Chapter 3

It was just the luck of the draw that Liz had her dream that very night. Ever since she had seen her brother naked, Liz's sleep had been ... rattled a little, every so often. She didn't remember the dreams, but she woke up horny and wet, and she didn't understand why. It bothered her a little, because she didn't currently have a boyfriend and she wished she knew who she was dreaming about. It never occurred to her it might be her own brother.

It was late at night and quiet in the house. Liz was dreaming. This time she knew she was dreaming, and she watched her dream unfold with interest. She was looking out the window toward the street in her dream, something she almost never did in real life. A dark green car pulled up to the curb, and uniformed men got out. In her dream one of them was obviously a Chaplain. She gasped, there in her dream, and her real body gasped too. She turned around, but she was alone in the house. She called for her parents, her sister, anybody, but only silence was there. She knew she was alone ... all alone ... all that was left of the Thackery family. The men knocked at the door and she decided not to open it. But it opened anyway, creaking as it did, and there they were, all somber looking, there with bad news.

But in her dream Liz suddenly smiled and let them in. She had to lean back to open the door because her belly was in the way. She was pregnant, almost due to give birth, but the baby felt light as a feather in her dream. The men told her Brian wouldn't be coming back, and they cried. Liz cried with them in her dream, but then smiled and told them it was all going to be OK, because some of Brian was still left. She showed them her swollen pregnant belly and told them it was Brian's baby. They smiled and stroked her belly. One man asked to see her breasts and she reached for a button on her dress.

Liz bolted awake and sat up, gasping for air. She sagged as she realized it was all a dream. It had seemed so real. She reached for her stomach, which was flat and taut. Something deep inside her sagged even more as she thought about the men in her dream and what they had come to tell her.

She thought back to how she had tried to get Beth to come to the house that day a week ago, to help Brian pack up the things in his room for storage, but it hadn't worked. Beth had been gone on an errand and Aunt Jill had asked her for some help, and by the time she got back home Brian was already stuffing things into boxes. She HAD helped him do that, talking to him in a fascinating and pleasurable way as she handed him things. She had always thought of her brother as a pain in the butt, but she suddenly discovered he was really a pretty interesting guy. It made her even sadder about him going away. And trying to get him and Beth together during the rest of the week hadn't worked out either. Maybe that was why she had the dream. She was running out of time.

She glanced over at her sister, who was snoring lightly in the bed next to hers. As if she were still dreaming, Liz moved her legs off the bed and stood. She slid sideways through the door, which always squeaked as it was opened, and crept along trying not to step on the creaky places she knew were in the hallway. Then she remembered how many times she had heard those creaks and had just rolled over, paying no mind to whoever was going to the bathroom. Still, she needed to be careful, because if anybody caught her, all hell would break loose.

She got to Brian's door and paused. 

This was crazy! 

She turned around to leave, and then thought about her dream again. She realized she was wet between her legs, thinking about what she had gotten out of bed to come do. But he'd probably scream at her and throw her out. She couldn't take the embarrassment of that. She actually took two steps back toward her room and the floor creaked, just like the sound of the door opening in her dream. She took a breath, turned back around, grasped the handle of his bedroom door ... and went into her brother's room.

Liz's eyes were perfectly adapted to the dark, and the streetlight coming through Brian's window made it easy to see him on the bed. He was taking up the entire bed, his arms flung wide, and one leg thrown almost off the bed. His other leg was bent at the knee. He almost looked like he had fallen from some great height and was dead. 

She shuddered and felt her stomach twist.

And ... he was naked. She crept closer and his head moved. She froze. Her eyes were drawn to his groin. There, again was his penis, and again it was erect. It was huge, to her mind, but maybe not quite as big as she remembered it. She sighed and felt a tremor in her pussy as she got even wetter. Somehow her certainty that SHE wasn't going to have that prick in her had drifted away somewhere.

She pulled at her oversized T shirt and let it drop on the floor, leaving her as naked as her brother was.

She didn't know what to do. She'd had things in her pussy before, and she knew her cherry was long gone, but she'd never let a boy stick one of those things in her. She leaned over and looked at it in the dim light. It looked white, like marble. She wanted to touch it but she was afraid he'd wake up. Then she'd have to explain what she was doing and he'd throw her out, or yell, or do something that would bring others.

Liz licked her lips. What if she put her mouth on it. All the boys begged her to do that when she went out with them, but she never had. She'd jacked two of them off, but that was only because she was afraid they'd force her if she didn't do something to calm them down. She hadn't gone out with either of those boys again either. But if she was sucking him when he woke up, maybe he'd just get all horny and let her get some of the last of the Thackery seed into her womb, where it might take root and then, if a dark green sedan ever pulled up to the house, she might be able to take that news without just dying herself.

She planned it all out in her mind. She'd grasp the shaft of that long hard thing, and put her mouth on the tip and start sucking. Then she'd slide her hand up and down the shaft, and when he woke up he'd be too involved in feeling good to make her stop. Yes ... it would work. She leaned forward, her mouth open. She wondered what it would taste like.

Brian Thackery drifted toward wakefulness feeling of a wet, hot mouth sucking his knob. A cool feminine hand was jacking him at the same time. He decided it was his aunt, based on the feeling of the fingers around his prick. And she liked to wake him up that way too. She must have changed her mind, and wanted one more helping of the last of the Thackery seed.

And he was ready to give it to her. He'd gone to bed glum, thinking that he'd gotten sort of used to dumping his load in a nice willing pussy. So, when he woke up and it looked like he might be able to do it one more time, he was rarin' to go.

"Mmmmm yeah" he murmured, half asleep.

Liz grinned ... sort of ... when she heard him. Her plan was working. Spittle leaked out of the corner of her mouth when she grinned and she slurped, swallowing. She hadn't thought it would be this messy. But he actually tasted good, and the feel of his flesh was delightful in her mouth. She might just have to try this again, if she found the right boy.

Brian liked his Aunt's mouth, but he liked her pussy more. "C'mere" he said softly.

Now Liz didn't know what to do. She didn't think he was really awake. Maybe he thought he was dreaming. She decided that, if she crawled up and lay down, snuggling up against him, he'd probably go back to sleep. Then she could figure out how to get his cock in her pussy. Once she got that far it wouldn't matter if he woke up or not.

So, in answer to his summons, she crawled up his body and prepared to lie down with him.

What she wasn't prepared for was for him to roll with her, putting her under him, with his knees between hers. She was startled by the quickness of what happened, and then startled even more when she felt hard prick poking at the gates of her love box.

That touch brought fear rushing back to her, hovering all around her, making it difficult to breathe.

"Brian" she whispered, deciding it was time for him to wake up, because she was getting a little nervous and had decided that maybe she WANTED him to throw her out.

Brian felt his chest come down on small firm breasts, just like his Aunt Jill had. His hand went between them and he grabbed his cock. He'd had a lot of practice at getting started lately, and his hand put the tip of his cock unerringly where it belonged.

"BRIAN!" said a female voice in his ear, and he heard passion in that voice.

Liz realized that she was about to be deflowered, and her "BRIAN!" had, in fact, been filled with emotion ... but it was fear, rather than passion. She was quite sure that by saying his name in her normal voice, right in his ear, that he would stop, raise his head, call her name and THEN ... throw her out.

Instead, Brian, who thought he was shoving his iron hard prick in his Aunt Jill, thrust forward, expecting to hear her relieved sigh of joy at being penetrated clear to her cervix.

He got a strangled combination of grunt, groan and vocal grimace instead. She was also a LOT tighter than usual ... a LOT tighter. She also wasn't quite as deep as he remembered, because when the tip of his cock mushed into the end of her pussy, there was still an inch of his cock sticking out.

Brian finally arrived at the conclusion that this was NOT his Aunt Jill under him, and it was NOT her pussy he was buried in. He could tell by the breasts pressing hotly against his chest that it was not his mother either. 

Private Brian Thackery did what any good soldier would do. He did a pushup. Then he looked down at the woman whose pussy was impaled on his prick.

"Lizzy?" he said, his voice an octave higher than usual.

"Owww, oh FUCK you're splitting me OPEN," groaned his sister.

"What are you doing Lizzy?" he asked.

"Ohhh owww. What does it LOOK like I'm doing Brian?" she groaned.

Brian wasn't stupid. He thought Aunt Jill and his mother were ... silly, to put it nicely ... based on their unswerving devotion to the Thackery seed, as it were. But he understood how important family roots were in the South too. And, pushed up over his sister, whose hips were beginning to wiggle a little, and whose moans were less filled with pain, and beginning to sound a tad bit like pleasure, he was hit with the insight that the women in his family were actually SERIOUS about this 'last of the Thackery seed' business.

"You want to have my baby?" Brian said, wonder in his voice.

"Ummmmm" her pussy pushed up at him, making his cock move inside her. "WANT isn't the right word" she sighed. "But I'd never forgive myself if something happened to you and there was nothing left of you."

"You don't have to do this Lizzy" he said, intending to tell her about Aunt Jill. But he wasn't going to mention their mother. He wasn't too sure Liz would be able to deal with the fact that several cups of the scarce and precious Thackery seed had been stored away in her mother's womb. 

"Don't ruin this for me Brian," she moaned, reaching up for his face. "Would you kiss me please? I think it's starting to feel a lot better."

So Brian kissed his sister. And he found out she kissed completely different than either his aunt OR his mother. And her pussy felt different too. Most of the orgasms he gave his mother and aunt involved mashing their clitties. But he couldn't get that deep into Liz. It turned out it didn't matter, because Liz loved the feel of his cock sliding in and out of her tightly stretched pussy lips, which pulled her clitoral hood down enough that the top of his cock scraped her clit nicely. And, when the tip of his cock dug into the back of her pussy tube, she felt the most delicious kind of pain that wasn't really pain. It felt like pain, but she loved it. She loved the feel of his thighs sliding across hers, and of his chest sliding over her breasts. Most of all she loved hearing his breathing get faster, and louder, and knowing it was because of HER that he was so excited.

"Oh shit" he groaned" and Liz knew something was about to happen.

"I'm gonna cum" he said, his eyes looking down at hers. "Are you sure?" he asked.

She nodded her head furiously, not trusting her voice. She winced as he pushed hard into her and then felt something hot bloom all around where it hurt. He backed up and pushed again and she felt something give way inside her as his cock sunk the rest of the way into her body. Now the heat was deeper inside her and she couldn't describe what it felt like because her pussy was spasming all around his cock and she was cumming. She'd cum on her fingers, and cum on several vegetables. She'd cum on her hairbrush handle and she'd cum from rubbing her jeans-clad pussy up against a saddle horn on a trail ride.

But she'd never cum like this. She squeaked, making little yipping sounds, and then made a sound something like "Waaaahhhhhhhh" that got louder and louder until Brian had to cover her mouth with his to keep the whole house from hearing her. She grabbed his pillow and pulled it between their faces until it was covering hers. Then she screamed into the pillow as her whole body felt the tingling pleasure of what was happening to her.

Brian dumped his balls, and a fresh batch of the very potent, very precious, and very rare Thackery seed was planted deep in the womb of a very fertile and suddenly very willing Thackery woman, who welcomed that seed with every fiber of her being, and decided, right then and there, that she would need to do this again very soon. Very soon indeed.

They melted together as Brian rolled sideways so he could relax without worrying about crushing his sister. "Thank you" he whispered. 

She kissed him lightly and said "I really am worried about you."

"Do you have ANY idea how much trouble you're going to be in if I get you pregnant?" he asked.

"I can live with that," she said flatly.

Brian felt guilty that he hadn't told her about the OTHER women who had sampled the last of the Thackery seed. "You REALLY don't have to do this ... again." he finished lamely. She was already full of his sperm, and if there was an egg handy it didn't much matter if she did it again or not.

Liz licked his chin with the tip of her tongue. "I can't imagine losing my cherry in a better way."

"YOU WERE A VIRGIN?!" he gasped and she shushed him.

"Of course I was. I'm no slut."

"Oh MAN!" he said softly. "I wouldn't have done it like that if I'd have known. I thought you were ..." He had been about to say "somebody else" but chopped it off. 

It worked out OK, though, because she thought he had been about to say "experienced."

Liz felt her inexperience when she went back to her room. She ached, and had to walk a little bowlegged. Her thighs got wet too, because he had put so much stuff in her that it ran down them as she tip toed back to her bed. Once she got in bed, though, the warm feeling in her belly felt so good that she had no trouble getting to sleep. She didn't dream for the rest of the night.

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The following Friday night, Jill and her daughter came over to spend some time with the Thackery family. Liz, who now had a total of three loads of the rare and precious Thackery seed in her womb, and now dreamed almost every night that she had a big swollen belly with a cute little Thackery baby in it, knew she should keep her mouth shut about that.

But it was driving her crazy. What teenage girl, when she has a secret THAT huge, can resist sharing it with someone. She couldn't share it with Patty, because she was quite sure what Patty would do. Patty would explode like an Atom bomb. They had talked about getting Beth pregnant ... not Liz.

Liz looked at her cousin, whose doe eyes were glued on Brian as he played cards with the adults. Everybody in the family knew she was smitten with him, except Brian, of course. He still ruffled her hair and called her "Squirt". Boys were so stupid sometimes. Aunt Jill asked Beth to get her a glass of tea and Beth stood up. She stretched and Liz looked at her flat stomach. Liz closed her eyes and In a mental flash she saw THAT stomach swollen with a Thackery baby TOO! Yes! That was the answer! If TWO girls were pregnant with Brian's baby, that would almost guarantee the continuation of the Thackery line. And, if those two girls managed it right, and wore the right clothes, by the time the adults finally found out they were pregnant, it would be too late for them to stop the girls from having their babies. AND, since Brian would still be over there in that far away place when the babies were born, no one would take the babies away from them either. 

Liz opened her eyes and went to help Beth get the tea. They were alone in the kitchen. 

"Um ... Beth?" prompted Liz.

Beth looked at her with a question in her eyes.

"I wanted to talk to you about something."

"Oh? What?" asked Beth as she poured a big glass of sweet tea.

"You like Brian ... right?"

Beth's eyes went hooded. This was dangerous territory. If anybody knew just how MUCH she liked her cousin the jokes would never end. "Sure. I guess," she said, trying to make it sound like she hadn't thought much about it.

"Come on Beth" chided Liz gently. "You like him ... a lot. Don't you?"

"What do you want Liz?" asked Beth a little crossly.

"If I tell you something ... a secret ... will you promise not to tell another soul?" Liz knew that would get Beth's attention. That kind of question got EVERY woman's attention.

"What?" asked Beth carefully.

"You have to promise" said Liz. "On Grandma Harker's grave." Grandma Harker's old weathered headstone had been used for generations to make promises over. She was reputed to have been a harridan of the first magnitude, having gone through four husbands, all of whom died, it was rumored, from being nagged to death.

"I'm not going over there to ..."

"You don't have to go to the graveyard." said Liz. "Just promise on Grandma Harker's grave and I'll tell you."

Beth looked speculatively at her cousin. Liz wasn't smiling, like there was some joke going on. On impulse Beth went to the door and looked around behind it to see if Patty was hiding there. She wasn't. 

Beth turned around and looked at Liz. "OK, I promise."

"On Grandma Harker's grave" prompted Liz.

"Good GRIEF! OK, OK, on Grandma Harker's grave!" said Beth in a disgusted tone.

"I let Brian have sex with me." whispered Liz, immediately.

You've heard the phrase "quiet as a tomb"? Well, that kitchen was just plumb FULL of quiet. Until the glass of tea slid from Beth's nerveless fingers and hit the floor, smashing and splashing tea everywhere.

"SHIT!" screamed Beth.

"Uh Oh" muttered Liz. No curse word of ANY sort had EVER been heard to pass through Beth's lips. And Liz had a feeling that it didn't have anything to do with a broken glass OR some spilled tea. Her plan had been to invite Beth to share the 'wealth' so to speak, but events were moving too quickly.

"SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!!" yelled Beth again, stamping her right foot with each forbidden word. The kitchen was suddenly filled with concerned adults, who were expecting pools of blood at a minimum, based on Beth's exclamations.

"Beth, honey?" said Jill tentatively. Beth's eyes were bugged out and her face was suffused with blood. She was obviously intensely, amazingly, astoundingly upset. "It's OK, baby, it's just a glass of tea." finished her mother.

Beth turned to her cousin, a dangerous glint in her eye. "You get to do EVERYTHING!" she shouted. Then she turned and bolted for the back door. It would have been a magnificent Southern Woman Exit too, except that somebody had thrown the bolt and the door wouldn't open. She struggled with it, unable to see the lock handle because of the tears in her eyes and finally shouted "SHIT!!" one last time before turning around and walking, almost regally through the astonished adults.

Brian was the last one she passed, and Beth took the time to stop in front of him and, from only two inches away, she said "I am SO pissed off at you!" And then she went on into the living room and out the front door. Liz went after her in hot pursuit.

"What did I do?" asked a confused Brian.

Nancy and Jill both remembered experiencing overwhelming (usually) hormonally based crisis situations when they were teenagers, and they both knew that such world-shaking events almost always resolved themselves after a good cry. They opted to let nature take its course.

Nancy responded by playing one of her favorite games. She addressed her clueless son. "Well, if you're so dense that you don't understand it by now, I'm certainly not going to waste an hour explaining it to you." She elbowed her sister and winked.

"Understand what?" asked Brian plaintively.

Jill wanted to laugh. Playing with men was so much fun. "Don't look at me. I'm just her mother. YOU'RE the one she's mad at. 

"But I didn't DO anything!" he complained.

"Welcome to being a man." said his father. "We were winning. They probably arranged this whole thing just to get out of being beat at Spades."

Beth was forgotten as both women rose to the bait and demanded that the game go on. Within five minutes all four adults were poring over freshly dealt hands as if there were money involved.

Outside, Liz ran to catch up with her irate cousin. "BETH!" she called. "Stop Beth, I can explain!"

Beth, who had been stomping along whirled to face Liz. "You KNEW how I felt about him. I know you did. How could you DO this to me?"

Liz, always pragmatic, said "Come on Beth. He's your cousin. How was I supposed to know you wanted to crawl in bed with him? Hell, I didn't even know that I wanted to crawl in bed with him! Not until the dream. That's what I wanted to tell you about. I had this dream, and when I woke up I knew I had to ... you know ... with him."

"What dream?" Beth had the same amount of curiosity that most women had.

So Liz told her about the dream, and about how she'd decided that somebody had to do something about Brian being the last male Thackery who could father babies. 

"It just sort of happened." she ended.

"I can't believe this." said Beth. She looked up. "So are you pregnant?"

"I don't know." said Liz. "It was just two days ago. I've never done anything like this before."

"But if you don't know, how will you know if you have to ... you know ... try again?" Beth looked unhappy at the idea that it might be needful for Liz to have more sex with her brother.

"Well, for one thing, I think I want to try again just because it was fun." said Liz.

Beth started getting mad again, and Liz saw that. "But wait!" she said loudly. "The whole REASON I wanted to tell you this is that I think YOU should do it TOO!"

"What?" Beth was stunned.

"I think there should be TWO of us who ... you know ... keep something of his ... I mean in case something happens to him."

"That's crazy!" yelled Beth.

"I know it is, but we HAVE to Beth. What happens if my dream comes true?" The thought of that brought tears to her eyes. It brought tears to Beth's eyes too and soon the two girls were clasping each other, crying their eyes out.

Finally they calmed down. Beth reached out and wiped Liz's smeared mascara with her thumb. "What about Patty?" she asked.

Liz snorted. "She'd think we were both perverts."

"Well?" asked Beth pointedly.

Liz blushed. "We're NOT perverts! We're just doing what has to be done to carry on the Thackery line."

Beth sighed. "OK, but what if Brian won't go along with it?"

Liz smiled. "Don't worry about that. I have a plan."

Twenty minutes later they were back at the house. They walked in together, talking about the new CD released by Cindy Lawlor, arguing about whether it was Pop or Hip Hop. They both walked by the adults as if they weren't even there. Nancy and Jill traded self satisfied looks.

Brian watched the girls go by. "What the ...?" he murmured to himself.

"Don't think about it" advised his father. "You'll be bald by the time you're thirty if you try to understand women." He scratched at his almost hairless pate.

The game broke up when the women set the men and went over 500 in the same hand, laughing and crowing about how the big strong men had been trounced by the poor weak women. Jill said she had to get up early in the morning to go Garage Saleing and yelled for Beth. Liz stuck her head in the room and announced that Beth was staying the night ... if that was OK. 

It was.

As everyone was getting ready for bed, Liz sidled up to her brother and spoke to him in a low voice.

"Can I come see you again tonight?"

Brian's eyes darted to his parents, who were leaving the room. Patty was also on the other side of the room, cleaning up empty pop cans and beer bottles.

"Um ... sure. I guess so." Then he remembered who she'd been talking to all night. "Uh ... what about Beth and Patty?"

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Beth's going to share my bed. I'm going to tell her I can't sleep and then I can leave. But your room's too close. Can you meet me down in the family room?" The family room was in the basement. It had a big couch in it, that was often used as a bed when visitors overfilled the bedrooms.

"OK" he said.

He waited almost an hour for people to get in bed and get to sleep. Then he tip-toed down the stairs to the family room.

"Don't turn on the light" came Liz's soft voice from the area of the couch. "Somebody might see it. I'm on the couch." 

It was dark, and he couldn't see anything, but he felt his way to the couch, and found warm, naked girl waiting for him. As he sunk down on top of her he was amazed at the passion with which she met him.

There were kisses ... long, passionate, wet kisses that sucked the breath out of them both and they panted as a result. Her hands pushed his head to her breasts, and he found her nipples by feel, sucking on both of them as she sighed and wiggled under him. Her legs were spread wide and he was so excited he couldn't wait. He crawled up over her, fisting his cock and fishing around with the tip in her swampy opening. He was about to shove it in her when he remembered that, until two nights ago, she was a virgin. And the two times they had done it since she had been very appreciative if he went slowly when he first went into her warm, willing pussy. It was that that caused him to enter her slowly, a little at a time, gently.

And it was that that saved Beth from the worst of the pain as her rare and cherished virginity was sacrificed for the sake of the last of the equally rare and cherished Thackery seed.

Liz hid behind the couch, wishing she could see. Beth was making noises that, so far, suggested she was having a GREAT time. But sooner or later Brian was going to shove that long hard penis in the poor girl and, unknown to Brian, he would claim his second virgin in almost as many nights.

Beth had assured Liz that she could take him ... that it would be OK. But, as her spasming pussy was slowly stuffed full of rampant prick for the very first time, Beth began to feel the onset of panic. She was being cruelly stretched. She thought she had torn her hymen already, playing with her pussy, but the sting of pain at the bottom of her slit told her otherwise. Then his heavy body pinning her to the couch, he had slowly put more and more and still MORE penis in her. Still, she couldn't say anything yet. If he found out he wasn't fucking Liz he might stop.

"Unghhhh, you feel so tight" he whispered to the hair-covered ear beside his mouth.

"Mmmmmm" was the feminine reply.

At this point, Brian, who had taken things slowly up til now, decided he had been careful enough. He began to fuck the fabulously tight pussy that was sucking at his prick. What probably saved Beth from a bad experience was the fact that because she was so tight, she brought him off almost immediately. His prick coughed and shots of slippery sperm lanced out of his cock, coating Beth's pussy walls and relieving much of the friction that was causing her discomfort.

Then, because teenaged boys can, Brian kept fucking his lover, wanting to give her a nice hard orgasm. Things began to feel lots better to Beth almost immediately.

About eight minutes later she had her first orgasm. It caused Brian some problems, because when she felt it coming she wrapped her legs around him, and her arms around him, and all those limbs contracted and froze as her pussy spasmed and milked the beautiful cock that was making her feel soooooo wonderful. She held him so tightly that he couldn't move in and out.

The girl under him shuddered as she came on his cock. The rippling of her pussy suggested that his second urge to ejaculate could be gratified. That urge boiled up in him and he let all his weight fall on her pussy as he felt the first jets of his sperm jet out into her pussy.

A voice came from the stairs. "Liz? Beth?" It was Patty's voice.

The light came on and Brian stared down into his cousin's face as his cock twitched and fired two more times. Beth's eyes were squinting at the light, but her mouth was open as she gasped for air. He stared into her eyes and shoved his cock in her again as it went off twice more. Her pupils dilated as she felt his spend being deposited deep inside her.

"Don't ... stop!" she gasped at the man who was fertilizing her garden.

"What ..." came Patty's voice.

Movement in Brian's peripheral vision turned into Liz as she bounced into sight from behind the couch.

"SHHHHHH" she said to her sister. "You'll ruin EVERYTHING!" she said in a loud stage whisper.

"WHAT'S GOING ON!?" came Patty's entirely too loud voice.

"SHHHHHH" I can explain everything!" said Liz hopefully.

Brian, looking down at his lovely cousin, who was currently being pumped full of his spunk, thought he knew what was going on. 

"You want a baby too?" he whispered to her. 

Beth was scared, but this was something she knew she wanted. She nodded.

Brian leaned down and kissed her, and this kiss was gentle, a thank you for what she had given him, as his prick finally began to soften in her pussy.

Meanwhile, there was some fancy talking going on over by the stairwell as Liz went into Saleswoman-of-the-Year mode, trying to convince her sister that this was what they'd talked about, and it was necessary, and vital, and important and at least six other impressive words. She was talking so fast and so furiously that her sister couldn't get a word in edgewise.

There was the crack of a hand hitting a cheek and Brian looked up to see Liz holding her cheek. It was eerily silent. Brian got off his cousin and stood up to face Patty. His cock had softened, but was still half hard. It was also covered with a sheen of milky white streaks.

Liz, over her shock at being slapped drew breath to start in again, but Patty held up her hand. 

"Just shut up," she said softly. She took a step toward Brian, and her eyes drifted down over his chest, and then lower, to his sperm covered cock. Patty leaned sideways and looked around her brother to where Beth was still lying, splayed out on the couch, her pussy weeping thick pale sauce.

Patty looked back at her brother's face. "Well, obviously you didn't force her," she said. 

"No" he said back. "I'm not sure I could explain it, but it really was an accident."

Patty snorted. "This was no accident."

Liz tried again. "I tricked him. I -" She stopped as Patty's stern gaze shifted from Brian to her.

"I told YOU to shut up." Patty glanced over at her sister. Then she looked back at Brian. "We talked about you," she said looking in his eyes.

He looked surprised.

"All three of us" she said, going on. "We were worried about you. And about what Aunt Jill said. About you being the last Male Thackery. We talked about it ... a couple of weeks ago."

"Oh." said Brian. He didn't know what else to say.

"And Liz even came up with some story about how she saw you naked and how HUGE you were and all that. And then she had this lame-brained idea about having you get Beth pregnant. But I never thought they'd do something like THIS!" she said, shaking her head. "I thought about it, when I saw you and Aunt Jill going at it like animals, but I didn't think any of the others knew."

Brian leaned backwards in surprise. "Aunt Jill?" he said.

Beth sat up. "My mother?"

Liz's jaw dropped. "Aunt Jill?" She sounded confused.

Patty turned to her and shook her head again. "Yeah. I was going to the bathroom one night and I heard noises in his room, so I looked in there and he was on top of Aunt Jill, doing what he apparently -" she leaned around him to look at Beth again "- was just doing to Beth."

Liz was astonished. "You saw him and Aunt Jill DOING IT?"

Patty nodded.

"And you DIDN'T TELL ME!?" Liz sounded hurt. Then her eyes went wide. "Wait a minute. Did you just say you thought about it?"

"Yes. Aunt Jill was making these sounds that made my pussy wet." said the girl her sister would have sworn would never say the word 'pussy'.

Beth had gotten up from the couch and appeared beside Brian. The two of them looked like they were illustrative models for the difference between male and female, standing side by side.

Beth's voice had a note of something ... ominous. "You saw him fucking my MOTHER!?"

Patty glanced at her cousin. "Yup. And from the looks of it he was doing a good job."

"PATTY!" said Liz, shocked to her core that Patty would be that ... crude.

Brian looked down at Beth just in time to see her say "I am SO pissed at you! I'm even MORE pissed than when I found out you fucked Liz!"

Now Patty showed surprise. She turned to her sister. "YOU did it TOO?"

Liz colored up nicely, and just nodded her head.

Patty regained her composure and looked down at her brother's soft penis. "I'm going back to bed. Don't make so much noise. I don't think Daddy would approve of this." Then, to their astonishment, Patty turned and padded back up the stairs.

The mood was lost, though, at least for Brian. Liz wanted him to bed her that night too and Beth would have gone again, after she got over being mad that he had fucked her mother, but Brian shook his head and said "I've got ten days left. You don't have to be in a hurry."

When the girls got to their bedroom Patty was already rolled over, facing away from them and didn't answer their whispered query as to whether she was awake or not.

She was, in fact, awake, but didn't want to talk. Her eyes were closed, but she could still see Brian on top of Beth, Beth's legs cast wide in acceptance of what he was doing to her. And she'd seen that thick white column of man flesh sliding in and out of Beth too, before he'd jammed it in and held it there, deep, as he grunted and made sounds. Those sounds made it all too clear what he was doing - spurting his cousin full of thick baby juice. 

She couldn't help but wonder what it was like.
