Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Out Of Control:(Incest/Taboo)>Ep109

"I don't understand," Christine said. All she could hear was her heartbeat. The pulsing pounding of blood as it rushed through her system. She was overwhelmed by the sickly, antiseptic stench of the exam room. The too hot touch of Dr. Pulisic's hand on her knee. How could this have happened? How was any of this possible?

"Post-tubal ligation pregnancies are rare, but they do occur. And I know your oldest daughter is on the pill, but there's a reason we always say 99% effective. 1% may not seem like much, but in the context of billions of women, it's still common enough. I'm sorry. I don't know what else to say except that I know this must be very traumatic for you.

Christine thought about the jokes she used to share with James about his unusually potent, extremely persistent sperm. After all, they'd been safe in high school, too. And it had led to three children. So, Christine was almost too familiar with this talk from a doctor when it came to her husband's cum.

Except it wasn't her husband this time, was it?

"I don't want to presume anything," Dr. Pulisic said, "Evaluating the progression of th pregnancies, I can say that both were almost certainly conceived around when your family visited me the first time. Based on everything else you've told me, I have to assume these babies are unfortunate. On a number of levels."

Christine put her hands on her middle. On her womb. She knew what it was like to carry life within her. She'd done this three times already. And now that she knew what she was looking for, she swore she could feel it there. Which was ludicrous. At most it was a clump of cells, nothing more. Call it mother's intuition, a lifetime of experience, whatever. Christine knew what she was carrying. And she knew it wasn't her husband's. Fucking Austin. Apparently unusually potent, particularly persistent sperm ran in the family.

Christine felt the tears well up and she didn't bother to hold them back. She felt Dr. Pulisic hug her. How would she tell James? Oh fuck, how would she tell Lexi?! How was she going to tell anyone?

aren't so far along. You still have options." Christine stiffened. She slipped out of Dr. Pulisic's hug. Wiped the tears from her cheek and sniffled them back. This display wasn't doing anything. Wasn't helping at all. She slid off the exam table

that," she said, "We all

looked surprised, "Talk to your family. No

hands from the beginning. She had given the family the pills. She'd begged Austin to stick his cock inside her. She'd watched, silent, as James fucked Molly,

Would James have stopped if she'd been

had all come out. When the family admitted they'd stopped trying to stop boinking each other and was now only aiming to get in each other's pants? It had been Christine who'd come up with that ridiculous rule: no more secrets. She'd

actual, unavoidable consequences growing in their wombs, what could she do? There was no time machine. No undo button. This is what

fantasy: this would finally stop them. This outcome, this miserable inescapable result of their perverse natures, would finally

was a lie. They were in this now, forever. Tied to it, anchored. And like that metaphorical object, they would all sink, inexorably, to the bottom. Nor would drowning in this misery even grant them the peaceful reward of death. The Campbell family was going to have to live this life they'd created, breath by excruciating breath. There were no

She found the family in the waiting room. They smiled up at her warmly. Even Molly looked on her mom

back. James joined in, as well. The family SUV jaunted along past

place with a fair God who loved

good money. She lived in a big house in a good neighborhood. She built her body into a monument

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