When Valerie asked her son and daughter to pose for a nude painting she
didn't intend that they fall in love ...  or have sex, but they did. 
Feeling like she was falling for her son herself, Valerie had to do
something.  Then she remembered the relationship she used to have with HER
brother...

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   NOTE: This is version 'Delta' of this story.  Chapters one through five
are identical to version Bravo, however, in chapter six the story goes in a
different direction.  If you have read version Bravo, you have already read
the first five chapters of this story.

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   The Passion Of Art (Version Delta)

   By Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)



   Chapter 1D

   Valerie Hudson sighed as she looked at her latest landscape.  She loved
working in oils because it gave her so much time to make little adjustments
before the paint dried.

   But she was tired of landscapes.

   She'd painted in college and loved it.  But being a mother and wife was
too time consuming, so her easel and paints sat in the attic for years. 
Now that Robby was seventeen and Megan fifteen the time she had to spend
parenting was much shorter.  He was a good kid, with good friends and good
habits, and she didn't have to worry about him when he was out with his
friends, or on dates.  Megan was a "popular" girl, on the cheerleading
squad, a debater, and in all the musicals the school produced.  She didn't
even date yet, and hadn't asked to.

   Valerie wasn't spending much time being a wife either, now that Phil,
her husband, had gone off to Russia to establish a branch office of his
company there.

   "I'll only be gone a year, Babe" he'd said, standing there all tall and
handsome, as he packed the last things in his carryon.  "Once it's set up
and running I'll come back home and we'll be able to retire.

   She'd laughed at that.  She'd had Robby when she was 20.  He was as
unplanned as they come, but they'd managed, and she'd still graduated with
her Bachelor's degree in Art.  She was going to teach in the Elementary
grades, but Phil's business took off and she didn't need to work.  So she
stayed home with Robby and then had Megan.  When Phil got back she'd be 38.
Who retired at 38?

   She had to pee and went to the bathroom.  While there she saw her birth
control pills and popped one out of it's plastic cocoon.  There were only
two left in the pack.  She unconsciously counted in her mind.  Yes, that
was right.  She should have two left.  She'd have to go to the pharmacy and
get the prescription refilled.  She wondered why she bothered.  Phil wasn't
coming back for another eight months.

   Habit, probably.  She counted them from habit too.  She'd started doing
that when Megan turned 14 and her body just exploded into womanhood. 
Valerie worried that Megan would be tempted to steal a pill here, and a
pill there, to save up her own supply for when she decided to give up her
virginity.

   It hadn't happened, but Valerie was a careful woman, and it was also a
good habit to ensure she knew if she missed one, and to prevent her from
taking too many.  As she swallowed the pill she thought again about her
daughter.  Fifteen was a tough time for a girl these days.  There were lots
of temptations.  Maybe she'd better get Megan her own prescription.  Just
in case.

   She went back out to the big sunny room where she painted.  She thought
about doing some still life work, but that didn't appeal to her either. 
She'd liked doing portraits, but no one wanted those nowadays.

   She heard a sound and turned around.

   "Hey mom." It was Robby.  He'd just taken a shower and had a towel
wrapped around his waist.  "I'm out of lotion.  Can I borrow some of
yours?"

   "Sure honey" she said automatically.  "It's on the counter in the
bathroom." She pointed to her bathroom and admired her son's broad,
well-muscled back as he turned to go in there.  He was a good looking boy,
the spitting image of Phil when she met him and he swept her off her feet -
literally - bedding her the first night they went out.  She shivered as she
remembered that night.

   Neither of them had planned on things going that far, but she found out
that night just how hot blooded she was.  When she felt his manhood push
it's way into her she loved everything about it...  even the pain of being
stretched in ways she'd never been stretched before.

   She shuddered again and looked up to see her son holding her packet of
birth control pills, reading the back.

   "Put those down" she said.  "You don't need them"

   He turned his brown-eyed gaze on her.  "And you do?"

   She blushed.  "Once you start taking them they make changes in your
body, and it's a good idea not to mess with the chemistry.  He'll be back
in eight months.  I want to be ready."

   She blushed again as she realized just how intimate the conversation had
become.  Robby dropped the pills on the counter, found the lotion and
squirted a dollop in his hand.  He rubbed it all over his chest and arms.
He was a wrestler, and his skin took a beating during training.  Valerie
watched his muscles ripple as he bent and moved.

   Wait.

   That was it!

   "Robby!" she said, a little loudly.

   He turned to look at her.

   "Would you do me a favor?" she asked.

   "Sure mom, what?" he said.

   "I'm getting bored with painting landscapes and still lifes.  I was
thinking about doing some body work.  But I'll need a model.  Would you sit
for me?"

   "Yeah, I guess.  How long will it take?"

   "Oh, I can do it in stages.  We can work it into your schedule.  An hour
here, half an hour there.  It won't interfere too much with your routine."

   "OK" he said.  "Sure."

   "Are you going out on a date Friday night?" she asked.

   "No, not this Friday" he said.  "I was going to go shoot some pool over
at Ricky's.  "Well, save me an hour or two when you get done shooting
pool." she said.

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   Homer Watkins finished his dirty little business in the basement of his
shabby house in Ontario Canada.  He was a counterfeiter, and a fairly good
one at that.  He held up the completed product and admired it.  It looked
exactly like a brand new packet of Benzostyrillenophyl Oxyflorrinal, a
popular new generic birth control pill.  What it actually was were some
sugar pills wrapped up in his latest creation.  He looked closely at the
printing on the foil backing of the push-out tabs.

   It was PERFECT!  No one would ever be able to tell it from the real
thing.

   Not even his cousin Mort, who owned a pharmaceutical supply company, and
who would be paying Homer a lot of money for sealing a deal with the
supplier of the popular new drug.  He told Mort he cut the deal for only
75% of the normal price.  Mort already had a buyer lined up - some dufus in
the States.  They'd both make a killing and Mort would never know anything
was wrong.

  
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   George Harrison Watkins IV wasn't an evil man.  He had inherited the
family pharmacy while he was in college and, thinking it would support his
lifestyle, had neglected to study the ins and outs of business, preferring
to party instead.

   Now, because he was no businessman, the seventy-nine year old Drug Store
was in trouble.  He was going to have to do something.  He couldn't fire
Frank, his Pharmacist.  Everybody loved the old coot and firing him would
lose him half his customers.

   The very first thing he decided to do was start importing drugs from
Canada.  That would save him a bundle, and he would sell them at his normal
prices.  The first drug he ordered was a new brand of generic birth control
pills that would cost him only half of what he usually had to spend.  By
charging just a little less than he would for the name brand, he'd still
make twice as much profit.

   He wasn't an evil man, he was just a greedy one.

  
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   "I'm surprised at you Mom" said Megan as they left the Doctor's office.
"I can't believe you got me a prescription for the pill.  I told you I
don't do that stuff." "I know, sweetie, but I'll feel a lot better knowing
you're protected.  There are so many bad people out there nowadays.  I know
nothing will happen to you, and I don't want you to think this means I
approve of premarital sex.  I'll just feel better.  That's all."

   "Whatever" drawled Megan, rolling her eyes like a typical teenager.

   The problem was, she WAS a typical teenager.  Inside she was about to
burst.  She wasn't worried about some rapist.  She was worried about Tommy
Valderburg, the second string quarterback she'd been exchanging hot kisses
with after practice for the last month.  Those kisses were making her get
strange and wonderful feelings between her legs, and, for the first time in
her young life, she was beginning to think a LOT about sex.

  
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   "Hi Frank" said Valerie to her friendly neighborhood Pharmacist.

   "Good afternoon Mrs.  Hudson," said Frank, "What can I do for you
today?" "I need a refill on my birth control pills." she said, distracted
by a lovely display of sunglasses on the counter.

   "No problem Mrs.  Hudson" said Frank.  "I just got a new shipment in
today.  They're the new generic kind, and they're a little less expensive."

   "Oh, good, because I have another prescription here for my daughter."

   "I'll mark the backs of them differently so the two of you don't get
them mixed up." said Frank helpfully.

  
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   Valerie spent the next three days making sketches, trying to get an idea
of how she wanted to pose Robby.  Friday night arrived and she relaxed,
taking a nice long bubble bath and drinking wine while she watched TV.  She
had on her favorite silk robe, the one that caressed her body so sensually
when she was naked under it, like tonight.

   She heard the front door open and close.  Robby was home.  For some
reason she was excited about the project.

   He came into the living room, where she was sprawled on the recliner,
her robe carelessly closed.  There was a lot of her naked legs showing and
a lot of cleavage as well.

   Robby looked at his mother and, in the dim light, saw someone else.  The
way she was lying was almost exactly like one of the pictures he'd
downloaded recently from a website called M.I.L.F.S.  of America.  And
there HAD been a lot of Mothers He'd Like To Fuck.  Her dark hair was
fanned out on the chair behind her head, and the dark reds in the robe made
her milky white skin almost glow in the dim light.  She was beautiful!

   He felt his prick begin to wake up.

   The beautiful woman on the chair spoke.  "Robby, you're back!  Good, I
want to get started."

   He shook his head.  It was his MOTHER, not some slutty M.I.L.F.  out
there in cyberland.

   "Yeah...  right." he said.  He was glad it was dark in the room.  He
didn't want her to see the lump in the front of his pants.

   She took him to the studio, which now had shades drawn tightly.  She had
erected a platform, made of pine boards, and there was a short plastic
column standing on one side, on top of a plinth.  It looked vaguely Roman
to him.

   "OK, take your clothes off and stand by the column." said his mother,
while she was moving things around on the easel.

   "What?" he responded.  He'd been watching the way the robe showed off
her long slim legs.  The knot holding the robe together was only loosely
tied and it was open from the top clear down to her belly button.  He was
having trouble looking at her as his mother, instead of as a woman.  He
shook his head again.  He thought she'd said he had to take his clothes
off.

   "I said take your clothes off and stand by the column." she said.  "I'm
painting you nude."

   "No way!" he gulped.

   "Way" his mother said.  She pointed at the platform with her brush.

   "But Mom, you'll see me naked!" he gasped.

   "What in the world is wrong with you?" she said, turning to look at him.
"I'm your mother.  I've seen you naked ever since you wiggled your way out
of me in that hospital."

   Robby suddenly had a vivid picture in his mind of his mother, stark
naked, lying on a hospital bed, her belly swollen huge because of him.  She
had her legs spread and had this look of expectation on her face, waiting
for him." It was the most erotic thing he'd thought of in a long time.  His
cock went to full stiff instantly.  "No, really Mom, I can't.  um...  I
have this...  problem." he moaned.

   In his shock he'd forgotten to keep his groin covered, and Valerie's
eyes immediately saw his 'problem'.

   "Oh, you poor baby" she cooed.  "Did some naughty girl get you all
worked up and then leave you high and dry?"

   She used her talking-to-a-five-year-old-voice.  Robby didn't know if she
was making fun of him or not.  On just the possibility that she didn't
realize it was SHE who was the naughty girl in question, he said "Yeah...
something like that."

   Valerie wanted to laugh, but she knew it would hurt his feelings. 
Imagine, her little boy with an erection.  "Well, you don't have to worry
about that.  Mommy has seen lots of erections, so you don't need to feel
shy.  Now, come on.  I want to get the preliminary sketch-in done tonight."

   Robby thought hard.  Obviously his mother didn't realize that SHE was
the cause of his boner.  So as long as she thought it was for some other
girl he was OK.  He took off his T shirt and unbuttoned his jeans.  When he
dropped them his briefs stood out four inches as the tip of his cock tried
to tear a hole through them.  He hooked his thumbs in the waistband and
started to push them down.

   Valerie wasn't exactly watching her son disrobe.  But she wasn't exactly
NOT watching either.  When he dropped his jeans she took in a breath.  He
was a lot bigger under there than she thought he would be.

   When WAS the last time she'd seen her son's penis?  She thought and
thought, and decided it was when he was ten or eleven, before he even had
any hair.  She turned her head to watch as he slid his underwear down.

   When he stepped out of them and stood up she felt her knees go weak.

   What was she thinking?  He wasn't a little boy any more.  That was no
little boy penis.  That part of him was all man.  She almost panicked as
she felt her pussy weep slick moisture.  She hadn't had a cock in over four
months and her pussy wanted one BAD!  It did when she saw this one anyway.

   It wasn't at all like Phil's.  Phil had a club, small at the tip, but
getting larger all the way back until it was as big around as her wrist at
the base.  Robby's was long and slim, pointed at the end where the foreskin
was missing.  It looked like some kind of viper, looking at her, albeit
with only one eye.  It jutted out of a thick nest of black hair that looked
springy and soft.

   Valerie coughed and turned away as she found herself envisioning her
lips and nose bouncing off of that nest of hair.  What in the world was she
thinking?  This was her son!  She realized she was breathing deeply and
tried to control herself.

   Robby just stood there, uncertainly.

   "Well" she was finally able to articulate.  "I guess you're a bigger boy
than I thought.  That must be one heck of a girl." Suddenly her whole body
shook, almost like a dog drying off after a dip in the river.  "OK... 
well...  get up on the dais and stand by the column.  Drape one arm over
the top of it."

   Her eyes narrowed as he turned and climbed the one step.  He was nothing
but muscle!  Even his ass cheeks tensed and rippled as he lifted one foot
to climb the step and then transferred his weight onto it.  He turned,
under the hair light she had fixed in place on the ceiling.  That cast his
face in the shadows, but highlighted the muscles on his arms and chest.

   It also highlighted his erection.

   It took her five tries to get anything even remotely like what she had
envisioned before she started.  For some reason, all her sketches ended up
with the roughly drawn amorphous figure having a fairly detailed and
obvious boner.  That wasn't her plan at all.  She had planned on painting
her son with a normal flaccid penis that would be de-emphasized by
strategically placed leaves from a plant she planned on "putting" on the
top of the column.  What she wanted to stand out was the muscle definition
on the chest, arms and thighs.

   It took the whole hour just to get one finished sketch and transfer it
to a canvas.  His erection never flagged even half an inch the whole time.

   "That's gotta be some girl" she thought to herself as she told him they
were finished for the night and he could go to bed.

   Without thinking, she gave her son a hug good night.

   Valerie was a tall woman.  That loosely tied silk robe of hers did
nothing whatsoever to keep his long, firm cock from sliding between the
opening and then between her legs.  She jerked as it grazed her still damp
pussy lips.

   "Oh Mom" he said, horrified.  "I'm so sorry." He pulled back.  The top
of his penis was shiny where her juices had transferred to it.

   "Don't be silly" she said, her voice husky with emotion.  "It was an
accident.  Go on to bed.  You have school tomorrow."

   Two hours later both of them were still awake.  Both were lying in dark
rooms.  Each wanted to masturbate, but neither of them was willing to do
it. Robby wouldn't do it because he thought he was a pervert.  All he could
think of was the feel of his mother's hot, slick pussy lips on his penis.
Valerie wouldn't do it because she felt too guilty that she was thinking of
her son's prick, and the feel of it sliding across her vulva.

   It took them another hour to finally fall asleep.

   The next day, while the children were in school, Valerie worked on the
sketch and put down some base colors.  She roughed in the plant that would
almost cover the model's penis.  She thought seriously about going out and
buying a plant with large leaves that she could actually cover him with. 
She was just stubborn enough to decide not to.

   It was their second night, and it started with the sexual tension high.
The previous night had left both of them unsatisfied, though neither of
them would have been able to identify that as the reason for the level of
suppressed excitement in the studio.  Robby had stripped in his room and
put on his robe to walk through the house to the studio.  Just the
anticipation of standing nude in front of his mother was making his cock
get hard.

   By the time he got into the studio and went to the platform, he was
fully erect.  Valerie, for her part, had also unconsciously prepared for
her session with her son by putting on her silk robe again over her
otherwise naked body.  She hadn't had any wine yet, but she had a glass in
her hand as she came into the room.  Her eyes flickered to her son,
standing quietly on the platform beside the white column.  When he saw her
looking, he dropped his robe, like he was trying to wait as long as
possible to let her see him naked again.

   Valerie felt her stomach lurch.  Her little boy seemed to have a
perpetual erection.  "Have you been thinking about that girl again?" she
said, her voice low.  "Yes, Mother, I have" he said, truthfully.

   "She must be very beautiful" said his mother.

   "She is" said Robby simply.

   Valerie picked up her brush and began to make delicate strokes.  "And
has she seen you...  naked?"

   She stopped painting.  Why on earth had she asked him that?  She looked
at him, expecting to see him getting angry at her prying.  Instead he was
standing just as before, his face calm.

   "Yes, she has." he said quietly.

   Valerie felt another lurch in her stomach and moisture began to seep
into her pussy.  She couldn't resist asking another question.

   "And you've...  seen her too?"

   "No." he said tersely.

   "So you've never..." she trailed off, embarrassed now to be prying, and
to care so much what his answer would be.

   "No, Mom, I'm still a virgin, if that's what you meant." he sighed.

   "I'm sorry honey.  I didn't mean to pry.  It's just a mommy thing, I
guess.  I know you don't want to talk about your sex life with your
mother." She began to paint again.

   She was surprised to hear him say "Actually, it doesn't bother me that
much.  I thought it would, but standing here with a hardon in front of my
mother, it doesn't seem all that strange to talk about that stuff."

   "Oh." she said.  "Well, thank you.  It means a lot to me to be able to
talk to my children."

   "What else do you want to know?" he asked.

   She painted for a while, working on his shoulder.  The light just wasn't
what she wanted.  "Well, since you asked, when you think about this girl...
the one that makes you like that" she pointed her brush at his manly
erection, " don't you ever...  you know...  take care of it?"

   Now he did flush along his upper chest and face.  But he took a breath
and responded.  "Well...  um...  sure, sometimes."

   "Does she ever do it for you?" asked his mother.  She stepped forward
and one slim white leg slipped through the closure of her robe.  He could
now see her leg clear up to her thigh.

   "No" he grunted.  In his mind's eye he saw his mothers slim long
painter's fingers stroking his cock.  He felt the soothing balm of precum
begin to inch it's way through his prick.  What was he going to do it if
made it all the way out?  He tensed, trying to close off his penis.  All
that did was make it bob up and then back down.

   Valerie saw the bobbing boner.  "But you want her to, don't you?"

   Robby gritted his teeth.  "Yeah, I have to admit I do."

   Valerie missed that odd phrasing.  She missed it because, in HER mind's
eye, Valerie saw her own fingers grasp his thick stalk and slide up and
down as she brought her lips to the tip to kiss it.

   Her hand trembled, ruining a brush stroke and she put the brush down. 
She reached for the wine glass and took a sip.  Her shaking hand caused the
wine to slip past the corners of her lips and cascade down onto her bare
cleavage.  "Damn!" she said, putting the glass down and leaning forward. 
She didn't want the wine to stain her silk robe.  She pulled the edges of
the robe apart and looked for something to wipe it off her skin with.  She
didn't think about the fact she was showing Robby all of the insides of her
breasts.

   "Robby, honey...  get me a towel or something please." she said.  He
jumped down from the platform and reached for a rag on the table nearby. 
She watched his penis bounce and sway as he walked toward her.  She was so
mesmerized by the sight that she didn't pay any attention when he offered
her the rag.

   Because of that, Robby assumed she wanted him to wipe up the wine.

   He reached between her breasts and dabbed gently at the pale stain. 
Valerie was so shocked at his touch that she just froze.  She felt the
cloth caressing the insides of both breasts and a groan began in the bottom
of her lungs.  Her hands pulled the cloth farther apart and one nipple
popped into view.  She heard her son's intake of breath as the stiff point
was exposed.

   Now he pressed the rag lower, following the runnel of wine that had gone
clear to her abdomen.  Her hands followed his, spreading the robe until
they hit the knot that was all that kept him from seeing the rest of her.
Her fingers twitched, wanting to do untie that knot, but she wasn't wearing
panties, and she was afraid of what he would think if she bared that part
of her.

   "That's fine" she gasped, trying to regain control of her voice.  "I'll
get the rest...  thank you." Her hand reached for the rag and her skin
touched his.  She felt an almost electric spark.  His skin felt hot.

   Then, feeling more secure in her body now that this man wasn't touching
it, she unthinkingly pulled at the loose end of the knot.  The knot fell
open and her robe parted, as her hand, with the rag, began to descend to
where the wine was now dripping through where her pubic hair should have
been.

   It wasn't there to catch the wine, however, because she kept that shaved
off.  She realized what she'd done as the cloth slid down her stomach
toward her pussy.  Her eyes darted to her son's face to find his mouth
hanging open as his eyes followed that rag.  Her pussy spritzed as the rag
caught up with the leading edge of the wine, stopping it just above where
her now wet pussy lips pooched out from between her legs.

   Basically, she was pointing at her pussy as her son watched.

   Her eyes darted next to his cock, still iron hard, still standing out
proudly from that thick black bush of hair.  But now, there was a long,
milky colored drip of what she was quite positive was precum...  hanging
from the tip.

   She shuddered.  It took every single scrap of self control for her to
close her robe and say "I'm sorry, Robby, I shouldn't have let you see me
like that."

   With an audible gulp, Robby staggered backward a step.  The long drip of
precum waved around briefly and then broke loose and dropped to the floor.

   "S'Ok Mom" he slurred as he swallowed again.  "I didn't really see
anything" he lied.

   Valerie managed to begin painting again, but her strokes were erratic.
Her mind was on fire.  Robby's prick had obviously responded to her body
when the wine dripped on her.  Again she fantasized about her hands on his
cock as her lips got closer and closer, until they slid over the head of
his cock and he squirted in her mouth.  Her pussy was so wet she could feel
her moisture begin running down her leg.  "Excuse me." she said, her voice
rough with passion.  "I have to go to the bathroom."

   She went into her bathroom and got a wad of toilet tissue to dry her
pussy lips with.  As soon as she touched herself, though, she knew she
needed relief.  Instead of drying her pussy, she slid one long finger into
her wet sheath and pressed the base of that finger against her aching
clitty.

   She came almost immediately, and the orgasm was so hard that her knees
bent and she ended up squatting on the floor as her pussy dripped its
essence into a small pool.  She felt light headed and tilted backwards, her
buttocks hitting the floor and her head hitting the door with a resounding
thunk.  Her orgasm wasn't even over yet, and she moaned, as she lay back
against the door, her legs splayed open, her finger still stuck in her.

   "Mom?" she heard through the thin door.  "Are you OK?"

   "YES!" she barked.  The last thing she needed was her son pushing his
way into the bathroom and finding her like this.  "I just...  stumbled
dear" she yelled, still gasping for air.  "I'll be out in a minute."

   She got shakily to her feet and leaned against the counter.  Her new
birth control pills were lying next to her hand, on the counter.  "How
appropriate" she thought, as she realized she had just gotten off thinking
about a man's penis.  The fact that that penis was her own son's didn't
bother her half as much as the idea that she could be so horny with her
husband only gone so few months.

   She took one of her new pills and popped it in her mouth.  It was silly,
but she seemed to feel better immediately.

   When she finally calmed down and was breathing normally, Valerie went
back outside to face her son.  He was sitting on the edge of the platform,
elbows on his knees, head in his hands.  For once his cock was not rock
hard.  It had softened enough to hang down, a thick meaty thing dangling
between his legs, pushed out a little by balls that were suddenly much more
noticeable, because their hairy fullness made a bed for his penis.

   He looked up, his eyes troubled.  "I heard noises.  I thought you were
hurt." "I'm sorry sweetie" she cooed at him.  "I just banged the door with
my elbow when I tripped over the bath mat."

   They spent another 30 minutes working.  She had tied her robe more
tightly, and his prick stayed mostly soft.

   Chapter 2D

   Valerie was about ready to tell him to relax and go to bed when Megan
barged into the studio.

   "MOM!" She yelled.  She pulled up short when she saw her mother standing
at the easel.  "Oh.  Mom.  Do you have any body lotion?  Mine's all gone."
Her eyes had gone to the easel, with the roughed in sketch of a man
standing by a column, and the partly painted shoulder.  Naturally, her eyes
then went to the platform, where the column...  and the man...  were.

   "ROBBY" she squealed.  'What are you DOING?!"

   Robby, who had wanted to hide when his sister barged in, decided to be
brazen about it.  "I'm standing by a pillar naked.  Got any more
intelligent questions?" "Now Robby" said his mother.

   Megan turned on her mother.  "Mommy!  What's going on here?  Why is
Robby NAKED!?" "Calm down Megan" said her mother.  "I'm doing a painting
and Robby was nice enough to pose for me.  It's nothing, really."

   Megan was craning around the painting and her mother to get a better
look at her naked brother.

   "Wow" she thought.  "He's actually pretty hot looking."

   "How come you never wanted to paint me?" said Megan, in typical teenage
self centeredness.

   "Don't be silly dear" said her mother.  "It's not that I WANTED to paint
ROBBY.  I wanted to paint the figure of a man, and Robby agreed to be my
model.  If I didn't use Robby I'd have had to hire someone, or paint from a
picture, and I don't like doing that."

   "Oh!" said the teenager.  "Well, it seems...  you know...  strange or
something...  for him to be all naked in front of us."

   "We're all family here darling." said Valerie.  "And none of us should
be ashamed of our bodies.  Especially around family.  We all love each
other, and that's what's important."

   Megan, who had a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach from staring
at her brother's cock, decided that maybe him running around naked wasn't
so bad after all.  "OK" she said, simply.  "Now...  body lotion?"

   "In the bathroom dear" said her mother, pointing.

   Megan went into the bathroom.  "This isn't body lotion" said Megan. 
"It's baby oil." "Next to it, dear.  To the right.  Yes." said Valerie.

   Megan left and, after another fifteen minutes of painting Valerie told
Robby to go to bed.  She was tired too, and relaxed from her bathroom
masturbatory session.  When she got to bed herself, she surrendered again
and allowed herself one more orgasm, achieved more slowly.  It was
painfully sweet.

   She unashamedly thought about her little boy's not-so-little penis while
she came.  Two rooms away, Robby's fist flailed his cock frantically, the
vision of his mother's open robe and pooching pussy lips clearly in his
mind.  It was those lips his cock had touched the night before.  With a
long groan of delayed satisfaction, his balls emptied themselves through
his cock in gut-wrenching spasms.

   Next door to Robby, Megan's fingers were busy in her own pussy as she
remembered seeing her brother's long, hard, yummy looking cock.  The first
thing she'd done when she left the studio was to get her brand new supply
of birth control pills and swallow one.  Now, as she played with her pussy,
she wondered if Tommy Valderburg's cock looked like that.  She jammed two
fingers deep into her adolescent hole, dreaming it was Tommy's prick
instead of her fingers.

   The only problem was, she saw Robby's face instead of Tommy's.

   The next day was Saturday and Valerie woke up refreshed from two orgasms
and a good sleep.  She worried a little about those orgasms.  She knew it
was wrong to lust after her own son, but it was harmless, wasn't it?  What
could happen?  He obviously had a girlfriend who made him crazy.  True,
he'd seen his own mother's pussy, and that delicious string of precum had
dripped out, but surely he'd been thinking about that girl, whoever she
was. She made a note to find out who this mystery girl was.  She wanted to
see the girl who had so obviously captured the heart of her first born.

   Her opportunity came as she was eating breakfast and Megan slowly walked
into the kitchen, wearing her big fluffy pink bunny slippers and a T shirt
Valerie recognized as one of Robby's when he was several years younger. 
Megan was rubbing her eyes.

   "Morning Mommy" she said.

   "Hi, sweetheart.  Have some breakfast.  Can I get you something?"

   "I just want some cereal" said her daughter.  She got a bowlful and sat
down with the milk and a spoon.

   Valerie made her first stab at interrogating her daughter.  "I hear
Robby has a girlfriend.  He's never mentioned her to me.  Who is she?"

   Megan looked up from her bowl, her mouth full of Chocolate Krispies. 
Between spoonfuls she said "What girlfriend?  He doesn't have a girl
friend."

   Valerie was stumped.  'Surely your brother has a girlfriend.  I mean
LOOK at him." She blushed as Megan's eyes got a little wider.  "I mean...
well...  you saw him.  He's handsome isn't he?"

   Megan's eyes got wary.  This had to be a trick question.  "I guess some
girls might think so" she said, safely.

   Valerie frowned.  "Megan, if I was twenty years younger I'd be all over
him.  Why wouldn't he have a girlfriend?" Valerie suddenly thought the
thought that terrifies every heterosexual mother at least once in her life.
'You don't suppose he's..." Megan didn't get it.  "What?  He's what?"

   Valerie didn't want to say the word.  'You know...  different?  Doesn't
like girls very much?"

   Megan got it.  "GAY!  You think Robby's GAY?!" She broke into peals of
laughter.  "What's wrong?" said her flustered mother.  "Why are you
laughing?"

   "Robby's not gay!" laughed Megan.  "I caught him trying to peek into my
window last month when I had Becca over for a sleepover.  Remember?  Yeah,
he was trying to see us when we got undressed to go to bed.  Becca wanted
to give him a show, but I just stuck my butt in front of the window he was
peeking in.  He's not GAY.  He might be a PERVERT, but he's not gay."

   Valerie was conflicted.  Part of her was happy to hear that Robby peeked
at girls, but another part wanted to spank him for peeking in windows.  She
also thought Megan's attitude about this was a bit cavalier.

   "Did it ever occur to you that it might be YOU he was peeking at, and
not Becca?  "MOM!" squealed Megan.  "Why would he want to look at ME?  I'm
his SISTER!" "And I remember you leaning around me last night to get a nice
long look at your BROTHER, don't I?" said Valerie smugly.

   "But that's different.  He was NAKED!" said Megan.

   "And when you were getting ready for bed what were you?" asked her
mother.

   A look of horrified epiphany came over Megan's face.  "But why would he
want to see ME naked?" she said.

   "Why did you want to look at HIM naked?" asked her mother, in a
maddeningly normal voice.

   Megan knew why she wanted to look at her brother's naked body, but she
wasn't about to admit it to her mother.

   Valerie, however, had been a girl herself.  "Hey, I looked at him a lot
longer than you did.  He's a hunk, and I'm not afraid to admit it."

   Megan was astounded.  If she hadn't misunderstood what her mother had
just said, it sounded like her Mom had the hots for her own son.  "Mom, you
can't be serious.  He's your own son!"

   "Yes, and that means I have to behave myself.  But he's good looking,
now isn't he?" "Well, yeah...  but..." Megan didn't know what to say.

   "So, who's this girlfriend of his?" Valerie got back to the subject she
was interested in.

   "I really don't think he has one Mom.  He wrestles, and he hangs out
with a whole bunch of the kids.  But he doesn't, like stand close to a
particular girl, or talk to one more than the others.  When he goes out on
dates it's with different girls as far as I know." Megan looked at the
frustration on her mother's face.  "Mom?  Why do you care?  What's going
on?"

   Valerie didn't want to admit that the reason she wanted to know was
because her son was sporting a monster stiffy in front of her.  Not to her
daughter anyway.  "He just seemed to be thinking about a girl.  You know,
chit chat while I painted?  That sort of thing."

   "So are you going to paint some more today?"

   "I want to.  I haven't asked Robby if he's free yet."

   "Can I watch?"

   "Megan Lynn...  I'm shocked!" said Valerie, trying not to laugh.

   "Hey...  YOU'RE the one who said he was such a hunk."

   "Well, I suppose that will be up to Robby." said Valerie.

   "Mom!" wailed Megan.  "There's no WAY he'll let me in there."

   "We'll see dear.  We'll see."

   Robby got up an hour later and came into the kitchen while Valerie was
loading the dishwasher.  "Morning Mom" he said, going to the refrigerator.

   "Hi honey.  Don't drink from the carton.  Use a glass." she said.

   "Sure" he said, lowering the carton from his mouth, closing it and
putting it back in the refrigerator.  "We going to paint today?"

   "If you have time that would be nice." she said.

   "Sure" he said.  "Let me hit the shower first."

   An hour later he came into the studio wearing his robe.  Valerie had on
a halter top and her running shorts.  She heard Robby say something under
his breath that sounded like "Thank goodness she's not wearing that robe."

   "What dear?" she said.

   "Nothing Mom."

   Valerie started painting.  Today his penis was limp.  Still, it hung
long and low.  Conversationally she said "Megan asked if she could come in
and watch me paint." "You've GOT to be kidding me." said Robby.  "Why?"

   "Have you looked in a mirror lately?" said his mother.  "You're a good
looking guy, you know."

   "Mom, I'm her brother.  Why would she want to look at her brother
naked?"

   "Why would her brother want to peek in her window at night while she's
getting undressed?" said Valerie, her attention on the canvas.

   "Shit" said Robby.  "She told you huh?"

   "She told me.  She asked the same question you did.  I asked her the
same question I just asked you.  I think you're both probably pretty
normal."

   "I'm not so sure about that." he mumbled.

   "Well, I told her you'd have to approve it.  You're the model, and the
model specifies who may and may not be in the room."

   "OK, so lets say I let her come in.  What if I...  get that way again?"
"You mean what if you get an erection?" asked his mother.

   "Yeah" he said.

   "I don't see why you would.  Megan says you don't have a girlfriend."
"What?"

   "She said you don't have a special girl.  I don't know who you were
thinking about last night, or the night before, but if you just don't think
about her, whoever she is, you shouldn't have any problem, right?"

   "I can't just 'not think about her' like that." he said, not meeting her
eye.  "Why?  Who is she?"

   "I can't tell you that." he said softly.

   "I see." she said, her voice normal.  But inside she was puzzled.  Her
curiosity was eating away at her now.  "Well, like I said, it's up to you."

   Robby thought about it for a while.  Maybe if his little sister was in
here he would be able to control himself.  Yeah, that might even help him
think about something other than what was under that halter top.  He felt
his prick begin to stiffen as he thought about what was under that halter
top.

   "OK" he said.  "I don't mind." Then he thought about road kill, and
stopping the car to look at road kill...  old road kill.  He sighed as he
felt his penis fall limp again.

   They took a break half an hour later.  Megan just happened to be
standing around in the hall, outside the studio.

   "Hi, guys!" she said brightly.  "How's it going in there?"

   Valerie chuckled.  "He said you can watch, honey."

   "Really?" she was obviously trying to sound like she didn't really care
one way or the other.  "I guess that might be OK.  I don't really have
anything else to do." Robby looked at his mother with a raised eyebrow and
she just winked at him.  Then she addressed her daughter.  "We're taking a
break.  We'll be back in a few minutes."

   After getting a drink and a sandwich, Valerie and Robby returned to the
studio.  Megan was already ensconced in the old easy chair.  She had a book
open and appeared to be reading it.

   Robby stepped up on the dais and dropped his robe.  Megan looked over
the top of her book, but didn't say anything.

   About fifteen minutes later Valerie put down her brush and stood there.
"Something's wrong." she said.  She moved to one side, and then the other.
"I'm not getting the definition in the painting that I want.  I think I
need to oil you up." "Oil me up?" asked Robby.

   "Yes, with baby oil.  It makes you shiny and the light reflects
differently, enhancing muscle definition." She turned to Megan.  "Honey,
can you get me the baby oil out of the bathroom?"

   Megan hopped out of the chair and, without a word, went into the
bathroom.  She brought back the big bottle of oil and handed it to her
mother.  Valerie squirted a pool of it in her hand and then slapped that
hand on Robby's chest.  Then she handed the bottle back to Megan and used
both hands to spread the oil all over his upper chest and shoulders.  She
held out her hand, palm up, cupped and Megan squirted more oil into it. 
Now she slid her oily hands all over his right arm.  After getting more oil
she did his left.

   She heard Megan gasp and involuntarily looked down.  Robby's penis was
standing straight out from his body again, fully erect.

   Valerie knew then that at least SOME of his erections were not about
some girl who wasn't there at the moment.  She felt a flood of wet in her
panties at the idea that her son found her as attractive as she found him.

   While she had been thinking about this her hands had slid across his
flat abdomen and were down to his hips.  She wanted to oil his penis, but
her daughter was standing right beside her.

   She shook her head, forcing her desire down.  How could she think about
such things?  "I think that will do for now." she said, proud that the
shakiness in her mind didn't come out in her voice.  She looked up into her
son's eyes.  There was pain there, and embarrassment.

   "Don't you worry about it" she said, trying to sound confident.  "It's a
perfectly normal reaction to the...  situation."

   Relief flooded his eyes.  "Thanks" he said.

   Valerie turned to find Megan standing there, mouth open, breasts rising
and falling as she breathed more quickly than she should.  In her hand was
the bottle of baby oil, tipped sideways.  It was dripping on the floor.

   Valerie took the bottle from Megan's unresisting hand.  "Don't stare,
dear.  You'll make him feel awkward."

   Megan's eyes snapped to her mother's and she flushed pink.  She turned
and went back to the chair, flopping in it.  She picked up her book and
held it up, like she had just started reading again.  You know...  no big
deal.

   The only person in the room who didn't notice she had the book upside
down was Megan.

   "That's much better" said Valerie from behind the easel.  "Yes...  much
better." She painted for another five minutes, getting down on canvas what
she hadn't been able to see before.  Then she noticed that Robby's eyes
kept flickering toward his sister.  She looked at Megan and saw that Megan
had figured out about the book, and now had it turned right side up.

   She also saw what had captured Robby's attention.

   Megan was wearing a pair of terrycloth shorts.  They were one of her
favorite pairs, though she only wore them around the house.  They were
several years old though, and a little small for her at this point in her
life.  They were pulled up tightly enough that they had created a camel
toe.

   A perverse thrill shot through Valerie.  Her eyes flickered back to
Robby and she saw that he was still fully erect.  Maybe he had been
thinking about his sister before, when he had all those erections.  She
felt less guilty about her possible role in those disturbing hardons.  In
the mixed up cauldron of passion that was Valerie Hudson at that moment it
didn't occur to her that she shouldn't feel good about him lusting after
his sister.  All she felt was some measure of relief that he wasn't lusting
after his mother.

   At the same time, there was...  disappointment.

   It was also that mixed up cauldron of passion inside Valerie that caused
the next words to exit her mouth.

   "Megan, dear?  You know how you wanted me to paint you too?  Well I have
an idea." Chapter 3D

   Megan's head came up and her book went down.  "What?" she responded.

   "Well, some of the classic paintings of all time are of two people...  a
man and a woman...  together..." She didn't want to actually say "naked" in
this situation.  Megan's voice sounded like she needed to clear her throat.
"You mean me and...  Robby...  together?"

   "Well, yes, that's what I was thinking." said Valerie.

   "But you're not finished with this painting are you?" asked Megan.

   "No, but I can work on several paintings at the same time.  That's no
real problem."

   "Oh." Megan appeared to be thinking.  "What kind of painting?"

   "Oh...  well...  maybe something like 'The Love Of Souls', by the
Belgian painter Jean Delville.  Here, I think I have a picture of it in
this book." She went to a shelf and pulled down a thick book that was full
of pictures produced by well known artists over the centuries.  She thumbed
through it until she found what she was looking for.

   "Kind of like this one, though I might pose you a little differently. 
These people are standing, and I'm thinking of a couple reclining."

   Megan peered at the page.  "But mom, they're naked."

   "Well of course they are dear.  That's the point.  It's the anatomy
that's being displayed and highlighted."

   Megan looked up at Robby, who hadn't moved and hadn't said a word.  He
stood there, his prick rock hard, pointing at both women.  He didn't know
what to say.

   "What do you think Robby?" she asked.  The thought of her body up
against his, naked, touching.  That thought made her feel hot all over.

   "Um...  well...  I don't know." he finally said in defeat.

   "OK.  Let's do it." said Megan, as if she had actually received
information and made a decision based on that information.  "What do we do
first?"

   Valerie hadn't realized Megan would agree to posing with her brother so
quickly, and she was caught off guard.  She looked around.  She didn't have
a love seat for them to recline on, and in her mind's eye she wanted the
female's back facing the viewer.  She stepped up to Robby, who was still
standing like he had been posed, still erect.  She had to move him to one
side, her hands slipping over his oily body.  "Move dear." she said and he
stepped to one side.  She moved the pillar and found a tarp.

   She turned to Robby.  "Go down in the basement.  Over in one corner
there's a mattress and box springs that used to be in your room before we
had to get you a longer bed.  Bring up the mattress."

   Bobby came to life and stepped down off the dais, his prick bobbing up
and down.  Both women watched it and watched as his hand caught it to stop
it from bobbing.  Fresh juice seeped into two pussies.

   When he got back, his sister was naked.  He'd tried for years to peek at
her, wondering what she'd look like without clothes on.  He had a picture
in his mind of her, but it was off in several particulars.  First of all he
visualized her as plump, and short, but she wasn't plump at all.  Her slim
form looked like almost any of the models in the magazines he often looked
at.  Her breasts rode high on her chest, but they weren't big and round,
like his mother's.  Instead they were more like cones and they came to
points that were darker pink than her skin.  Her nipples were different
than the girls in the magazines.  They were puffy, and he really couldn't
differentiate the nipples themselves from the areolas that surrounded them.
His eyes dropped to her thighs and he saw her nest of light colored hair.
She was blushing under his examination, but made no complaint.

   He was glad he had the mattress in front of him, because his cock was
leaking stuff again.

   Valerie turned around.  "Good.  Put it up there." She pointed to where
he had been standing, and where the tarp was now spread.  Once the mattress
was settled the way she wanted it, she draped a maroon colored sheet over
it.  Then she had him lie down on his left side, with pillows bunched up
under his armpit, which raised his upper torso off the mattress.  She had
Megan lie facing him, against his body, her right arm up and out, making a
pillow for her head.  Valerie draped Megan's left arm across his waist. 
Then she took Robby's right wrist and had him rest it on Megan's hip.

   She stood back, looking at the scene.  "Robby, bend your right knee and
put your foot on top of your left knee.  I want your knee standing straight
up." He did and she liked the look.  "OK, now Megan, turn your face down a
little, like you were sniffing his left armpit or burying your face in his
chest."

   There was nervous laughter from the teens.  But Valerie liked the pose.
"That's good.  Now pay attention to how you're lying, because this is what
we're going to do for a while."

   Megan was out of her element.  She had thought it would be fun to be
next to her naked brother.  She hadn't thought about what she would
actually feel when his skin touched hers.  And she was mildly freaked out
that his penis was touching her too.  Right now it was sandwiched between
their stomachs and she could feel the hot column of stiff flesh where it
pressed against her.  There was also something tickling the hair on her
mons, and she realized it had to be his balls.

   "This is weird" she said softly to her brother.

   "Do you want to quit?" he asked her, leaning back a little.

   "No." she answered.  "Mom wants to do this, so let's give it a chance."
She pulled with her left hand and he rolled back against her.  For some
reason she felt better about the emotions that were flooding through her if
she thought she was doing this for her mother.

   "Sorry about the...  " he whispered.

   She knew exactly what he was talking about, even though he couldn't
bring himself to say 'erection'.  "No, it's OK" she said.  "You feel warm."
"Thanks." he said.

   "No problem" she said to his armpit.

   He felt her breath there and suddenly felt uneasy about what that armpit
smelled like.  "Um...  to I need to put something on that armpit?" he
asked. "To make it smell better?"

   Megan thought about that and realized that she hadn't registered the
odor she had been breathing in for the last few minutes.  She paid
attention to it now and realized she liked it.  "No...  you smell...  I
don't know...  OK I guess." She had been about to say he smelled GOOD, but
she was to embarrassed to admit she liked his manly scent.

   There was a subtle change that took place in the teens over the next
half hour they posed.  Being in such close proximity to a naked person of
the opposite sex, while being new to both of them, rapidly became something
they both decided they liked - a lot.  And, the feel of flesh on flesh
brought on, in each of them, a natural tendency to...  rub.  The first
thing they each moved was their hands, caressing each other without even
being aware of it.

   "Don't move your hands." ordered their mother, who was extremely pleased
that, for the last half hour, she hadn't once thought of her son's strong,
hard penis, and had paid attention only to her art.

   Then Megan found herself pulling her brother harder against her.  His
skin felt good on her breasts, and his penis felt REALLY good against her
stomach, for some reason.  When he felt it he reciprocated.  It felt just
as good to him.

   Finally Valerie told them they had posed long enough, and that she had
enough sketched in to do some background work.  "You two can go do whatever
you want." When they rolled apart Megan looked down at the thing that had
been pressing into her belly and her eyes widened as she saw a string of
almost clear...  something...  stretched between her body and the tip of
his prick.

   He looked down too.  "Sorry" he whispered.  "Sometimes it leaks a
little. It'll wash off."

   Megan felt her whole body shiver as she realized what that stuff must
be. Her pussy, which up to now had only been feeling warm and nice,
suddenly got wet.  Robby picked up his robe, but didn't put it on.  Megan
picked up her clothes, but didn't put them on either.  They left the studio
together while their mother dabbed at the canvas, ignoring them both.

   "I need a shower" said Megan, rubbing her finger through the precum he'd
deposited on her stomach.

   "Yeah.  Me too.  I'm all oily." said Robby.

   They walked down the hall together.  "It wasn't so bad" said Megan.

   "Yeah." said her brother.  "You can go first."

   Megan went in the bathroom while Robby headed for his bedroom...  and
some badly needed relief.  While he 'flogged his log', thinking of his
sister, she squatted in the shower and crammed two fingers in her as deep
as they'd go.  She had the sweetest cum of her life as he spurted, not
twenty feet away.

   Then, drying off as she went, Megan went to her room.  The first thing
she did once she got there, was take one of her birth control pills.

  
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   As Megan swallowed the pill, a series of muscular events took place. 
Her throat muscles forced the pill down to her stomach, which flexed as it
realized something had been deposited in it.  Associated organs produced
digestive fluids that were forced into the stomach.  Her arm and hand
movements were involved too.  With all those muscles moving, Megan never
felt the twitch inside her as her left ovary squeezed an egg into the
attached fallopian tube.  The egg, as if it hadn't a care in the world,
drifted in the tube, slowly making it's way toward her uterus.

  
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   As for Valerie, she slumped when her two children finally left the
studio.  Just after she so proudly noticed she hadn't thought of her son's
penis for a while, she couldn't stop thinking of it.  Seeing them there
together, in so intimate a pose, she had mentally placed herself in Megan's
place, pressed against Robby's strong, wide chest, his penis...  his HARD
penis pressed into her groin.  She'd sketched on autopilot, but now her
hands were shaking.  With an anguished moan she undid her pants and slid
her hand into them, mauling her pussy until she felt the sweet release of
her orgasm.

   "Oh what am I going to do?" she asked herself as she pulled her wet hand
back out and stared at it.  She knew she needed to get laid, and she needed
it badly.  But Phil wouldn't be back for months yet, and she'd never even
contemplated cheating on him before.  While she thought about what to do
about her itch, she went into her bathroom and took a birth control pill.

   The next morning all three of them were up before nine.  Valerie made
breakfast, mostly out of habit, since her mind was still on how she could
deal with her recent upwelling of lust.  Megan walked in next and sat down
to a plate of bacon and eggs.  She looked tired, but happy somehow.  Before
Valerie could ask how she'd slept, Robby stumbled in.  He looked haggard,
like he'd had a hard night.

   "What's wrong dear?" asked his solicitous mother, not dreaming that his
sleep was interrupted time and again by dreams of him on top of his mother,
fucking her long and deep.  And, since last night, when it wasn't his
mother, it was Megan whose legs were flung wide as he plowed her furrow in
his sleep.  He mumbled something about dreams.

   "Are we going to paint today?" asked Megan in her chipper voice.

   "I can't." said Robby.  He didn't notice both women's shoulders sag a
little.  "I have to go to the gym.  I need to work out bad.  It was his
hope that, if he did double his normal workout, he could use up some of the
hormones raging through his veins.  "Maybe later, this evening." he said.
He also didn't notice both women brighten at that possibility.

   Robby DID feel better when he got done with his workout.  He had pushed
hard, and all his muscles burned from the buildup of lactic acid produced
by his repetitive motions.  But he felt more awake and in control.  There
had been a few women at the gym.  Usually he looked at them and had
daydreams, but not today.  He had enough dreams already.  He planned on
beating off before posing tonight...  maybe twice, if he had time.  Then,
he thought, he could handle the situation.

   Later, Robby threw the decidedly damp washcloth he'd used to catch the
results of his beat off session in the laundry hamper.  His prick was as
limp as it had been in a long time.

   His first glimmer that his well laid plans might not work out so well
was when he walked into the studio and saw that his mother was wearing that
damn robe again.  AND it was loosely tied again.  AND she was barefoot,
with her hair down.  He felt his prick TRY to lurch, and smiled as that
failed.  He'd just delivered his second load of cum into that washrag, and
his prick couldn't do much yet.

   He unbelted his own robe and then saw Megan.  She had arrived earlier
than he, wearing only a T shirt, and since he wasn't there yet, she'd
picked up a magazine and was reading an article in it.  She was leaned back
in the old arm chair, her legs straight out and slightly spread.  Her T
shirt would have just covered her pussy if she were standing.

   But she wasn't standing.

   Robby had a straight up her legs shot of her teenage pussy, with its
firm almost white lips and the crease that he knew led to her vaginal
tunnel.  Again, his penis tried to erect, but failed.

   With a sigh of satisfaction he lay down on the mattress and propped the
pillows under his arm pit.

   Megan heard his sigh, looked up, saw him and jumped up.  She whipped her
shirt up and off her, baring her body to the room.  She couldn't wait to
get snuggled up to her big brother.  As she approached she saw the limp,
wrinkled thing that was where that nice, hard, long prick had been the day
before.

   "What HAPPENED?!" she squealed.

   "What?" chorused both mother and son.

   "Your..." Megan pointed at the abused member.

   Robby glared at her.  "It's not ALWAYS hard, you know!" he said gruffly.
"A guy does have SOME control, you know!"

   "Megan, don't tease your brother." said Valerie firmly.  "Just get down
there.  We have work to do."

   As Megan lay down beside him, Robby put his hand down and shoved his
flaccid cock between his legs, where it couldn't get into any trouble.  So
far his plan had taken a couple of hits, with no real damage, since his
penis couldn't do what it wanted to do.

   Half an hour later Robby's plans took another hit.  Valerie had been
painting with single minded attention, and had forgotten to draw the drapes
across the big windows on the west side of the room.  The sun blazing
through those windows provided excellent light, but produced large amounts
of heat too.

   Not thinking, Valerie untied her robe, and let it hang open to cool off
a little.  Robby saw her do it, and his cock lurched again.  This time it
had had 45 minutes or so to rest.

   To a teenage penis, 45 minutes is plenty of time to recuperate.  It
crawled out of the area it had lain so peacefully in, and went exploring,
seeking some dark place in which to play.  Like some unruly serpent, it
pressed forward into the only available crevice near it...  the space
between Megan's legs.

   Robby felt his prick move, and as soon as it hit flesh, he knew where it
had moved to.  That knowledge shot his plan all to pieces.  His fully
rested cock bloomed to full hard and tried to stand straight out from his
body.  The crevice between Megan's legs restrained it, making it point down
toward their feet.

   Megan, feeling something poking against her legs, did the most normal
thing in the world.  She looked down and raised one leg.  Robby's fully
erect rod snapped up and slapped those taut white pussy lips he had seen
only half an hour earlier.

   "Don't move" came the command from their mother.

   Megan promptly let her leg fall, trapping the snake between her thighs
where it pressed directly against her sex.  She shuddered.

   "What are you DOING?" whispered Robby urgently.

   "Nothing" came the automatic teenage reply to any question where there
might be danger of punishment.  And she just KNEW that if her mother knew
where Robby's penis was right now, there would be swift and sure
punishment.

   "Megan" he hissed.  "Get that out of there NOW!"

   "I can't" she hissed back.  "Relax.  Just don't move.  Didn't you say
you could control that thing?"

   "Ohhh shit" moaned Robby as he felt a dollop of precum ooze out of the
tip of his cock.  He could feel her skin around his cock, but he couldn't
tell where the tip was for sure.

   "Just lie still" whispered Megan to him, afraid he would move.  Right
now she didn't want him to move.  Maybe ever.  The feel of that solid
column of flesh against her pussy was the most delightful thing she'd EVER
felt down there.  It was hot and hard and she just knew if she moved
like... THAT...  that it would feel fantastic.  It did.

   Robby felt his sister's hips flex toward him, and he felt her slippery
pussy lips slide over his glans.  Then she moved back and stroked his knob
again.  Another dollop of precum dripped out.  "Megan" he hissed again. 
"Don't DO that!"

   "What are you two doing over there?" came their mother's plaintive
question.  "You're moving all around and it's making things difficult. 
What's wrong?" "Nothing Mom" rang out Megan's high pitched voice.

   "It's just a little uncomfortable" croaked Robby.

   "Do you need to take a break?"

   "NO!" Megan beat him to the punch as he started to say "YES!" and ended
up moaning "YEEaaahhhh, in a little while I guess."

   Valerie peered around the easel, actually LOOKING at her children, as
opposed to "seeing" the posing couple.  She gasped, and her pussy spritzed
as she saw what was obviously the tip of Robby's erect penis just peeking
out from between the bottom of Megan's butt crack.  His penis was BETWEEN
HER LEGS!"

   What should she do?  She acted like she was painting and watched them
more closely.  Megan was moving...  very slowly, but obviously moving... 
as her hips went toward him, making the tip of his cock disappear and then
reappear, and then over again.  With a cramp of lust in her own pussy,
Valerie realized her little girl was dry fucking her son.  She barely
stopped her hand as it darted toward her pussy.

   It was then she realized she had unconsciously exposed herself to Robby.
She heard Robby's anguished voice in a harsh whisper say "STOP!".  She was
relieved, because that meant they hadn't been doing this for weeks or
months without her knowledge.  It must have just been the situation. 
Knowing how SHE felt about her son's erections, she couldn't really blame
Megan for making the most of the situation.  Something snapped in the horny
woman.  "Well, I'm tired too.  Let's call it a night." Megan groaned, and
Valerie had to stifle a laugh.  But they rolled apart and Megan jumped up
and almost ran out of the room, headed for her bedroom, where she could
deal with the raging lust in her pussy.

   "Robby?  Wait a minute honey.  I need to talk to you." She took a couple
of steps toward him.  He was still lying on the dais, his firm manhood now
revealed.  Valerie went over and sat down, her robe carelessly flopped
open, revealing one breast.  She didn't care.  Robby's eyes got big though
and he began breathing deeply.  Her eyes flickered to his prick just in
time to see a huge drop of milky white seep from the little eye and drool
down his shiny prick tip, where it hung.

   "What?" said Robby, his voice shaky.

   "I told you before, that it's perfectly normal for you to get erect
whenever you think about...  her."

   "Yeah" he sighed.

   "But I think maybe you're having some...  problems...  handling the
situation.  Is that true?"

   "Yes" he said firmly.  "I can't do anything about it.  I mean not in
front of you." His eyes looked up at the ceiling as he realized he'd all
but admitted he beat his meat, and had admitted it to his own mother.

   "Is that why you're having trouble sleeping?" she asked, inching closer
to him, and that lovely hard penis.

   "Yeah" he sighed again.

   "I want to...  help you." she said softly.

   "What?" he gasped.

   "It's not good for you to be so...  emotional...  and for so long.  It
can cause problems.  It can cause pain."

   "Oh...  well, yeah, I guess so" he stammered.  "But it's OK"

   "But I feel responsible...  at least a little bit." she said.

   His eyebrows raised.

   "I mean I've been very careless about...  well about this" she said as
she held her robe open, exposing her OTHER breast to him as well.  The robe
slipped back off her shoulders and caught on her elbows.  Her upper torso
was now bare to him.

   Robby's eyes bulged and his right hand shot to his cock and gripped it
tightly, to keep it from spewing cum all over his mother's bare torso.

   "See?" she said soothingly.  "Don't you see what I've done to you?  And
putting you against Megan while she's naked." she shook her head.

   "So since I helped cause this." she put her hand on top of his white
knuckled fist "It's only right that I help you with it."

   Robby opened his mouth and a high pitched squeak came out "How?"

   "You just lie back and let Mommy help you." she cooed.  She pushed on
his chest, and he rolled backward onto the pillow that had been stuffed
under his arm.  As he fell he automatically let go of his cock and Valerie
struck like a cobra, grasping it in her hand.  She lunged up off the step
and her mouth descended on his aching cock.  As her hand slid over his
slick glans, her lips closed over the head and sealed.  Chapter 4D

   Valerie had time for only three quick strokes on his stiff rod, and was
able to swirl her tongue around the head once, when Robby went off like a
volcano.  She knew her son was close, but not that close, and she barely
had time to snatch a breath before she had to swallow frantically.  As she
did, her other hand darted to her pussy and, with her mouth wrapped firmly
around a nice hard cock, she diddled herself to a bone wrenching orgasm. 
She also got a nice tummy full of her son's spooge.

   She had always loved to suck Phil off, and she now found that Robby's
sperm tasted even better than her husband's.

   Robby, for his part, lay back stiff as a board and unable to move any
part of his body except his hips, which arched up off the mattress and into
his mother's hot sucking mouth as his balls tried to crawl through his
cock. He made strangled noises in his throat, so much so that it would have
sounded to an observer as if HE were the one choking on hot sperm, instead
of his mother.

   At last his prick gave its last convulsive jerk and Valerie lovingly
swallowed the last of his spend.  She pulled off of him with a slurping
'pop' and smacked her lips.

   "There, isn't that better?" she smiled at him.

   Robby, his mind just inches from blasting off into never never land,
responded on autopilot.  "Yes Ma'am."

   "Good" she said soothingly.  "And Robby?  It's only fair that you know
that I enjoyed that too." She dropped her eyes in mock bashfulness.  "Why
don't you go on to bed, darling.  I think you'll sleep a lot better
tonight."

   Valerie, humming happily to herself, left the room and went straight to
bed.  She lay there, her stomach full of nice warm creamy sperm and it took
almost no time for her to drift off to sleep.

  
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   As Valerie slept peacfully, her own hormone levels changed.  A natural
process that had taken place almost three hundred times in her life began
again.  Her body did a self check and, this time finding no chemical or
physical reason not to, propelled an egg from her left ovary into it's
associated fallopian tube.  All that sperm in her stomach, just inches
away, seemed to hurry the egg on it's way.

  
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   After his mother left him there, it took Robby fully ten minutes to
struggle to his feet and walk out of the studio to his room.  In fairness
to his mother, he was dead asleep within sixty seconds of his head hitting
his pillow.

   He only got three hours sleep, however, before he was awakened.

   This time it was not a dream.

   Megan had, indeed, dashed to her room, where she grabbed her hair brush
- the one with the thick plastic handle that was smooth and about four
inches long - and promptly jammed that handle into her pussy.  This was not
the first time she had done this, and her sigh of release would have been
audible in Robby's room, except that he was in the process of getting his
pipes cleaned and wasn't there to hear her.

   Her orgasm was nice and long, but the feel of that hard plastic in her
pussy somehow didn't feel quite as good as it had in the past.  She got to
sleep, but as she drifted off she was thinking about that nice, hot,
soft/hard flesh of her brother's, lodged between her legs.

   She woke up in the middle of the night and she was ragingly horny.  She
thought about the hairbrush again, but it didn't hold the same fascination
for her any more.  She'd felt a hard penis on the outside of her pussy, and
that had been fantastic.  All her friends insisted that it felt even better
INSIDE one's pussy.  She got out of bed and crept down the hall.

   As Robby came awake, he realized his arms were full of soft, naked
woman. In his semi-awake state, his mind flashed back to the last soft,
naked flesh he'd seen - his mother's.  His prick had no trouble whatsoever
remembering what his mother had done to, and for him, and it immediately
stood up to be counted.  It was about the time the tip of his prick felt
itself being surrounded by hot, wet pussy that he woke up enough to realize
that the squirming naked package in his arms was too small to be his
mother's body.

   "Megan?" he whispered.

   "Shhhh" Megan had her hand wrapped firmly around his rigid pole and had
managed to get the tip into her famished pussy.  With the smooth round knob
pressing on her clitty, she already knew this was going to be the best
thing she'd ever felt.  She humped, trying to get more of his cock into
her.

   Robby's prick was larger than the handle of her hair brush.  In fact, I
think it's fair to say it was MUCH larger.  And Megan's pussy was filled to
capacity with that slim plastic handle when she used it for that purpose.

   "What are you...  ?" whispered Robby.

   Megan was in the throes of passion.  Her mind was not that of a fifteen
year old girl.  Rather, the hormones that had taken over her thought
processes were much older.  "Shut up and FUCK me!" she growled.

   "WHAT?!" he gasped.

   Megan sucked in a lungful of air as her wiggling succeeded in lining up
her pussy with the angle of his cock.  Half of his prick glided into her
pussy, spreading her almost cruelly.  She stopped, frozen.

   "Ohhhh Robby" she moaned, her voice that of a young girl again.  She'd
been squatting over him, trying to impale herself.  Now her feet were off
center, her hands on his chest, and her leg muscles were starting to burn.
They slipped and she felt herself fall further onto his prod.

   "Oh shit...  oh shit...  oh shit" she chanted as her failing muscles let
her further and further down.

   Then she was sitting on his abdomen, her pussy crammed with prick for
the first time in her life.

   It wasn't quite what she had expected.  "Ohhh fuck!" she gasped.

   Robby, feeling a pussy sliding down his staff for the first time in HIS
life, had done what any boy would have done in that situation.  He lay
there and let it happen.  After what his mother had done, his moral compass
was spinning, and his mind spun with it.  He couldn't believe how tight her
pussy was.  It was almost painful for him, and he knew instinctively that
she must be in pain.  He also knew, instinctively, that if she lay down on
him it might not be so bad.  He reached up in the dark, found her
shoulders, and pulled her into a hug, pressing her hot teen breasts against
his chest.

   Megan groaned as she fell forward onto her brother's broad chest, but
she immediately felt the pressure in her pussy ease.  She realized she had
stopped breathing and took a long cleansing breath, blowing it out into her
brother's neck.  "Ohhh Robby that feels better." she sighed.

   "What in the world are you doing Megan?" he whispered in her ear.

   "I'm getting my cherry popped.  What do you think I'm doing?" she
whispered back.  "By your BROTHER?" he said softly.

   Megan tried something she'd heard about.  She tried feeling the muscles
that were being stretched by that log in her pussy and tried to flex them.
She felt something move around his penis.

   "This is the only penis around right now." she said, squeezing it again.
"Besides, I think I LIKE this penis very much." She began wiggling on top
of him, her horniness overcoming the pain and pressure.

   She felt like moving and she felt like talking.  "Tonight, when it was
between my legs, I almost died.  I went to my room and I put something in
my pussy, but it still felt empty.  I had to do this Robby.  I needed to
feel full, and now I do." She pulled herself forward enough to come almost
off of him and he sucked in wind as he felt cool air on his cock.  His cock
liked warm pussy, not cool air.  But then she shoved herself back down on
it and it slid in her like a knife in butter.  "Ooooooo" she cooed.  "Yes,
I'm going to like this very very much."

   "If you keep doing that I'm gonna shoot." he warned.

   "It's OK, I'm on the pill." she said smoothly.

   Ever since her mother had given her own pack of pills she had wanted to
say that to some boy.  Even though it was her brother who heard it first,
it still thrilled her to say it.  She got serious about getting her orgasm
and started riding her brother hard.

   For Robby, it was a little like being beaten almost senseless with socks
that were filled with cotton.  Her skin dragged at his, and her hands
pressed deeply into the muscles of his chest as she pulled her pussy this
way and that.  She started shaking and he knew she was having an orgasm. 
Her head went back and her hair flailed in the dark as she sat up straight,
sitting on him hard, getting him as deeply in her as she could.

   It was there, with the tip of his prick pressed right against her
cervix, that he flushed her full of sperm.  He came just as hard as he had
in his mother's mouth.  He felt the pain in his balls as they tried to
breed the woman on top of him, not knowing or caring that the woman was his
sister.  Neither did the millions of sperm cells that swam their way into
her womb, searching, always searching for the egg they were destined to
attack.

   As if she were slowly running out of battery power, Megan collapsed on
her brother.  He held her, his prick still trying to put more baby makers
into her and finally giving up as his penis wilted.

   "Feel better?" he whispered.

   "Ohhhh yessssss" she sighed.  Promise me you'll let me do this again."
"OK" he said simply.

   She reached up in the darkness and kissed him.  "Thank you Robby." He
kissed her back.  "You're welcome."

  
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   Megan's activity had stimulated almost all the muscles and tissues
associated with her abdominal region, including the tissues around her
fallopioan tubes.  The egg that had been drifting aimlessly down that tube
found its progress speeded up.  Quite suddenly the egg entered that part of
the tube that is open to sperm cells and, before it got even a centimeter
further, it was immediately assaulted by hundreds of thousands of Robby's
sperm cells.

   Having no chance whatsoever of resisting that assault, the wall of the
egg softened and was immediately pierced by a wiggling sperm cell.

   Megan, like some four percent of women, became pregnant the very first
time she allowed a penis inside her.

   Chapter 5D

   Megan slipped back to her room and fell asleep.  This time she didn't
wake until morning.  Robby too slept the sleep of those who were exhausted
doing fun things and sleep hard.  Valerie, her stomach full of her son's
warm spend, slept peacefully as well.

   All three woke refreshed the next morning.  The atmosphere in the house
was subtly different too.  Valerie, knowing she had an outlet for her
raging lust, felt better prepared to deal with it.  The same was true of
her children, both of whom knew that, if things got tense, there was a way,
albeit one that was secret from their mother, to take the edge off.  For
that reason they were all eager to get back into the studio.

   Valerie was in the studio, her robe open, when her children walked in
naked.  Robby was soft, for the most part.  Megan's nipples were erect,
differentiated from the puffy areola for the first time, and her upper
chest was flushed.  Valerie knew they would 'play' again, but she didn't
mind, since that would prime Robby's 'pump' for her to empty once more. 
Her pussy started getting wet thinking about it.  She forced herself to
concentrate as they got into position.  Sure enough, she saw the end of
Robby's now hard prick peep out from between Megan's buttocks.

   She began to paint.

   An hour later, when it was obvious that Megan could not control her urge
to move, Valerie called a rest break.  As they got up she could see that
Robby's prick was dripping and Megan was flushed even more.  She hurried
out of the room, saying she was going to the bathroom.

   "Robby?  Do you need me to...  ?" asked Valerie.

   He grinned and said "It's OK for now.  That's kind of...  special.  I
want to save it.  Is that OK?"

   "Sure, honey" she said, her heart beating faster.  She liked to delay
gratification too...  sometimes.

   They had a bite to eat and neither Robby nor Megan got dressed, sitting
at the table naked while their mother walked around, her robe flapping in
the breeze.  Megan saw Robby watching and poked him, rolling her eyes.  He
was rock hard the whole time.

   Then it was time to go back in.

   Valerie was standing at her easel, looking at where she wanted to work
when she heard Robby exclaim "MEGAN!" in a voice that was the type of voice
people use when they don't want to be overheard.  She looked around the
easel, but they were in their pose and looked normal.

   Things were anything but normal with Robby and his sister.  When she had
lain down beside him, she very matter of factly, with no expression at all,
had grasped his penis and stuffed it into her pussy as far as she could get
it to go in the position they were in.  Then she pulled her body close to
his and assumed her position.

   "I need this" she whispered when her brother gasped her name.

   They tried to act normal, but having his thick cock in her pussy made
Megan want to move.  Robby wanted to move too.  Only perhaps two thirds of
his prick was actually in her, because he had to keep one knee bent.  If he
could have straightened his leg he could have scooted closer and sheathed
his tool completely.  Instead, he began to move just a little, toward her
and then away from her.  That made his cock move in her about an inch at a
time.

   It was maddening for them both.  It was enough to feel REALLY good, but
NOT enough to satisfy their desires.  Megan began to use her muscles, like
she had the night before.

   Practice makes perfect, as they say.  Megan's practice lasted some
twenty minutes as her mother, oblivious to what was going on, painted. 
Megan's practice culminated in success, as Robby's prick swelled and
delivered its precious cargo of hot cum.  As he flooded her, he maintained
rock solid control over his face and hands, though a low pitched moan
escaped his lips.  He was very glad she was on the pill, because he came
hard.  Megan, upon feeling his warm issue, shuddered through a nice, easy
orgasm.  She bit her tongue and tensed, but that was all.

   Their problem came when it was time for a break.  Megan, not realizing
what would happen, stood up.  This time she DIDN'T rush out of the room,
not needing to go masturbate as badly as she had at the last break.  She
was standing there when her mother noticed a long drooping plug of Robby's
sperm drip out of her pussy and splat on the floor.

   Valerie knew instantly what it was that was dripping out of her
daughter's pussy.  Open mouthed, she looked up to find Megan, her eyes open
wide, holding her breath as she, too finally realized what had happened.

   "Mommy?" she said.

   "MEGAN!" barked Valerie.  Her eyes shifted to Robby, who was staring at
the puddle on the floor.  Megan moved away from it, like she could distance
herself from the evidence, and Valerie saw Robby's penis, also dripping and
covered with streaks of his cum.

   THEN it hit her that they had done it right there, in the room, WHILE
she was painting them.  "It's a damn good thing I put you on the pill young
lady!" she said in the voice they both recognized as her "I'm so mad right
now that I'm going to speak in a monotone so I won't scream" voice.

   Megan, being the youngest person in the room, and the least experienced
with situations such as this, took the tack that lots of kids try.  "I'm
sorry mommy." Oddly, or perhaps NOT so oddly, that childish phrase caused
Valerie's maternal instincts to kick in.  She thought about what she had
done with Robby, and now what Megan had done with Robby, and what the
neighbors, not to mention the police and news media, would think if they
ever found out about any of it.  She became quite serious.

   "You two know that this isn't the accepted way to live.  Not in America.
Not in Hillsdale.  Not on Maple street.  You both know that if anyone finds
out what has happened, our family probably could not survive." She paced,
unaware that her movements were making her robe flap, exposing her pussy to
both her children.  "Megan, have you been taking your pills?"

   "Yes mommy" Megan was still in little girl mode.

   "Good.  That's very important if you're going to let your brother cum
inside you." Megan's face beamed.  "You mean you're not going to make us
stop?"

   Valerie's head jerked.  Why had she assumed they would continue.  She
thought.

   Because she assumed SHE would continue, and, having seen his cum
dripping out of her daughter, she might even do MORE.  Her pussy itched
right now, and she knew what it would take to scratch that itch.

   She sighed.  "I couldn't make you stop if I tried.  Pandora's box has
been opened, and it has spilled all over this house." She looked at her
children, tall, strong, beautiful.  "No, I won't try to make you stop.  But
PLEASE be careful, and Megan, you just make sure you take those pills every
single day.  Got that?"

   "Yes Ma'am" she said smartly, having suddenly grown up seven or eight
years in the space of seven or eight seconds.

   "How long has this been going on?" asked their mother.

   "Actually" said Robby, "Just since last night."

   "You mean it happened after I...  said good night?" Valerie said,
amazed. He had cum a fountain, and she couldn't believe he'd had anything
left to give Megan.  Her pussy spritzed as she realized how long it had
been since she'd been involved with a teenage prick.  She'd forgotten how
resilient they were.

   That led her to remember her first fumbled attempts at finding love
during the sexual act, and how unsatisfying that had been.

   And THAT led her to decide that her daughter, and son, of course,
weren't going to have to go through the same unsatisfying game of fumble
fingers and premature ejaculations while they learned how to please both
themselves and their partner.  "OK, if you're going to do it, then you want
to do it right!" she announced.  "And I am going to ensure that you (she
pointed at Robby) know how to treat a woman right!"

   She had them move to her bedroom where she had Megan lie in the middle
of the bed.  Getting a warm washcloth from the bathroom, she handed it to
Robby and had him clean up "the mess you made".  She knew they'd be shy
with her watching, and the washcloth gave him a chance to touch her
sexually in a non sexual way.  Indeed, when he had finished he was rock
hard again.

   "Where have you kissed her Robby?" asked Valerie.

   "We kissed on the lips a couple of times." he said.

   "OK, then, I want you to start by kissing her neck right now."

   Robby climbed on the bed and hovered over his sister, on his hands and
knees.  He lowered his head and she arched her neck as he nuzzled her
throat.

   "You can lick her there a little too, but lots of slow kisses.  Yes. 
That's good" she said as Megan's legs stretched and her hands moved.  "Now,
move those kisses down onto her upper chest.  Don't touch her breasts yet.
Do you think she's pretty Robby?"

   "Um huh" he murmured, dragging his lips along the skin of her upper
breasts.  "Then tell her that."

   Robby raised his head until he could look Megan in the eyes.  "I think
you're beautiful." he said simply.  Her hands reached up and took his face,
bringing his lips to hers for a kiss.  It turned into a long, tongue
swapping kiss as their mother watched.  Her fingers slid into her crotch
and she teased her pubic hair with her fingernails, feeling heat seep into
her loins.

   "You can kiss her lips as often and as much as you like" said their
mother.  "But don't neglect the rest of her.  Now, Robby, kiss all around
her breasts, but don't touch her nipples."

   Robby was having fun.  Everything in his sexual life had happened
relatively rapidly, and stretching things out was very interesting.  As he
licked and kissed all around her nipples he thought about how, the night
before, he'd wanted to taste them, but things had been so wild, so
impetuous, that it was over before he could.  Now, he anticipated teasing
her nipples with his tongue.  He gave her little sucks close to the nipples
and she squirmed.  He stopped for another French kiss, marveling at how
smooth her tongue felt against his.  Then he couldn't wait and his mouth
dropped onto one of her nipples.  It had spiked out already, and was easy
to latch onto.  He sucked.

   "Ohh Robby" sighed Megan, as she arched her chest.  Her hands came up
and flickered through his hair, holding him to that breast.

   "Feel her response" instructed their mother.  "Listen to her voice."
Valerie was getting hot.  She slid one finger between the slick folds of
her pussy.  "OK, now, keep doing that.  Don't suck too hard, and move back
and forth from one nipple to the other.  Now you can start touching her in
other places.  Feel the skin on her hips and stomach.  Play with her... 
hair." She watched as his hands slid all over Megan's lower body.  Megan
spread her legs, pulling her heels up and digging them into the bed,
spreading her knees, opening herself to her lover, her hips coming up off
the bed.

   "Good.  Now touch her places that are normally ticklish, but don't
tickle her.  Just a touch.  If it actually tickles, you are touching too
hard, or too soft, or too long.  Learn to feel the difference between how
her body moves when you're tickling her, and when she's responding
sexually."

   Robby was amazed at how Megan was responding to him.  He knew
immediately what his mother was talking about.  Megan's movements were
either slow and languid, with little purring sounds, or jerky if his touch
tickled.  She pressed her body into his when she liked the touch, and
pulled it away when she didn't.  He kept sucking her nipples, loving the
texture and taste.  He stopped for a kiss, and when he did she jammed her
tongue in his mouth.  He felt her hand on his wrist and she shoved his hand
between her spread thighs.  "Ohhh touch me there." she moaned.

   "See how excited she's getting Robby?  You're doing a good job." Valerie
moved until she could see, hanging down between his legs, his thick penis
and full balls.  She couldn't resist reaching between his legs and grasping
his cock.  She jacked on it slowly, firmly, not trying to get him to
ejaculate, but just rewarding him for taking his time with his sister.

   Robby's fingers slid into hot slick flesh and Megan gave a convulsive
thrust of her loins upward as one of his fingers slid across her clitty. 
Now the only parts of her that were touching the bed were her upper back,
the back of her head, and her heels.  "Ohhhh yesss" she sighed as his
finger dipped into her pussy.  "Ohhh Robby I love you so much."

   The combination of feeling his prick and hearing her daughter's response
to his love making caused Valerie to need something in her pussy.  She let
go of his cock and let her robe slip off her shoulders.  Naked, she started
fucking herself with two fingers.

   "OK, now, crawl between her legs.  Let her feel you hovering over her,
but don't lie down on her." she panted.  He did and his sister immediately
reached for his cock and tried to drag it to her pussy.  "You can let her
pull you in, but don't be hasty.  Let her use you to rub her pussy with."

   Robby relaxed his back enough that Megan could shove the tip of his cock
between her pussy lips.  She rubbed it on her clit and arched her hips
upward again, obviously wanting him inside her.  He lifted his head from
her breasts.  Her nipples were now dark red and thrust out from her breasts
almost an inch.  He kissed her lips, but only briefly.  Her eyes were wide
open, wild looking as he stared into them.  She was panting, her breath
rushing through her throat.

   "Do you like this?" he asked, teasing.

   "OHHH fuck yessss" she gasped back at him.

   "You want me to...  fuck you now?"

   "If you don't I'll just kill youuuuuuaaahhhhhhh" she finished her threat
as he sagged his back muscles more and let her have what she wanted.  His
prick slid into her tight pussy as he pressed harder, shoving his way into
her slowly.  He didn't quit until he felt his hair mesh with hers.

   Valerie watched that huge column of flesh skewer her daughter and, with
two fingers deep in her pussy, had an orgasm.  She bent over and jerked her
fingers, punishing her clit as the waves of pleasure washed over her.

   Robby, close to blowing his nut, started pulling his cock out of Megan
and slamming it back in rapidly.

   "Not...  so...  fast!" panted his mother.  She took several deep breaths
and pushed on his buttocks with her free hand.  Finally she was able to
talk more or less normally.  "Don't just pummel her.  Get HER off before
you take care of yourself.  Vary your speed.  She pushed hard on his butt
and he went deep into his sister.  "There, stay there and feel her deep
inside."

   Megan began using those muscles she'd milked him off with while they
were posing.  It felt good to squeeze him.

   "Megan if you keep doing that we're going to be done really soon." he
panted.

   "I can't help it.  It feels good." she whined.

   "What's she doing Robby?" asked Valerie.

   "She's sort of squeezing me with her pussy." he groaned.

   "When she does that you can move in and out, if you don't want to cum."

   He did that, sliding in and out more slowly now.

   "OK, now go in and stay there, but move your hips like this." said
Valerie.  She put both hands on her son's buttocks and, cupping a buttock
in each hand, she moved his hips in large circles.  Robby's pubic bone
mashed his sister's clitty at the top of those circles, and just rubbed it
hard at the bottom of those circles.

   Megan went crazy.  Her legs, which had been bent, straightened
convulsively, then snapped back up.  Her knees flopped sideways as she
opened herself as widely as she could.  Her hands shot to his buttocks and
batted her mother's hands away, replacing them with her own.  Now SHE moved
his ass in circles as an orgasm crashed down over her.

   "Ung...  OHhh...  ahhh...  nggggg...  OH ROBBEEEEEEEEEE" she squealed as
her pussy convulsed around his cock.

   "Now you can cum Robby" sighed his mother.

   He had been ready for a while now, and her words, plus the action of his
sister's pussy writhing around him, pulled his spunk from his balls.  Still
going in circles, he pushed harder as his seed flowed into Megan's pussy,
filling it, then pushing the excess up into her womb, and finally squirting
out of her pussy lips around the prick that was supplying all that fluid.
Once again millions of sperm went in search of an egg to batter against
until one of them broke through to create a life.

   They were all too late.

   Megan relaxed as Robby sagged his body weight on top of her.  He was
heavy, but it was the kind of heavy she liked, like lots of blankets on a
cold night.  Her hands went from his ass to his muscular back and she slid
them all over, feeling his skin.  She kissed his shoulder and licked it. 
"I love you Robby" she said again.  "I love you too baby" he murmured back.

   He rolled off of her, to let her breathe.  His cock was still long and
thick, though not quite as hard as before.  It waved in the air.  They
looked at each other, and then for their mother.  She stood, naked,
shoulders slumped, legs shoulder width apart.  Her eyes were wild and she
was breathing hard.  She was flushed clear down almost to her nipples.  One
hand was rubbing between her legs.

   "Poor mommy" sighed Megan.  "She needs something too.  I know how she
feels."

   When he saw his mother naked, with her upturned, pointed breasts,
Robby's prick lurched.  He'd just seeded his sister, but seeing the body
that had so tormented his dreams, and which he'd fantasized about while
beating off so many times, brought steel back to his cock.  He stood up off
the bed.

   "Mom?" he said.

   She looked up from the floor, her hand moving in her crotch.  "We can't"
she gasped.  "You're my son."

   He moved toward her, his penis bobbing.  "Mom?" he repeated.

   Megan moved over in the bed, making room.

   Robby reached out and touched his mother's shoulders.  "Mom?" he said a
third time.  "You're beautiful too."

   Her eyes were riveted to his cock, now just a foot away.  "We mustn't"
she whispered.

   He reached for the hand that wasn't between her thighs.  He pulled
gently, toward the bed.  She took a faltering step, then another.  Then he
put his hands back on her shoulders and moved her to the bed.  Gently he
sat her down.

   "But we CAN'T" she whined.  "It's not RIGHT!"

   He lay her back and lifted her legs up onto the bed as Megan leaned over
and kissed her on the cheek.  "We love you mommy" she said.

   Robby broke every rule she'd taught him.  He attacked her breasts
immediately, biting her nipples and sucking them hard as she cried out her
ecstasy.  He mounted her immediately too, with almost no foreplay.  He
slammed his rock hard cock into her in one lunge and she gave an agonized
cry of passion as he fucked her furiously, lunging over and over, as hard
as he could.  She returned every thrust, her arms around him in a death
grip.  She had three orgasms in a row, one almost on top of the other.  The
noises she made were music to his ears.

   She fell back limp and he never slowed, pounding her mercilessly.  With
his face hovering over hers he asked "Are you on the pill too Mom?"

   "Yessssss" she groaned.

   He jammed in, froze, and flexed his internal muscles as, once again, his
cock lurched and spat a full load of thick sperm, this time into the womb
that had carried him.

   And this time, when he collapsed on his mother's soft breasts, he didn't
even have the energy to roll over.

   When they finally untangled themselves, all three quietly left the room
and headed for their own rooms.

   The first thing Valerie did when she got to her bedroom was take her
pill.  She didn't know it, but she beat Megan by only sixteen seconds.

  
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   In the dark of night, while she was sleeping, Valerie's egg drifted
mindlessly into her womb.  She rolled over and the egg drifted into a clump
of something.  Suddenly it was surrounded by wiggling, striving sperm
cells. They recognized their target and began battering against the walls
of the egg.  Almost all bounced off, to veer in another direction, or curve
back for another try.  Several thousand fouled with each other and perhaps
a thousand lost a piece of their tails.  They fluttered, no longer viable,
and waited to die.

   But all those hits had softened the wall of the egg, and one sperm cell,
stronger than the rest, hit the egg at just the right spot and forced it's
way through the wall.  Tail wiggling frantically, it dove deeper and
deeper, until it slipped inside.

   Conception happened with no noise, and no fanfare.

   Valerie rolled again, and the fertilized egg found a place to attach to
the wall of her uterus.  It stuck, and began to make new cells.

   Chapter 6D

   The next morning Valerie was up early.  From habit she prepared
breakfast, though both kids often slept in.  She felt fabulous, and felt
guilty because of that.  She could still feel the passion of her orgasm as
Robby's cum jetted into her.  It was probably BECAUSE she still felt that
passion that she decided she could not allow him to make love to her again.

   She thought about it as she unwittingly fried up an entire pound of
bacon.  She loved her son, but she couldn't allow herself to fall IN love
with her son.  He and Megan would probably be very close for the rest of
their lives, and that was fine, but both would eventually find other
lovers...  more acceptable lovers.  And then their lives would proceed more
or less normally.

   But if Robby fixated on her, or she on him...  well...  that just
wouldn't work.  Her lust, however, had been uncaged last night, and she
knew that if she let herself get in that situation again, she'd succumb
again.  So, she would have to find some other way to feed that lust.

   She sat down at the table and thought of the other reason she had let
her son and daughter fuck each other last night.  When she had married Phil
she was not a virgin.  In fact, she was far from being a virgin.  And that
was because her big brother Bob had been fucking her regularly for four
years.  It had started when she began her periods, and had continued until
she got married.  But when she had walked down the aisle to marry Phil, Bob
had stopped coming after her.  He still came over, and they were still
close, but she belonged to another man now, and he bowed out.  She knew
that all she had to do was say the word and he'd be there instantly, to
pick up where they had left off.

   Megan walked into the kitchen.  She looked sleepy.

   "Good morning sweetheart.  How did you sleep?"

   "Morning mommy.  Good.  I slept hard." Megan yawned.

   "Good sex will do that to you." said Valerie.

   Megan blushed.  "I'm still not used to the idea that it's OK." "Well, I
don't want you to think you can just spread your legs for any man, honey."
said Valerie.

   "Oh, I understand that." Said Megan.  "I mean I love what Robby and I
do, but I can't think of any other boy I want to do that with.  Not right
now, anyway."

   "Well, that's good.  And when you DO feel that way, I want you to come
talk to me first.  What you're doing with your brother is OK, since you're
on the pill and we know he has no diseases, but before you let a strange
boy do that you need to take other precautions."

   "I know, Mommy.  I took health class." said her daughter.  Megan choked
down her breakfast and left just as Robby came in.  Valerie served him and
then sat down opposite him.

   "I don't think it's a good idea for us to keep making love." she said
directly.  Robby looked up from his eggs.  "Why?" he asked.

   "I want you to have a normal life...  meet a girl...  fall in love... 
have babies with her.  If you pay all your attention to me that might not
happen." It sounded perfectly reasonable to Valerie.

   "But I love you." he said.

   Something twisted in her at his statement.  It was what she was afraid
of.  "You're not supposed to love me.  Not like that." she added.

   "That's not what I meant." he said.  "What I meant was that I love you.
I like having sex with you.  It's great.  And I don't want to stop.  But
that's not WHY I love you.  It's just part OF loving you...  now."

   "You'll still go out with girls?" asked his mother.

   "Of course" he said.  "When I have time.  But I don't think I should
have sex with them all though." he said.  It sounded like a perfectly
plausible thing to say, based on what she had said.

   Valerie leaned back in surprise.  "Of course not!" she said, with a
little heat in her voice.

   "What about Megan?" he asked.

   "Well, the two of you can help each other with a lot of feelings and
urges...  until each of you meets someone you want to get serious with, or
marry.  I mean both of you should have other interests, but for just pure
sex you can have each other.  That will keep you both from making mistakes
with others.  Am I making sense here?" she asked.

   "I think so.  You want us to be careful with people outside our
family... sexually I mean...  and satisfy those needs inside the family."
He summed it up perfectly.  "Yes, but I'm not comfortable with you having
sex with me.  Not a lot, anyway.  I'm afraid you'll get fixated on me and
not be attracted to other girls." Valerie sighed at how complicated things
were.

   "What about Dad?" asked her son.

   "He must never find out." she said firmly.  "About either Megan or us. I
love him and I don't want to hurt him.  This just...  happened, and I can't
make it un-happen.  But I don't want to hurt him."

   "OK" he said simply.  The idea that he could now go out with girls and
avoid the hassle of trying to get his rocks off, but could then have that
taken care of when he got home, was very appealing to Robby.

   While the kids were in school Valerie called her brother.

   "Bob" she said into the phone when he answered.

   "Hi Sweets" he said, his deep voice sending a thrill through her pussy
as it always did.

   "I need some help with a problem" she said.

   "Anything, any time, any where" he said back.

   "Can you come over after the kids get home from school today?" she said.
"Maybe half an hour after they get home?"

   "Sure.  Call me when they get home and I'll head over.  They giving you
trouble?" "Not the kind you're probably thinking about." she said, and they
hung up.

   Later that day, after Robby and Megan came in the back door loudly
arguing about which band played better music, Valerie told them she had
some things to do and suggested that they get their homework done while she
was busy.  After that, she said, they would paint.  She was pretty sure
what "homework" they'd do first.  As they raided the refrigerator for
snacks, she called Bob.

   "They're home.  Come quickly.  Use the back door, into the kitchen and
don't ring the bell." she instructed.

   He sounded curious.  "Sure.  Be there in a jiffy."

   Valerie went into her bathroom to comb her hair and put on a touch of
makeup.  She always did that when she was going to see her brother.  Her
eye fell on her packet of birth control pills.  She swallowed one.

   Eight minutes later Bob let himself in the back door of his sister's
house.  He looked forward to seeing her.  He'd married, but it hadn't
lasted.  He'd never been excited about going through the rituals of dating
again.  Instead he called on memories of his sister, under him, hunching up
to get his cock deeper in her when they were teenagers.  Then he beat off
thinking about that.  So he was always glad to see his sister, because
fresh images of her made his beat off sessions the most realistic.

   She was waiting for him in the kitchen and gave him a curiously deep
kiss.  Then she grabbed his hand and, motioning for him to remain quiet,
pulled him toward the hallway that led to the bedrooms.  He followed her
until she stopped at Megan's bedroom door.  She seemed to be listening and
then, just as he heard something like a hammer pounding, she nodded,
apparently to herself.  Very slowly she reached out and turned the knob,
pushing the door open a little.

   What was revealed were clearly his niece and nephew fucking like
rabbits. Megan was on her back, naked, and Robby was hunched over her, his
long stiff cock slamming in and out of her hard enough to make the
headboard hit the wall occasionally.  Then he moderated his stroke, staying
in deep and rubbing.  Where in the hell did he learn to do that?  Bob could
see enough to know that they were fucking bareback.

   It brought back memories of him and Val.

   And it was no rape.  Megan was obviously loving it, urging her brother
onward with her hands, her heels and her voice, telling him how much she
loved feeling him deep and hard inside her.

   Then it was just as clear that Robby was flushing out his sister's pussy
with his cum as he moaned about how good it felt to spurt in her, and she
moaned about how nice and hot it felt.

   Bob leaned forward and, as he smelled his sister's hair he realized he
was hard as a rock.  He whispered in her hair "Is she on the pill?"

   Valerie nodded and backed into her brother's arms.  He unconsciously put
his hands on her breasts as he hugged her to him and she turned in his
arms. She kissed him and he knew now what she wanted 'help' with.

   He pushed her toward her own bedroom and then through the door.  They
didn't have to say anything.  Their clothing flew and within sixty seconds
they were mimicking the scene in the bedroom down the hall, with his butt
rising and falling between her thighs, her hands urging him on, and her
voice asking him to cum inside her pussy.  As he moaned softly in her ear
that he was cumming, he asked her if she was on the pill too.

   And as she welcomed his heated essence into her body she assured him she
was.  His sperm flowed into her womb and those millions of sperm cells
swept through her womb looking for the egg they wanted to fertilize.  When
they found it they were sorely disappointed that another sperm had beaten
them to it.

   Down the hall, Robby and Megan lay together, his semen soaking into her
as they shared small sweet kisses and touches.

   Chapter 7D

   Bob stayed over that night, and the kids saw when it was bedtime that he
followed their mother into her bedroom.  Both kids were already horny, but
this made them frantic and Robby came in his sister three times before he
was too tired to go on.  Megan, for her part, stopped trying to count her
orgasms and just drifted from one to another, concentrating on the feel of
her lover's skin against hers, of his mouth on her slightly sore nipples,
and the deep wonderful feel of his heat flowing into her body.

   Bob, in a marathon attempt to make Val have ten orgasms before he came,
used every trick he knew to drive her crazy, all the time plumbing her
depths with his iron hard cock.  He paid much more attention to her breasts
than Robby did, and it helped her with three of her orgasms as he bit each
nipple and sucked as if she were lactating and he was starving.

   He fucked her through four orgasms and then pulled out and licked her
through three more.  Flipping her over he mounted her doggy style and
scraped the tip of his cock over her G spot for two more cums.  Then she
rode him and now she was the one using all the tricks she knew to coax his
steaming sperm out of his balls and into her womb.  When he told her he was
there she stopped and used only her pussy muscles to milk him off, laughing
as she felt his prick swell and his hot spunk burst forth.

   "I love the feel of you shooting in me" she whispered in his ear.  "I
always have."

   The next day Bob had to leave, but he said he'd be back after he set
certain things in motion, and that, after that he'd be able to stay several
weeks before he'd have to go back and check up on things again.

   While he was gone they painted.  Valerie tried sucking Robby dry before
she posed him and his sister together, so they would lie still, but it only
lasted half an hour or so before Megan got him going again.

   Finally she let them have their lust and rubbed her own clit as she
watched her handsome son's big stiff cock driving her daughter wild as he
slammed it deeply into her and hosed her out with his cum.  More than once
Valerie congratulated herself for getting Megan on the pill when she did.

   Bob came back the next day and the kids both hugged him and welcomed him
back.

   "Mommy needs you" whispered Megan as she kissed his cheek.  "Maybe me
too." she said as she licked his ear.

   He pushed her away and looked at her sternly.  "You're much too young to
act the slut Megan." he said crossly.  But she melted him with her smile
and the giggle that went along with her wink.

   They invited him to watch as they posed, and his presence kept them
decent for over an hour as Valerie made good progress.  Then, when they
couldn't take it any longer, Megan rolled her head over her shoulder and
said again.  "Mommy needs you now Uncle Bob."

   Then, with no shame whatsoever, she pulled her brother on top of her and
spread her legs for him.  Seconds later they were moaning and groaning
together as Robby split her sex and plunged deep into her.

   Valerie resisted weakly at first, embarrassed to have sex in front of
her children, but she was so hot that he overcame her objections easily and
soon they were doing the same thing the children were as she opened herself
for her brother and he filled her deepest need.  Bob listened to the
children and, when Robby grunted and shot his sister full of his sperm, Bob
rushed for his own orgasm and fertilized his own sister at the same time.

   The next night Robby had wrestling practice, and couldn't be there to
pose with his sister.  It was Megan's idea that Uncle Bob 'stand in' for
him.  Valerie looked askance at her daughter, but when Bob said he could
wear his jockeys and it wouldn't make any difference, she relented.  When
he stripped down to his shorts, though, it was obvious that the idea of
being next to his naked niece was 'appealing' to him.  He tried
apologizing, but Valerie shushed him.

   "You're normal.  She's normal.  That's why she wanted to pose with you
in the first place.  You're a hunk.  It's a good thing I put her on the
pill." Valerie continued grousing as Bob and Megan got into position.

   Bob could still hear his sister complaining, over by the easel, when he
felt Megan's hand slip through the opening in his jockeys, grasp his rigid
bone and pull it through the hole.  Then, she did the same thing she'd done
with Robby, slotting it in her pussy and scooting close to him without
saying a thing.

   And the result was predictable.  They squirmed.

   Valerie let it go for five minutes and then stalked over to her daughter
and, grasping her left ankle, lifted her leg.  There, quite visible now,
was Uncle Bob's boner stuck halfway in Megan's pussy.

   "Are you going to steal EVERY man I have sex with?" huffed Valerie.

   "Not Daddy" said a slightly shamefaced daughter.  "At least I don't
think so."

   Again Bob tried to say he was sorry, but Valerie cut him off.  "Just
fuck her and get it over with.  I need you two to stay still for ten
minutes, OK?" Then, as if it were the most normal thing to do, she went to
the big chair, sat down and prepared to diddle herself as she watched her
brother roll on top of Megan.

   Megan learned, in the next ten minutes, the difference between
experience and enthusiasm.  Her Uncle turned her into a puddle of goo and
then blasted her full of her first cuntful of adult sperm.  Once again,
Bob's sperm cells were frustrated in their quest to knock up one of the
Hudson women.

   But he sure had fun trying.

   Robby wasn't much impressed, when he got home, to find out that another
man had used his sister's pussy.  Until, that is, she shared with him all
the new things she had learned and taught him how to pleasure her even
more. It turned out what she'd learned improved his own pleasure too.

   And, there was, of course, the opportunity he got later that night to
fuck his mother, in the living room, while they were all watching a movie.
It was clearly a revenge fuck, designed to punish Megan and Bob.  Robby's
plan backfired when Bob and Megan simply sought solace in each other's
arms. Both Hudson women went to bed sperm-soaked that night, which they
happily knew.  And, of course, pregnant, which they didn't.

   Things progressed that way for two more weeks before Bob had to return
to his business to make sure things were still going well.

   It was while he was gone that Megan got sick.  She complained at
breakfast that her stomach was upset.  There was flu going around at
school, and they all assumed that was the problem.  But it persisted for
two more days, and then Valerie caught whatever it was too.  Neither of
them thought about the possibility of morning sickness.

   Valerie had popped her next to last pill the night before, and she was
planning on going to get them refilled for both her and Megan.  She figured
she could get some over-the-counter flu medicine at the same time.

   Two hours later Valerie stopped in the pharmacy.  "Hi Frank" she said.

   "Howdy Mrs.  Hudson" he said.  "Your husband still overseas?"

   She sighed.  "Yes, and I'll be glad when he's back."

   "I was just getting ready to call you" said Frank, and something in his
voice caused Valerie to pay close attention.

   "Oh?"

   "Yes.  It's probably a good thing Phil was over there...  considering
what has happened."

   "I don't understand." Valerie was very alert now.

   Frank extended a piece of paper to her.  "Big Federal investigation. 
That new birth control pill we sold you last time?  Counterfeit."

   Valerie didn't understand.  "Counterfeit?  You mean somebody made the
pills without a license?"

   "Maybe I used the wrong word." Frank cleared his throat.  "The pills
didn't contain any active ingredient.  They weren't actually birth control
pills Mrs.  Hudson.  If Mr.  Hudson would have been here...  you might be
pregnant." He extended what looked like a letter with an official looking
letterhead on it.  "It's all explained in here." he said.  Cold fear
clutched Valerie's stomach.  She turned to leave the Pharmacy.  Frank
yelled after her.  "The phone number is on the paper Mrs.  Hudson...  if
there's any problem..."

   She did make one side trip on her way out.  She bought two test kits. 
That night there were tears.

   "But Mommy, I CAN'T be pregnant!" moaned Megan.  She didn't even have
her driver's license yet.

   "We'll have to go see Doc Madison.  He'll do the final test." Valerie
looked at Robby, who was tight lipped and sober.

   "But I just CAN'T be pregnant!" bawled Megan.  It was a sign of what had
developed between her and her brother that, when he came and hugged her,
she molded herself to him, rather than throwing something at him and
blaming him.

   "The test says you are, honey." sighed Valerie.  "It says we BOTH are."

   Megan bawled for a while.  "My life is over." she sobbed.

   Valerie sat up straight.  "Now hold on there!  Sixteen years ago this
happened to me, and YOU were the result.  Do you think you ruined MY life?"
Megan's head jerked and she took a breath.

   Valerie went on.  "What you have growing inside you is the combination
of Robby...  and you.  And it will be a beautiful baby, and a smart baby
and my first grandchild.  I'm going to love that baby with everything I
have in me, and I expect you to do that too.  Yes, it will be hard, but you
two have created LIFE, Megan, and that's a gift."

   She stopped, shocked at how passionate she felt about it.  "So what
about you?" asked Megan.

   "Oh, I'll love my baby too, maybe even more." She didn't have to say
that there was no way, short of a DNA test to tell whether Robby or Bob was
the father of Valerie's baby.

   "What about Daddy?"

   "I can't answer that." she said truthfully.  When Phil got back she'd be
only two months away from going into labor.  They both would.  And he'd
have to be told who the father was...  or the fathers were...  or
something. TWO pregnancies in the same family couldn't be chalked up to
coincidence.

   Both women took solace in the arms of their lovers and the men they
thought were the fathers of the babies growing inside them.  Valerie felt
guilty about cuckolding Phil, and took almost a perverse pleasure in the
fact that she had been caught by nature...  and a pharmaceutical
counterfeiter.

   On the chance that Phil might leave her, she called the number on the
paper that Frank had given her and signed on to the investigation as a
victim.  She made Megan a victim too.  She was offered a chance to join a
suit against the distributor of the drug and she did that too, making Megan
a separate claimant.  It was after the required doctor's examination that
they learned both women had due dates within a week of each other.  And it
was still not clear whether the one time she had let her son flood her with
his sperm, had led to her pregnancy.  It still could have been after that,
when Bob filled her many times.

   Bob offered to claim the child, if only to let Robby off the hook for
his mother's pregnancy.  If they did that, and Megan claimed some boy
fucked her at a party, and that she couldn't identify him, Robby's life
would be more or less normal.  No one liked that solution though.

   They say it's a small world, and it seemed like it to Valerie when Phil
called for one of his weekly phone calls.  He started out talking about how
great the business was going, and that it was ahead of schedule, and that
his personnel were training up well, and the market looked good for his
product.

   But Valerie could hear something in his voice, and she knew something
was wrong.  She thought of all the people who now knew she and Megan were
the victims of a fraud, and that the evidence of that was their
pregnancies. She envisioned people interviewing her husband for some
reason, asking questions about how it was that his wife and daughter both
turned up pregnant with him out of the country.  She was afraid he knew
already - she hadn't yet figured out a way to tell him - and that he would
ask for the divorce over the phone.

   Finally she couldn't take it any longer.  "Phil, what's wrong?" she
asked.  He was silent for a few seconds.  "I never could fool you, could I
Val?" he said.  "Just say it Phil.  Just say what's on your mind." her
voice was tight.  "There's a little problem that's popped up over here." he
started.  "Hell, what am I saying?  It's a HUGE problem."

   Valerie's hopes were tied to his characterization that the problem was
"over there".

   He went on.  "You remember Svetlana?  The translator I hired?  Well, it
turns out she's seventeen instead of twenty, like she said.  She's a great
translator and she's been invaluable to me on the start up.  But she
doesn't live with her parents, like she said.  Actually it turned out she
was homeless, because her parents were arrested and sent to a labor camp
and now nobody knows where they are or even if they're alive."

   He stopped.  Valerie felt relief flood through her.  He was rambling and
it wasn't about her and Megan.  "So are you taking care of her?" asked
Valerie.  "Yes." he said shortly.  "Too well as it turns out.  When I found
out she didn't have any place to stay I let her stay in the living room of
my hotel room for a while.  Then it turned out she couldn't prove she was
of legal age, so she couldn't rent an apartment once I started paying her.
So I had to let her stay longer.  Then one night, when we passed a
milestone in the startup we had some Vodka and...  well, when I woke up she
was in bed with me..."

   Valerie didn't know what to feel.  Part of her was angry, but a larger
part of her reminded her that she'd fucked not only her brother, but her
own son, so she had no business judging her husband for fucking a poor
Russian waif.

   "OK" said Valerie in a careful voice.  "So there was an...  accident
when she went to bed.  I mean she got into the wrong bed, right?"

   "Valerie, she's pregnant." said her husband in a tired voice.

   "That's quite an accident" said Valerie with a little heat in her voice.
Inside, though, she was elated.  Deliverance had just been given, though
her husband didn't know it yet.

   "I don't have any excuses." he said.  "I mean I was lonely and all that,
but after that first time I should have stopped it...  when it really WAS
an accident."

   "When is she due?" asked Valerie, more out of trying to keep the
conversation going while she thought, than to actually get information. 
She gasped when he gave a date that was only two days after hers and three
days before Megan's.  What were the chances of that?

   "Can I still come home?" asked Phil.  "I want to come home Val.  I want
to work this out somehow."

   Valerie came up with a plan in a split second.  "Yes" she said.  "Yes,
there are problems, but we need to work them out.  For the children's sake"
she said, feeling bad for sending him a signal that he was sure to misread.

   Over the next months Valerie talked with her husband more and more about
what he had to do for Svetlana when his business was concluded.  He
couldn't just leave Russia and abandon a seventeen year old with a baby due
in weeks.

   In the end it was Valerie who insisted he bring the girl to America, to
ensure she and her child got a decent start.  She talked about turning the
guest bedroom into a nursery, not telling him there would be three babies
in that nursery, instead of the one he knew about.  It would be a shock
when he saw his wife and daughter, just as heavy with child as his
mistress, but things WOULD work out.  He needed Svetlana to oversee his
business interests in Russia, and her loyalty could be assured by taking
care of her child and by welcoming her into the family.  It was already a
strange family, so this wouldn't be much stranger.

   Valerie's relief at finding a solution for their problem manifested
itself as she lowered her pussy onto her brother's up thrusting cock.  Her
belly was too swollen now with Robby's baby for him to lie on top of her
any more, so she had to ride him to suck his juices out these days. 
Sometimes he took her from behind, quite often in the kitchen as she
supported herself on the table or counter.

   And quite often her daughter was right beside her, with Robby's prick
snuggled up inside her pussy as he pleasured her too.  It seemed so special
when she and her daughter could time their orgasms to happen at the same
time.
   She wondered if they'd be able to teach Svetlana to do the same thing. 


  
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