O Mother Dear (Part XXI - Val)

All participants are 18+ years old. It's New Year's Eve Day and "America The Beautiful" is a faithful friend.

(The backstories "referenced" by Val's letters may be found in Misha Pearl's poems: Mary Had A Little Cunt; and Cynthia Faced Summer School; Both previously published on Literotica.)

With five newborn, between the two,
'Twas easy to forget
Cherry and Pearl, while women, true,
Were hardly grown up yet.
O Mother Dear! O Mother Dear!
Youth enjoys excitement
So I'll stay home and let them roam
On New Year's Eve with Kent!

The siblings thought it would be grand:
A night out on the town
Free from any infant's demand,
They could just fool around!
O Brother Dear! O Father Dear!
You're generous and kind
We shall desport, romp and cavort
While knowing you don't mind!

The Jewel inquired, "What of me?
Aren't I still the au pair?"
I pulled her, to sit on my knee,
Facing me in my chair.
O Jewel, My Dear! O Jewel, My Dear!
Not on this holiday!
I kissed her pout, to remove doubt,
She, too, would join their play.

The others left to bathe and dress
But Jewel inched closer yet.
She smiled and winked and I could guess
Her cunt was getting wet.
O Brother Dear! O Brother Dear!
Your cock is getting thick!
Just shift around as I pull down
Your jeans and free your dick.

Jewel found what she eagerly sought
And closed her mouth on it
And, as she sucked what she had caught,
Precum formed on its slit.
O Jewel, My Dear! O Jewel, My Dear!
Your mouth is soft and warm.
You coax my dick with each sweet lick
To come a raging storm!

Jewel paused then, to take off her dress,
Her bra and her panties.
Although this gave my cock a rest,
It also was a tease!
O Brother, Dear! O Brother, Dear!
There's sweat upon your brow.
This time you'll pop 'cause I won't stop,
I'm ready, take me now!

Jewel raised herself in a half-squat;
As she dropped down, I thrust!
Now, firmly fixed within her twat,
We exorcised our lust!
O Mother Dear! O Mother Dear!
Happy, that Christmas morn
When you slept in and I crept in,
So that Jewel could be born!

The kids were out; The babes a-bed;
I was reading a book.
I heard a noise out by the shed
and went to take a look.
O Mother Dear! O Mother Dear!
Imagine my dismay!
For there Val stood, beside the wood,
Wondering could I play?

Sweet happenstance to be alone
With this brunette again.
When I said, "Yes," her bright eyes shone!
We went into the den.
O Arthur Dear! O Arthur Dear!
I know it's impromptu:
Our histories are mysteries
I want to share with you.

"Our moms both went to the same school.
Each took math from your dad.
He also fucked them after school.
We are the kids they had.
So, Arthur Dear! My Arthur Dear!
You are my half-brother:
The same sire lit our fire
with a different mother!

"Cynthia was my mother's name.
She gave me up at birth.
Her folks tried to avoid the shame
And moved away to Perth.
O Arthur Dear! My Brother Dear!
It seems farfetched, and yet,
I know it's true and I knew you
The moment that we met!

I brought a pack of letters here.
I found them in a chest.
The references are very clear
when they're put to a test.
O Arthur Dear! O Brother Dear!
I hope that you agree:
Although we've found we are blood-bound
This stays with you and me!"

I reassured Val with a hug,
I held her close and squeezed.
I felt an old familiar tug
And awkward tensions eased.
O Val, My Dear! My Sister Dear!
You need not be concerned.
I don't foresee any, but we,
should know this truth you've learned.

Val smiled as her tears left streaks
and hungrily we kissed!
I used my thumbs to blot her cheeks
And Val began to twist.
O Arthur Dear! O Arthur Dear!
She lightly bit my lip!
I felt her hand at my waistband
Unbuckle and unzip.

My own fingers were active, too,
With both Val's blouse and skirt.
I felt her cunt, now damp with dew;
Her nipples were alert!
O Val My Dear! O Val My Dear!
My half-sister, indeed!
My duty lies between your thighs,
To satisfy your need!

I snapped her bra clasp like a thief,
Spilling the gems within.
Dark areoles in bas-relief
swelled from her creamy skin.
O Sister Dear! O Sister Dear!
How ripe your berries are!
As plump and big as any fig,
They look sweeter by far!

I pulled her nipples with my teeth
And Val began to moan.
My hand explored her open sheath
Where I would hide my bone!
O Arthur Dear! O Arthur Dear!
My cycle time is right.
Don't hesitate, my eggs await,
Make me pregnant tonight!

That I'd fulfill, I had no fears,
Val didn't need to beg.
I'd proved for the past twenty years
My sperm could find an egg!
O Mother Dear! O Mother Dear!
Our night was O, so fine!
I sent my best into Val's nest
For Love and Auld Lang Syne!