Scout the situation

Still thinking about how to get your gwen deposited in your mothers womb, you slowly and quietly start walking from your parents room. The first thing to do is to see what exactly has taken your parents so long to return, you would have to be careful though. If you ended up getting fucked again, gwen would find your womb all too willing to accept her.

As quietly as possible, you sneak downstairs and peer into the living room. It's empty but you can hear groans coming from the kitchen. Moving as silently as possible you see your mother on the counter legs spread getting pounded by your father. Freezing in place you watch the scene in front of you, hope running through you. Maybe you were going to get lucky and your mother was going to again give birth to gwen. The plan B in their bathroom suggested she wasn't on birth control...

Your fathers pace grew faster and your mothers moans louder until you could visibly see her tense as she orgasmed. You could see your father still thrusting approaching his own orgasm. A wild sense of hope rising in you as you watched. Knowing that if he pumped his load inside her there was a good chance she would be giving birth to gwen and not you, however, before your father could finish your mother stopped him.

“Stop. Save it for our new daughters fertile womb.” Beneath her your father groaned as your mother smirked at him and began to push him away.

Mind racing the hope you felt earlier turned to frustration. You were so close to having the problem solved. If he just shot his load you wouldn't be stuck bearing twins.