She wasn’t concerned; she wasn’t concerned I was her stepbrother, her eyes had one focus, held one goal. I penetrated the girl, then with extreme pleasure, I fucked her. The first time I had sex with my stepsister was six years ago. The final objections were overcome, it was time, our mutual attraction became a need for mutual engagement, mutual pleasure. Our daughter has her eyes. And always were her eyes, drawing me into intimacy. She laid her thigh on my hip then rolled her hips, sliding her pussy on my cock. She was on the sofa, her back on the armrest, one leg pulled up, bent at the knee while she daubed polish on her nails. Twenty-eight months later we were lying clutched together in my bed, she was cuddled close, “You bastard, you knocked me up.”
I didn’t take the news the way she expected, not how I expected, my only response was, “Really?”
She looked slightly surprised by my low-key reaction, “Yeah, really. She arched her back then reached between us to capture me.
