My shaking body was my brother’s release as his throbbing cock made one last thrust while his body became totally rigid and began pumping his seed, seed by the millions into my womb, as I felt his hot torrent flooding and washing it as pulse after pulse sent millions more in eager search of my eggs. It was an idle thought, but every time it ended with sympathy for all the millions of women who didn’t have lovers as generous as my brother. It was a huge gamble, a huge investment that each of us made in trusting the other to never tell anyone, not our best friends, not our boyfriends or girlfriends…no one…of our incest. Eager as we both were – Paul had been erect since we’d left the patio swing – something allowed us to hang back just a little, to play with each other, to kiss, to caress, to fondle, to reacquaint ourselves with the other’s body as our anticipation and need grew by the minute.
