He was right. I didn't know how he meant to do it, but I wouldn't let Joey hurt my beautiful daughter like he'd hurt me. I closed my eyes, struggling to fight off sleep, and nodded. "I'll go show our babies to Mom and Dad."
With some effort, I pulled myself out of Joey's bed and looked around. "Where are my clothes?"
"Oh, yeah," Joey said. "I wished them away." He held the ring up to his lips and said: "I wish Maggie had her clothes back on her just as they were when they vanished."
Suddenly my jeans and t-shirt were wrapped around me, and they HURT! I grabbed my breasts. "Ow! Joey, these aren't my clothes! They're too small! Joey! This hurts!"
Joey just laughed. "I forgot: having two babies changed your body. Your breasts and hips are bigger than they were this morning. Let me do something about that." Again he lifted the ring to his lips and said: "I wish my sister Maggie had the same figure she had the first time we had sex."
Just like that, my clothes fit again. I looked down. My t-shirt had obviously been stretched out of shape. My body had gotten fatter because of two sudden pregnancies, and then slimmer again. It was bizarre.
"I also wish," Joey said, "that Maggie's body wouldn't change. At all. Ever. I don't want her to gain weight, or lose weight, or get taller, or age, until I say so. I want her to be my thirteen-year-old sister and fuck toy forever. She may change while she's pregnant, but when she gives birth, her body will snap right back to shape. No one but her and me will ever notice that she doesn't age. But she'll be my tiny sister until I give her permission to change."
I wrapped my arms around my body. "What are you doing?"
"I want to control you," Joey said. "You are mine completely. And if you can get fat and saggy and old because of all the fucking we're going to do, that won't be any fun. So you'll be young and pretty and tight forever." He jumped out of bed, wished his own clothes back on himself, and laughed. "Pick up our babies, we're going to show them to Mom and Dad."
As sick as it was, I found out Joey was right about more than I ever realized. When I showed my babies to our parents, they were ecstatic. "How gorgeous!" Mom said. "I'm so proud!"
"But they're Joey's and my babies!" I said.
"I know," Dad answered with a grin. "We knew the two of you would make great parents."
I was practically in tears. "My own brother raped me and got me pregnant!"
"Don't be so sensitive," Mom said. "So he was a little rough. You got two beautiful babies out of it. We knew you two would be a couple when you were only three years old."
"You were so devoted to your brother," Dad said, "and we saw such love in your eyes. I've been waiting for the two of you to get together."
"Do you two plan on having any more?" Mom asked.
"Oh, yes," Joey answered before I could say anything. "At least two dozen."
"That's great!" Dad said. "As beautiful as you two are, you'll have absolutely adorable children."
I felt queasy. The way Joey raped me, then made me immediately give birth, we could well have two dozen babies in less than a week. I guess I'd better get used to being relentlessly incest-fucked.
"I'm going to enjoy being a grandma," Mom said.
"But you're a grandma twice over," I protested. "The mother and the father are both your own children. You think that's normal?"
"Well, maybe not for anyone else," Mom said.
"But you two are different," Dad said. "Have you named them yet?"
"I hadn't chosen any..."
"Denise and Dominic," Joey said.
"What great names," Mom whispered.
I looked over my shoulder in time to see Joey lift the ring up to his lips again and whisper something. I didn't hear what he said, but Mom suddenly stood up from the couch and unbuttoned her blouse.
"You're right, Joey," Mom breathed in a sudden husky voice. "A deal is a deal. You made your beautiful baby sister into your sexy fuck toy, and now I owe you your payment."
Mom slinked her way across the room, to where Joey sat in the La-Z-Boy. She spread her legs wide and straddled his lap, lowering herself down. He reached one hand inside her blouse and cupped her breast, which I saw now was much firmer and more attractive than I'd ever realized. His other hand clamped on her butt through her jeans. Mom leaned in and clamped her mouth over his, kissing him in a way that was not motherly at all. He slowly pushed her bra cup off her breast and traced his fingers in a circle around her nipple.
I stared in horror. I couldn't look away, yet I felt sick to my stomach.
Mom reached down, unzipped Joey's jeans, and pulled out the long, thick boner that had raped me twice already that day. Then she opened her own jeans, pushed her panties out of the way, and right in front of Dad, me, and my two children, speared herself on his cock.
Right there in the living room, Mom fucked herself onto her son, my brother, the father of my two incest babies. And I realized I felt...
...turned on. And jealous.
After he raped me, twice, I realized I actually wanted my brother all to myself.