Stepbrother Under Wraps(19)
Worried that my relationship with Ella might be ending as quickly as it began, my erection promptly wilts and I can hardly concentrate on the rest of the film.
Gradually, though, several illuminating realizations begin to emerge from the disparate thoughts racing through my head. It’s not just the physical aspect of being with Ella that I’m worried about losing – I mean that’s great and all... but I want there to be an emotional connection too. Something spiritual. Deeper.
In truth, I don’t just want to fuck Ella like some randy teenager burning off a surplus of hormones. I want to be with her, and be there for her, in every possible way.
Shit. I think I might be in love with my sister!
Chapter Eight
After the movie ends, before leaving the living room Ella and I make sure we place the blue blanket strategically over the rather sizable wet stain on the center sofa cushion. I’ll probably check back in a few hours to make sure it’s drying properly.
With our parents off in their own bedroom, I’m walking past the main bathroom ready for bed in my pajamas, when I notice that Ella’s inside. She’s standing by the sink in front of the mirror, casually plucking an eyebrow.
Spotting my reflection in the mirror, Ella grins. “I guess wishes do come true.”
“Huh?” I reply absentmindedly. Ella’s still wearing the same clothes we were fucking in, and at the moment her black tights are wedged lewdly up into her ass crack... the black fabric stained wet more than halfway down the inside of her thighs, with plainly visible streaks of white cream oozing through the middle of the crotch.
She looks absolutely, positively, gloriously obscene. And she’s just standing there with the bathroom door wide open!
“My birthday wish, bro! It really did come true.”
“What did you wish for? I thought you maybe wanted me to drop dead, and to my knowledge that didn’t work out. Unless I’ve died and gone to heaven... which is a distinct possibility, now that I think about it.”
“No, silly! I wished to lose my virginity before my birthday ended.”
“Oh, really?” I ponder. “I mean, I already knew about your stupid and irresponsible plans for the concert... but wait a sec. How did you even expect that to happen? I mean, you only made that wish after you knew you were gonna be stuck at home all night long. So who did you expect—”
Ella interrupts my train of thought. “Exactly.”
“Huh?”
“Don’t be thick, Tommy dear,” she purrs into the mirror while slowly rubbing the protrusion of her mons on the front edge of the countertop.
“What do you mean?” It finally clicks. “Oh. Oh! Oh shit! You little minx!”
“Mmm, exactly! I started wondering about you when I saw your cute little reaction to my tits in the mirror on my bedroom wall. Sure, I was still totally pissed at you, and completely shocked when I first felt your dick press into my ass – but then I got to thinking... maybe wishes really can come true. Not that I wasn’t gonna make you work for it, especially after the crap that you pulled.”
Ella leans forwards and, looking down, I find my sister’s dainty fingers pushing between her legs, rubbing the creamy crotch of her leggings and graphically emphasizing the shape of her bulging pussy lips. I so wish I could see her completely naked for once...
“Uh, Ella, why are you still wearing those things? They’re a total mess, and mom an’ dad could notice.”
Ella smiles and straightens up, squeezing her legs tightly together. “Because right now, they’re keeping you safe inside me. Unless you’d like to help me out with that?”
“And how could I do that?”
“Well... we still got about forty minutes until midnight, right? How many times do you think you could get off before then?”
“Does that mean we’re okay? We can keep... being together?” I think of, and distinctly decide against, using the word “fucking”. I’m pretty sure we both want this to mean more than that.
“Eh, I’m planning on taking things day by day, Tommy, so don’t push. But if I’m going to fuck anybody at all, then the one thing I’m definitely set on is having you be the father of my baby. Which, for now, means I’m going to need a steady supply of your sperm, ideally fresh from the source. So answer the question.”
“I don’t know, Ella. Maybe one or two? After how much I came in the living room, my balls are kinda sore already.” And that’s no exaggeration!
“Then if you’re up for it, we’ll try for three. I want to make sure I get as much of your cum in me as possible, so if I do end up getting pregnant, we can tell everyone my brother knocked me up on my eighteenth birthday!”