Chapter 6

‘Pregnant,’ Tony repeated. He suddenly felt very cold, and dizzy, even though he was lying down. ‘Kayla ... how can you be pregnant?’

‘IUDs aren’t fail-safe,’ she said softly, not looking at him. ‘Nothing is 100% fail-safe, even if they’re close.

‘Okay,’ he said. He was starting to breathe a little easier. ‘So, how far along? —and god, what’ll we tell Mum and Dad?’

‘Almost three months,’ Kayla replied. ‘I’m nearly done the whole first trimester.’ Now she propped her head up on her arm to look her brother in the face. ‘And I’ve already thought about Mum and Dad. We don’t tell them. Not the truth, anyway. What we need to do is to start going to parties.’

‘What? Parties?’

‘Yes,’ Kayla said, and nodded.

It was not until the next day that she explained her plan. They would go to parties on the weekend—and go, but only once or twice at most—and sneak away. Find somewhere private to make love. Recently they’d enjoyed fogging up the back of Kayla’s little car in a deserted lot. They would climb into the back and kiss. Kayla would lie back on the seat, Tony settling over her, or she’d climb up onto his lap, and they’d kiss passionately. He’d squeeze her breasts, sighing and moaning as his sister rubbed her crotch against the bulge in his jeans. When he could no longer bear it, Tony would unzip his pants and pull his cock out and Kayla would slip out of her panties. If he was above her, he’d take his time to penetrate her deeply, kissing her lips tenderly and fondling her breasts. It was quite romantic, really. The other times she would hop on top of him and give him a nice ride. Tony almost always came inside her, and more often than not Kayla had at least one orgasm herself. The two of them were insatiable, even with Kayla’s pregnancy.

Kayla only pretended to drink at the parties they attended. Too often she snuck away with her brother to make out and maybe have a quickie somewhere secluded in the forest nearby. If she allowed herself anything, it was a little weed, and only if the morning sickness got really bad—which it had only a couple times.

She would wake up, often at three or four in the morning, aching and needing, and slip next door on bare feet to her brother’s room. Shuck her pajamas and climb into bed with him. He’d moan, half-asleep, as her bare skin touched his and he’d turn to her; he only slept in underwear. In nearly no time he’d have an erection, and she would pull his underwear down and climb on top of him, moaning as he filled her with his cock. By the time Tony became fully awake Kayla would already be having her first orgasm. He never protested to being woken by such a welcome distraction.

Sometimes when he woke, she’d insist he get up and take her from behind; those positions which made her feel vulnerable turned her on the most, and plus she could rub herself when he took her like that. Tony was eager enough to give her a nice, deep dicking whenever she asked for it. He would massage and pinch her nipples to, so she was moaning so quietly, and her velvet pussy was squeezing his cock. His fingers were buried deep in her snatch as well, while Kayla rubbed furiously at her clit with one of her own hands.

They had discovered, quite by accident, that Kayla enjoyed when Tony put some fingers in her at the same time as his cock. Her pubic hair was light brown, neatly blending with his when he pressed into her deeply. Tony had never said it out loud yet, but having impregnated her was a huge turn on for him. ‘You’re having my baby,’ he would think, as he was buried to the hilt within her, and then he would shudder, and moan, his cock twitching inside his sister’s pussy.

Kayla was loud when she came. So loud that she’d taken to burying her face in his pillow whenever he pounded her from behind. He’d begun to be very familiar with how she felt when she was about to have an orgasm—a bit tenser inside, but yet softer; there were more juices to make him slippery. Then, he’d feel the ripples inside her, massaging his cock, especially the sensitive head, and he would groan as he heard his sister’s muffled cries, her hips spasming, pushing back onto his cock as she wailed into the pillow. Tony knew he could last a bit longer if he had to, but didn’t feel like it ... it felt too good, to have her cumming on him, that he let loose, moaning and grunting, pushing in deep as his cream flowed into her womb.

‘Mum, I have something to tell you,’ Kayla said, sometime in her fourth month. It was after supper, a quiet night, and Kayla ad Tony had agreed that her pregnancy had to be known by their parents. ‘Can we have a special lunch sometime soon? I need to talk to you.’

Tony and Kayla’s mother, Florence Johnson, was a sensible woman. Her father had been a farmer, too, just as her husband was, and she knew when something was truly important.

‘Of course, honey,’ she said, smiling easily. ‘What about tomorrow for lunch?’

‘Mum. Okay, this is embarrassing.’ Florence noticed her daughter’s downcast eyes as she picked at the penne on her plate before putting her fork down.

‘It’s okay, sweetie. You can tell me.’ Kayla took a deep, restorative breath and tried to smile at her mother. ‘Okay, do you remember when I went to all those parties a last month, and the month before, and before that? Tony and I would go to all those places, right?’ Florence nodded. ‘Sure. You seemed to enjoy yourself, but never got too wild ... you always seemed sober enough when you got back. Not drunk enough to be worried. That’s why I kept allowing you to go.’ ‘Yeah Mum,’ Kayla agreed. ‘I was easy with the liquor. But something else happened. Some wild things. Um ... well, I had sex. With a couple people. And I’m pregnant, Mama, nearly three months along.’ Florence took a breath. ‘I thought you might say that,’ she replied calmly. ‘Oh honey.’ She hugged her daughter. ‘Do you know who the father is?’