Chapter 4

“Fuck, yes, bro ... GOD YES!” Amy screamed as she rode my pole, her favorite cock in the world, just as hers was my favorite pussy of all.

“You love to fuck me seated like this, don’t ya, babe?” I teased my sweet sister as I impaled her with my stiff, thick rod.

“Oh ... Goddamn it ... fuck it ... hell, yes!” Amy’s snatch grew slicker and juicier with each stroke of her bouncing up and down on me.

I grabbed my sister’s buns and she really went crazy with her lust, her repeated kisses to my face and neck exhibiting her affection and passion as well. We had been lovers for quite a while, in fact, and once we became intimate, we never stopped it or even slowed down. I adored my Anastassia, and I certainly loved Mom, but Amy ... Amy was my soulmate, the greatest love of my life. I could never give her up for nothing or nobody. We might have different fathers, but we shared one soul, which was how she saw it, too.

Amy moaned very loudly as she felt my balls churning, ready to spill my seed deep inside her very soon. She kissed me harder than ever, her tongue tangling with mine while my fingers toyed with her delectable bottom. I knew what she wanted and vice versa. It was high time. Amy wanted to conceive my child ... our child. I wasn’t sure if Anastassia would get pregnant to me or to Oswald, but I knew that Amy would only let me breed her. That was something ironclad with her. I didn’t begrudge either woman her preferences, and frankly, it was a signal honor for me, was it not?

“Do it ... bro ... knock ... me ... up!” Amy begged me while I pulled my fingers out of her butt and Anastassia started rimming her in earnest.

I couldn’t take any more, so I spurted out rope after rope of my hot jizz into Amy’s wet and ready gash. I kissed her several times, too, even as she creamed herself at least thrice from my cock spilling my load into her slick and juicy cunt. Amy finally slid off my lap and shared the joys of fellatio with Anastassia. When Mom joined them on her knees, I found it very difficult to go soft anytime soon.

“He’s ... really gonna breed you, then?” Mom inquired out of sheer curiosity as I finally rose to hit the john due to my full bladder.

“Yes, and I’m fertile now. I don’t know if I’ll ever fool around with other men or not, but no other man will ever be allowed to impregnate me. I’ve already decided that much. He’s not just my big brother. He’s like my other Dad, you know. He’s been there for me ... for so many years. No offense, Mom, but I love and trust Victor more than anyone else on Earth. That’s just how it is.

“I won’t claim to be faithful or monogamous ... just that I do his bidding and that he owns me, lock, stock, and barrel. And Victor always comes first for me ... and with me. That’s just how it has to be,” Amy assured Mom with a kiss.

“So, lover ... I love how Amy is with you. Just because I love two men the way that I do ... it doesn’t mean that I think any less of Amy for loving you that fiercely, that single-mindedly. She trusts you, adores you, worships you ... regards you as her other father, as she said. You helped your mother and stepfather raise her, after all. She’s ... deeply submissive to you, too. I respect that. She might get sassy at times ... playfully, that is, but that girl would walk on fire or hot coals for you, or crawl over broken glass, for that matter.

“Thank you ... thank you for being you. For being that kind of man, who could win that kind of passionate surrender from your own sister that way. For being the kind of man who would never ask or demand it of her, but will treasure it nonetheless. Thank you for loving me too much to ask me to be like her in every respect. You love both of us as we are, not as you would make us. Thank you for accepting my decision to marry Oswald instead of you. It’s nothing against you. It’s ... how it must be.