Nobody Can Deny

"Becky," I finally stammered into my hand, and collected my thoughts.

Exhale. Inhale. This was wild, yet delicate. Strange, yet sulfuric. It couldn't be stressed how much care should be taken, how with bated breath one should carefully continue.

"I..." Gulp. "I... I don't, just, the, my--bluh-huh!"

So much for strong rhetoric.

"Oh, I see," the elegant woman before me, who had been suggestively tracing her finger down the swell of her breast, snapped her finger, also snapping me out of my internal attrition, and snapping my babymaker into a salute as she walked foxily towards me. I would have said something, anything, but then my eyes fell across her body and rescinded everything. I mean, Everything.

Well, except for my erection. Conveniently.

"You want to see some more of me first, right?" Becky continued as she sneaked a hand onto my arm, speaking through her rationalizing mind and it spitting its proxy for reasonable sounding words out at me.

I stammered again, but this time all that came out was,

"Bah-bah-bah-buh-buh-um-ah."

Becky just smiled and, somewhere in her neural system, read that as a yes.

As she placed her arms against my shoulders, creating a circle around my neck, and looked me in the eye, I suddenly felt her leg (technically lower thigh) lightly pushing on the tip of my cock as she lifted her foot off the ground to stimulate me with the pushed-up weight, softly moving in and around, and my eyes widened. It was hard, alright. Her leg was soft. I was hard. As hard as a block of ice ready to melt into a pool of cathartic release and inseminate acres and acres of sleeping eggs, waiting for their imminent purpose to smash into them like atoms in a Hadron collider. And Becky, she knew it. She felt it.

She was rubbing her thigh against it with a wanton serendipity to challenge that Hadron guy himself.

My fingers tremored inches above her hips. I took in her smell. It traveled up my nostrils and, tingled.

To have this beautiful (taken!) woman impaled, mewling happily as I banged her tight (and taken!) hole open and washing her in sperm-infectant straight-from-the-source right now, on my straining, popping cock.

To take her, right here, behind the curtains across which my family and her husband and my own brother mingled away, my dick flanked by lust and the inner crevice of a shapely pair of adult female leg delectables.

For her to want me like a child waking to the smell of fresh new gift wrap on eve's morn.

I know, I know, the poetry. Sorry.

But when revelations like, every one in the world possibly being proud to have my white hot seed planted in their wives' and friends' wives and their friends' wives' daughters in their belly to raise my baby for me and willingly be impregnated by the random no name joe I was, just because, well, some random disembodied voice said so, end up dawning on me as actually, effing real, well, I tend to go Walt Whiltman, okay?

"Hmm." Detaching me from my thoughts like a passing hurricane, Becky pressed against me and I swear, I could feel her nipples.

Bullets, bud. Bullets.

Almost anyway. It was funny. While they weren't quite hard, they were squishily graspable. Particularly because they were squished up on me.

Her honey-dipped voice slithered through both ears, and I realized almost a breath too late she was continuing from where she had previously left off, "Well? What would you like to see first? Or," she mused, dragging out the pause for longer than I thought comfortable, "...maaaybe you just prefer some good 'ol-fashioned foreplay?"

Shakily, my attention was pulled from her pretty lips back to her gaze and out of my self-induced mental stew. I could see the eagerness in her eyes, mixed with a mindful allocation of me. Her hand went to my chest and stroked it affectionately as she leaned in and whispered with earnest, well-meaning sincerity, "Is this your first time, John?"

My cheeks reddened. "No," I said, honestly, eyes darting to a broken electric socket by the floor. "But the first, well, the first wasn't all that great. Or fulfilling, if you know what I mean. Wasn't really the doin' it part that was bad, just, we kinda got caught in the act; ALMOST got caught. Anyway, that's a heck of a story. Short of it is, she and I... we broke up soon after, but not on bad terms, really. Let's just say I didn't talk to her much after that."

Becky palpitated her chin in understanding. "I see."

Meanwhile, I metaphorically slapped myself and strung me up on a pail.

What was I saying? I essentially affirmed the fact that this was a sexual escapade by intent! And gotdamn, my dick was hard! Instinctively, my eyes surveyed my in res sister-in-law's body again, which was a bigger mistake than stopping at that vacation promo booth. 'Cause oh gotdamn, Becky was hot. Not the least of reasons being that she'd never bothered to try being hot in front of me ever before, or look at me with such smoldering, knee-weakening, lash-batting eyes. In this state, particularly the one I was in, everyone would be hot, probably. Even the tenant next door.

"John," Becky finally said, diving through my latent quandaries and beckoning me into a reality I was still too dumbstruck to accept, her smile once again returning upon my stare. She just looked at me, then leaned her face close, to the side of my cheek. Then, with her lips next to my ear, she half-effused, half-trembled, "Oh John. I just can't wait to have your baby." She paused for a quick giggle, squeezing my shoulders with her hands firmly. "Even if, ideally, and in my prayers every night until the results come up," her eyes gleamed like a malfunctioning Orin on Groundhog Day, "it would be... babies."

I coughed.

Well, Gods of Abstinence. I closed my eyes, then re-opened them, looking back at Rebecca soon-to-be Doe with a revitalized hunger rippling around each optical ring. I tried.

Dick unleashed, I grabbed the back of her head, hand burying into her hair, and our lips smacked against each other in a wet, surprised embrace. Our bodies dissolved. A tongue lashed out, and another roped around it; whose belonging to whom I'd remember if I wasn't giving anything besides the beelining trajectory my mind was at that moment affixed to, and wrapped in, much if any damn at all. Mouth fighting for air, my hand rested against Rebecca's hip and drifted down, feeling her pleasantly soft ass; a very proper handful palpated within my fingers. I groaned, wriggling my dick across her dress.

My mind was split. Making out had never felt so wrong, yet so fulfilling. Coupled with just how foreign the way Becky currently behaving was, somehow, it felt twice as arousing; the fact that she was eschewed simply at the prospects of my semen inside of her; the lust was a mixture of disbelief and the inability to refute what was in front of me.

She wasn't some kink-enthusiast or go-go girl. She was a family minded, pretty, female baker on the threshold of an exciting transition in her life, just a wedding vow away.

And now she was mine.

Pushing the woman into me, my hips thrust against her below her waist. The dick in my pants felt so good against the soft fitness of her flesh, even behind her dress. Breathing hard, I looked up at her, causing another loose strand to blow into her lashes. "Come on Becky, show me what you're made of." Unable to control myself, I slapped her ass firmly, rubbing it and feeling its double-layered shape flex under my venturing hand and moving up and down her slope. She sure didn't seem to mind. "Rip it. Rip off your dress and show me your tits and... and your pussy."

Becky breathed through her teethy smile and grabbed the lower part of it. "You asked for it." Surprisingly, she succeeded in tearing the material in two before slipping the top part over her head. I lowered my eyebrows. Hadn't expected that attempt. But the literal way in which she'd interpreted my words was quickly in the past as soon as her smooth, lovely body was in view, and I groaned, rubbing myself through my clothes. Her breasts were in a pink bra with a white stripe in the bottom, and her silky white panties hugged her hips with complimenting effectiveness. She had a nice figure, even with some thickness and a handle or two. That only reinforced the notion of me being on the verge of fucking this totally ordinary laywoman, a non-prostitute, non-hooker bride to be, elated to have my cum in her. Like it was life insurance -- which, to be fair, it kind of was, I guess.

"Hold on. It's super dark in here." Becky reached for the phone she had placed on a conveniently placed coffee table earlier. After she finished tinkering with it, a moderately bright stream of light illuminated the surroundings. The effect just painted her body in a softer, even more delectable texture. She set the phone against the broken lamp to face us. "Theere we go."

The young, fertile woman turned back to me, underwear and all, and situated herself before my wavering hands with an older sister-esque smile.

"Go on." Her encouragement was like a devil on my shoulder. A pretty, good-girl-turned-crazy, nice-smelling little devil. "Feel them up."

I realized she was talking about her breasts and spluttered choppy breaths. Here she was. Inviting my groping pinchers to interlope with her bosom bumpers, and not even feeling weird about it. No time like the present, I reasoned. My shaking hands reached out to feel her breasts and she smiled, lip bitten, at my touch. This world... I concluded, one squeeze after the other -- it was too unbelievable to be true.

"You like what you feel under there?" I felt her warm breath on me.

"Yes," I finally descended from my fugue state to say, shaking my head.

Becky laughed, then brought her hands to her back, unclasping her bra. I took in a blow to the lungs as I saw this woman voluntarily bare her naked breasts to me and only smile at my look of shock as she kept them there, my hand keeping her now discarded bra from falling. Just as swiftly, she moved an arm down to grab her panties and push them down her legs, removing it from her dangling foot. I tried to whistle, inject some rom-com into it; but it came out more like a broken accordion. Forget what I said, her body was a coil of pleasure and she kept herself in decent shape. With just a little more curves in just the right places. I instantly grabbed her hips, pushing up her obliques and coming back to her breasts for a squeeze as I felt her hand work my pants away and onto the floor. Her hands, warm and wrapped, grip my throbbing member.

"Your penis is so hard..." She squeezed, her fingertips touching around the circumference of my now air kissing cock. I would have said something like 'thanks miss obvious' but the sarcasm had been drained out of me.

The engaged woman began to stroke my dick from tip to base as she entered a monologue. "You know, I've only done it twice with Elias. Once was the night he proposed, on some couch I think I saw on a Craigslist ad once. The other was a few months after we first started dating in the backseat of his car. Gosh that was risky. I tried to talk him out of it but we were both kinda drunk that day." At this she looked at me with an acknowledging smile. "And since you're 21, along with your sister, now so can you two, big guy . Anyways," she continued, leaving me unsure if she meant the drinking or having sex in the backseat of a car or -- least of all -- both, and with his sister, "since I don't find the act of sex to be time efficient at the moment -- I mean, it's just... there's just a lot of work at the shop and sometimes catering requests takes me city to city and with logistics headaches on top of that; it's just a lot. So because of that I really have to push him off at times, because Elias, well, for him, even if we're trying to meet the same deadline, his 'train' can chug at the drop of a hat. And when he gets on that train it takes a boeing to whack him off. But..." Her eyes once again found me in their line of fire. "...after he finds out I had sex with you, his own beloved little brother, I'm sure he'll be overjoyed. It'll be as if I've been saving myself just for you. For you to do what I'd always refused to let him do to me -- like, sticking it in, sometimes even just making out -- after probably many frustrated nights of me turning him down... finally," she sighed, "finally, everyone will get what they want and that just makes me so happy."

I gulped.

Oh yes.

Yep.

REMEMBER that line! And that she was the one who said it! Not me!

After slicking up my cock, there was really no other room for delay. I had to do what I was now convinced I came here to do. With a heave and ho I picked Becky up and pushed her against a long-abandoned dresser up along the wall.

"Becky," I exhaled, looking her in the eye, "are you ready to feel my cock in you?"

She smiled, also somewhat out of breath. "Go on, John. Give me your best shot." She wrapped me in her arms, penis right in front of her vaginal opening, wriggling slightly. "Please. I can't wait to have all of your sperm traveling inside of me, lookin' for my eggs! Oh John... this is one of the best days of my life!"

I nodded. Roger that.

With a little unsteadiness, I took my dick and eventually managed to, delicately, push it through her pussy lips. I noticed she needed a slight trim down there. Her legs tightened around me as I could practically feel her anticipation through the air. And then, in. Then out. In, then out. Until it got faster and faster, and her wetness and the smack of our skin meeting with each thrust could not be denied -- this was sex. And this was real.

And this was with my brother's very own, uptight bride to be.

Plunging in, I didn't even catch the roar of laughter from the living room. Maybe it came from some old inside joke. Maybe from one of Dad's failed set-ups again. Maybe from one of Caitlin's stories. I didn't know. All I knew was the feeling of Becky's warm, somewhat tight uterus around my shoved in dick as she moaned in pleasure and hugged me like a sloth around a branch. A very, very passionate sloth. And a very exciting branch.

"Yes... yes... yes!" Smack! In. Plop! Out. And over again. She was nearly crying, it sounded like, one hand on my head as she nuzzled the side of my neck with the top of her nicely made up hair, moaning sweet somethings into my ear. "Fuck me, John, oh yes, fuck me and give me the blessing of your babies. Thank you heavens above! Yes, yes... yeee-eehh-heeess!"

"Yes, Becky," I grunted in pleasure. "Ughh yes, fuck yes! This is unbelievable, I can't believe I'm actually having sex with you but," I gulped, swallowed in another pulse of good feelings, "come on. Come on! That's right!"

"Oh John!"

"Oh Becky!"

"Oh John! Yes, John, yes, right there -- oh!"

"Fuck, fuck fuck fuuuck..!"

The next thing I knew, I felt it. It was fast. I was raging in lust. My climax was reaching. My dick crumbling with each increment closer to the tip. Becky gyrating her hips and swinging her feet in perfect, dogged rhythm. Bursting, bursting, and...

SPLACK!

"YES, John, oh, yes, that's it! That's it! Ohhhhh!" In the same time, it seemed the pleasure in knowing my sperm had just ejaculated in her pushed her past her own limit and her body tightened along with mine and I shouted back out in the heat of things.

"Rebecca, oh god, mmmmmoh!"

There it was.

That was it.

I just came into my prospected sister-in-law's pussy, where she herself said she'd hoped would turn into a nice little embryo in her womb one day. Somehow, she still didn't seem to be snapping out of it. Which meant...

Before I could complete the thought, and just as I was on my way down from the highest, albeit strangest peak of my life so far, the door to the old dusty "multi-purpose room" creaked open, like god rays through a cumulonimbus cloud, and a voice, definitely not either of ours, sliced right through the unreal moment to reach my ears like a stirring spoon rapped against a pot.

"Becky! There you ar--oh my!"

As history would recall, I went from human to walking glacier at that moment.

Crap! Ccrapcrapcrapcrap.

For a moment, I caught my breath and stopped to consider my situation.

Hips locked, her legs around me, hand gripping another woman's flesh, naked flesh, to be exact.

Yeah...

I guess you could say there was no weaseling out of this one. Gulping, I forceed myself to thaw and turn around -- along with Becky's still breathless face swiveling over my shoulder to see the sudden in-peeper as well -- armed with nothing but a stammering attempt at an explanation, probably... and ready to swear that I was not the one to **** her. The woman, that is, whose vagina was currently leaking a trail of clear semen that traveled down my cock, still lodged halfway up her very warm docking station.