He doesn’t want to get me pregnant

Kyle is going to give in to me. I know it. I just know he will. Is dick feels so hot against my pussy. He must be dying with desire to just slide it right into me.

“We’re cousins, Athena.” Kyle tells me. “What you’re suggesting is ****!”

“That doesn’t matter to me.” I say lovingly. “I care about you, Kyle. I love you.”

I keep on sliding my pussy along Kyle’s dick. I hope that every stroke pushes his love for me closer to having the strength to accept his love for me.

“No Athena. If we do this, I could get you pregnant. We … can’t.”

Kyle? Don’t you want to have babies with me? Don’t you want me to be the mother of your children? Well … I have my ways.

As I think about methods of tricking Kyle to ‘accidentally’ cum inside me, I start giggling. Then I say, “That is what you’re so worried about? If you don’t want that, you can always pull out, right.”

“No.” Kyle protests. “Even precum can have sperm in it. We simply can’t fuck.”

Alright, well I have other methods of getting my harvest from him.

“Not without a condom, you mean.” I reply.

When Kyle hears those words, his eyes flash open in surprise. Did he really forget about condoms?

Kyle then looks me in the eyes and asks, “Do you have a condom?”

“No, sorry. I had no idea what size you are.” I apologize.

Kyle leans his head back against the sofa and sighs.

Looks like sex with Kyle right now is still too much. But maybe after a few hand jobs and blowjobs I could convince him to go further.

“But we can keep going like this.” I suggest. “Just me humping your dick without taking you inside. Or I can get off and give you a blowjob. Or if you really want to fuck, we can always do anal. Anything you choose.”