My sister’s baby

Incest isn’t something new for my sister and I. We lost our
virginity together many dates back, when I was a smooth-cheeked boy
in puberty. It was to be another year before sister Kathy began
having her monthlies.

We didn’t use or really know about birth control but three years
later, when Kathy was fifteen, I got her pregnant. It didn’t take,
though, and she miscarried.

After that experience, Dad got me started using condoms, and we
fucked real steady through high school and our teens. After high
school, I got a job in another town, but we got together lots of
weekends for some fine fucks.

Eighteen months ago, Kathy started bugging me to fuck her without a
condom on my penis. Kathy said she wanted to go away with me for a
weekend, pretending we were just married and, like a lot of brides,
she would get pregnant. She said she wanted to know the reality of
becoming pregnant, experience the morning sickness, and then, at the
last minute, get an abortion.

The idea sounded great, sort of like having your candy and eating it
too.