Luke and Liz pt8

I was able to pick up some condoms at the next rest stop, but the crisis had passed, so to speak. We still did it occasionally, but the fire was gone. It was little more than a distraction for me, something to take my mind off of my constant worry. I wasn’t really much fun to be around, withdrawn and absorbed in my own guilty thoughts.

Luke was acting differently too, giving me some space. He had picked up that something was wrong. I think he could sense that something had changed inside me. I definitely wasn’t the same person I had been when the trip started. I’d met my vacation goals, I guess.

Early one morning, as we drove down the interstate for home, I felt nauseous. I made my dad pull over, and stumbled out of the car to throw up. It was foggy and damp out, and the sun hadn’t quite risen yet.

I felt even worse as I returned to the vehicle. My stomach was churning with fear and concern. I tried to tell myself it didn’t mean anything. It could have been carsickness! But somehow I knew it wasn’t.

………….

I wasn’t happy to be home. A part of me had hoped that somehow, by some miracle, what happened in Vegas would stay in Vegas. But all my problems had followed me home. A few days after settling back into my daily routine, I missed my period.

Luke and I weren’t having sex anymore. I was getting more and more gloomy, and there was sort of the mutual, unspoken understanding what we’d gotten up to was vacation stuff, unsuited for the real world.

By the time I got around to procuring a pregnancy test, it was essentially a symbolic gesture. I knew. I was already trying to think of how to tell my parents their daughter was knocked up.

I took the test at home, then found my mom right after. She might understand better than my dad.

She was loading the dishwasher in the kitchen.

“Hey mom, can I talk to you?” I asked her.

“Absolutely, Liz.” she said, putting down a glass and turning to look at me. “Is something bothering you, sweetheart? You seem so distant lately-”

Her eyes fell on the test in my hand. Her jaw dropped. A look of instant understanding crossed her face. I wouldn’t have to say it out loud. “…Liz.” She said.

“I’m sorry.”

………….

She waited for my dad to get home from work before telling him.

I couldn’t tell them the whole truth. I told them some bogus story about meeting a guy at one of the hotels and sleeping with him.

They weren’t mad. Just capital-D Disappointed. I lost 100 good daughter points with them that day. ‘We’re not upset… we just thought you knew BETTER than this.’ That sort of thing. All in this quiet, sad tone.

I did a ton of crying. I didn’t want any of this to happen, I made a huge mistake. I told them that, too. They comforted me but they didn’t really know what to say, or how to react to this news, as parents.

My mom kept telling me I wasn’t in trouble, and that this meeting was just to figure out What to Do, which meant they were waiting for me to bring up the subject of whether I wanted to keep it.

It didn’t happen. I mean, I knew what I had to do, but I could only face one thing at a time. It was just way too much drama for one night.

The conference ended around 2 am. I went upstairs to my room, emotionally drained and ready to just completely pass out in my bed.

As I walked upstairs, I heard Luke’s bedroom door click shut. He’d been listening to the whole conversation.

I followed him in there. He was standing by his bed, trying to look casual. “How much did you hear?” I asked him.

“Uh, um.” he said. “How much of what?”

“I know you were listening.” I told him, pointing at him. “What did you hear?”

“That mom and dad aren’t mad at you.” he said. “I didn’t hear what they’re not mad at you about, though.”

Good. I was about to turn and leave, when he spoke up. “Wait, Liz.” he said. I looked at him. “Is it about… what we did?”

“No.” I said. But as I looked at him, I realized I needed to tell him sooner or later. “Well, not really. Sit down.”

“What?”

I pointed at his bed. “Sit down, I want to talk to you.” I said. He sat down on the edge of the bed, and I sat down next to him.

The boy looked nervous. I was glad I wasn’t the only one. I had no idea where to start. I couldn’t explain this to him the same way I had my parents.

“Luke, do you know how babies are made?” I finally asked him.

He looked surprised, then considered it. “I guess I never really thought about it.”

“Okay, well, you need a boy and girl.” I said. “The boy puts his dick into the girl’s hole, and then shoots his white stuff in there. Then if you’re lucky, the white stuff grows into a baby, inside the girl.”

“Oh!” he said.

“Yeah.” I told him. “That’s what mom and dad did to have us.”

“Okay.” he said. “And that obviously sounds a lot like what you and me did…”

“Yeah…” I said.

I let it hang for a minute. He seemed to be resisting the logical conclusion. I put a hand on my midriff before hammering the point home. “You put a baby in me, Luke. I’m pregnant.”

He shook his head. “Wow.” He looked at the hand for a while. “So wait, let me get this straight. You have a kid inside you, and you’re the mom and I’m the dad?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Wow.” the boy said. He turned this over in his head for a moment. “That’s bad, huh?”

“Yeah. It’s bad. That’s what me and mom and dad were talking about.”

“Are we in trouble?”

“You aren’t. I didn’t tell them you did it.”

“Wow, thanks! You’re the best sister!”

I frowned. “I wasn’t helping you. I would have gotten in even more trouble if they knew you were the dad.”

He was silent for a moment. He knew this was a serious situation. “Why is it such a big deal that I got you pregnant?”

The question sort of bowled me over. My first reaction was to be insulted. This kid knocked me up and now he didn’t even care. But, well, he was a kid. He just genuinely didn’t know why molesting, then impregnating your sister was a reason for concern, and wanted me to explain it to him. I took a second to collect my thoughts and answer calmly.

“Luke. Okay. For one thing, I’m sixteen. That is way too young for a girl to be getting pregnant. And you’re 8. 16 year olds aren’t supposed to be having sex with 8 year olds. Finally, you’re my brother. Siblings aren’t supposed to be doing that no matter how old they are.”

He thought this over for a second, then frowned. “So wait, sis.” he said. “Did you KNOW this was going to happen?”

I felt a pang of guilt. “I… I knew it might.”

“Why didn’t you tell me to stop, if you knew how wrong it was?” he asked.

I felt indignant. “I tried, you jerk!” I replied angrily. “I told you to stop a million times, but you just kept going!”

I thought about this answer, and guiltiness overtook me. “Well… at first I told you to stop. But eventually I didn’t care.”

I thought about taking his hand. I didn’t. “I don’t know, Luke. I guess I just… liked how it felt. It was fun and I didn’t think about the consequences.”

He nodded, looking a little defeated. “I did too.”

We sat for a while, on the edge of his bed. There wasn’t anything else for us to say really. After a while, I stood up.

As I headed for the door, his voice hit my back. “How long?”

“Huh?” I asked, looking over my shoulder.

“Until the baby’s done growing and comes out?”

I winced at a fresh wave of guilt. I didn’t want to explain to this kid what an abortion was, seconds after explaining the miracle of life.

I threw out something vague. “It varies.”

With that, I went to my room and got into bed.

…………..

School started the next week. It was absolutely horrible.

Looking around at my peers made me sick with shame. My parents knew what I’d done, now, and pretty soon everyone would know. My parents weren’t gonna spread any rumors about me, but things get out, and before long I’d be showing a bump either way.

Everyone would look at me differently. They’d all know I was a slut… and they wouldn’t even know the half of it. My few friends noticed I was glummer than usual, but I didn’t tell them anything.

A few weeks of misery passed. One night after school, my mom asked me to help her out in the kitchen. I had been sort of keeping to myself, and I knew she was planning to use this as a chance to talk to me. I agreed anyway.

“Haven’t seen much of you lately, sweetheart.” she told me as we chopped vegetables. “Things don’t have to be weird between us because of this, you know. I miss my cute Lizzie.”

I smiled. “I know, mom. Sorry. I’ve just been… thinking a lot, I guess.”

“Feeling okay?” she asked. “Nausea? Any weird problems? I had a headache every day I was pregnant with your brother.”

“You should have taken the hint.” I said.

My mom laughed. “Oh, shhh. You be nice to him. How many weeks along are you?”

“Fourteen.” I said. I paused, then smiled. “I realize I’m running out of time, you don’t need to be subtle.”

My mom relaxed a bit. “So you aren’t keeping it.” She tried not to look too relieved.

I shook my head in confirmation. “I sort of don’t want to think about it.” I said. “But I guess the deadline is creeping up on me.”

“I understand.” said my mom. “It’s a really big decision, dear. You still have plenty of time.”

“No, I’ve decided and I want to get it over with.” I said. ”Just… give me a day, okay?”

My mom hugged me.

Even though I’d made my decision, I figured it was only right to let the father have a say.

…………

My parents went out that night, leaving Luke and I home alone.

We had sort of been avoiding each other. As I knocked on his bedroom door, I realized it had been a couple weeks since we’d even spoken.

“Come in!” he called.

I swung the door open. He looked up from floor, where he was working on some legos. “Oh, hey sis.”

“Hey.” I said. I joined him on the floor and grabbed some pieces. “Can we talk?”

“Sure.”

We put together pieces in silence for a while. I really didn’t want to have this talk, but it had to be done. I was making some kind of shitty racecar with cowboy wagon wheels.

“So, how’s the baby?” asked Luke conversationally.

“I don’t really know.” I said. “Good, I guess. I mean, everything FEELS good, you know?”

“I guess.”

“Mom and dad don’t suspect me, do they?”

“No way. They’d never even think such a thing.” I said.

We were quiet a bit longer, before I decided to throw subtlety out the window. “Hey, Luke?”

“Mmhmm?”

“There’s a way I can get rid of the baby.” I said.

Luke paused, and looked at me.

“I won’t have to have it.” I continued. “We can all just go about our lives like this never happened.”

“Yeah? Are you gonna do it?” he asked.

“Well…” I said. “I’m pretty sure I am, yeah. But I wanted to see if- I wanted to get your opinion.”

“Why would you need that?” he asked. “It’s your baby.”

I swallowed, then shook my head. “It’s… OUR baby, Luke.” I said. “You’re its father. I want you to have a voice on this.”

He looked thoughtful. “What are you making?”

“An 1800s dragster.” I said.

“It would be bad if you had it, wouldn’t it?” he asked.

I didn’t answer for a moment. “Yeah. I mean, it would be hard. Me, mom and dad would have to take care of it. I’d have to rethink my whole future. School would be hard.”

I absently snapped a few more pieces on. “That’s not to say there wouldn’t be good times, but… I’m not ready to be a mom, Luke. No 16 year old is.”

“I’d help.” he said. “I mean, it wouldn’t have to be just you and mom and dad. If you did have the baby, I’d help.”

I sighed. “Luke…”

“No, I get it, I’m not trying to say you shouldn’t go for it.” he said. “I’m just saying I’d be happy to help if you kept it.”

I stopped and looked at him. “And you want me to keep it.”

“No!” he said suddenly. He blushed, then looked down. It seemed like a very cute motion to me. “Well, I… I guess I liked the idea of being a dad…”

I smiled. “Well, that’s understandable…”

Luke slid his hand into mine and squeezed. “…and you being the mom…”

I felt my face go red. My heart pounded. I didn’t squeeze his hand back, but I didn’t pull away either. I felt a thrill sweep through me. I realized we hadn’t touched since the trip. I’d forgotten how warm and happy it made me feel to have his skin on mine. In a second, I remembered all the times we’d touched, all the things we’d done.

“What are YOU making?” I asked him.

“Oh, uh, it’s a tower.” said Luke. “This is going to be a whole castle.”

“I thought it was some kind of cannon.”

“Whoa, you’re right! Let me find some wheels for it-” said Luke. He started to let go of me to go lego rummaging, but I clamped my hand tight around him.

“Do you really want me to keep it?” I asked him. My voice was almost a whisper.

“Yeah.”

“Then I will.”

He looked shocked. “Wait, seriously?! Hold on, didn’t you say-”

“I don’t care if it’s gonna be hard.” I interrupted. “You and I made this baby. You gave this to me, and made me feel better than I’ve ever felt while doing so. I don’t want to forget what we shared. I want your baby to remind me.”

He looked astonished. “Sis.” he said, lost for words.

I set aside the car I was working on. “You know, mom and dad won’t be home for another couple hours…” I moved over to the bed and sat down on it. “What do you say? One last time?”

Luke said nothing for a moment, but then he gave me the wordless reply of walking over.

I undressed and laid down. The bed was so childish. Star Wars patterns decorated the blanket beneath me, and I was too tall to really fit on it, so my spread legs dangled over the footboard.

Luke had removed his clothes as well. We looked at each other awkwardly, or rather, tried not to. This was the first time we’d been fully unclothed in the other’s presence.

He was stiffening rapidly. It was a strange thing, watching his cock get hard, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from it. Seeing it elongate and thicken, in anticipation of being slid inside me, filled me with suspense and deepened my hunger.

Embarrassed, and eager to get the ‘uncomfortable stare’ stage over with, he put a knee on the bed next to me. He poked his hard cock into the side of my right breast.

“Ah!” I moaned.

He rubbed it there, slowly and surely, the purple head occasionally rolling against my hard nipple. He was leaking a lot of precum, much more than he had on the trip… his body was getting used to this. Pretty soon, both his tool and my boob were very slick.

I was taken aback by how fast I was getting turned on by this. I already felt close to orgasm! That was strange, wasn’t it? What was different this time?

“Wanna try… putting it in between?” I asked breathily.

“In between?” he asked, confused. Then, he got it. “Oh, oh. Okay.”

He repositioned himself, straddling my lower ribs. He fed his dick in the slot between my breasts, then I used my hands to push them tight around him. I wished I had bigger ones… but they were enough to please a boy-sized schlong, judging from his gasp of pleasure.

“How- mmmmm, does it feel?” I asked. It definitely felt good on my end.

“R… Really good.” he said. “Really soft, really warm…”

“Go ahead and, nnn, move.” I told him.

He did so. I closed my eyes and moaned. The feeling was indescribable. Repeatedly, he used his organ to carve a path through my soft breast meat.

I did not think this would feel so good. My breasts felt extremely sensitive. This didn’t feel like skin-contact at all, it was almost like sex! My orgasm was building unnaturally fast. I sandwiched him tighter, and he quickened his pace in response. The ecstasy I felt was very audible, groaning and shouting dizzy encouragements to my partner.

“Yes, keep going! Keep going! Keep fucking them! Fuck your big sister’s tits! Ah! Ahhh! Ahh!” I moaned.

“Sis…Liz…” he gasped, pumping harder.

I reached my limit. “Aaah! AAAAAAHHHHHH!” I screamed. I let go of my boobs, going limp in every muscle of my body as the sweet release of climax hit me.

“Already?” I heard Luke ask. “Just from that?”

I refocused my blurry eyes and looked up at his face. “I dunno. It just felt really good.” True though that was, my pussy was wracked with craving. I was ready to move on to the main event. “Do you want to keep doing this, or-”

I had my answer when he began to move down my body. Oh boy! As he did, he did something that shocked me. He leaned his head down and pressed his lips to mine.

My eyes widened in surprise, but then closed. His lips felt so soft… It occurred to me that this was my first kiss.

I parted my lips slightly, and he did the same. Suddenly, I felt so close to him. I tried to slip him the tongue, but he ended the kiss quickly and continued his migration south. His warmth lingered lazily on my lips long after the separation. I felt like he’d just put me under a spell.

He was between my legs, now. He leveled the head of his dick at my entrance. “No condom?” he asked.

“It wouldn’t do much good now.” I replied. But my tone was serene, rather than snarky. Saying these words made me feel… content. Fulfilled.

Luke pushed his hips forward. Bit by bit, he sank into my juicy fuck hole, but it was quite a process. I was still so, so tight on him. Wasn’t this supposed to get easier? It was like my pussy was hugging him tightly, happy to see him after such a long time apart.

He pushed and pushed, stretching and forcing his way into me. The pleasure I felt was incredible, so intense.

By the time he had fully sheathed himself in my chute, I was cumming again. A savage scream arched my back on its way out of me. I grabbed a fistful of Death Star as my hands involuntarily clenched the bedspread. Something was definitely different this time!

Steadily, he began to thrust. He moved slowly at first, but as he picked up a rhythm and my vaginal muscles gave him a few molecules of breathing room, he began to go faster.

I shrieked with pleasure. His dick, the dick that had fertilized my ripe teen body, was driving me wild as it repeatedly impaled me. How had I gone so long without this? It was amazing. This feeling was what I was made for, I was sure of that. Absorbing this pleasure, savoring this sex…

“Oh, so good Luke! So good!” I moaned. “Fuck me! Fuck me! My pussy loves you, keep fucking it! Aaah!”

As I neared my third orgasm, I realized what was different. It was because I was pregnant. Or rather, that I was pregnant, and this boy was the father. My body was responding to its partner, the man who had selected me to give his child to.

“Fuck me harder, Luke…” I added. “Fuck the sister you knocked up… Fuck your MATE! Ah, ah, AHHH!”

“Sis, I’m… I’m gonna…”

“Do it! Do it! Please, please, do it!” I screamed.

We came simultaneously. Shot after shot of his beautiful jizz plunged into my spasming pussy. Even though there was nothing more his seed could do to me now, he poured it all inside anyway, thoroughly flooding me.

When he was done, he collapsed on top of me, utterly exhausted. His head was resting on my chest as he panted hard. He seemed so sweet. I reached up a hand to stroke his hair. As he went soft, his dick slid out of me. Cum began to ooze out of my used hole and onto his bedspread in its absence.

We lay like that for some time, before he finally spoke. “Liz?”

“Yeah, Luke?”

“Is that really the last time?”

“I really doubt it.”

I felt his penis begin to reharden against me. He teased the tip against my entrance. “Because, I kinda wanna do it again…”

“What, now?” I asked. I looked at the clock. A lot more time had passed than I would have guessed. “Mom and dad are gonna be home soon…”

He poked the head firmly against me. I bit my lip. My gaze fluttered up to meet his own. “W-well… just be quick, alright?”

THE END

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