Curl up next to Sam
From Torg Adventure
Well, it is your bed after all. You carefully climb into bed behind Sam, so that her body is spooned up against hers. Instinctively, she wriggles her naked body back up against yours, still sound asleep. You pull a sheet up over your bodies so that neither of you will get a chill.
Despite her tears earlier, Sam is sleeping contentedly now, although her hand is still over her stomach. You carefully slide your own hand between hers and her belly. Sam accepts it's presence easily enough, without causing a stir or anything from her, other than her hand squeezing the back of yours a little.
Her stomach is still as flat and taut as it has always been, but you find yourself imagining what might be going on just a few inches under your fingers. Is there already a fertilized egg, making it's way to it's resting spot in her womb? Or is it already there? You very much wanted to believe that your words about your sister being pregnant were true, even if they did draw a strong emotional reaction from Sam. Even though she cried over the idea, you know she had to know the risks when she continued having sex with you without protection. Sure, you had ruined the condoms before they got used, rendering them useless, but Sam did not know that. She had insisted on them at the beginning, and been afraid of getting impregnated from before you had even taken her virginity. She had to know what would happen when she stopped making you use a rubber.
You had realized what Sam kept denying to herself though. In reality, she wanted to be pregnant just as much as you wanted to impregnate her. The way her body responded every time the subject of pregnancy came up. The rationalizations she kept making for having sex with you in the first place, and then for not using protection. Her reserved nature in all matters sexual kept her in a state of denial. You had impulsively called her out on her self-delusion though, right when she was most vulnerable, making her face it head on. Her mind now had to reconcile all of this for her, perhaps while she slept here next to you. And when she awoke, you would be here.
You rub her stomach gently with your hand. Sam murmurs softly, and nestles up closer against you. You gently brush the hair away from her ear, and whisper "Baby" into it. Her hand squeezes yours a little tighter over her belly, and she sighs softly, but in a happy way. Content as well, you let yourself fall asleep.
You're awoken by Sam's fingers lightly tracing over your hand as it still protectively covers her stomach. You can tell that it's much later. You can detect the barest hint of a coming dawn from the open window. Time for both of you to have gotten a good night's rest.
"Max?" Sam seems to have realized that you are now awake, although she keeps her voice low.
"I'm here, Sam," you reply, giving her a reassuring kiss on her shoulder.
"You were here all night." Sam lays her hand back over yours now, stroking it with hers. "Keeping me safe." She pauses for a moment. "Keeping our baby safe." Her voice is calm when she says it, even if it did take her some courage to get it out.
"You're pregnant then?"
"Probably. I mean, we've done it enough, haven't we?" She lets go off your hand, then reaches behind her to grab your penis. "You've used this thing to fill me up with your sperm enough times, when my body is most receptive. And fertility has never been a problem in our family."
She keeps her hand on your cock, not moving it. The feel of her grasp is more than enough to get you excited, combined with talk of the likelihood of her pregnancy.
"It will still be a while before I can test for it though, I think," she muses. "And long after that before I begin to show, and we need to worry about... other stuff. People with questions. Awkward questions."
Sam turns just a little, so she can look over her shoulder at you. "Can you get that into me from there? Or should I turn around?" Her hand grows a little tighter on your cock for emphasis.
"We'll manage, Sam," you tell her, meaning more than just the immediate question. She squeezes your cock again one more time, then lets go, turning back onto her side fully. It's not the best position for making love in, or at least you've never tried it before, but you make do. Sam gasps as she feels herself penetrated from behind, her fingers going down between her legs to doubly verify that you've made it into her.
You're very gentle this time, because that's what the occasion seems to call for. You slide in and out of her with a gentle rhythmic action, while she carefully meets your thrusts and undulates her hips back against you.
Sam's breath quickens. "I sleep best now when I'm full of your seed," she says, a bashful tone in her voice. "Even when you were still using the condoms, I slept better afterwards. I don't know why." In the dark, you can see from how her hand is positioned that she is touching her stomach again as you pump into her from behind. "But with the baby, it will be like I'm carrying a piece of you inside me every night."
"I can do this for you every night, if you want." You can't think of any better way to send your sister off to sleep.
Sam laughs. "I know you can." A moan escapes her mouth. "I hope you will..." She moans again. "A little harder now, Max. Please."
You happily oblige, although it's still the gentlest you've ever fucked her. It's still more than enough to do job though. You're moving towards climax, and you know Sam's reactions well enough by now to know she is too.
"I'm going to come soon, Max," Sam whimpers softly, confirming what you already sensed. "But it always makes it better when you say those words, even if I didn't want to hear them at first..."
"You like to be called a slut?" Your voice is teasing. Not in the way of brother and sister. The time for that is long past, although that bond can never be broken. But this is in way that only two lovers can share.
"God yes, Max," Sam groans. "Keep saying it. And the other words, too."
"You mean pregnant slut?" On cue, Sam's pussy squeezes involuntarily around your cock.
"More, Max, please," she begs. "I'm almost there."
"Your brother's pregnant slut, carrying his baby around in your tight little womb," you tell her, getting off on the words as well. "And soon your belly will be fat with his child. Your incestual little secret."
Sam's pussy started twitching around you even more as you speak each word, until finally it turns into an out of control spasm as she comes. Your cock has never had much luck resisting against a woman's pussy when she's cumming, and this time is no exception. You pull her body back tightly against yours as you fill her again with your cum. Maybe it's the position, or maybe it's Sam realization of what she really wants, but your cum seems to go even deeper into her this time than ever before.
You stay inside her afterwards, because that's the best way you have to stay close to her. Sam shows in interest in moving off of you either, instead just lying there quietly. There's no tears this time, only enjoying the calm after the love-making.
Finally, Sam holds up a hand to shield her eyes against the first ray of sunlight shining in through the window. "Stupid sun," she grumbles. "I wish I could spend the next few hours with you here just like this, Max. But I should get back to my room before someone realizes I didn't spend the night there."
She's right, as usual. Neither of you wanted to arouse any suspicion at this time, as they would just get in the way of both of your plans for the future. And now, those plans seemed to be more fully aligned than ever. Sam was a more than willing participant in your plan to knock her up, in spite of the work needed on your part to get her this far.
You gently withdraw from her wet pussy. Sam rolls over and kisses you softly on the lips, and then with obvious reluctance gets out of the bed. Moving to the window, she pulls the shade, bringing relative darkness to the room again.
"It's still early, Max," she tells you. "You get some sleep. I'll crawl into my bed too for a catnap, then head out for my morning run."
She grabs the sweatshirt she wore last night and pulls it on, then looks down at the panties on the floor. With a impish grin, she kicks them up onto the bed, where they land in front of you.
"Keep this, Max," she says, biting her lip. "Maybe I just won't wear any when you're around." Sam then opens the door quietly, then moves outside with cat-like grace, shutting it carefully behind her.
What happens next? Sleep, interrupted or otherwise, or an uneventful day?
