Just Another Teen Pregnancy

“You’re joking, right?” Zack said, looking at Heather with wide eyes, an apprehensive grin tenuously stretching his lips, waiting for Heather to laugh. But she didn’t.

“I know how it sounds,” Heather confessed, half frowning. “But last night, while I was researching and planning this, I spent a lot of time thinking about the future. I’m the heir to my father’s company…but what happens after that? There’s no one to continue the Ravers name beyond that. Daniel doesn’t have any kids.”

“Yeah, but we’re still young. You have the rest of your life to meet someone you really want to have kids with, rather than just getting knocked up just because you’re worried about a business,” Zack said, grimacing. “And lest you forget, we could potentially be brother and sister. You just said that me being Robert’s son could work in my favour with the board. We both know that any product from that union isn’t someone you’d want at the head of Ravers Enterprises.”

“Half-brother, and really we share about as much DNA in common as cousins do, and that still happens the world over,” Heather argued calmly. “Besides, **** is really more of a generational problem. Repetition is where you run into issues, but I don’t intend on this becoming a family tradition.”

“Well, you wound up wanting to fuck your dad, and it kinda seems like he wants to fuck you too, and I-” Zack stopped himself, thinking of how close he’d almost come to kissing his own mother back home. But he was just confused, holding her close, after being caught naked by her, his adrenaline still pumping from fucking Zsofia, thinking about his mother in the caves with Robert, imagining himself…no, he stopped himself again, no, he didn’t actually want to have sex with his mother. Quickly, he saved face by saying, “I cheated, and so did my mum.”

Heather raised an eyebrow for a second, and said, “I don’t think either of those two things are genetic.”

“No, I know they’re not,” Zack agreed, sighing and rubbing his head. “This is just a very strange conversation to be having. I mean, not that I’m condoning it, but if you really want a kid, and you don’t seem to think the genetics are a problem, why not just get your dad to impregnate you? That’s what you really want, right?”

“Would that I could, but my dad got the snip years ago,” Heather revealed, making a scissoring motion with her fingers. “Besides, with how close our genetics are, that’s really not a good idea. A little overlapping in one instance is fine, but that much repeating DNA in one child is just asking for trouble. You’re not wrong though. The main reason I picked you is because you do share my father’s DNA. You’re the closest thing I have to giving my kid my father’s Y chromosome.”

“Yeah, closest being the operative word there,” Zack scoffed incredulously. “Though I think you’re skipping ahead, aren’t you? We don’t even know if I am your father’s son. The paternity test hasn’t come back yet.”

“Doesn’t matter. Either you are, and this kid will get the real double dose of Ravers blood,” Heather shrugged and smiled. “Or you aren’t, and it’ll have a smart, kind man with a good heart as it’s father. It’s win-win for the kid really.”

“Father?! Fuck, Heather, I’m not saying I’m doing this, but, let’s say I’ve lost my mind and we do have a kid, no one can ever know that it’s mine,” Zack insisted, shaking his head, his eyes wide again. “Shit, it’ll end up coming out, won’t it? In like thirty years, just like it did with our parents and their affair.”

“Not unless you’re planning on fucking me in a cave in thirty years,” Heather noted with a seductive smirk. “You’re overthinking this. This isn’t like with our parents, we aren’t starting an affair. It’s just sex. Just two teenagers being physical and stupid and not using birth control. I’ll be yet another girl knocked up, and you know, people see me as a bit of a slut, so I think they would believe it if I didn’t know or didn’t remember who the father was.”

“These are still really big things you’re asking of me. Becoming the face of your family’s company, and giving you a kid,” Zack pointed out, clutching at his chest as he tried to breathe. “You say it’s just sex, but all I can think of is what comes after. Even if no one else knows, I will.”

“Then how about we take me out of the equation?” Heather suggested, her hands falling to the hem of her t-shirt.

“What?” Zack stammered, watching the raven-haired girl pull her top up over her head, her large breasts tightly constrained behind her bra bouncing into full view of the man who could be her brother. “How am I supposed to knock you up if you aren’t even involved?”

“Because I’m going to blindfold you with this,” she said, reaching back and unclasping her bra. He watched as she slid it down off of her arms and into her hands, turning it around and flipping it so that the straps were pointed towards Zack, the cup on the underside. With small quiet steps, she approached him, like trying not to scare a wild animal, carefully raising the bra up towards his face. “I’m going to cover your eyes with this and then I won’t say a word. We’ll just fuck, and you can imagine whoever you want to imagine.”

“Uh, Heather, are you sure about this?” Zack asked, impressed by what she seemed willing to do in order to make this a reality. He felt bad, as if he were forcing her to become nothing more than a warm body to his fantasies, but the idea of not being able to see her, turning a blind eye so to speak, to who he was fucking, did in fact make knocking up his half-sister easier to stomach.

The last thing he saw was a nod from the cheer captain before the bra was placed over his face, the material warm and musky from Heather’s body. He felt her reach around his head and tie the straps, her fingers then tracing around the side of his head, gauging whether it was tight enough and fixing the cups around his brow, completely covering his eyes except for a small sliver of light around the bridge of his nose where the plunge of the bra was too deep.

True to her word, Heather didn’t speak. She was silent as her hands went to his belt, only the noise of the metal clanking open and the leather being tugged apart filling the room. Even if he couldn’t see, he could feel his trousers being opened and pushed down his thighs, a hand drawing up over the muscle, to his boxers and feeling the hard cock underneath. He would have liked to think that it was for Heather, and he was sure that she probably believed it was an indication he wanted this more than he was willing to say. The truth of the matter was though his cock hadn’t gone completely down ever since his mother had caught him in the examination room with Zsofia. Since then it had been in a permanent state of half-mast.

In his mind’s eye, it was still Heather before him, touching his cock over his boxers, just as it was in reality. He told himself it wasn’t, that she wasn’t his sister, that the paternity test would come back negative. But his imagination refused to budge from the image of the dark-haired teen, large naked tits exposed as she stood before him in tight jeans, stroking his cock through his underwear. This wasn’t the first time Heather had touched his cock his memories reminded him, thinking of Heather and himself in the caves, watching their parents, her father’s huge cock stuffing his mother’s hole, while Heather jerked him, until he came on the rocks and his mother confessed to having been with Robert eighteen years ago.

Just as he was reminded that Heather could be his sister, he felt two soft wet lips press against his won. His body tensed for a second at the strangeness of being kissed without expecting to be kissed. He was so used to seeing it coming, knowing a girl was standing before him, leaning in, tilting his head, opening his mouth, licking his lips slightly until it seemed to come together like watching the fuse on a dynamite. This kiss was like stepping on an IED; sudden and unexpected, though no less explosive.

But it also kept him from thinking that this was anyone else. Heather tasted different, and her lips weren't as soft and delicate as Ashley’s. The kiss was more controlled and experienced than Chloe’s, though Zack hadn’t kissed her properly in almost a week, so he was sure, between Kurt, Hannah and Gavin that she had become much more confident. He could tell that it wasn’t Victoria either, so unless Madison had snuck in, it had to be Heather, Zack’s brain concluded, not knowing that Kendra was in the cabin. But it only served to remind him once again of the kiss that had almost happened between his mother and him back in his father’s office.

That’s where his mind transported him, though he was still with Heather for the time being, feeling her hand push underneath the elastic of his boxers and take his cock in hand, warm and firm, her heat feeding into his. He gasped slightly, into her lips, opening his mouth and slipping out his tongue to meet hers. He kissed her fully and she responded in kind, her hand drawing his cock out of it’s confines, the boxers sliding down his shaft and wrapping around his thighs and balls. He stood in his father’s office with the girl who could be his half-sister, her hand twisting as it repeated long strokes up his shaft.

A memory came to mind of himself as a kid again, playing hide and seek with Taylor around their house. Their father’s office had always been off limits, but once tired of all the same hiding spots and unable to think of anywhere new, Zack had ventured inside and hid beneath the desk. He felt now what he’d felt then, alone, in the dark and naughty because he knew he was somewhere he wasn’t supposed to be. And he remembered being caught, though not by Taylor. It was his mother who had noticed the door to the office left ajar, and found Zack crouching under the table. She pulled him out, scolding him for knowing better than to play in his father’s office, and then Taylor appeared. His sister told their mother it was her idea for him to hide there, a prank so that he’d get caught. He always suspected his mum knew the truth, but since Taylor confessed, she got punished.

He stood in his father’s office, no longer a boy, but a man, his hard, erect cock being stroked by a woman’s hand, his lips being kissed by a woman’s mouth, but in the darkness that woman was anyone. At first it was Heather, just as it really was, then it was Taylor, gone for so long and greeting him upon her return with a very unsisterly kiss. She didn’t say it, but it was as if he knew, she’d heard that Zack might be Robert’s son, and that, just like him and Heather, made them half-siblings which meant that Taylor too could act upon her hidden desires.

She was replaced by their mum, shapeshifting into the mature, teary eyed woman. The crying was quenched when he kissed her though, more vigorously now, using his tongue to explore every part of his mother’s mouth. He heard her moan, unsure if it was real or imagined. He felt her fingers trace the strong, stiff shape of his member, and again, without words, almost telepathically, he knew what she was thinking. This is what she needed, this would make her feel better, only this, her son’s cock, inside of her. Zack’s cock throbbed in her hand, the thought of fucking his own mother swirling around his head all morning, keeping him on edge so that now, when he finally gave himself over to it, he almost came right there and then.

Desire roaring inside him, Zack grabbed the woman, hearing her squeal with shock as he spun her around and laid her on the bed, in his mind clearing and placing his mother on his father’s desk. Her skirt was already bunched up around her waist but he reached down and took her tights in both hands, feeling her lift her ass as in reality in pulled down Heather’s denim jeans, the teen having already unbuttoned and unzipped them while stroking Zack’s cock, intuitively knowing by the twitch in Zack’s cock that if they didn’t fuck soon, he’d definitely blow his load all over her hand and that wouldn’t get her pregnant.

He didn’t bother pulling her jeans off completely, too needy for that. His hand went back down, looking for her panties and finding none, he took his cock in hand and shuffled in tight to his mother, laid on his father’s desk, legs in the air, resting against his chest, both feet thrown over one shoulder. Rubbing his cock up and down, he found her slit, and then her hole, the wet opening enveloping his tip as he blindly guided himself in. His mother gasped and moaned beneath him, finally feeling her son back inside her.

Returning his hands to her hips, he clutched at her flesh as he gently began thrusting back and forth, sinking another inch into his mother’s welcoming pussy. Normally, Zack might take it slow and savour the feeling of the sloppy, snug walls wrapped around his cock, but imagining himself inside his mother, laid out on his father’s desk in the home he grew up in, he couldn’t control himself. As his imagination ran away with itself, so too did Zack’s body rapidly pick up the pace, pistoning into his mother’s hole, sawing his cock in and out of her squelching, **** hole, listening to her cry out every time he plunged inside, unable to hold back her moans any longer until he was slamming into her, balls deep inside his own mother, giving her every inch of his cock in fast, full strokes.

Her hand wrapped around his back, and clutched at the fabric of his t-shirt so tightly that Zack thought it might rip. That didn’t stop him though, and he knew she didn’t want him to stop, feeling her hips buck back against his own as her cunny was filled with his length, her arousal drenching his shaft, so much so that he could feel his underwear, still stretched over his balls, becoming damp and heavy, saturated with her leaking liquids. She moaned loudly and her walls pulsed around his cock, telling him that she was close to climax. Though she only moaned and gasped, he imagined his mother, being fucked atop the table he once hid under, begging him to make her cum, to give her the release she so desperately needed.

Spurred on by the thought of her cumming around his dick, he rammed his cock into her harder and faster, the sounds of her pleasure growing louder as her pussy squeezed around his shaft. A familiar tingle formed in his core, growing outwards in all directions before surging up the length of his cock. The harder and deeper he fucked her, the higher he felt the sensation rise until it was right at his cockhead and with one final push, he buried his member right up to her womb. He felt the eye of his cock open, like releasing a valve, his seed erupting forth, planted in Heather’s fertile young body.

That was when he felt her climax, her body responding to the cum he was depositing inside. Her gripped at his shirt tighter than ever, her legs wrapping around his hips, the heels of her feet bouncing off his ass as he continued thrusting, pumping more and more cum into her hole as her pussy clamped down around his shaft, her womb opening wider to accept every drop Zack had to offer. They fucked, rutting against each other’s spasming climaxing bodies for several more minutes, until both subsided. Drained and exhausted physically and mentally from the imagination, Zack slumped forward and rolled off Heather, her bra slipping up his head as he fell into place beside her.

Squinting as his eyes took in the light after what seemed like an edge in the darkness, he looked over at Heather, her body glistening with sweat as she panted, and turned her head to gaze back at him, her expression one of absolute delight.

“Where the fuck has that been?”