Chapter 8

Posted: October 28, 2006 - 08:03:34 pm

The rest of our vacation was even more wonderful after Brian and I became lovers. Our days were filled with adventures with our parents, as we tried to sample everything that Central Florida had to offer. We did MGM and Universal Studios, toured the Daytona International Speedway, and swung across the state to visit Busch Gardens in Tampa. All that was terrific, but the nights my brother and I spent together were truly magical. By day we were the teenaged children of our parents; by night we were insanely in love, newly deflowered virgins. We learned about sex and how to please one another while burrowed under the covers of our king sized bed.

I wasn't the least bit sore or uncomfortable the morning after our first big night. I proved it by giving Brian a repeat performance of the night before when I had sat on top of him. After rolling on another of the condoms, I wedged him into my snug little slit and rode him until we both exploded. Sex between Brian and I was already fantastic, yet it just kept getting better. I think that our love for one another and the newness of it all accounted for that.

My mother was very pleased at the relaxed way Brian and I were relating. That we weren't bickering or disagreeing just added to the euphoria she was already feeling from my father's sudden transformation into super hubby. I think that mom and dad's hyped up relationship also kept them from noticing Brian and I, as we mimicked them every chance we had. It was a close contest between which of us wanted to call it a night first. I was easily as happy as mom, because Brian made every day better for me than the one that just passed. He seldom missed an opportunity to be sweet and thoughtful and every night he drove my passion to limits that I had never even considered attainable. I was sad when we had to leave, until Brian reminded me that we were still going to be together.

"We are not going to have the chance to sleep together every night Brit, but we'll be together quite a bit. I could care less what we're doing as long as you are near me," he said.

We were in Orlando for the last two weeks of July, so when we returned to Iowa, we had about five weeks until school started up again. As we had every summer, Brian and I spent most of August at the farm of my maternal grandparents. Nana and Papa Gustafson loved having us there and we loved being with them. Sadly for them, Brian and I were the only grandchildren they saw regularly. Mom was their youngest child; she had one sister, our Aunt Glenda, who was seven years older than mom. Aunt Glenda didn't like the farm or Iowa so she and her husband had moved to Chicago as soon as they were married. Aunt Glenda had three children but they were all grown, married and scattered across the country.

Brian and Papa Gus were very close. I think a lot of the closeness was because of the love they shared for the farm. Brian had been papa's right-hand man from the summer Brian turned six. He followed papa around, always trying to help and constantly asking questions. Papa had high hopes of Brian taking over the farm someday. My grandfather's grandfather bought the farm right after World War I; it had been in the family for more than eighty years.

As soon as we had arrived back from vacation, I visited our family doctor for a prescription for birth control pills. I would start them as soon as my next period ended. In another month, Brian and I could make love without a condom; I could hardly wait. My period should have arrived during the first week we were at my grandparents' farm. When it didn't, I wasn't much worried, as my periods weren't like clockwork anyway. I wasn't worried even after two weeks, because Brian and I had been very careful about using protection.

As a matter of fact, I didn't worry at all, until I went to check my e-mails one day and saw a news item on Nana's AOL start page about defective prophylactics. I knew I might be in trouble when I read that the manufacturer of a premium brand reported that they were recalling over a million individually wrapped condoms, because a burr on the machine that sealed the edges of the foil packets may have perforated the condoms inside. The recall included the brand that had been in the honeymoon kit I'd purchased and used in Orlando.

While Brian was out helping Papa Gus bale hay, I drove to Walgreen's and picked up a home pregnancy test kit. I was a little nervous as I waited for Brian before taking the test, but I was much calmer than I thought I'd be. I vaguely wondered about that, but the thought slipped right out of my mind.

I didn't get a chance to be alone with Brian until later that evening, sometime after nana and papa went to bed. The guest rooms at the farm were on the second floor while my grandparents' room was downstairs, so we had plenty of privacy. The privacy had been great, because we were able to make love and snuggle to our hearts content. When we went upstairs, I took the pregnancy test set into the bathroom and followed the instructions. I can't say I was all that surprised at the little pink plus sign that appeared, nor was I all that upset about it. Being pregnant and having a baby would make huge changes in my life and complicate my future tremendously. Yet, just knowing that my true love's child was growing in me, trumped those feeling completely.

I walked out of the bathroom with the test kit and stepped into Brian's room.

"Baby, I'm pregnant," I stated simply.

Brian looked stunned for a moment, then jumped off his bed and took me into his arms.

"I'm so sorry Brit. Are you okay?"

"Strangely enough, Bri, I'm fine. As a matter of fact, I feel better about it every minute that goes by," I said, hugging him tight.

He caressed my hair and kissed my forehead.

"What do you want to do about it?"

"Have her, of course, and keep her. She's a part of us, a result of our love."

"Her? How do you know it's a girl?"

I looked up at him in surprise. How the hell did I know?

"I don't know how I know, Baby, I just do. I can't believe how calm I am about this. Mom and dad are going to have a fit. Not to mention the havoc this is going to cause with school and my plans for the future. It is going to make college and law school a real challenge. I'll have to tell mom and dad, but I won't tell them who the father is."

Brian calmly stoking my hair made me feel even more serene.

"Hold off on telling them for a couple of weeks Brit. I have been making plans, and you being pregnant will simply speed up my timetable. I still have a couple of ideas that I need to check out."

Of course I agreed to what he suggested, I trusted him more than anyone in the universe. I knew with absolute certainty that he only had my best interest at heart.

We stripped down to our skin and climbed into bed after Brian locked his door. Our grandparents seldom came upstairs, but we never took chances anyway. Brian lay on his back and I straddled him in the classic sixty-nine. I had my best orgasms in that position. I always had a small orgasm when he came in my mouth, and Brian made sure I was about to climax from his ministrations when he shot. The double stimulus of his tongue and his sperm swept me away as if I were a skier caught in an avalanche.

This time my orgasm was particularly strong. I would have been yelling loud enough to raise the dead if not for his spurting shaft spitting his thick, pungent cream down my throat. I kept up my oral attentions and his member remained throbbingly erect. I spun around over him and glued my lips to his, both of us returning part of the others juices to the rightful owner. I finally broke the kiss and rolled to the side pulling him with me.

"No more rubbers for us ever again, Baby. From now on, your stuff is going where it's meant to be," I whispered urgently.

He nodded and completed rolling us over until he was on top of me. Staring into my eyes as he had done the first time we made love, he rubbed his erection against the lips of my dripping slit, coating the head with my sex juice. I think my orgasm started before he hit bottom and stopped fifteen minutes later when I passed out from the intensity of feeling him fill me with his cum for the first time. I guess I was in la-la land for only a few seconds, because when I opened my eyes, Brian was still in me. He was braced on his extended arms and looking down at me with that smile that always melts my heart.

"That must have been a good one, welcome back," he said.

I pulled him down on me and kissed him hard and long. I was wrapped so tightly around him, it's a wonder he could breath. While we kissed, I suddenly felt him grind against me, his shaft still as solid as New Hampshire granite. I broke the kiss and looked at him in awe.

"You're still hard," I said needlessly.

"You're still the sexiest woman on earth," he responded, as if that explained everything.

When he talked to me like that, it caused me to clinch up inside. I know I didn't have any prior experience to go by when it came to sex, but Geez, Louise, I couldn't imagine how anything in the world could be better than this. Brian didn't have much more experience than me, but he had to be about the best lover in the universe.

"Brian, why is this so good, and how can it keep getting better every time we do it?" I asked, as he slowly sawed in and out of me.

"I don't know Brit, but I'm guessing being so much in love has something to do with it. I know that every time I touch you I want it to be wonderful for you because then it feels even better for me. I never question anything that has to do with our relationship; just like mom doesn't question why she feels the way she does with dad. It defies logic, this Gustafson love, but papa has it for nana, mom has it for dad and now I have it for you."

What he said made me think about that love in a new light. Thinking about it made me very happy, because papa and nana had been together almost fifty years and they still mooned over each other like mom and dad, and now Brian and me. It bode well for our future if we managed to get past the next year or two.

The issue of me being pregnant didn't come up until two days before school started. When it did come up, it was through circumstances that were as unbelievable as everything else that had happened that summer. Here is how it happened. We were sitting at the dining room table eating dinner on the Sunday before Labor Day, when out of the blue, my mother dropped the bomb.

"Britney, Brian, your father and I have some news," she said nonchalantly.

When she had our undivided attention, she continued.

"You are going to have a baby brother or sister, I'm pregnant!" she gushed.

I almost fell out of my chair at the news. I shot a look towards Brian, but for once, he seemed completely flummoxed. I cut my eyes towards daddy to see if this was some sort of practical joke, but he was holding mom's hand, grinning proudly. It took a couple of tries before I could get coherent words over my teeth.

"When... how... ?" I stuttered.

"It happened while we were on vacation, I was having so much fun I guess I forgot to take my pills a few times. That was all the opportunity your studly dad's little swimmers needed. I can't believe how pleased we are about it, either. For some reason, the idea of a baby in the house makes us both incredibly happy."

Mom's news gave me an opening that I couldn't pass up.

"How happy would it make you feel if there were two children in the house?" I asked.

Mom looked slightly confused.

"You mean what if I had twins?" She replied.

"No, what I mean is that I'm pregnant, too," I blurted out.

It was my parents' turn to be stunned. It was quiet as a tomb for at least a minute as they digested my announcement. My nerves calmed down some when Brian took my hand under the table.

"How could this happen Britney? You are much too intelligent to be having casual and unprotected sex."

Mom seemed more confuse than angry; I took that as a good sign. Poor daddy was cutting his eyes back and forth between mom and me, too amazed to comment.

"It wasn't casual sex, I fell in love, and we did use protection, but I'm pregnant anyway."

Mom nodded, her expression neutral, so far so good.

"So who and where is this boy you claim to love so much?" she asked sarcastically.

"I can't tell you that right now, besides, what does it matter? I'm the one who is pregnant, not him."

There was some spirited back and forth between mom and I, but in the end, my parents agreed with me about having and keeping the baby. They were seriously puzzled by my steadfast refusal to name the father, however they let me table the matter for a later discussion. Soon we were discussing the logistics of my pregnancy as if it were as happy an occasion as mom's pregnancy was.

The only person that left the dining room unhappy that evening was Brian. It took all my persuasive ability to keep him from naming himself as the father that evening.

"Britney, it is totally wrong for me to sit around with my mouth shut and let you take all the heat for this," he said.

"I'm not taking any heat for anything, Brian. I was amazed at how well mom and dad took the news. I think they'll take the news of us wanting to be together just as well once they are completely comfortable with the baby."

Brian still wasn't happy about my decision, but he grudgingly agreed to hold his tongue and let me bring up the matter of him and me.

On the first day of school, I requested a meeting with the principle of the high school and my guidance counselor. They both made time for me on the following day; being at the head of your class had its benefits. At the meeting, I explained my situation and what I wanted to do. While both women were surprised that I let myself get pregnant, both agreed that what I wanted was doable, and that if I did my part they'd make the rest happen. I had asked them to approve an accelerated schedule for me so that I could complete my diploma requirements during the first semester. Because I had always taken advanced placement classes and extra credit courses, all I had to do was double up on English and give up my art elective.

September passed quietly for us. Mom and dad adjusted well to me being pregnant, in fact, us being pregnant together actually made mom and me closer. Brian and I kept our relationship low profile whenever we were not alone, but we managed to find ways to be together. One thing we were able to do was spend almost every weeknight together in my bed. We'd set my alarm for five in the morning, so Brian could slip back into his room before our parents woke up.

On a Tuesday, early in October, Brian's and my plan went awry when a freak storm caused the power to go out for a few minutes. When the power went off, my clock/radio lost both the time and the alarm setting. My first indication that we had over slept was waking to bright sunlight pouring through the windows. My second clue was mom clearing her throat in the doorway of my room. Startled, I sat up quickly. The sheet and blanket covering us fell down to my waist, exposing my naked breasts. Mom' s eyes widened at our apparent nudity.

"Wake up your brother; when you are both dressed, come down to the kitchen. I think we need to talk," she said before spinning on her heels and stalking off.

I woke up Brian and told him what had gone down while he slept. Brian took the news calmly; he had been ready to announce our love for two months. For what it mattered I wasn't very upset either. I think both of us were actually relieved that everything was now out in the open. Mom and dad were waiting for us at the table in the breakfast nook. We sat down and Brian took my hand in his, this time above the table. At my parents' expectant look, Brian started talking.

"Britney and I are in love; I'm the baby's father."

Mom and dad's expression turned to shock; I don't think that's the answer they were expecting.

"YOU!" they exclaimed in unison.
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