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Two Forbidden - 2
by Ulyssa Kincaid (ulyssakincaid@yahoo.com)

***

Lyssa allows her older brother to impregnate her. (MF-
teens, inc, rom, preg)

***

"Whoa!" I murmured into my brother Gary's ear. "Hey, 
Bro. Looking good."

My voice startled him, and Gary dropped a cufflink. 
"Damn it, Lyss, why don’t you fucking knock!"

First I laughed. "Knock if I want a fucking do you 
mean?" I replied.

"Shush, not so loud, Sis."

I walked across to where Gary stood and picked up the 
cufflink from the floor. "Let me help. There. Want me 
to help tie your bowtie?"

"No, I’ll do it," he said nervously.

"Give it to me. C’mon, what do you know about tying a 
bow tie?"

"I said I’ll do it."

"What’s that behind your back, hmmm?" I teased, and 
grabbed his arm, pulling it to the front. "Oh, that’s 
precious, big brother. A clip-on bow-tie? I guess you 
can manage it yourself."

"Lyssa, why don’t you just leave now?" he stammered. 
"I’m almost late now as it is."

"Ah, yes – the fair Janice awaits you." I paused for a 
moment. "Where are you taking your date, after the 
prom?"

"To Shiek’s."

"Hmmm – speaking of that, are you packing your Shieks 
in your wallet?"

"No!"

"You don’t want to have two pregnant ladies on your 
conscience, do you?"

"We’re not going to fuck," Gary growled. "Besides 
you’re not pregnant, either."

"Not for lack of trying, though," I smiled. Then I 
thought about what he'd just said. "Gary? Do you mean 
it? You and Janice aren’t..."

"No, I said. Lyssa, just leave it alone, would you?"

"I’m sorry, Gary, but..."

He looked into my eyes. "You’re not jealous, are you?"

"Can you blame me? Gary, I love you. Oh, I want you to 
go to the prom, I really do. I just wish we could - you 
know."

"I know, Lyssa. But we can’t date like other people. 
You know that."

"Yeah, I know. But we'd look so good together, dancing. 
I just know it. Maybe they’ll play 'I'd Like To Make It 
With You.' Remember when we heard that together?"

"You know I do. At the Bread concert. Where we..."

"Had our first kiss," I reminded him as I pushed my 
mouth up close to his. "A lovers’ kiss."

"I remember." He gave me a harmless, gentle peck on the 
lips.

"Gary? I haven’t - I’ve tried not to bug you about it, 
but do you like Janice? A lot, I mean?"

"Well, sure, I guess. I wouldn’t have asked her, if I 
didn’t. But, Lyss, I asked her to the prom long before 
I knew – before we were us. I’d have cancelled out on 
the prom if I’d known that we’d be lovers."

"No, you couldn’t do that. I wouldn’t have wanted that. 
But I’ll miss you tonight. Will you wake me up when you 
get back? Tell me all about it? Please?"

"Yes, sure I will. Y’know, I’ll bet you’ll be waiting 
up. Like Mom always does."

"You’re right," I laughed. "But I’ll be waiting up for 
a different reason." I felt a serious look cross my 
face. "Fuck me when you get home. Gary, please say 
we’ll fuck when you come back?"

"It might be late, Sis."

"That’s no answer, dummy. Can I fuck you, yes or no?"

"Yes," he said, and kissed me again gently. "In fact I 
want you right now."

"Ooooh, let me lock your door..." I started to turn 
towards the half-closed bedroom door. 

We were interrupted by a yell from downstairs: "Gary! 
You ready? C’mon, man. Our ladies await." It was his 
friend Brian. Gary and Janice were doubling to the prom 
with Brian and Darcy.

"Two minutes, Brian," he called out the door. "I’ll be 
right down!" The two of us heard foot steps on the 
stair treads. "No, don’t bother coming up - I’ll be 
right down." 

He turned to me. "I promise. I do love you, Sis. I’ll 
come home and tell you all about it, once we get rid of 
Mom. Okay?"

"Kiss me goodnight for now, Gary?"

Our lips met in a soft series of kisses, our eyes 
locked on each others’, until the need to mesh, to meld 
together overcame us and our mouths opened and our 
tongues sought each other with a hunger to be as one 
driving us. Gary reached to fondle my breast through my 
t-shirt, and I gently stroked his growing prick through 
his tuxedo trousers. We were almost lost in the 
sensuality of the moment when the voice called again, 
"Gary! Get down here! We gotta run, man?"

Gasping, my brother and I broke contact. Then 
tenuously, we moved apart, only our hands still 
touching.

"I’m counting on you to be awake when I get back to 
kiss me goodnight."

"And?" My voice was half teasing, half pleading.

"Yeah," he replied "And. Bye, Lyss."

"Enjoy yourself. Really."

"I will. I’ll try. Goodnight, Lyssa."

"Gary! Your bowtie!"

"I’ll get it on in the car - gotta run."

And he was gone. But he’d be back. He’ll always come 
back, I thought. So I was as content as it was possible 
to be, waiting for my lover to return.


Mom stayed up to wait for Gary until prom night was 
over. So did I, but I didn't want to let Mom know I was 
awake.

Gary wore a nice white dinner jacket with a great 
looking paisley vest and black tie. I have to admit, he 
looked scrumptious and my parents were fussing and 
gloating and fondly remembering the moments when they 
were young and nights like these were important. And 
then, like a flash at five-thirty in the afternoon, he 
was off to pick up Janice.

Gary didn't make it home until three-thirty the next 
morning, but Mom still waited up. I think she wanted to 
see if he had that mussed up and masculinely aggressive 
look that symbolized the rite of passage associated 
with prom night. Of course, Mom wouldn't just come 
right out and ask him. But she'd want to see for 
herself.

He stumbled wearily up the stairs and walked into his 
room. I sneaked up behind him and wrapped both my arms 
around his waist, and clamped myself to him.

"So, lover boy," I whispered in his ear. "Did you fuck 
her?"

"No," he sighed.

"But it wasn't for lack of trying was it?"

"Stop it!" I knew Gary wouldn't fall into that trap any 
time soon.

I turned him around to face me. In the dim glow of the 
street lights I began to take his clothes off carefully 
draping them over chairs and desks. If I'd hung up his 
clothes, that would have left a clue, which would have 
been definitely way out of character for Gary. He 
looked down at me. I wore that flannel nightgown with 
the cute baby roses that Mom and Dad got me for 
Christmas. Good warmth for winter -- rather hot for 
this late in May. Of course both Gary and I knew 
exactly what I was wearing underneath my nightgown.
 
"Don't worry," I murmured, as I kissed his chin and 
cheek. "No true gentleman should be allowed to go 
through prom night without experiencing a good fuck."

"Are you crazy? Mom's still awake!"

"She's tired. She'll go to sleep now that you're home," 
I whispered. "I know how Mom's mind works." 

And with that I unzipped his trousers.

I saw this picture in one his magazines where a woman 
kneeled at the same height as the man's cock and there 
was long string of white sperm which hung like a 
suspension bridge from the end of his erection right to 
her lower lip. That picture haunted me, bothered me, 
disturbed me, turned me on. So I remembered the 
picture, and I dropped to my knees in front of him.

I couldn't really see what I was doing, but this task 
could be successfully accomplished in the dark 
utilizing a totally tactile approach. Continuing to 
feel for his erection hidden behind Gary's slacks and 
briefs, I ran my fingers across his midsection. Gary's 
tux pants
dropped down on top of his shoes. I peeled his briefs 
down equally as far, but before he could step out of 
his clothes, I placed my mouth around the business end 
of his dick.

Gary slowly played with the buttons on his shirt and 
vest trying to maintain concentration while he 
unfastened them. He nearly stepped back away from the 
intensity of my lips and tongue, but I had both hands 
firmly grasping him and I wasn't about to let go.

The hormones in my brain were rushing and seething. I 
felt dizzy and yet, I couldn't let go of him, once I 
nearly gave the game away by choking him back too 
deeply in my throat.

"Lyss," he whispered. "Stop. Catch your breath."

Grateful for his advice, I exhaled. After a moment, I 
licked up the length of his shaft, slowly starting at 
the base right next to the pungent pubic hair next to 
his balls, and then picking up speed as I swept up the 
nice thick strength of his engorged penis.

"Umm," I muttered. "Nice."

I stood up and in a single movement pulled my flannel 
nightgown up over my head. Gary now knew for certain 
what he'd suspected all along--I was naked under my 
gown. Of course he was still enwrapped in both pants 
and underwear down at his feet. Not to mention his 
shoes and socks. I backed out of his reach and teased 
him. 

"C'mon, Bro. Reach out for me." 

Gary nearly tripped. "Wait 'til I get my hands on you," 
he growled.

I fought back a giggle. "I'm looking forward to it." 
Then I climbed into his bed and pulled the covers up 
over me. My nipples were so hard, they tingled, and 
when Gary finally crawled into bed beside me, he 
tweaked both nipples to see just how far gone I was. In 
that moment, I thought I'd burst -- a shock of pure 
static electricity rippled right through my skin. 

I moaned.

"Shh! You'll give us away."

"You want to stop?" I smiled.

"Fuck!" His hands snaked around me and held me close to 
him. I rolled and squirmed to slip underneath the 
weight of his body,

"God, I hope so," I replied. My thighs spread as he 
slithered his own thighs and buttocks over me. Oh yes, 
there was our unsubtly eager friend demanding to be let 
inside where my thighs met, where his thighs balanced, 
where my tender labia lips kissed his glans still wet 
from where my mouth examined him just moments ago.

Gary brought his mouth down on mine, clicking his teeth 
into mine. I wasn't hurt, but I was shaken by the 
little collision. Then, once I felt better, we opened 
up to exchange tongues with each other. Of course, Gary 
had his own little agenda going on. Janice had left him 
hung up in a sexual lurch for most of the night, and my 
teasing was pretty intense over the last ten or fifteen 
minutes. Gary fitted his cock right up against my 
loins, parting my pussy lips, and testing his position 
two or three times. Then, Gary shoved his cock straight 
into me—no overtures, no warnings, no gentleness.

Holy shit! I wasn't moist enough yet. 

My eyes teared up, and my body writhed and sobbed under 
him. I wanted to scream, but I bit into Gary's neck to 
keep from doing that. He thrust again. I still didn't 
have the necessary moistness, but, as his length and 
girth filled me again, I knew what to expect. His 
thrusts kept coming. I knew that my brother was 
unleashing an entire evening's frustrations out on me. 
Finally, the movements inside me and against me 
stimulated my body to produce a tiny flow of estrous 
fluid and things became easier. I held him tightly 
against me and the little pains, the obvious rips and 
the soreness all seemed to dissipate.

Gary grunted in my ear, and then clasped me close once 
more. He was panting as if he'd just run a lap around 
the track. But I could tell he was fighting that final 
moment--afraid to cut loose, afraid to end our time 
together. 

I put my mouth right to his ear. "It's okay, 
sweetheart. I'm here for you. I've got you deep inside 
me, now. It's okay. Go ahead and cum."

Gary let out a faint muffled moan, and we both went wet 
together. I could feel the steady pulsing of release as 
Gary's penis pumped wad after wad of sperm into me. Now 
that he'd made me physically ready to enjoy coupling 
with him, Gary was worn out--totally.

I got up out of his bed and cupped my hands down 
between my legs to keep the backwash of semen from 
dripping down my legs and onto the floor--damn! I wiped 
myself with Gary's briefs. Then I rolled them into a 
tight ball and squeezed them between my thighs so they 
wouldn't shift and fall from the hole they were 
plugging.

"Hey," he said softly.

I was pulling my nightgown over my head as I answered 
him. "I'll make sure that I wash them with my stuff so 
nobody else knows."

Then I bent over and kissed him good night.

"I love you," my brother said. Definitely not a 
brotherly sort of phrasing.

"You'd better," I answered. "I may be the best lover 
you'll ever have."

He pulled me down and kissed me again. "I'm absolutely 
certain of that."

I didn't expect to run into his steady, Janice, but she 
was waiting by my locker and motioning to me to come 
over to a corner to have a private conversation.

"Lyssa I have to talk to you," she said.

"To me? Why?"

I could see that Janice's eyes were reddening, and she 
was moments away from bursting into tears.

"C'mon, out with it," I said softly. "What's the 
matter??"

"Lyss, I think Gary's seeing someone else."

My heart leaped into my throat. "What makes you think 
that, Jan?"

She sighed. "It's just a feeling. Has he brought any 
other girls around to your house?"

"No, not a one," I replied. "I can truthfully say that 
he hasn't brought anybody to our place but you."

"Gary hasn't been the same for a couple of weeks." 
Janice paused, and then lowered her voice. "He's 
definitely seeing somebody else."

"Wow!" I said. "Do you really think so?"

Janice nodded. "Don't ask me how I know, it's--" She 
paused again.

"Intuition?" I asked.

"Yeah, his kisses are sweet, but something has changed. 
He isn't, you know, horny like a guy should be." She 
paused. "Oh I hate using this word -- Lyssa, I think 
Gary has been - you know, fucking somebody else on 
side."
My eyes went wide. "Do you want me to keep an eye on 
him?"
"Would you?"
"Sure what are friends for?" I answered.

Much later I'd stuck my head into Gary's room. His head 
was down over a notebook page and he was furiously 
scribbling things and then crossing them out. "What are 
you doing?"

"I've got a creative writing assignment due for my 
English class tomorrow," he replied. "I thought I'd 
write some poetry."

"What's it about?"

"Come back up in about half an hour and I'll show you."

I started to walk away, but then I turned back. "Oh, 
I'm supposed to tell you that Mom got called into the 
restaurant for a couple of hours, and we're supposed to 
make...our own dinner."

Gary looked at me and smiled. "When's she leaving?"

"About fifteen minutes or so."

"Anything in particular you want?"

"No," I shook my head. "I'll be happy as long as I get 
something in my belly."

Gary smiled. "Is Dad coming home at the usual time?"

"I don't know," I said. "He probably will unless 
somebody calls him at work and tells him that Mom has 
to tend bar at O'Malley's tonight."

"Fuck the poetry," Gary said.

"Ooo, such language in front of an impressionable young 
woman."

"Shit." Gary snickered. "Is Mom getting dressed in her 
room?" 

I nodded. "Their bathroom."

"I'd better use the phone in the living room."

"And ask him to bring home a pizza, would you?"

Gary and I had what I now know to be newlywed syndrome. 
When we got a chance like that, we tended to use it to 
our advantage. besides it would give me a chance to 
show off my new gown. 

I'd saved up enough money to purchase an item from the 
Frederick's of Hollywood catalogue. I had it sent to my 
friend Gina's house. We showed her mother a picture of 
a much more conservative nightgown; so, Gina's mother 
was okay with its delivery.

Mom took forever to get out the door. Before I zipped 
into my room, I leaned over the stairwell and shouted 
down at Gary. "I'll meet you in your room! Wait for me 
in there."

His voice came back up. "Did you think I was going to 
start without you?"

"I'll be there in a minute, okay?"

Wearing only my sheer blue gown and a pair of matching 
blue panties, I crept up behind my naked poet, who was 
working on his piece at his study desk. He had his back 
to me, and, as I was particularly quiet as I came into 
his room, I caught him by surprise. I placed my hands 
on his shoulders at the neck and began to knead his 
tense muscles.

Gary turned around and looked at my teddy gown from 
Frederick's of Hollywood. I thrust my boobs out a bit 
to make it look better. "My God, you... you're..." He 
stopped.

"I'm what?"

He shook his head. "I'm speechless."

"Speechless -- good? Speechless--bad?" The little 
adolescent in me suddenly found all of her worst fears 
surfacing at the same time.

"How could I be speechless bad?" He stood up and took 
me into his arms. "You're beautiful, gorgeous, 
stunning, all of those things and more."

I smiled and sighed. "That's better. I take it that 
means you like it." 

Gary's hand slipped under the sheer transparent mesh to 
touch my naked skin. "I think I like what's underneath 
even more." It didn't take the two of us long to remove 
the teddy. However, Gary took responsibility for 
removing my panties totally unto himself. 

I went to the bed and dropped to my hands and knees. I 
know I surprised him. "Would you do me this way?" I 
whispered. "Please?"

Gary kissed my back right in the center on my spine as 
he shifted his knees into position. He stroked my 
thighs slowly, dragging his hand up the inside of my 
thigh until his fingers would make contact with my 
pussy. Then he did it again. The third time he slowly 
tugged at the wrinkly lips on either side and ran a 
slow index finger right up the center where the lips 
parted. He brushed aside some of my thin brown
pubes to open my labial lips to see if I was wet 
enough.

Actually I wasn't quite ready yet, but I realized Gary 
didn't know that. I sighed at the prospect of hurried, 
unlubricated penetration, but then again, I'm the one 
who wanted this so badly. "Take your time, sweetpants," 
I said, borrowing a term from one of Gina's romance 
books. "I'm not going anywhere."

I told Gina that one of the things the romance books 
don't mention is how messy it all is--as Darlene would 
say: "That's rude!" She is such a prude.

Gary continued to massage my pussy until he was a bit 
surer that I was ready.

"Gary," I whispered. "Did you ever want to..."

"What?" Removing his hand, he shifted his hips, thighs 
and erection to match the placement of my vagina.

"Did you ever want to do it with Darlene?"

"Eeeuww," he groaned. He stopped pushing his dick 
forward. "Are you nuts? You're gonna make me lose this 
erection." Then he resumed a gentle pressing. "Lyss, 
you know you're the only woman in my life."

Oh, thank God. "I'm so glad to hear that."

I had no alternative but to abandon all control of the 
act to my brother. At least he's gentle as he presses 
forward and pulls backward. Now that he was part of the 
way inside, he knew that I wasn't as wet as I should 
have been, but still his careful momentum encouraged my 
juices to flow.

For awhile it was all I could do but to focus on the 
mechanics of penetration. But once I was really and 
freely moistened, my mind drifted down to concentrate 
on the delicious thrusting which had begun. 

That was the very first time ever I had been struck by 
the untamable desire to have my brother-lover fill my 
cunt with strong, viable, teeming, healthy masculine 
seed.

"Ohhh, Gar-Gary," I whimpered. My arms and knees 
trembled as if I'd suddenly gone weak, but I knew my 
muscles were fine. The weakness had to do with a 
sapping of strength deep inside my body. I was 
trembling, and there was a sharp ringing in my ears. My 
entire body slipped out of control so that I had to 
drop to my elbows with my ass still stuck up in the 
air, and Gary's cock still driving in and out of my 
pussy without any friction whatsoever.

My entire physical and spiritual being was wracked. How 
can I explain it? I liken it to smoking--to that moment 
when every ounce of bodily control is lost to that 
first lung full of cigarette smoke each day. The lungs 
have tried to clean themselves out overnight.

Just when the lungs are returning to normalcy a smoker 
inhales that first long drag, and the acrid smog chars 
and clogs and chokes the tiny membranes that allow a 
normal human being to breathe. We deliberately drown 
our lungs with smoke and hold it in an extra few 
seconds so that our lungs scream at us for air. No 
other moment in a smoker's day quite matches that—the 
little death [or le petite morte in other words]. 
Unless of course you're smoking a controlled substance, 
then other factors rush into play.

My body had reached that out of control point, there 
was an incredible tingling inside my pussy which 
changed to a wrenching gestalt, and I heard a roaring 
noise like a waterfall or a jet plane booming through
my head, then my pussy went really, really wet and as I 
let out a long sobbing cry, I buried my head into your 
covers so that the rest of the neighborhood wouldn't 
hear me cum.

Gary was breathing hard. He was so close to me that 
when I shuddered and came, Gary couldn't hold back 
either. When Gary climaxed, he ejaculated spasm after 
spurt of flowing semen directly where it needed to be 
deposited. Bless his heart he grabbed my ass and pulled 
me as close as we could manage. With each new splash of 
Gary's hot seed, I felt the excitement of our 
togetherness increase. 

Someday I would produce an egg just for my 
lover/brother to fertilize. And his sperm would flow 
strong, and plentiful, and unbelievably potent.

Pulling my head out of the bedcovers, I turned it 
toward the side, so that Gary could hear my words. 
"Gary! Ohh, daddy, that's it! Spray your little mommy 
with your lovely baby making seed."

He shuddered again and fell on top of me. I went flat 
to the bed with most of Gary's penis still wedged 
inside of me.

"Lyss? You awake?" 

"Hmmm?"

"C’mon, wake up. Listen."

Lyssa and Gary were entwined, limb wrapped around naked 
limb, enjoying the feel of the breeze through the 
upstairs cabin window, drying their love sweat. Lyssa 
especially loved the feel of her brother’s cum drying 
on her thigh, where it still oozed from her satiated 
cunt.

"Lyss, we’ve got to start using protection. Hear me?" 

"Mmmmm. But why?"

"Aw, Lyss – you know. You could get pregnant."

"Big brother – you say that like there’s something 
wrong with that." 

"Something – well, shit, Lyss, of course there is. 
Everything’s wrong with that." 

"Name one," she giggled, kissing his neck. 

"For one, you won’t even be fifteen for a few weeks, 
and that makes us way short of being legal." 

"You mean fucking’s illegal?" She gave his prick a 
loving squeeze. 

"If either of us is under eighteen. Yes! And we both 
are." He felt her hand twist o she could rub her 
fingers slowly up the backside of his penis. "Oh, shit, 
Lyss – stop that now! We have to talk." 

Now Ulyssa slid down and began lightly blowing her 
breath on his glistening cock. "I'd rather fuck, Bro," 
she murmured.

"Aaanghh!" he moaned. "Stop, it’s totally illegal for 
us."

"Oh? Is there a Gary-and-Lyssa Law?" she giggled, then 
bent to engorge his cock in her hungry mouth. 

He couldn’t keep his serious tone when he found his 
dick being made love to like this. "Yeah – a law that 
says it’s a sin to enjoy your body. Named it after us, 
they did." 

"Sure, but I don’t want you to ever find out."

"But why?" 

"Because, because we’re lovers, now, Lyss. And I want 
it to be just us, forever. Ah, shit!" 

"What’s wrong, Gary?"

"Lyss, all of this is wrong. I was trying to tell you: 
We’re both underage and what we’re doing is - You know! 
Incest." 

"Gary, I thought what we were doing is making love."

"Yeah – we are, but..." 

"And making love is a good thing, isn't it?" 

"Sure, it feels great, Lyss, and I do love you." 

"And I love you... so we’re making love. All that other 
stuff about being too young, and, you know—being 
brother and sister. Hey, we can just pretend we were 
both adopted!" 

"Aw, Lyss – you know we can’t." 

"Don’t you have any imagination, dummy?" she teased. 
"You’re the poet in the family after all." 

"Sure – I can imagine and I can pretend. But, Lyssa – 
there’s one other thing wrong about this, that we just 
can't pretend away." 

"Hmmmm?"

"You know what I mean – we go to the same church. 
Fucking... making love," he paused for a moment. "You 
know it's only for bringing babies
into the world. And Lyss, I-I've cum inside you."

"I noticed that, Bro."

"Lyssa, listen to me: You could get pregnant. My God, I 
hope you aren’t yet. Shit, what would..." Gary took a 
deep breath and then remained silent.

Ulyssa looked up into his face and then laid her head 
down on his shoulder. "You're absolutely right, Gary," 
she announced. "We'll just have to stop fucking."

"Really?"

Ulyssa broke into a big smile. "You should see the look 
on your face right now."

"But I was serious." 

"So was I! It’s going to be okay, really. All we’re 
doing is following the Church’s commandment, aren’t we? 
No birth control. So, if I get pregnant, we’ll both be 
better Catholics. Right?"

August 14th 1975

It happened just the way he said it would. Just the way 
I knew it would

The smell and taste seemed to fluctuate between wet 
straw, and fresh clover, although Gary swore that I 
occasionally reminded him of black olives. I never knew 
for certain because the smell and taste passed to me 
via his lips and mouth. But I enjoyed the taste of me 
from Gary, I especially enjoyed how it got there.

That is a fantastic way to cum, all energy and blinding 
lights going off in your head. 

Gary learned to taste himself second hand as well. He 
was salty, sometimes bitter, sometimes yeasty, and I 
could always tell when he drank coffee. Still I liked 
the smell and the flavor of Gary's semen on my lips and 
tongue. Who can account for taste? I laid my head back 
on the pillow and sighed. 

"What's the matter, babe?" he asked. "You're not your 
usual hyper-jovial self."

I shrugged. "I dunno, just tired, I guess. Here." I 
took hold of his hand. "I want you to check something 
for me." I placed his hand on my abdomen under the 
belly button just above the pubis. "Feels different 
doesn't it?"

I could tell from the way his fingers pressed into my 
flesh that Gary felt it immediately. We couldn't have 
told each other word one about such bodily functions as 
the endometrium enfolding the embryo or that the 
trophblast is starting to trigger the formation of the 
placenta and the release of all those hormones which 
are designed to maintain long term care of the 
pregnancy. Neither of us knew that Oxytocin was the 
primary hormone responsible for the hardness right 
under his fingertips, but both of us knew instinctively 
what was happening.

I placed my hands atop his fingers and held them firmly 
against my stomach. "If I lay still, the hardness 
passes."

"Makes sense to me," Gary chuckled. "For close to three 
months now you've done anything but lay still to make 
my hardness pass."

"Stop," I whined. "Don't make me laugh."

We lay silently still for a long time and then he spoke 
very softly to me. "Hey," he brought his head down and 
gave me a soft, gentle, loving kiss. "Congratulations, 
little mother."

Oh my God, he said the "M" word! I reached up and threw 
my arms around his head to kiss him back.

"Thank you, Gary," I began to say, and then I changed 
my mind. "No, wait! Thank you, Daddy!"

"My pleasure."

"Don't I know it."

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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