Move to the Rhythm

There are hugs and laughs as the truth of Chloe's heritage is finally acknowledged. The family hold to each other, all of you feeling closer than ever. You and Chloe give each other a mildly chagrined glance, acknowledging the fact that playtime was almost certainly over. As you look around at the faces of these women you loved so dearly something stirs inside you. You watch Peg hug and grin proudly at her daughter and imagine the challenges and shared experiences the pair of them had gone through. You watch your mother, despite the worry and stress of the past weeks, beam so brightly as she looked around at her precious gathered children. To your eyes that unshakable virtuous mother's love was a holy thing. A bit of divinity here on Earth.

In this moment of family bliss...you find yourself becoming aroused. Very aroused. The nature of the arousal was feminine through and through. A pleasant warmth spreading out from your pussy and an unfamiliar...glow inside of your lower body. Your flesh tingled, your every nerve was alive to even the slightest sensation, and your nipples had stiffened. You could feel a flush come to your face and you had to open your mouth to take in more air.

Fresh budding feelings only awoken in you recently push their roots further in, penetrating your very core. Feelings of familial love and sexual desire grafted together and growing into one unified essence.

This was something else, something new, something pure yet primitive. Horny did not even come close to describing it. This was levels above that merely physical feeling. It wasn't only that you wanted to fuck, or more precisely get fucked, it is that you wanted to fuck with a purpose. The ultimate purpose. You wanted...needed...to breed. In this moment your desire for Fiona took on a whole new dimension. Peggy's logical arguments fade into nothingness as your base instincts make higher reason their bitch.

As the group splits from the big shared hug you find yourself in Fiona's strong arms. You smile and let out a long happy breath as you slide your arms around her hourglass shape. She kisses you and in a flash you are reminded of Fiona's plans for you that night and your legs go weak beneath you. She is there to hold you up. With chin slightly down you gaze up at her with a scorching set of 'fuck me' eyes that could have melted iron.

For just a second you see your big sister stunned by the intensity of your raunchy gaze before an equally desirous smile curls her ruby lips. The others were still chattering among themselves and were oblivious to the moment you and Fiona were having. Equally you were all but blind and deaf to their actions as your entire focus anchors on the Goddess before you.

Your parted panting lips are quiet but your eyes scream out to her. 'Make love to me my Goddess!'

Fiona's gorgeous face subtly flares with erotic hunger. She got your message loud and clear.

Leaning down she scoops you up off your feet and holds you like a child. You look up at her and put your arms around her neck. You could feel the tight muscles move under her soft flesh as she held you as easily as she might a pillow.

The others fall quiet at the sudden unexpected action.

"Fiona, what are you doing? Put him down." Your mother protests.

Fiona's eyes however were locked on yours. The pair of you were in a world all your own. Your love was a **** that could not be denied.

"Fiona, did you not hear a thing we told you?" You mom was despondent. "Fiona, Jesse, why can't you understand!?"

Fiona kisses you tenderly. "What about it my Prince? Do we follow their path or do we make our own?"

You are lost in her gaze. With a hushed whisper you reply. "I follow my Goddess, wherever she leads."

"You heard them. I'm no good for you brother. I might lead you into hell itself."

"Better your **** in hell than a master of heaven."

"I love you ****."

"I love you Mistress."

"Fiona, Jesse...! We aren't done talking about this!" Your mother says in exasperation.

You and Fiona were done talking tonight whether she liked it or not. Your mother and aunt's big revelation had changed exactly nothing between you and your big sister. Their Hail Mary had fallen far short. In fact, somehow, by the admission of your Cousin's true parentage it strangely made everything easier. Not only did history rhyme it also had a rhythm. You and Fiona being together felt right, as if you were moving in time to the music of the universe.

Fiona's beautiful smile grows, yours does as well. The charge growing between you threatened to consume you both. A sexual energy crackled around you like an exposed high voltage wire.

"Ohhhhh shit! Jesse's gettin turned out tonight!" Chloe says excitedly.

"No he is not!" Your mother replies. "At least not by Fiona. Fiona, put him down! Didn't you listen? Everything we said in the yard... Why aren't you listening?"

You were already on the move. Your naked body held tight in your Mistress' embrace she walks toward the stairs.

Your mother moves to block you but Elsie intercepts her. "Leave them be. This is their night."

"But...!"

Even Peggy seems resigned to what was happening right now. "Let them have tonight Helen. We'll talk to them when they aren't so...distracted. We can't stop them anyway." Peg then says to the group. "Why don't we head over to my place?"

"Cool! A sleepover!" Chloe chirps.

More is said between them but it fades to irrelevance. At this point you were being carried by the woman you loved up the stairs and toward your new shared bedroom.