"Sister"ly Love

"Sister"ly Love

"Sam--" Maddie begged, eyes wide, drinking in the vision of masculine beauty on top of her, shining with exertion in the lamplight. "Sam, don't do this." "Don't call me that," he hissed. "Sam was your sister. Whether or not I have a cock tomorrow, I am not your sister anymore." That scared Maddie more than anything else she'd heard that night. "Then... what... what do I call you?" He had no name in mind. That would require far more consideration. But a placeholder did occur to him, and he grinned. "You can call me daddy," he decided. Maddie could hardly recognize him, but at the same time, she saw how he was more assuredly himself than that person she'd called her sister ever was. "But-- but you're my--" "I'm your brother," he supplied, certain of it. "But I take good care of you, don't I? And I'll be our baby's dad, after all. Come on. Say it." "I don't--" His thumb found her clit and pressed down, the intensity of his thrusts providing a jostling, jerking movement. "Say it," he demanded, "so we can both come." Maddie whined, biting her lip, wanting to resist but wanting even more to give in. Feeling her orgasm loom like a receding wave preparing to crash, Maddie moaned, "Fuck, oh God, daddy, please, daddy!" His balls drew tight, he fell forward, licking lewdly into her mouth until she captured his tongue and sucked on it, and he came. Thick, molten ropes splashed against his sister's cervix. There was so much, it felt like releasing a lifetime of spunk all at once, making up for all those years he'd spent uselessly seeking satisfaction from a clit that had never suited him. Filled to the brim with her brother, Maddie's orgasm arrived with the intensity of a forest fire. Every part of her body quivered, every muscle melting, her mind blanked as she fed her moans into his mouth, consuming his in return. This went on for minutes on end, neither willing to let go, both frightened for what might come next. Their mouths broke apart to breathe, though the softening cock of Maddie's brother remained buried deep in her cunt, not a single drop of semen escaping. "I'm sorry," he breathed, "but I had to." Maddie carded through his hair with shaking fingers, still strugging to bring her mind back online. She cleared her throat. "I think," she began, "we should talk to Triana. Tomorrow." He snaked his arms around her waist, squeezing her against him like she might vanish. He said, "If I stay like this... I don't think she could turn me back. And I wouldn't want her to." Maddie hugged him tight in return. "I wouldn't either," she assured him. "But your sperm didn't exist an hour ago. I've never heard of a baby conceived with magic like this. I want it to be healthy." He pulled away, searching her eyes for proof that she meant what she'd said. Maddie smiled, leaned up, and kissed him, earnest and soft. He came inside her twice more that night. <><><> Triana walked through the apartment complex, trying to find the right building number. The balmy, late-summer sun had her sweating in her layers of black, though her parisole at least saved her from squinting in the light. "Triana!" called a low, resonant voice from behind her. She turned to see a familiar face, happier than she'd ever seen it, grinning and waving framed by shiny blond waves. "Eric!" called back, the name still new but undeniably suitable. Rushing towards him, she said, "Honey, you look delectable!" He laughed, but only in joy, not the least bit shy in his body or the clothes that finally fit his frame. "Come on, you look like you're melting," he teased. From the door behind him stepped a gleaming Maddie, shining and endlessly happy, her fingers stained with ink, her cheeks pink, her belly round.