“I think you’re overthinking this,” she said, doing her best to reassure me. “Little kids, they don’t drill down into the details like this. Maybe when he’s older.”
“And then what?”
“Then we can explain it better. I mean, we’ve done nothing wrong,” she pointed out. “What if you and I had gotten together before my dad and Daphne? Right? And they met and fell in love? No one would bat an eye. No one would say we were weird, right?”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” I agreed. “But telling your dad you’re pregnant is going to be a big moment. A big, scary moment! He might kill me.”
“I don’t think so. He likes you,” she pointed out. “Besides, he kept telling you that you and I should be closer.”
“Somehow, I don’t think this is what he had in mind!” I laughed. “But hey. What did you draw?”
I peered at her paper, which had turned very colorful.
“I’m not good at drawing,” she admitted. “I just drew a rainbow. And the sun. What did you draw?”
“Horses,” I said. “At least, I think they’re horses. I’m not much of an artist, either. I guess I’ll have to brush up on my skills, though, since we’re having a kid.”
“The bottom line is that I think our parents are going to be thrilled to be grandparents,” she said. “Your mother needs something to look forward to. Another baby? Women love babies! I know I can’t wait!”
“It’s so strange,” I admitted. “This lockdown. The events in this house. Who knew it would lead to this?”
“I know,” she agreed. “It’s like my whole life has changed with you in the picture now. College seems like a faraway dream. I can’t wait to tell my friends about you.”
“Guess we’re not going to have to lie to them about us,” I added. “That’s a plus.”
“Yeah, although my girlfriends teased me about you,” she admitted. “Way back in the beginning. They suggested that I date you.”
“They did? Seriously?”
“I think they were joking, but yeah,” she smiled. “I kept saying ‘Ew!’ but they kept on teasing me. In some ways, I guess it was a foreshadowing of what was to come.”
“Will your friends accept us as a couple?” I wondered aloud.
“Why wouldn’t they?” she shrugged. “It would be weird if they didn’t. Plus, I didn’t change my last name or get adopted by you mom, so, those are a couple things that will make it less weird.”
“What if they won’t accept us, though? Your friends? And what if our parents think this is wrong? That we’re doing something against God or whatever,” I worried.
“Babe, we got this,” she smiled. “At this point, I think they’re gonna love this. It might come as a shock at first, but in the end, they’ll just have to accept it! What is your mother going to say, really? After cheating on your dad, she has no room to talk.”
“I’m more worried about your dad, but sure,” I agreed. “The whole thing smacks of a TV movie of the week or something.”
“I’m gonna make you so happy, Phil,” she promised. “Maybe half as happy as you make me and trust me, that’s a lot.”
“You want to show me that appreciation?” I asked suggestively.
“Always!” she answered.
We started kissing and having sex on the floor of her bedroom. Rolling over the pictures and crayons, our body heat caused them to get a little soft and mar our bodies with the bright colors.
It was such amazing sex that I didn’t care, though.
“Look at these colors on your big breasts,” I told her, as I took a nipple into my mouth and sucked on it.
I squeezed the other one with my hands, loving how full they were and how they bounced around as she rode my cock like a madwoman.
“Fuck, Phil, that feels so good,” she said. “I love when you suck my nipple like that.”
“How about this?” I asked, biting it a bit.
I took her other one between my fingers and squeezed it.
“I still have to punish you for being such a bad little stepsister slut,” I told her. “You always like it nice and naughty.”
“Mmm, I sure do,” she said, as she clenched the walls of her pussy around my cock. “I love being dirty for my big stepbrother. Especially when his huge cock is in my pussy and he’s giving it to me good.”
“There are crayons all over your gorgeous, curvy body,” I said, running my hands up and down the colors on her stomach. “It makes me want to touch every inch of it.”
“It’s like I was the canvas,” she said, laughing.
But then her face grimaced in pleasure as my cock hit her G-spot.
“Right there, big bro,” she said. “You’re hitting my sweet spot, stepbrother. Don’t stop. Fuck me right there.”
“Fuck yeah,” I said, twisting her nipples until they were so erect it was as if they were pointing right at me. “I know how to fuck you good. I know how to make you cum.”