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"I Landra Cummings, being of sound mind and body do hereby set forth and bequeath..."

I still couldn't believe it was happening. Mother only found the lump three months ago, and already we were reading her will. I looked over at my brother Brian. The suit he was wearing would have looked sharp if he had tied the tie correctly and buttoned the shirt right. Looking at his puffy face and red rimmed eyes, I hoped mine didn't look as equally bad, but I expect I did.

"...split equally between my two children, Brian Cummings and Laura Cummings nee Ferguson."

What did he just say?

"Excuse me, Mr Williams, what did you just say?"

He shuffles the paper around in front of him, "Basically your mother left you each equal shares of her stock portfolio and split the remainder of her assests between you. You each have half ownership of the house, car, etc."

"No, the part about Ferguson."

He looked embarrassed, "Oh that. Your mother wanted you to know when you came of age next year, but this caught her unprepared and she asked me to tell you both after a suitable period. However now that it has come to your attention, I guess now is as good a time as any. Laura, Landra wasn't your mother. Your parents were Tom and Jennifer Ferguson. The couple killed in the house fire next door to you. As you have been told the story, Landra's husband and Brian's father, Robert Cummings tried to save the Fergusons, but was overcome by fumes and died exiting the house. In truth, he did save one member of the Ferguson family, their six month old daughter, Laura. That is you. In fact you stand to inherit a large amount of money and stocks in a few months when your trust fund comes under your control. The Fergusons were very well off."

I sat there stunned. I don't remember much about the rest of the day. When I came out of the fog, I was home with my jeans and sweatshirt on. I sat there on my bed for a long time before realizing that I had an envelope in my hands. It had mother's... my adoptive mother's writing on it.

Inside was a letter from her,

Dearest Laura,

I don't know how you took the news, but I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me for chickening out on telling you. I always thought I had time, but when I found I didn't, I was just so weak and tired. I know you wanted to go to the University, now that you know about your trust fund, you can afford it. Sell the house, split the proceeds with your brother. Then go and chase your dream.

Do you want more advice from a medling old woman? I wasn't as blind as you all thought. I knew about the midnight meetings in the spare room in the basement. I know you love Brian and now that he isn't your brother anymore, you can openly love him. Go to the University, change your name back to Ferguson and try living together. No one will talk like they would here. I hope you will find happiness with each other. I truly do. I've seen the longing looks between you two and how neither of you seem happy with the people you date. When you are done with this letter, go to him. Love him. He's a fine man, just like his father. He will make you happy, you will make him happy. I love you both, equally. It would make ME very happy up in heaven to know that my two children will be together always.

Love, Mom

I knock on Brian's door, he mumbles something. I go in anyway.

There he is, the man I love, the boy who took my virginity at 16 and the guy I just can't stop thinking about. I take off my clothes and slide into bed with him.

He's warm and smells good, a combination of a little sweat and the after shave I love. He doesn't wake fully but pulls me towards him, circling me with his arms. I didn't mean to fall asleep, but that's exactly what happened.

I awake when he rolls over onto his back. I try to snuggle up to him, but he pulls away from me. "Laura, I just don't feel right about this..."

I show him the letter and mother's final wish. "You want me, you'd live with me Laura?" Tears brim over and spill down his cheeks. "When we decided that we couldn't be together and we broke it off, I couldn't think of anyone else but you. The dates and girls just left me cold, none were you..."

We both slept naked and I could feel him hardening against my thigh. I ran a hand down his body and gripped his manhood. Looking him in the eye, I whispered, "me too," as I slid down under the comforter.

Taking the crown of his penis into my mouth, I squeeze his sack. They are large and heavy, I can tell they haven't been emptied recently. From the way he's moaning, I don't think this will take long the first time. Relaxing I take more and more of him into my mouth with every slurp.

"Oh sis, that feels so good..." His hands urge my head lower and I oblige. Almost without warning, his balls jump up in his sack and I can feel him expand in my mouth. I frantically swallow, but some still spills on his pubic hair.

I crawl up his muscular body, rubbing my nipples over his skin. I am so wet and ready. I kiss him, and get perverse pleasure out of knowing that he's tasting his own sperm. I slowly scootch backwards and impale myself on him. His length enters me easily. Coming down from his orgasmic high his eyes widen. "Laura, we don't have any protection!"

"Hmmm, and doesn't it feel good!" I purr. We had played games our lovemaking in the past. Seeing if he could pull out in time, daring for me to catch his baby. I knew how much it turned him on. I knew how much it turned me on. Slowly I started moving my hips. "Hmmm, big bother, you want me to stop?"

"Oh god no, you feel so wet and tight. I could come again in minutes if you keep that up!"

"So what's stopping you Brian? We're not related, so what does it matter if we make a baby? People have been doing it for simply ages." I could feel him grow harder in my pussy. I couldn't believe how good he felt. A gleam came to his eyes, it told me that if I wanted his load, I was going to get it.

Raising to meet me, his hips thrusts upwards in time with my gyrations, driving his spike further into me. I don't think I ever felt wetter or hotter, I knew my cycle. I was ready and waiting for his sperm. My body wanted his sperm, wanted to be bred by my lover. My breasts ground into his chest, his hairy pecs abrading my sensitive nipples, and I loved it! They felt huge and swollen, I wondered what they would feel like filled with milk. That was when he reached up and started massaging me. Gripping my nipples and rolling them between thumb and forefinger, the pleasure/pain was just what I needed to set me off.

It began like lightning in my loins, then spread out towards my extremities. My orgasm ripped through me. I pushed myself down as far as I could go on his cock. I could hear him moaning. As I started to come down from my high, he thrust upwards with all his might and screamed.

"Here it comes, filling you up, making you mine forever. Oh gods sis I love you, take my baby! Momma, I'm making you a grandchild!!!!" I could feel him jerk inside me and his warmth spread over my cervix. In midbreath, I suddenly came again! Harder than before. It felt like I would never stop, it just went on and on. I collapsed on his chest and any movement would trigger another mini-orgasm in me. Then when his cock finally softened and slipped out. I twitched and shuddered again and passed out.

We sold our house and moved to a new state. When I turned eighteen three months later, we found out just how well off we were, by that time I was six months pregnant. We decided to make an honest woman out of me. We were surprised when our marriage license was denied. The gargoyle matron behind the window sneered at us. "Did you think we wouldn't notice you were half brother and sister? You two disgust me, get out of here before I have to arrested!"

Maybe there was a reason after all why Father rescued me from the Ferguson's burning house....