But I’m really worried that if we don’t do something her grief might become permanent, you know? It was my release as I mimicked her as my orgasm pumped rope after rope of my semen, millions of my seed, all desperately trying to wash my sister’s womb, her egg, stopped only by the thinnest layer of latex. “Well, maybe that’s true, Tom, but even if guys are interested in me I’m not sure I’ll ever feel it again, you know?” A long pause and I could see she was struggling with the next sentence. Will one look give us away? It’s wonderful. But “will”? I was happy to comply with her request. She shifted a bit so that her head rested on my shoulder. All I knew was that everything I’d told her was true and that I just wanted to prove it with a kiss. We had a quick family dinner and then Lucy and I headed downstairs for quick showers and to dress for the mixer/party.
