Gothic Persuasion Ch. 03 - Finale

"Oh god! Fuck!" Angel cried out.

I fucked her harder, and faster. My breathing matched the motion, and I was giving in to my primal lust with every passing moment, and I knew exactly how this was going to end. I wanted it. I wanted her.

"Are you close?" Angel said.

"Fuck yeah I am," I said.

I stuffed my cock into her one last time before feeling it spray my seed into her. At the same time, I could feel her cunt contract again, seemingly in time with each of my spurts of cum. She moaned, and trembled in delight, both of us lost in the moment, but committed to our actions.

After the bliss subsided, and she'd been in the position for a few minutes, I pulled out of her, and she let her legs rest on the couch, after removing the cushion. There wasn't a single drop of my cum leaking out of her, which only made me nervous at the time. I ignored the feeling, and admired her body as she laid there, smirking at me while she rubbed her C-sized tits.

Life was good. By the time Christmas came, Angel and I had fucked well over fifty times. I'd give an actual number but honestly, I lost count halfway through December. Christmas morning wasn't awkward, like I'd expected it to be, in fact, our parents grew supportive of what we were doing. It came as a shock to me when they asked if we'd thought about having kids of our own. I guess even the most stubborn skeptic has to accept that people have choices in their lives, and should be free to make them.

When the gifts were all handed out, Angel gave me one that I thought might be a watch or something; small long box with a red bow on it. I opened it as mom and dad watched to see what it was, and inside was a pregnancy test. It read positive. Angel simply smirked at me, and I felt my heart skip a beat.

Things would be very different from now on, and I knew it then and there. That's the biggest part of this situation that I'm still not completely sure about. Sure, it's easy to cave to desires when you're horny. It's easy in the heat of the moment to say 'Yeah, I'd knock her up,' but the reality is it changes your life, and the aftermath is always the part that hits you the hardest, especially when you make the decision in a haze of hormones and lust.

Angel and I stopped fighting as much, and in the process of developing a closeness not many siblings have, we created a new life. Kinda fucked up, according to society, but kind of amazing too.