“Big brother, you have outdone yourself. This is the most romantic scene that I have ever seen.” Her voice trailed off. “Wait a minute, are you thinking that we are going to…,” she paused.
“No, ma’am,” I responded. “I just thought you might like a little romance when we conceive a child. You have the sample cup, right?” She nodded. “Okay, I am going to… ‘produce’ the specimen in the adjoining bathroom. Then, I will hand it off to you. You can then… ‘do the business’.”
“Wow,” she exclaimed. “You just killed any mood that you might have wanted to occur.” Reaching into her bag, she brought out the specimen vial that came with the online kit. “Go do your best, Mr. Mood Killer.” She pointed to the bathroom.
Once inside, I had a selected set of images on my iPad, ones that I had chosen for a particular reason. Although the scene was far from erotic, I found myself strangely aroused at the thought of impregnating Robin. Within minutes, I had cum into the vial.
I pulled myself together and approached the door. “Ready?” I asked. “Come on in, my personal stud,” she responded.
As I expected, Robin was sitting on the bed dressed in a simple hospital gown. In her hand she held a syringe attached to a thin tube.
“That’s it? What do I call it? Brother-in-Law?” I remarked.
“Shut up, give me the sample, and leave the room. Perverted idiots are not allowed.” Laughing as I handed her the plastic vial, I turned and left the room, closing the door behind me.
I started to turn on the NFL game that I knew was playing if nothing else to kill the time and the tension. But I chose not to. A smart move on my part since I would not have heard her crying.
I walked briskly to the door. “Robin, are you alright?”
A soft voice choked with emotion responded, “yes, it’s just that I can’t do it.”
“What do you mean, Robin?” I asked.
“I can’t seem to make this work. I can’t even get pregnant even artificially.” I heard her begin to cry in earnest.
Without asking, I opened the door. There on the bed I saw Robin in a sitting position with the syringe in one hand and her face in the other. Her shoulders shook as she continued to sob.
Sitting at the edge of the bed, I began to stroke her hair and kiss her face. “What happened?” I inquired.
“I tried to inject the sample into me, but I couldn’t get it in at first, then dropped the syringe, then I accidentally squeezed the syringe, and now it’s all over my leg.” She pointed to my sperm rested on her thigh. “I can’t get a man or even a syringe to have sex with me.” And with that statement, Robin began to sob uncontrollably. It was readily apparent that having a child was all that would cure her.
Taking her into my arms, I began to kiss her all over her face. As I did, she began to quiet her sobbing. I stood Robin up and pulled down the sheets. As we looked into each other’s eyes, I reached behind her neck and pulled the drawstring that held up her gown. As it began to fall, she gasped. I placed my hands around her waist and pulled her close.
“What are you doing, Steve?” she said in a soft voice that was neither accusatory nor afraid.
With our lips inches apart, I said, “I am going to give you what you want. I am going to give you a baby.”
Softly, she said, “it’s one thing to give me your sperm, but do you really want to have sex with me?” Her voice conveyed no reluctance on her part. The question was clearly asking for my approval.
“Robin, I have always loved you. Yes, as a sister but also as a friend, a soulmate. I would do anything for you.” And with that, I kissed her fully on her lips.
At first, she did not respond, then her arms reached around my neck and pulled me close. Our tongues began to dance within each other’s mouths, as we began to explore each other’s bodies. As I pulled her into my bed, I took in the sight of my naked sister and was rewarded with the most gorgeous bodies of any woman that I had known. Her figure was Rubenesque, with her breasts, hips, and thighs perfectly proportioned. Pink areolas surrounded her erect nipples, which were attached to her slightly large breasts. Her red bush was starkly contrasting to her pale, milky-white skin.
Facing one another, we continued to kiss, and I began to gently knead her breasts, which in turn caused her to moan softly. I dropped my head and began to suckle on her nipples, first one and then the other.
I was an experienced player in the sexual arena, and I was determined to give my best to Robin. As she began to respond to my touch, I reached down with my right hand and began to explore her pussy. Gently, I found her clitoris and began to tease it. Robin readily responded, arching her back and moaning. After a few minutes, I placed my finger at the opening of her pussy. Discovering that she was wet, I slowly pressed my finger into her vagina. In and out, I worked my finger to the first knuckle when I encountered an obstacle. “Of course, Robin is a virgin!” I suddenly realized. Until now, it never occurred to me.
Robin was not idle during this time. Reaching down to my pajamas, she slid her hand inside and began to stroke my cock slowly, gently. I didn’t need much encouragement as I was fully hard already. She continued to stroke my cock but lost her grip as I began to move down to her stomach, kissing her torso as I went. Hovering over her pussy, I stopped. In a moment, I had my pajamas off.
Looking down at Robin, I drank in the sight before me. Her red bush sparsely covered her mound, the outline of her slightly parted lips clearly visible. She spread her legs before me as I lowered my head and began to lick the folds of her pussy and her clit. She began to respond by placing her hand on my head and stroking my hair. With her other hand, she began to pinch her own nipples as I continued to lap at her pussy.
Soon, I could sense her coming orgasm. She began to moan louder and louder.
“Steve, oh Steve, what are you doing to me? Please don’t stop,” she moaned as she began to squeeze my head with her ample thighs. With a scream that she stifled with her hand, she came over and over.
I raised myself to my knees and looked down at Robin. She lay in front of me, her legs spread with her feet drawn close to the bottom of her thighs. Her pussy was open wide for me to enjoy, the soft, moist folds of her pussy barely covered by her red pubic hair. As she continued to breathe in and out, she rested her arm over her forehead and looked dreamily into my eyes.
Lying down beside her, I leaned myself upon my left elbow and placed my right hand on her breast. Staring at each other in silence for a few minutes, we said more in that time to one another than we could have in spoken words.
“Are you ready to make a baby, my love?” I quietly inquired. She nodded and smiled.
Supporting my weight with my elbows and legs, I positioned myself over Robin and placed my cock at the opening of her pussy. She responded by wrapping her legs around my waist. As I looked into her eyes, I began to push forward in the wetness of her pussy. Slowly, I worked my cock into Robin. Nudging her hymen with the tip of my cock, I slid the head in and out, carefully avoiding pushing too far. I could feel my own excitement begin to build but I fought back the urge with all my might.