Knocked Up: Fertile Fun Volume 2

by Saffron Daughter

  “Then please come home,” I blurted into the phone. “Because I need you right now.”

  “I’ll be there as soon as I can. I’m having my partner here arrange the flight as we speak. Now, you just wait for me, okay. We’ll get through this, Carly.”

  I laughed and cried at the same time. I’d never really done that before.

  “What about Mum?” I asked.

  He paused. “I guess we’ll just have to see. I have to hang up now, okay?”

  “Okay, Daddy,” I said. “I love you.”

  I could almost hear his smile. “I love you too, baby.”

  # # #

  Bred by my Brother by Natalie Deschain

  “God damn it,” I hissed, and nearly broke the damn pregnancy test in my fingers.

  Baby crazy, baby fever, call it what you want, but after nearly a year of working on it now, the little lines refused to show their pastel faces and confirm reproductive success. I’d been peeing on a stick on the regular for a while now and it was starting to get tiresome. I threw the damn thing in the wastebasket and washed my hands, huffing in disgust. As I washed them, my husband Jeff decided it was time to seduce me. Yeah.

  He slipped his arms around me from behind.

  “Well?”

  “Negative.”

  “Not for lack of trying,” he purred. “Say, why don’t we…”

  I leaned forward a little and slid my panties down. With my hands resting on the vanity, he pushed them out of the way. Thank God for morning wood. He rubbed the head of his cock against my entrance and I shuddered, but it was automatic, somehow. There was no life in it. I was wet, but not really into it. I wanted a baby. He entered me and I stood there, not looking at him in the mirror. We were going crazy with quickies like this. He lasted maybe two minutes, pumping frantically at me before his cock swelled in my body and he leaned over me and hugged me tightly against him as he came inside me. Two more quick pumps to squeeze himself out and he slipped out of me, staggered a little, and looked quite satisfied with himself. I smiled and turned around and planted a kiss on his lips.

  “Did you like it?”

  “Yeah,” I lied, “It was great.” I patted his side and nuzzled my chin against his chest.

  It wasn’t his fault, I told myself. I loved him, we just needed to get through this.

  When we first started working on getting pregnant, it was kind of funny. I’ve always been horny as hell and when I told him he had to cum inside me, well, he didn’t argue. We’d been doing it at least eight times a week for months now, to no result. Gripped by frustration, I was starting to get, well, bored. I think he was, too. It was mechanical. Sure, he liked having an orgasm in my pussy. Who wouldn’t? I hadn’t cum for him for like six months, though. As far as I knew it wasn’t strictly necessary, but something in me didn’t like having to masturbate every day even if I was sore from back-to-back pump and dumps.

  Which is to say, it wasn’t for lack of trying.

  Jeff showered and went to work. I stayed in bed. I had the summer off between my second and third year of teaching. He was making enough now that if I had to take a long leave or quit all together it was a possibility.

  I wanted to rend the sheets in my frustration. I. Want. A. Baby.

  Jeff kissed me on the cheek before he left for work. I think he’d have tried for another quickie but I rolled over and tucked up in the covers. He touched my cheek softly and whispered his goodbyes and turned off the bedside lamp so I could sleep.

  Eventually, I did. I woke around ten, took a shower, and plopped in front of my computer to fool around for a few hours. In a couple of weeks I’d have to start working on lesson plans for next year but for now I was free. I wanted to enjoy it. Enjoying it turned out to mean eating a pint of ice cream before breaking down to call my mother.

  Stereotypical, I know. Bite me.

  “Hey, Mom,” I said, when she answered.

  I was one of six kids. I was the oldest. My stepbrother, Brad, came to our family by marriage with my stepfather. After that, my mom had another four children- half siblings to myself and Brad, all by my stepfather. They were very busy, one might say. My stepbrother lived in town. He went to trade school and was working as a welder.

  He had two kids already, of course. I guess it runs in his family.

  “Hey, Lilly. How’s things?”

  That was code for ARE YOU WITH CHILD YET.

  “Negative,” I said, dryly.

  “Darn,” she sighed. “I was so hoping for my first grandchild.”

  That was kind of awkward, now that I think about it. Was she Brad’s kids’ stepgrandma? How does that even work?

  “I’m working on it,” I said, wearily. “We try every day.”

  You know what’s weird? Conversations about trying to get pregnant. Why do people think it’s normal to file a report with everybody you know about how often you husband blows a load in your pussy?

  “You need to relax, honey. Trying too hard makes it worse.”

  I had acid on my tongue, ready to lash her. You should talk, Miss Fertility. Maybe those genes skipped a generation.

  “Which reminds me,” she said, nervously. “I have big news. I was holding back. I don’t want you to feel more pressure.”

  Oh come on.

  “Brad’s wife is pregnant again.”

  Oh, lovely.

  Wait. I could feel it in here voice.

  “And?”

  Her voice cracked a little. “So am I. I’ve been to the doctor about it.”

  Oh come the fuck on.

  “Wow,” I said. “Congratulations. It’s gonna be weird having a newborn little sister again.”

  “I’m sure she’ll adore you like all the others do.”

  I couldn’t help but smile. I did love my little sisters. The oldest was in college now, which felt weird. I was getting old.

  Tick, tock, tick, tock.

  Shut up, brain, I hate you.

  “Hon?” said Mom.

  “Yeah. I’m really happy for you both.”

  “Honey, I want you to listen to me. Take a while off. Relax. Stop thinking about it. Let nature run it’s course.”

  Yeah, easy for her to say.

  “I’ll call you back,” I sighed.

  “Alright, hon.”

  After concluding our conversation I closed all the blinds and sat down in the dark in the living room, staring at a turned-off television, mostly watching my own reflection.

  It wasn’t fair. I mean, I had my Mom’s genes, right? And she was working on her fifth kid with my stepfather. Brad didn’t seem to have a problem, either…

  An idea popped in my head.

  A sick, evil idea.

  If my stepfather could get my mother pregnant any time they felt like it, could my stepbrother do the same thing with me? It would be like my mom and my dad, right? Just as easy? Compatible genetics?

  No. Terrible idea. Put it out of your head, Lilly.

  It didn’t want to go away, though.

  Sick. Evil.

  I hid until Jeff came home. When he got in the door I pounced on him and we fucked in the living room. I pushed him down, got him hard with my hand and rode him, hard. He just stared at me as I ground on him and clawed his chest, daring him to explode inside me. He obliged in short time, but it was nothing to me. I didn’t even come close to getting off. I was tempted to just sit there and grind but he almost pushed me off.

  “Hey,” he said, after. “Hi honey, I’m home.”

  I laughed.

  I loved my husband.

  Baby! Baby! Baby! BABIES!

  We did it again later. Three in one day. I told him he had the next day off and he kinda of snored agreement into my armpit.

  I was not going to sexually proposition my married stepbrother.

  Okay, yes.

  I waited until Jeff was gone the next day. I made the call. He was at work.

  “Hey,” I said, “it’s me. Do you still get off during the week?”

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nbsp; “What?”

  My eyes shot open when I realized what I’d just said.

  “Get days off, I mean,” I said.

  “Yeah. Wednesday. Why?”

  “Can you come over for a while?”

  “Yeah,” he sighed. “What’s this about?”

  “I need help with something.”

  “Like what?”

  “Mom’s calling. Got to go.”

  I hung up on him. Great. Good plan, Lilly. He probably wasn’t going to show now, after that little display. I sat on the couch and hugged my knees and sighed. I couldn’t think about anything else. I tried reading, watching television. Wednesday could not come fast enough and, as they say, neither could I.

  Another night of sex with Jeff. He decided he did not want the day off. I obliged, lying limp under him on the bed until he grunted and rolled off of me, pawed my breasts and kissed me.

  “What’s wrong, honey?” he said, when I didn’t respond.

  “Nothing,” I sniffed.

  I’ve concocted an insane plan to cheat on you with my own brother.

  Okay, stepbrother. Same difference.

  Not really.

  Shut up!

  He snuggled up to me and pulled me against him and I took comfort in his embrace. In the morning I would text Brad and tell him not to come. My desperation would not drive me to this. I was certain of my path. When I didn’t respond he grumbled to himself and pushed me aside, rolled over, and faced away from me for the rest of the night.

  Until the next morning, when I sat on the couch in my bathrobe waiting for Brad to show up. He rolled up at eleven-thirty and I rushed to the front door and ushered him in.

  “Hey, Lilly,” he said. “What’s the big deal? What’s with the robe?”

  I planned this out. In detail. Phase one was to shrug out of the robe, under which I was buck-ass nude. Not wearing a stitch. Naked. I put my hands on my hips, sucked in my tummy, thrust out my chest, and looked up at my brother in all my naked glory, trying not to fall down from my legs shaking so hard.

  “What the fuck?” he muttered, and stepped back.

  “Brad,” I sighed, “I need you to listen to me very carefully.”

  “Um,” he said.

  He was staring straight at my boobs. My stomach fluttered. No, this was not going to turn into something like that. Mechanical. Grind the bits until the semen inseminated me. That’s it. That’s what I told myself.

  “I need to get pregnant. If I don’t get pregnant I think we’re going to break up. I’ve been trying all year and it just isn’t working.”

  “I’m not a doctor, Lilly. Put your clothes on.”

  “I know. I want you to have sex with me until I get pregnant.”

  “Lilly, I’m married,” he said.

  “I won’t tell if you don’t.”

  “What? Are you crazy? Lilly, s-stop…”

  He was looking at me. Hard. I shaved my pussy last night and he was staring right at me, his eyes locked between my legs. I felt a flush spread through my body. I was getting hot. Getting off on exposing myself.

  I am an awful, evil bitch for what I said next.

  “I know you want to try it,” I said, stepping closer. He wasn’t backing away. I had him hooked. “Remember when Mom caught us fooling around and flipped out?”

  “Yeah, that was just… I wanted to know what to do…”

  “And I offered to teach you how to kiss. This is just like that. We don’t have to fall in love. I’m sure it’ll f-feel good,” my voice faltered a little, “but I just need you to get a bun in my oven. It’s not like we’re really in love. Like we’re cheating.”

  I didn’t know who I was trying to convince, him or me.

  He swallowed, licked his lips. I glanced down.

  Holy shit his cock was hard as a rock. Like, visible through jeans hard.

  I went for it. I caressed him there with my fingertips.

  “We can make it quick. I’ll make you cum fast, I promise. All you have to do is lay down and I’ll do the work.”

  “I’m married,” he said again.

  “Brad, please,” I whimpered hugging myself, suddenly freezing. “It’s me. I need your help. I’m begging you. I need this. I’ll do whatever you want. Any disgusting thing you can think of, I’ll do. I’ll suck your cock. I’ll even let you fuck my ass if you cum in my pussy first. Please. Please.”

  He put his arms around me and pulled me against his chest.

  “Lilly, you know I love you.”

  I burst out crying. Oh God, what did I do? Am I out of my mind?

  “Don’t cry.”

  His arm slid down my back and my eyes shot open. His bare hand and arm slid down my body and his hand cupped my ass.

  “So just want to fuck,” he said, in my ear.

  “Th-that’s right,” I said.

  “You know, Kate is pregnant.”

  “Yeah.”

  “We don’t do it while she’s expecting.”

  I stood up on my tip toes to reach his chin and plant a kiss. “Use me instead.”

  “You’ll do anything I want?”

  “Cum in me first and my body is yours. I swear. I’ll do anything.”

  He leaned over me and crushed my body against his. I could feel his hardon digging into my belly through his jeans.

  “I love my wife,” he said, with such force it shocked me. “I love her to death,” he sucked in a breath, “but she’s not you. I didn’t want you to teach me how to kiss, Lilly. I wanted to kiss you.”

  My heart pounded in my chest. Tears blurred my eyes.

  “It’s not like that. It can’t be like that.”

  “Every night after Mom broke us up I hoped you’d come back to me. Come to me and tell me you didn’t care, you loved me and wanted me to be more than your stepbrother. Now you do this to me, you bitch. I love my wife.”

  “Then close your eyes and let me be her,” I said.

  “I close my eyes and make her you.”

  “Now,” I begged, “Take me now. Please.”

  He lifted me up off the floor and carried me upstairs. Then he dropped me on the bed and stripped, in a hurry, almost tearing his clothes. He was urgent, his muscled, hairy body hard and scratchy on me as he pinned me down and pressed my legs apart. I thought he was going to fuck me, shove his cock in me to the root and braced myself. He was big. Bigger than Jeff. A horrible stab of guilt poured through me and fell away in a tide of heat and shock as his mouth moved down my middle and he slid down my legs, and his mouth hungrily attacked my already wet cunt. His tongue dragged over my clit and I thought I would die from the shock. He squeezed my ass hard and his tongue entered me, slid into my body. Oh, Jeff had gone down on me before but he mostly just licked my clit and fingered me. I didn’t even know it was possible to feel tongue press inside me and flick and slide wetly all around my entrance, and groaned, clutching his head by the hair.

  “Be rough,” I purred, “I want it rough.”

  Where did that come from?

  Who the hell cared?

  His head shot up. He grinned at me, then went back to savaging me with pleasure until I was writhing and squirming in the bed. Then he launched up, grabbed my shoulders and rolled me onto my stomach. His big, hard cockhead pressed at my throbbing entrance and with a sharp thrust he entered me. I was no virgin and he knew it. He rammed his cock in me to the root, but slow enough to let me feel it as I arched back against him and wriggled my hair against his nose and purred in lust, and his hands cupped and squeezed my breasts. He pinned me to the bed with his body and rolled his hips in circles, moving his cock inside me and I groaned.

  “He doesn’t make you cum, does he?” he growled in my ear.

  “N-n-not for months.”

  “You can’t have my cum until you cum for me,” he growled.

  Oh. Oh God.

  His hand snaked between my legs. Jeff never did that, either. His fingers teased and caressed my clit as his huge rod moved inside me. Wow. Wow. I was
lost, carried away in a tide of pleasure. My skin burned, but his breath and fingers were harder. My sex throbbed, but I could feel the iron hot hardness of his rod inside me. His hand closed around my neck, not choking, just holding me still, my pulse pounding against his fingers.

  “You’re mine,” he growled in my ear, “Mine, mine, mine. Cum on your brother’s cock.”

  I exploded, thrashed under him as waves of heat blasted through me, lightning ran down my limbs and stars flashed in my eyes. Oh God, if it was like this every time I wouldn’t be able to walk by the end of the week.

  “Now, you get it.”

  He fucked me even harder, his cock buried inside me as my pussy gripped him as the shocks passed through my body. Everything was turned up to eleven, all my senses, and I felt it when he came inside me. His cock swelled and I could feel it. I lost it and writhed under him, thrashing and moaning, bucking my ass against as he lay on my back and pressed me down.

  “Oh God,”I groaned, as he drew out of me.

  I couldn’t move. I was exhausted, like he’d sucked out part of my soul.

  Then his hands and mouth. He put his hand on my shoulders and swept my hair aside and kissed my neck. His lips were hot, and left a cool trail on my skin as he kissed all over my shoulders and the side of my neck, listening to my purr. If he was tired from fucking my brains out he didn’t show it a bit. His mouth was everywhere, all over me, until I was glowing, shivering from the cool and the hot touch of his lips running down my spine. He picked up my hands, kissed and sucked my fingers.

  I giggled stupidly.

  “What the hell are you doing?”

  “I may only get to do this once, so I want a taste of everything.”

  That was before he spread my cheeks apart and my head shot up. He kissed my asshole. I kicked at him, playfully. He trapped my legs.

  “You said I could have you anyway I want if I gave it to you,” he said. “I want your ass. Now.”

  I froze.

  “I-I-I’ve never done that before.”

  “You have lube?”

  “Top drawer.”

  He fumbled for it. I did tell him he could have my ass if he wanted it. I heard the wet sound of him lubing up his cock, and the his fingers, slippery and cool with lube, slid up my ass. I squeaked and bent back, lifting up and hugging my pillow.