The Talk

I couldn’t sleep well that night. I was in a mix of complete ecstasy and mortal dread. I had sex with my sister, and it was exhilarating! I had sex with my sister, and I’m a horrible human for doing so. You get the gist of it.

The next morning, I woke up to a wonderful smell coming from the kitchen. I threw on my bathrobe and walked out to the kitchen, where Tabby was just pulling a tray of cinnamon rolls from the oven. She was standing there with just a t-shirt on, the slight hint of her panties visible below the hem. As she put the tray down on the stovetop, she turned to see me standing by the counter. A smile instantly lit her face as she came over to me and wrapped her arms around me.

“Good morning, beautiful,” she said sweetly, planting her lips on mine for a slow, deep kiss. I could taste the frosting on her lips as we kissed, adding to the sweetness she already possessed. She broke the kiss and took my hand, leading me to the tray with the delicious-looking pastries. “I made breakfast for us. I hope you like cinnamon rolls.” She took a plate from the cabinet and lifted a spatula with one of the rolls towards it.

All the while, I was trying my best to **** a smile. I was still inwardly screaming at myself for everything that happened the night before. How could I have let things go that far? Why didn’t I stop her? Why didn’t I stop myself? Why did I have to -

“Bianca, are you ok?” Tabby waved her hand in front of my face, snapping me back to reality. She had a concerned look, wondering what had suddenly come over me.

“Sorry, Tabby. I was just lost in thought.” I tried to think of a more clever excuse or something to reassure her but damn my internal struggle, I couldn’t keep anything from her. “Tabby, can I be honest with you?”

She gave me a sympathetic smile and sighed. “Bee, you know you can tell me anything. Come on, let’s sit.”

She carried my plate and hers to the dining table, setting them next to each other. We sat down and she turned to me, taking my hands in hers. “Now, tell me what’s going on.”

I tried to think of the best way to start: how I was beating myself up over last night, how I was ashamed of myself for letting things go that far, how I was conflicted about how I should feel about everything. In the end, I couldn’t say anything to start, but it seemed I didn’t need to.

“It’s about last night, isn’t it?”

I looked at her, surprised she could read me so openly, but my surprise quickly turned into a frown as I just nodded, avoiding looking in her eyes out of shame.

She gave a small sigh and smiled at me. “Bianca, I understand. I was racking my brain all last night too. I was so worried we had made a mistake. I mean, you’re my sister, for crying out loud! But, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I didn’t care about the right or wrong of that. Yes, you’re my sister, but you’re also my best friend, the one person I can tell anything to without judgment. It only made sense that you’d be the first one I’d share all of myself with.”

I listened closely to her every word, waiting for the metaphoric shoe to drop. Sure, she sounded empathetic at the time, but I knew it was coming. It wasn’t until she gently placed her hand on my face to turn it toward hers that I could see her face. I saw no trace of regret, no sign of anger. I could only see love, her gentle smile full of compassion.

“I don’t regret last night at all, Bee,” she told me softly. “I’m glad it happened. More than anything, I’m glad it happened with you. I love you, and I’m sorry if I made you feel like you made a mistake. It’s not a mistake to me.” She brought my hand to her lips and gave it a gentle kiss. “You gave me something incredible last night, and I wouldn’t change anything about it. Do you hear me? Not a single thing.”

I could only stare at her, my mind trying to comprehend what she just said. After a few moments, I gave her a small smile, but it didn’t last long as I started to break down and cry. Despite her comforting words, I couldn’t bring myself to move on and accept one thing about what happened. She leaned over and wrapped her arms around me as I buried my head into her shoulder, sobbing.

“I – I’m sorry, Tabby. I can’t – I can’t -” I couldn’t even finish my thought, I was crying so hard.

“Oh, Bianca,” she said softly, placing her hands on my head and back, cradling me gently. “It’s going to be ok. I promise. Just take a deep breath and tell me what you’re thinking. I’m here. You won’t scare me away.”

I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down. Once I was sure I had myself under control, I lifted myself off her shoulder and cleared my eyes, wiping away the tears that still lingered. She waited patiently for me to speak, keeping a comforting hand on my arm the entire time.

“Tabby, I – I don’t want to regret last night either. I really – I mean, REALLY – enjoyed it. I just – I can’t believe it went as far as it did. I just – I just – Ugh, I can’t even say it. Ok.” I paused to close my eyes and take a deep breath. I opened my eyes again and continued as best I could. “I’m just afraid of what might happen now. I might have gotten you pregnant! I mean, I don’t know how all this works. A normal shemale is supposed to be infertile, but I’m not normal. I mean, what if I’m, like, hyper potent, like it’s a guarantee you’ll get pregnant? I don’t want to ruin anything with you because of that! I -”

Tabby brought her hand up to my mouth, making me stop talking mid-thought. I looked from her hand to her face, which hadn’t changed at all. She was still smiling her sweet, caring smile, looking at me with love and something else. Admiration, maybe?

“Bee, I thought about this too,” she started as she lowered her hand from my mouth. “It was our first time and it’s dangerous to… finish… how we did. I understand that. But let me say it again. I don’t regret ANYTHING from last night. That is included. I’m beyond happy we both could experience that together. As for getting pregnant, you don’t need to worry. I’ve been on the pill since I was 15. It’s not a guarantee, sure, but it’s a precaution. Don’t worry.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. I was glad one of us had been prepared for this. I guess that’s why she didn’t stop last night. The thought still nagged at me, but it wasn’t nearly as gut-wrenching as it had been.

“Still,” she continued. “Can I tell you a small secret?”

She already had my attention from her reassuring speech, so I nodded and listened eagerly.

“I’ve got to be honest with you. The idea of getting pregnant from you… well, it kind of turns me on. I don’t know why, but I… I’m getting really wet from the thought. And if it were to actually happen? Whew! I’d probably be jumping on you every chance I got!”

My jaw almost hit the floor with this confession. She… WANTED to get pregnant with me? I could feel my dick hardening quicker than ever at this thought. Did that mean that I actually wanted that, too? Did I want to get my sister pregnant?

Screw it, I thought. If she wants it, then I want it too.

Tabby gave a quick glance down to my lap, where my dick was poking out underneath my robe. She gave a small giggle and then looked back at me. “Looks like the idea turns you on, too. So tell me, Bee. Do you want breakfast?” She held up the plate with the still-warm cinnamon roll up to me. “Or…”

As she placed the plate down, she stood up from the table and turned my chair towards her. “Do you want to skip…” She slowly raised her shirt above her head, revealing her naked form underneath. She then slipped her panties down to the floor, stepping out of them as she straddled my lap. Her breasts hovered right in front of my face, her perky nipples begging me to kiss and suck on them. I looked up at her, a seductive look now crossing her face. “...Directly to dessert?”