with the pregnancy and her hips had widened. She was shapely for as slender as she had been, but now her hips were damn sexy, and I wanted to fuck her pregnant or not.

I stripped and laid down flat on my back on her bed. She straddled herself on top of me and I groaned as I felt her warm wetness take my cock inside her. She was even tighter than normal if that is even possible. I reached up and began to knead her breasts as Georgy began to raise herself up and down my shaft. I wanted her to control the tempo as I didn't know what she could stand being at this stage of her pregnancy.

Georgy flipped her head back and closed her eyes as she began to push herself down harder on me. I could feel how deep I was inside her. Her long blonde hair hung down her back and made her almost look angelic.

When her legs got tired I helped her off of me. She turned over and got on all fours. I got behind her and positioned my cock and entered her once again. Holding on to her hips I began to drive my cock into her hard. My hips slammed against her ass. She moaned loudly. I was breathing heavy and I groaned with immense pleasure each time I slid in and out.

"Fuck me Bryce!" she cried out.

Whoa, where did this sexy beast come from? She'd never been THAT vocal in sex before and I loved it!

"My little minx, what a dirty mouth you have. I think I'm going to have to fuck the hell out of you for that," I growled at her.

I gripped her tighter and began to repeatedly thrust forcefully into her. Her body rocked back and forth against mine. I reached forward and grabbed a whole handful of her long blonde hair and pulled her head back towards me as my hips slapped the fullness of her ass.

"Who's pussy is this? I demanded of her.

"Yours" she said breathlessly.

"I can't hear you! Who does this pussy belong to? I asked her again.

"Yours Bryce, yours!" she cried out louder.

With one hand I slapped her ass cheek.

She cried out.

I'm yours Bryce, all yours!"

I could feel the buildup inside me. I was going to explode.

I let go of her hair and gripped her hips tightly as I drove into her repeatedly.

"Fuuuckkkkkkkkkk.." my voice went shrill on me while my hips started spasming violently. I was cumming and a lot at that.

I held onto her hips as my orgasm began to subside. I was breathing hard.

I pulled out of her and helped her ease herself over and on to her back. She was breathing hard.

"Are you okay baby?" I asked her.

She shook her head as she caught her breath. She smiled at me.

"I don't think I could be any better Bryce."

I sat down beside her and wrapped my arm around her pulling her closer.

"Care to elaborate?" I asked her.

She sat quietly for a moment before she began

"I told you before Bryce, I developed a crush on you when I was twelve. By the time I was 18 I was in love with you. I wanted to be the one you woke up with and slept beside at night. I wanted to be the one who carried your children. I wanted to be the one who took care of you."

I listened, intrigued as she spoke.

"I'm pregnant with your child. I'm carrying your child. I never in a million years thought that would happen. I wanted it, but doubted it would ever come to pass. Yet, here I am, and here we are. I am just happy.

"May I ask you something?" I said to her.

"Of course,"

"When we spent the week together after graduation, were you on birth control still?"

There was a lengthy silence before she replied, "No."

I nodded my head realizing that Georgy hadn't "just" got pregnant. She knew she could get pregnant and as many times as we had sex it was inevitable. I couldn't be upset though. I never thought to ask. I had just assumed. But as I looked at her very pregnant belly I didn't regret it. We were having a baby and it made her happy.

I cupped her face between my hands, and pressed a tender kiss on her forehead, then on her nose, and finally I brought my mouth to hers.

"I love you Squirt."

She smiled broadly, "I know you do."

We cleaned up and left her apartment. We found what mom wanted at the store and then drove to mom and dad's. When we got back to the house Christa was in the kitchen helping mom and the boys were hanging out with dad. I came into the kitchen and set the bags down.

"What took so long?" mom asked.

Georgy came in and saved me from having to answer.

"We had to drive around to a few different stores. So much stuff is sold out and the lines were horrendous," she said believably.

No more was said on the matter and I excused myself to go hang out with dad and the boys.

We had a great Thanksgiving with my parents and Georgy. We were going to be returning to Denver on Monday, so mom decided to throw a joint birthday party for me and Georgy on Sunday. My birthday was coming up the following week and Georgy's birthday was the week before Christmas. Since we wouldn't be together again before Christmas, mom baked a cake and celebrated our birthdays together. She made two cakes. On one cake she had two candles. One shaped like a two and the other like a four. On my cake she had a candle shaped like a four and the other like a one. Before we could blow the candles out, Christa told us both to make a wish. I don't know what Georgy wished for, but I wished for a healthy delivery of our baby and that I would be there for it. Of course, I didn't share my wish out loud.

Georgy and I didn't have an opportunity again to be alone before we returned to Denver. I promised her though before I left that I would be there to hold her hand when she brought our child into the world.

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It took some fenagling with Christa, but 3 months later I was in Tennessee. Georgy went into labor two days after I got there. I was at her apartment with her, so I drove her to the hospital. I called mom and dad when we got there and told them that Georgy was in labor.

"Please keep us updated Bryson," my mother instructed me.

"I will mom, I promise."

I came back into the room and stood by the bed. Georgy's contractions were coming regularly, and she was already dilated to 6. I couldn't believe the strength she had. She was electing to have our child naturally with no painkillers. I saw what Christa went through with painkillers. So when the time came I held her hand and she squeezed so hard I thought I would lose circulation to my hand.

"You can do it sweetheart, you got this," I encouraged her

"That it dad, keep supporting her," her doctor said to me

Finally the doctor instructed Georgy to push

"Puuushhhhh"

Georgy cried out loudly as she pushed

"Alright, let's do it again, inhale for me Georgy and then push as you exhale. Count to 3 for her dad as she exhales," the doctor coached us both.

Georgy inhaled again

"Puuushhhh Georgy," the doctor told her again

"1 -2 -3," I said to her as she pushed to my count.

"That's it, that's it Georgy," the doctor said excitedly

"Last one for me, c'mon Georgy," the doctor encouraged.

I leaned in close and said to her quietly, "you're doing wonderful babe, one more push and our child will be here. You can do this, I'm right here".

Georgy inhaled again, her hair was drenched in sweat and sweat dripped from her forehead.

"Aaahhhhhhhhh" she screamed out as she pushed.

Her head collapsed back on to the pillow, her chest heaving and seconds later we heard the first cry of our baby. Georgy was crying. I was crying.

"Would you like to do the honors and cut the cord dad?" the doctor asked me.

As I came around and the doctor handed me the clamp to cinch the cord before it was cut, the doctor said to me, "meet your daughter dad."

My eyes welled with tears, "It's a girl?"

"Yep," the doctor said

Georgy raised her head and looked at me. Our eyes held.

The doctor ended up cutting the cord. After she was cleaned up they handed the baby to me. I brought her over to Georgy and laid her on Georgy's chest. She was beautiful.

Standing at the foot of the bed, the doctor looked at me and Georgy. "What's her name mom and dad?"

I looked at the doctor, "Her name is Gabrielle Marie McCallum."

"A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Congratulations mom and dad."

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It took a while, but we were finally alone in Georgy's hospital room. Gabrielle lay sleeping on Georgy's chest. She had taken to nursing right off the bat. Watching Georgy feed her for the first time was something I am never going to forget.

I leaned over the bed and kissed Georgy.

"I am so proud of you. You are so incredibly strong. I love you so much Georgy. Thank you." I whispered to her.

"What are you saying thank you for?" she laughed as she asked

"For our daughter. You gave me a daughter. You made me a father again." I was overcome with emotion.

After getting myself composed I first called mom and dad, and then called Christa. I didn't tell Christa I was in the delivery room, but I did say I was the one who took Georgy to the hospital. Christa wanted to speak to Georgy. I don't know what they spoke about, but after she got off the phone the boys wanted to speak to their aunt. Georgy was tired after she got off the phone. I took Gabrielle from her so she could sleep.

While Georgy slept, I sat down in the chair by her bed and held Gabrielle in my arms. I unfolded the blanket from around her and looked at her tiny little fingers. Her hair was sandy blonde like mine. She has a light tuft of it. Her face was shaped like Georgy, but her little nose was clearly mine. I could see both of us in her already.

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Georgy and Gabrielle were discharged the following day. I had already strapped the car seat into the back seat of Georgy's car. The nurse wheeled Georgy out in a wheelchair. I took Gabrielle from Georgy and placed her securely in her car seat. Then I assisted Georgy into the car. I got into the car and drove back to Georgy's apartment. Mom and dad were already there.

No one was more surprised than I was when I watched my father Jerry McCallum tear up as I handed him his granddaughter. He stared at her in awe. Mom was fussing over Georgy making sure she was taken care of.

I was already feeling anxiety knowing I was not going to want to leave. How was I going to get on a plane in a few days and leave Georgy and my newborn daughter?

Mom broke me out of my thoughts when she said to me, "your grandmother wants to see Gabrielle. Before you leave would you mind driving Georgy and the baby over there for her to see?"