Colleen
Copyright© 2025 by Texas Refugee
Chapter 5
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 5 - A sensual night between Bobby and Colleen unfolds with raw intimacy and emotional undercurrents, revealing the depth of their connection and the quiet vulnerability beneath their passion.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Romantic Fiction Fairy Tale High Fantasy Humor Incest Brother Sister Rough Spanking Anal Sex Cream Pie Massage Masturbation Pregnancy Squirting Tit-Fucking Big Breasts
“Your Uncle Bobby and I had a talk today. Bobby feels very badly that he is taking Molly’s room and that Meghan has to share hers, plus Molly’s room is sort of small for a grown up. So, Bobby has been thinking of moving to his own home. I told him that we needed to talk it over with you girls.”
They immediately erupted in protest. “NO! You can’t leave; we want you to stay here.”
“Well, can you help us to think of a better solution?”
Both of their faces went into a frown as they began to concentrate. Suddenly Molly broke into a big grin as she looked first at Colleen and then at me. “Uncle Bobby, mommy’s bedroom is huge and she has a great big bed. Why don’t you sleep with her?”
“I hadn’t thought about that. It sounds like a very good idea, but what does your mother think?”
“Mommy, is it ok, can Uncle Bobby sleep with you?”
“I don’t want him to leave either so, yes, I’m willing to give it a try and see if it works out ... as long he promises not to hog the covers.”
“Yay! You get to sleep with Mommy, Uncle Bobby.” Then they both giggled, “And leave the covers alone or we will come and get you.”
They ran down the hall to gather up Molly’s things to move her back into her own room. I leaned over and kissed Colleen on the cheek and asked, “how did you know how to do that?”
She got that half smile of hers again and said, “Once you become a parent, these things just come to you.”
So that night I permanently and openly moved into Colleen’s bed and made it our bed. Molly never said anything, but you could tell that she was happy to be back in her own room. Things just kept getting better for everyone.
About a month later I woke up to find myself in bed alone with some awful sounds coming from the bathroom. I got up and went in to find Colleen on her knees with her head in the toilet. I ran to her in a panic and asked, “Are you ok?”
“Does it look like I’m ok? Go away, I don’t want you to see this.”
“But...”
“Just go away ... oh god...” This was followed by something very unpleasant looking spurting out of her mouth. “GO!”
I went back and sat on the edge of the bed listening to some violent retching noises for the next ten minutes. Finally I heard the toilet flush and the sound of Colleen gargling with mouthwash. She came in and sat on the bed next to me, her face pasty white and her eyes slightly red.
“Honey, are you Ok?”
She turned her head and smiled at me. “Yes, as a matter of fact everything is fine, it couldn’t be better.”
“What happened, what’s going on?”
“Well, let’s think here for a minute. I’m three weeks late with my period and I’ve been puking my guts out for the last four mornings. If I remember the symptoms correctly from the last two times, there’s a fairly good chance that I’m pregnant.”
“WHAT? How? When?”
“You had better already know the how part, and as to when, it was probably the first time we did it. I was ovulating that day and some how I just felt it, sort of special you know.”
“Are you sure?”
“I can’t be one hundred percent positive until I take the test, but yes, I’m reasonably sure that we are going to have a baby.”
I sat staring at her with my mouth open for several minutes before she spoke again. “Bobby ... are you ok, say something.”
I pushed her back on to the bed, spread her legs apart and slammed my cock into her. She yelped out, “Bobby ... what are you doing ... oh God ... Jesus Bobby you’re ... oh God, oh fuck ... don’t stop.” She put her hands on my ass, pulling me in and at the same time telling me to go faster and harder. I only had to stroke about nine or ten times before both of us screamed out our release. We lay there panting and gasping for air. After we had calmed down, Colleen turned and looked at me with a shocked expression on her face.
“What the hell was that?”
“If you’re not pregnant now, I’m going to make damn sure that you will be.”
“Does this mean that you’re ok with the idea of being a father?”
“How could you possibly think any thing different?”
She cuddled in close to me and whispered, “I just need to hear you say it.”
While Colleen got the girls up and ready for the day, I called the office to tell them that I would not be coming in. Together we dropped Meghan and Molly off at school then stopped at the pharmacy to buy a home pregnancy kit. Holding hands we raced into the bathroom. As Colleen sat on the toilet and put her hand between her legs to pee on the stick, I unbuckled my belt and shoved my pants down to my ankles. When the pee started, she reached over, grasped my dick and began sliding her hand up and down. When she finished, Colleen laid the stick on the counter and said, “We have to wait for ten minutes.”
I pulled her up by the hand, spun her around and made her bend over the sink. Driven by some type of animalistic compulsion, I shoved my cock into her from behind. She immediately began pushing back against me, neither one of us caring if the other one climaxed. The only thing I wanted was to leave another load of sperm in my sister’s womb. The screaming of our orgasms was magnified by the echoes inside the small room. She turned her head and looked back over her shoulder, smiled at me and said, “I think being pregnant is going work out pretty good for me.”
Colleen picked up the stick, looked at it for a second and said one word.
“Positive.”
With the urgency of knowing about the pregnancy over, we spent the rest of the morning in bed making love, slowly, tenderly, passionately. In the afternoon we got dressed and I went to pick up the girls while Colleen phoned the doctor. She got an appointment for later in the week to have the official test, but it didn’t matter, we already knew.
We were deliriously happy during those first few weeks. When she wasn’t looking, I would catch Colleen smiling and slowly rubbing her lower stomach where our baby was growing. Our friends and neighbors began to smile when they looked at us as though they knew something was different.
By the third month, Colleen was beginning to show and we knew that we would have figure out some way to let people know. Since no one in San Miguel knew that we were brother and sister, we decided to neither hide it nor broadcast it, but go with a direct response if asked. Yes, Colleen is pregnant and we are overjoyed. Let the rumor mill feed itself ... the live-in boyfriend knocked up that nice widow woman. As far as the office was concerned, when Colleen was really showing, I had her come in and pick me up for lunch. By the time I got back an hour later, everyone in the building knew I was going to be a father and Miss Jennings was already making plans for a baby shower.
The family however was a different matter.
Colleen hated maternity clothes, so the only things she would wear were two pairs of overalls left over from the last time she was pregnant, or a couple of pairs of track pants with an elastic waist that I had purchased for her. When Colleen got big enough that loose clothing couldn’t hide it any longer, we decided it was time to tell the girls. One night after dinner, she brought out the lemon meringue pie.
“Girls, we need to talk.”
Meghan and Molly froze in place; their eyes focused on Colleen, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“You girls are growing up so fast; you’re going to be in the second and third grades next year. You’re just not my little babies anymore. Uncle Bobby is at his office all day while you’re at school so I’m here alone. You know how much I love tiny babies so I was wondering ... what would you think if Mommy had another baby?”
Both girls squealed and clapped their hands. “That would be wonderful. How soon can we get the baby?” Meghan looked over to me then back at her mother. “What about Uncle Bobby, he lives here too. What does he think?”
“I agree, I think a baby is a wonderful idea.”
“Good. I’ll go clean my room so she can sleep in my room.”
“Will not, she’s going to be in my room.”
The girls went into the living room still arguing about where the baby was going to sleep when Molly ran back in out of breath and yelled, “We want a sister, bothers are icky,” and ran back out.
I looked at Colleen with admiration. “You’re very good at this.”
“Don’t worry, a year from now you’ll be able to do this kind of thing in your sleep.”
The next step was dealing with Mom and the twins. Every couple of weeks, Mom or one of the twins, or all of them would drive up from Santa Teresa and spend the day with us while the kid cousins would wreak havoc and mayhem together in the back yard. They were concerned about my well being after all the shit from Barbara and wanted to make sure everything was going ok. Once Colleen was showing, we started coming up with excuses to keep them from coming to visit.
By the seventh month, Colleen was as big as house. Most of the weight that she gained was all in the front where the baby was. She had been like that with Meghan and Molly too. She looked like a lady who had shoved a beach ball up under her shirt.
It had reached the point where we couldn’t put off telling Mom and the twins any longer. I called Mike and Jimmy and asked them to meet us at Mom’s house the next weekend. So bright and early on Saturday, we loaded Meghan and Molly into the car and headed out for Santa Teresa.
When we pulled up in front of Mom’s house, Meghan and Molly had the car doors open by the time the engine was off. They flew up the steps and burst through the front door yelling. “Grandma, Grandma we’re here.” I walked around to the other side to help Colleen get out of the car and saw Jimmy step on to the porch. He took one look at Colleen and stuck his head back in the door and yelled.
“Mike, get out here, quick.”
Jimmy and Mike watched as their brother and sister, Colleen holding on to my arm for support, walked up the steps of the house we had all grown up in. Their sister who would only dress in the most sophisticated of clothes was today wearing a pair of navy blue track pants with a white stripe down the side. On top was one of my t-shirts and a sweatshirt from college that was not zipped up because it couldn’t stretch far enough to close around her belly. She had accessorized her wardrobe by putting on a baseball cap with the stray ends of her blonde hair sticking out from underneath going in a dozen different directions. The last thing she wore was a beatific smile that made her look like Pintirelli’s “Madonna.” In plain and simple terms, Colleen looked beautiful.
Colleen had to hold on to my arm to get up the eight steps to the porch. Mike came half way down to meet us and took her other arm to help get her the rest of the way up. As we walked past Jimmy I heard him say, “I can’t wait to hear this.”
Once in the living room, Jimmy and Mike, and their wives just stood staring at Colleen. Finally Jimmy’s wife Mi Lin spoke. “You’ve been in the car for over an hour, you probably need to go to the bathroom and we can talk when you’re done. Jimmy, go outside and get your mother ... and tell the kids to stay outside.”
Mom came in followed by Mike’s daughter Patricia who was now three years old. She ran over and held out her arms for me to pick her up. Mom smiled at us while everyone else was fidgeting and looking at me.
“What’s so important that the kids need to stay outside? Where’s Colleen?”
“Right here Mom, I just went to the bathroom.”
Colleen walked into the room and came to stand next to me, holding my hand as I held Patricia in my other arm. Mom took one look at Colleen and her eyes began to bug out. She took two steps back and sank down on the couch, her eyes wide and mouth open staring at Colleen’s mid-section. After several minutes of deafening silence Mom spoke.
“Colleen, is there something you would like to tell us?”
“Mom ... Jimmy ... Mike ... I’m pregnant.”
“I can see that for God’s sakes,” Mom snapped. “I’m not blind. Could you elaborate? As in who is the father?”
“I am.”
There was an audible click as all eyes snapped towards me and jaws fell even further. Mike’s wife Sharon was the first to recover. “Excuse me, what did you just say?”
“I said, I am the father. Colleen and I are having a baby ... together.”
Everyone looked to watch Mom. The color in her face had turned white as she said. “Oh my God,” and placed her head in her hands. After a long pause she raised her head back up and shook it hard as though trying shake things back into place. Mom took several deep breaths that seemed to calm her down somewhat and stared wide-eyed at Colleen for several minutes then asked, “Why?”
Colleen squeezed my hand a little harder and answered, “Because I love him.”
Mom looked to me. “Bobby?”
“Mom, I love Colleen more than life itself.”
After a long period of silence, Mom gave a sigh of resignation then stood up. She came over and put her arms around both of us. “I don’t understand what is going on here, I just pray to God that you kids know what you’re doing. I don’t want anyone to get hurt. When is the baby due?”
“January 3rd.”
“Your grandfather’s birthday, he would be very honored.”
During this time Mike and Jimmy had been whispering to each other, getting more and more animated. Finally Mike asked his question.
“Listen, guys, when did you ... um ... the first time ... the very first time ... uh ... you know ... first time ... um ... uh.”
Jimmy finished Mike’s question. “When was the first time you guys did it?”
Colleen looked down at her stomach then back at the twins with a smile. “This March, first time’s the charm. Why do you ask?”
Jimmy said, “HA!” at the same time Mike exclaimed, “Damn it.” Mike pulled out his wallet, counted out five singles and handed them to Jimmy who was grinning from ear to ear. Mom watched this and asked, “What’s this all about?”
Mike had a sheepish look on his face. “Oh ... well uh, when we were in high school I bet Jimmy five dollars that Colleen and Bobby were doing it.”
“MICHAEL THOMAS O’CONNER! That’s a disgusting thing to say about you sister!”
“Oh come on, Mom. Until Colleen met Bill, she and Bobby were practically joined at the hip. Half the kids in school thought they were doing it.”
Our mother looked like she was about to have a stroke.
“JAMES, IS THIS TRUE?”
Now it was Jimmy’s turn to look awkward. “Yeah Mom, but I didn’t. Remember, I’m the one that won the bet.”
One of the many things that we have always been able count on from Jimmy has been his ability to defuse explosive situations, especially when it came to our parents. He walked over, put his arms around both Mom and Colleen and grinned. “Just relax Mom. Take a look at Colleen, you can see how happy she is ... and that big doofus brother of mine. Everything is going be fine. Besides, you’re going to have one more grandchild to spoil rotten. Now where is that casserole you promised? I’m not leaving here until I get some.” Still grinning he leaned in to me and whispered so that no one else could hear. “Do anything to hurt Colleen and I will kill you.”
I knew that he meant it.
I whispered back to him, “If I ever do any thing to hurt her I’ll load the gun for you myself.”
“Good, just so we understand each other.”