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?

involved with carrying your son's child to term," Dr. Pulisic said, "If your daughter is pregnant by her father, by her brother? You 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

about that," she said, "We all need

said, but he looked surprised, "Talk to your family. No one will blame you for

to stick his cock inside her. She'd watched, silent, as James fucked Molly, as well. Hell, even Austin and Lexi -- the two siblings had been completely responsible

them to this doctor, who of course had done nothing. Christine had kept fucking her son, her daughter. Would James have stopped if she'd been able to

when it 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 seen it as a stopgap in the moment. A

unavoidable consequences growing in their wombs, what

a moment, Christine entertained the fantasy: this would finally stop them. This outcome, this miserable inescapable result of their perverse natures, would finally be the end

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

waiting room. They smiled up at her warmly. Even Molly looked

kids were singing some pop tune in the back. James joined in, as well. The family SUV jaunted along past palatial homes and perfectly manicured lawns. The safe haven of suburbia

fair God who loved her. Not because she was one of

neighborhood. She built her body into

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