My Brother's Best Man

And then I’m exploding, unable to think.

All the seed rushes up my shaft, burns up my shaft, and scorches out of my end. At the same time, I can feel her orgasm pulsing through her, making her pussy tight as she pushes back against me.

I snarl and drive in deeper, letting her know her pussy belongs to me even when I can hardly think.

She moves with me, and I can feel her release and how her pussy kisses the end of my cock. I feel it the same time my seed boils up my cock, erupts out of my helm, an endless stream pumping into her.

“You have to get pregnant now,” I snarl in her ear. “You fucking have to.”

“I will, I will,” she cries. “I freaking promise.”

We cradle each other, falling onto the bed together, both of us panting.

Then we laugh together.

I’m not sure who started it, but I know what type of laughter it is. It’s pure joy, pure release, and pure appreciation for what we just did.

And we both know there are darker aspects. We both know the Alex situation is looming over us.

But in our laughter, we forget it.

“I’m not sure I can control that,” she giggles as I roll onto my back and draw her into my arms. “I mean, how can I know I’m going to get pregnant?”

I grin, leaning down and kissing her lightly on the top of the head. “I know. But the thought made me so wild. And you never know, Becca bee…this could be it.”

She turns, smiling up at me, looking so sexy and beautiful and sweet and kind and mine.

“I hope so,” she says.

I spot the way her features shift like she’s not sure she believes it. Like part of her is thinking of Alex.

We have to tell him now.

But what if she doesn’t want to or can’t?

What if I can’t?

I want to talk about it with her, but not now, not after what we just did.

For now, it’s enough to hug her closer.

And wait, as our bodies recover, my manhood begins to stir, and we get ready to take each other again.