Pump her for information

You really do need to figure out what sort of world you created. Having pumped your sister for pleasure, you now pump her for information as you lie together in bed and casually caress her curves.

"Aren't you happy with Bill?" You ask.

She sighs.

"I was...before..." she gestures emphatically at her pregnant belly.

"You don't like being pregnant?" you ask.

"Oh gosh no! I LOVE being pregnant!" She exclaims. "My orgasms are are different, but they're so intense! And so easy! I mean, you saw how fucking horny I was just now. It's such a blessing! I don't know why Bill can't see that!"

"Wait...Bill doesn't like that you're horny when you're pregnant?" You ask, dumbfounded.

Janalee lets out an explosive blast of marital frustration through her nose.

"He hasn't fucked me since last week!" She complained. "Mom is right. Male converts come to Deseret thinking they have what it takes to satisfy a Mormon girl, but in their hearts, they're scared of us. It takes good pioneer stock to keep up with a Mormon girl's libido!"

She strokes your dick affectionately.

"A good pioneer stalk!" She says, then giggles.

"I'm so sorry, Janalee!" You say, genuinely sorry. "Bill always seems really affectionate."

At least he had before you started rewriting the universe.

Janalee sighs.

"He was before I got pregnant," she said. "But, of course, I had to stop drinking once I was knocked up. The Prophet says a woman shouldn't get blessed with **** during pregnancy."

You quietly sigh in relief that you haven't accidentally condemned your culture to massive birth defects.

"I should have noticed that he always got me blessed out of my fucking mind before screwing me," Janalee said, shaking her head. "I mean, I like it, of course. I was thoroughly blessed the first time you and I fucked, I'm sure you remember! But looking back, I think Bill thought he was getting away with something. That he was getting me drunk so I would fuck him. I mean, fetch! I'm a Mormon girl! I was totally going to fuck him no matter what! I mean, don't they have to read the scriptures before the missionaries baptize them? We're Mormons! We fuck!"

"I...I would think that was obvious," you say as your dick stirs at your sister's explaination about what Mormon girls are like, thanks to your meddling.

"You know, during the War of Independence, some of the US regiments were holding out and wouldn't mutiny, no matter what The Relief Society tried," Janalee said. "Then Eliza Snow came up with an idea. She sent a bunch of sisters wearing nothing but sunbonnets outside of the soldiers' camp along with a wagonload of whiskey from Brigham Young's distillery and they proceeded to get so blessed that they all passed out! Well, the soldiers thought it was a trick or something and their captain sent six men out to see if they were really wasted. Of course, the soldiers got a little, um, enthusiastic about checking for responsiveness and the captain called them back, but they ignored him. And then other soldiers volunteered to go get the first soldiers and the next thing anyone knew, someone stabbed the captain in the back and they all came over to our side and converted!"

"Wait...when was this?" You ask.

"1858," she says, looking at you like you asked if the sky was up or down. "The War of Independence? Buchanan's Blunder? The fuck heard round the world?"

"Oh, yeah, right," you say.

"But you know, about a quarter of the soldiers in that troop committed apostasy," Janalee continued. "They were down to clown when they thought they were getting away with **** drunk girls, but when they had to face our genuine righteous lust, they got scared and ran away! I think Bill's like that, maybe."

She sighs. Then brightens.

"But luckily, Heavenly Father blessed me with a big little brother!" She says, noticing that your cock is not nearly as bewildered by all this as your brain.