Chapter 15: Planting a Seed

By the time I got home, Eric and Annie were already locked away in Annie's room. Mom and Carrie were hanging out in the den waiting for me, and it looked like catching up with Eric was going to have to wait for a while.

Carrie's face lit up when I walked in like a flower in the sun when I walked in, and I was strongly reminded of one Christmas morning when she was about 10. Santa had brought her a puppy and the explosion of sheer joy that had radiated from her was like nothing I had ever seen before or since. We were all affected by it and that whole Christmastime turned out to be one of the absolute best I can remember. As a family, we'd danced and sung together. We'd chased and wrestled each other. We'd all played with the puppy together. We'd feasted together. Carrie's deep joy seemed to wash over all of us, and I don't think any of us remember any other gifts that were exchanged that day. Carrie and her puppy had given us all the gift of Family and we had reveled in it.

Today, Carrie was wearing a short silk robe with a simple tie and a matching pair of loose fitting silk shorts that were almost as soft and bronzed as her luscious skin. I wanted nothing more than to feel her and that silk against me, so I squeezed myself between Mom and Carrie, and once again, I marveled at the gifts I had been given.

To the room at large I asked, "How are Annie and Eric getting on?"

"Actually it was kind of funny. Eric had only enough time to say hello to the two of us before Annie jumped into his arms and from there it was like the rest of the world just disappeared. I'd say they're getting on just fine." Mom was smiling a very pleased smile at that.

"Where are they now?"

Carrie's response suggested she thought that was one of the dumbest questions she'd ever heard come out of my mouth. "They're in Annie's room doing what we should be doing."

"You mean they're already making a baby?" She seemed just a bit embarrassed.

"No, or at least not yet, but I'm ready." I believed, her, too.

I was suddenly overwhelmed by an image of Carrie and me making love there on the floor with Mom at our side urging us on while she sucked on Carrie's breasts. Until this point I'd been able to easily identify from whom individual thoughts were emanating, and yet this one caught me by surprise. It took just a bit of extra concentration to recognize that this was not a single thought but rather the blending of two thought patterns. Both Mom and Carrie were picturing a remarkably similar image, and it was one I was more than happy to play along with.

Turning to my kid sister, I pulled her into my arms, kissing her deeply. Her lips tasted so sweet that I spent the next ten minutes doing nothing else while Mom watched and smiled, until Carrie and I needed to break away and catch our breaths. It came to me that it was time to slip her out of her silk shorts and robe. With each and every centimeter revealed, I tasted her skin. I nibbled at her ears and neck. I attended to each shoulder, down each arm, and gently drew each of her delicate fingers into my mouth. Leaving her hands, I traced her collarbone with just the tip of my tongue and slowly worked my way down into the junction between her firm breasts. Carrie was beginning to pant with desire and for the moment Mom had been forgotten, though she was on the couch with us.

The fragrance that was uniquely Carrie was intoxicating my senses as I finally reached her right nipple and teased it gently with my lips. I had to fight back as she tried to smother my face in that sweet breast. She urgently desired more contact there, but I was determined to take this tantalizingly slowly. I planned that by the time I penetrated her she would be so completely lost in the sensations I was creating that her world would contract down around her passions and her brother who was stoking them.

I slipped off the couch and drew her with me to the floor in front of the fire, leaving Mom to watch from the couch. I quickly moved behind Carrie and began exploring her back, from her shoulders to the dimple just above her derriere. I avoided her reach for me, and felt I was plucking chords on a musical instrument exquisitely fashioned by a true master. She was rewarding me with a serenade of low sensual moans, glissando and crescendo in time with my strumming fingers.

I slid back and eased her down to the floor as I repeated the kisses I'd traced from the top of her head down across her breasts and over her flat tummy. I had plans to watch that belly grow round with a child, to be conceived before the light of the new day warmed us with its nurturing rays. As I traced past her navel she raised her hips to offer me her soaked pussy. I bypassed this with an effort of will, and slid around to her side. I began alternating light kisses and coy tickles with the tip of my tongue down her legs, pushing her shorts ahead to clear the path on my journey to her sexy feet. Her anticipation had been building to its peak as I gently sucked a big toe into my mouth. By the time I'd laved all ten toes she had become frustrated with my pace and was wound as tight as a watch spring. It was time to push her over the edge.

Along the way I had been removing bits of my own clothes, and so at this point I was left with only my briefs and a raging hard-on poking prominently above the waistband. I shed that last piece of clothing as I slowly slid up between Carrie's smooth thighs. Ol' One-Eye had no trouble finding the way, and as my mouth reached hers he was looking directly into the mouth of her womb. One quick thrust and our pelvises met. She screamed into my mouth as she exploded in orgasm and, had I not taken drastic control over my senses, I would have joined her. I had no plans to end this liaison so quickly.

I waited until she came down from her high.

A short while passed before Carrie was able to focus again and only then did I begin to slowly work my cock so deeply buried in her molten core. I was moving machine-like, maddeningly methodical, as I worked her to the edge and back several times. I was determined that her next orgasm would be the most intense yet! Then I did something that surprised even me. Without knowing how I'd thought of it, I tweaked a point deep inside her mind to create a very special connection and with that in place I pushed her over the edge and rI released my own self-control. Together, our orgasm came crashing over us, slamming the two of us repeatedly against the barrier between consciousness and unconsciousness; in waves so intense that breathing became impossible. When we were finally released from rapture's grip we drew great gulps of air into our deprived lungs simultaneously, and a moment after her breathing was restored, Carrie broke down in tears.

Her tears would have been hard to decipher if I hadn't been the cause. Mom, with no idea what I had done, became scared that something had gone terribly wrong. I shot a quick placating command her way, which stopped her in her tracks while I held Carrie close and waited for the tears to subside. It took some time but soon enough a smile began to light her entire countenance with joy.

"I felt it, Kenny, I felt it!" Her happiness recalled once again that long-ago Christmas morning when the puppy came bounding out of the box.

"Felt what, Carrie?" My own smile made it impossible to play dumb to any real effect.

She whispered as if this was some great secret. "I felt the exact moment when you made our child. It was like a star was illuminated the instant we conceived. Is it always like that?"

"No, Sis. Conception isn't normally like that. I wanted you to experience the creation of this new life." I placed my hand gently over her belly, the belly that would soon be growing round with our child. "I helped you a bit so you could remember this for the rest of your life. Thirty years from now you'll be able to describe the smallest detail about this moment."

I felt Mom's joy before I recalled her physical presence. That joy was radiating from my mother as she sank down along side us and wrapped us in her arms. We stayed as a family, protected in my mother's embrace, for a long time.

I became aware over some time that this new conception was emitting an energy that was enveloping us, but only I could feel it. It grew so strong that I could sense it as it wrapped me within gossamer wings that reached out and bathed me in iridescent light that was amazingly bright and warm. But not just ordinarily warm; it felt like I had been returned to the wet warmth of my mother's womb. I hadn't felt this when I'd made Mom pregnant, and it was an epiphany when I realized why this was. Carrie and I had conceived a son, and what I was feeling was an ethereal connection to him right from the very moment he was conceived. Mom and I had conceived a girl and for reasons I still don't fully understand, I never achieved the same connection with our daughter.

The vision of the three of us that I'd had earlier did indeed come to pass as we spent the rest of the night together, making love. The next morning Eric and Annie found us tangled, naked and asleep in front of a dying fire. Annie covered us and together they headed off to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

I was woken by the smell of bacon frying and gave Mom a gentle shake and a kiss to bring her around as well.

"Good morning. Annie and Eric are making breakfast. You should probably join them. I think I'll take Carrie up to bed and let her sleep a bit more. I'll come down as soon as I have her settled in and grab a quick shower."

It was great to finally see Eric again and he obviously felt the same way as we hugged like long lost brothers. He had matured a bit over the intervening years but still looked much the same as I remember him from before my accident. Eric has that classic All-American look. I'd bet that if you looked All-American up in the dictionary, his picture would be there. At six-foot-five and 220 pounds he definitely stands out in a crowd. Having just about every one of those pounds as muscle doesn't hurt either. His blond hair and blue eyes completed a physical package that could have left me jealous had I been my old pre-self-discovery persona.