Twice Forbidden Ch. 04

He put his hand on my midsection. "You remember I told you I don't have any kids? Well, I also told you I don't have a sister, and it's true in the same way."

I thought I was going to cry. "Oh, God, I'm so sorry. You lost a child? I knew someone who-"

Jerry put his hands up. "No! Okay, that's my fault. I'm sorry, I don't mean exactly the same way. I only meant that I had a daughter, and now I don't have one."

"What did you do? No, that's not right. I can't imagine you doing anything that would harm your family. What did she do? Knowing your age, she can't even be my age."

"She is your age," Jerry said. When I didn't say anything, he continued. "Jenna told people she didn't know who your father is. She lied."

"Wait, why are you talking about my mother now?"

"She was lying to protect your father for sure, and maybe herself too."

"What are you saying?" I think I already knew, but I couldn't bring myself to say it.

Jerry imitated the sound of a respirator. "Luke ..." he said in a deep voice.

I'd seen the original Star Wars trilogy, just IV-VI, not the sequels or prequels. My mom gave my dad the 50th anniversary edition for his birthday. It was the last movie we bought on Blu-Ray before the USB format took over. I wanted to be close to my dad, so we watched the whole thing together. Even if I hadn't, I'm pretty sure I would have gotten the reference. "No!" I said.

Still in the deep voice, he said, "Search your heart. You know it to be true."

I lay back and let this sink in. "My parents are brother and sister. And I've been having sex with my father, and I'm so in love with him that I want to have his baby. Who would be his grandchild. All of this on my birthday."

"We only had unprotected sex once."

"Unprotected. So you had sex more than once?"

"Oh, yeah. We didn't stop until late in the pregnancy. We started by teasing each other. If we'd actually just decided that we wanted to do it, we probably would have been protected the first time. But she had underwear on, and I was just trying to dry-hump her when I accidentally pushed the fabric aside and slipped inside her. We didn't regret it. After I came, she got on top of me and rode me until I came a second time. Nine months later, you were born."

"I've had a wonderful life," I protested. "You shouldn't regret that."

"You are not my regret. In the months after you were born, Jenna cried a lot. She was never clinically diagnosed as depressed, but she felt like she'd messed up her own life, yours and mine. Seeing her that sad tore me apart. To anyone else, I was just overly sympathetic to my sister, but I knew that it was my fault. That's why I can't stand the thought of causing an unplanned pregnancy."

He sounded like he might cry. I put his head to my shoulder and told him, "It's okay. I still love you, Unc-Dad-"

"Keep calling me Jerry," he said. "I haven't earned the right to be called Uncle, let alone Daddy."

"Jerry, I love you even more than I did before because you actually care what happens." For the next few minutes, we kissed through our tears.

After we both calmed down, Jerry got up and started putting his clothes on. I don't know if he was being completely insensitive or just clueless, but he held up the ice cream carton, which was dripping, and asked, "Want some more ice cream?" I laughed. "I blew it, didn't I?"

"No, it's just ... I didn't think about this earlier, but I've never had ice cream on my birthday. My dad's lactose intolerant, so we just did without rather than trying to accommodate him."

"That's too bad," he said.

"No, don't you see? He's my dad. You're not my dad, and Jenna's not my mom. My mom and dad are the ones who raised me. Nothing that you've told me changes that."

"You're not mad that I didn't tell you?"

"Maybe I should be, but I feel like I know you well enough to assume that you thought you were being kind. You're the same man I fell in love as soon as I came to St. Regis. The only thing that's changed is that I know whom to ask if I ever need a kidney transplant." He smiled when I said this. "Yeah, I'll have that ice cream now."

I ordered a room movie. Rather than avoid the topic, I chose a supposed incest movie. Bio-Dad and I laughed at the casting. It was so bad that we both continued eating our dessert while we watched. The "father" and "daughter" looked nothing alike apart from both being northern-European, but the father barely looked 30, and they ran the standard disclaimer about the participants being of legal age, so you can do the math. It was your standard "punished for bad grades with sex" plot. I asked rhetorically, "You expect me to believe a dad who goes the entire length of a movie without making a stupid joke?" At least they were good at fucking and sucking. The sex was good enough and the acting bad enough that when the movie was over, Jerry and I did something that seems metaphysically impossible. This father and daughter role-played being a father and daughter. I added something new to the script, though. We'd put the ice cream away but not the toppings. I grabbed the whipped cream, lay on my back and sprayed my nipples and my pussy with it. Jerry picked up some cherries and placed them over my nipples. He handed one to me, and I put it over my pussy lips. (Since they were covered in whipped cream, I knew where they were.) "Get my cell phone and take a picture," I told him.

"Really?"

"Just make sure it's only my torso." He did. "I'm going to post this on the incest site when we get home." (I don't have any tattoos to identify me.)

"Well, in that case, we should do one more thing." He picked up a plastic knife. He picked up the cherry that was on my pussy, keeping it over the whipped cream, and cut it open. He made sure the juice flowed over the whipped cream and photographed only that area. "Now you can tell them your daddy popped your cherry."

"You nasty daddy," I purred.

I thought Jerry was going to fuck me right then, but he had different ideas. He sprayed the whipped cream on his cock and set next to me. I gently nudged his head down so he could lick cream off my tits, setting the cherries aside. Then I bent down to return the favor. I didn't lick it all, only enough that I could find his cock head. I took only the exposed part of his dick into my mouth. Once it was in, I opened a little wider and took a little more in. This didn't clear his shaft of cream, so I licked off the part that I'd just taken in. I did this a few more times until I'd taken him as far in as I could. When I'd gotten about half of it, he moved us onto our sides. He didn't just dive into my pussy, though. He got rid of the sliced cherry. He took one of the cherries that had been on my nipples and caressed my pussy lips with the cherry's smooth skin. He licked the area around my lips first, rubbing my clit with the cherry, and then teasing my pussy hairs with the stem. When the lips were the only thing still covered in cream, he cleared it in one lap, made a "v" with his tongue and dragged it down between my engorged pussy lips. "I didn't think you could taste any sweeter," he said.

"The cream, the cherry and your pre-cum are a sexy combination of sweet and salty," I added. I rubbed the very tip. "I'm looking at this and realizing that 23 years and 9 months ago, I was shot out of here. Well, half my DNA was, anyway. I imagine it's even more surreal for mothers and sons." I felt the whipped cream slipping into my pussy and bucked my hips. Jerry pulled me back and ate me ferociously. As much as I usually like his tongue inside me, I pushed him away and told him, "I'm ready." I got on my back and put my hands on my nipples, which still had some cream on them.

Jerry got up in front of me. Before he brought himself down, he asked, "You're really okay with this?"

I couldn't even joke about it. "Yes. I love you, and making love with you is the only thing I want to do on my birthday." He found my pussy with his cock and moved in. The whipped cream made it more difficult, but I didn't care. In fact, savoring the view of my man looking at me with his loving eyes while our bodies became one made it even more sensual. "Oh, honey, I love you." He thrust inside me, forcing me to pause before I could repeat, "I love you so much. I want you so badly." When he was going really fast, I managed to tell him, "I never want this to end."

"Neither do I," he grunted. My mind raced. For once, I managed to keep my mouth shut. I was talking about the weekend, but I realized I meant being with him. We could be together geographically as long as I stayed at St. Regis, but what would happen after that? There was a state college and a community college in the area where I could teach once I graduated, but there had been such an upturn in the number of degrees in the sciences that those had become very competitive. Then I started to worry that Dr. Brownstreet wouldn't be as understanding as we had assumed. I blurted out, "I don't care!"

Jerry didn't stop thrusting, but he slowed down. "Don't care about what?" he asked.

Apparently I hadn't said a word while I was thinking all this. "I don't care what it takes," I said. "I want to be with you."

"Good," he said, "because I'm coming."

I wrapped my legs around his. "Fill me up," I begged. "I want it all." Jerry was coming so hard that I couldn't understand what he was saying except for the syllable "preg," and I could tell he was saying it without joy. When we'd both finished coming, I told him, "I'm not sure exactly what you said, but I think this will help. I know how bad you feel about what your sister went through, so I'll tell you this plainly. You will never cause me to have an unwanted pregnancy. Do you know why that is?" He was still coming down, so all he could do was shake his head no. "Untimely, perhaps, but not unwanted, because I would love to have a baby with you ... someday." If he was relieved, it didn't show in his face. "Hey, at least I know you can get me pregnant."

"Do you know that for sure?" he asked.

"You mean, do I know if I can get pregnant?" He nodded that I understood him. "No, I've never had a reason to find out. Maybe I should."

Jerry picked up the remote. "I saw something earlier when you were choosing a movie. This might be interesting."

"What is it?" I asked.

He'd brought up the pay-per-view. "I wonder if Pink Stick Diaries means what I think."

"If this is women that are really, really pregnant, I'll pass, thanks."

He clicked the space that brought up info and read it. "Just what I thought. It's not that kind; it's couples who filmed themselves trying to get knocked up."

"It doesn't sound erotic, but it does sound interesting," I said. "Let's try it." Jerry pressed the "order now" button. I was largely correct. They looked like they were having a good time, but it didn't translate into what I usually think of as good cinematic sex. Besides the obvious lack of blow jobs and money shots, they did it in positions that couldn't easily be photographed. On the plus side, three of the four scenes had cream pie shots. The most erotic angle was when one guy lifted his hips up so you could see his wife's labia and pubic hair while he thrust in and out. As I said, it looked like they were enjoying themselves, but when the fucking is done at a relaxed pace rather than looking like a piston, it's hard to get really excited. The last couple made love standing against the wall, with the guy entering from behind. At least that allowed them a shot of cum dripping out of her, and he rubbed her pussy, presumably to get it back inside her. I guess the reason they put it last is that they faded to black and then cut to her showing him the positive test.

"Are you crying?" Jerry asked.

I wiped a tear away and said, "No, it's just dry in here."

"I may cry over spending twenty bucks to see a porn that's not very sexy."

"No, but it's ... sort of ... beautiful," I said. "Not just because the last couple made a baby, but that was a great ending. I've seen amateur porn before, but this was different. Even people who just like to fuck can make amateur porn. These were people who really love each other, and for the most part, I could actually see it in their faces or the way they held each other at the end. I've seen porn actors who were credible when they delivered their dialogue, but I've never seen one who could make me believe they felt anything." At that moment I had an uncomfortable feeling around my labia. I looked down, and I still had whipped cream down there. I looked at Jerry, and he had whipped cream too. "We should really clean ourselves off," I said.

"Yeah, even if I didn't feel sorry for the people who have to clean the sheets, that's not a healthy thing to let linger down there."

We took a shower, cleaning each other off, but not doing anything else except a little kissing. We went to bed after that. Jerry slept naked, but I put on a nightshirt and underwear that I'd packed for the occasion. Jerry had his eyes closed. Either he didn't notice or he just assumed he was feeling the sheets over us.

When I woke up, Jerry was behind me with his arm over me. He kissed my ear and caressed my side. I pulled his hand forward. I didn't direct it anywhere, but it ended up on the lower part of my boobs. He caressed them both and then moved across my belly to my pussy. His fingers landed on the spot just below my clit. He must have recognized the contours of my body, because he drew a line between my lips. He didn't seem to notice that I had panties on. He came back and rubbed my belly. "Eight months and 29 days to go," he said. I laughed and pressed his hand even harder. I pulled the hem of my shirt up, and he lowered his hand. When my underwear was exposed, he rubbed my pussy some more, but he said, "You put clothes back on. Was my performance that bad last night?"

"You were wonderful," I assured him. I thought to myself that I was glad neither of us considered our newfound relationship to be a possible reason for my clothing. "The room just isn't heated very well." He put his hand under my shirt and caressed my breasts directly. I put my hands over his to encourage him. I backed my ass up to his crotch, hoping to feel an erection. I could feel his cock, but I couldn't tell whether he was hard yet. He moved his hand down under my panties and rubbed my pussy lips. I knew I'd want his dick in there soon, but I wasn't in a hurry. "Keep doing that," I said softly.

He fingered me gently until I was moist. He pulled his fingers out and gave me a look. I knew he was asking if I wanted to fuck. I asked, "You know what I'd like? And feel free to say no."

"What?"

"Since I've got underwear on, I want you to show me what you and my mother did when you made me." He paused. "I'm sorry. Is it painful to remember?"

Jerry smiled. "It's a lot less painful now than it was at this time yesterday," he said. "I don't remember the order in which our clothes came off, but the one thing I'm sure of is that you need to take your shirt off and leave your panties on." I rolled over and he looked panicked. "Wow, you're serious about this, aren't you?" He was looking at my nightshirt.

I looked down, laughed and pulled it down. The full shirt said, "Make me late for work," but he'd pushed it up far enough that all he could see was, "Make me late." I smirked and asked, "What's your point?" Then I sat up and took it off. The panties were the only other thing I had on, and it was just a white pair, ordinary apart from never having been worn before. "She teased me a little, and I chased her into her room."

I got off the bed and ran around the room. "Catch me! Catch me!" I called out.

"You know what? I was confusing two nights. That happened earlier. It was totally worth it to see your firm breasts in the air like that, though."

"I liked it too," I told him. "Maybe I'll come over this summer and sunbathe in your back yard."

"Anyway, I was telling her how beautiful she was."

"She was?" I asked. Somehow it had never occurred to me to ask Jerry for pictures of her, or any other family members that I hadn't met yet.

"Absolutely. I literally told her that she looked like one of the models I'd seen in Sports Illustrated, and I wasn't just flattering her."

"Do I look like her?"

"Kind of," he said. "And just to put your mind at ease, there was no moment after I met you where I thought, 'Hey, she looks like my sister. I should try to shtup her.' I didn't see the resemblance until after I knew who you are. Your hair is the same color as hers, and it's almost as wavy. She also had dimples in both buttocks that I had never really thought about until I noticed that you have them too. But mainly, when I look in your eyes, I see the same love that I saw in hers, even though neither of us admitted it."

"Wait, why did you have sex if you couldn't even admit you were in love?"

"Love is funny that way. For eleven months, we told ourselves that we loved each other as brother and sister, but that we were just a convenient penis and vagina to each other. We thought that was okay, but somehow actually loving each other that way was gross." He could tell that I was looking at him quizzically. "The last time we had sex was a week before you were born, which was two weeks before you were due. Then came the six weeks where they tell women not to have sex, and for the remaining two weeks, she just wasn't up for it. There was an embarrassing incident where I thought she'd tried to kill herself, and I decided to quit while we were ahead."

"I thought you were going to say cut your losses," I noted.

"Jenna might have said that, considering how she beat herself up over things, but going through a pregnancy together brought us closer. Even though we stopped being bed-buddies, we never stopped being close, so I counted that as a net gain."

"Sounds like you beat yourself up over it too," I told him.

"Like I said, love's funny. Anyhow, back to that afternoon. We'd been teasing each other for a while, and when I was telling her how beautiful she was, I mentioned that her hips were so sexy that they made me want to get between her legs." Jerry's told me how sexy I am on multiple occasions, so I didn't feel the need to interrupt and ask if mine had the same effect. "She said she wanted it too. I don't remember how she worded it, but it was plain that at that moment she wasn't asking me to fuck her yet. She spread her thighs." I spread mine as far as I could. "Not all the way, just enough for me to get in." I brought my legs about halfway back, and Jerry knelt between them. "I started rubbing it over her underwear like this." He placed the shaft over my pussy. It was pointing a little to my left, so when he started moving in and out, he was rubbing my left labia.

"I bet she liked that," I said. It was understood that I meant, "because I'm sure enjoying it."

He did that several times until my pussy lips were engorged. "I actually did it a little better that day. I didn't know it at first, but I'd placed it dead center, and I was already rubbing the space between her lips."

"First do the other side. You can make it realistic later."

Jerry did as I asked, rubbing his shaft across my left labia for a short while and then placing it in the groove between the lips. "I did her like this for what seemed like an eternity."

"This is almost torture," I told him. "Get under my panties."

"That's what she said!" Jerry told me. He pulled back and slipped the head under the hemline on my left. I could feel his cock rubbing over my pussy at about a 20-degree angle. The bottom ridge was sexier than any palm or any sex toy I'd ever felt. "She liked it so much, she pulled the fabric off to the side so I could do it more easily." I did the same. "I was so into it that I reared back and I slipped inside her pussy."