Jeff looked back and forth between his mother and his sister. Both had their breasts exposed to him. Thanks to his tinkering with the Chronivac, both
had making Jeff happy as their peak priority. Mom was certainly beautiful. She was using her upper arms to squeeze her tits together, putting up the
sexy look he liked. And he certainly looked forward to getting back into the womb from which he first emerged.
But his sister had a certain quality. While Mom had wisdom and experience on her side, Carol was different. Her body was taut with youth, while her face
radiated innocence. Her big, wet, brown eyes batted at her brother in a way that implied she didn't know just what she was inviting. Jeff reached over and
placed a hand on his sister's shapely thigh. "Let me ask you, Carol: are you a virgin?"
Carol cocked her head to one side. "I want you to be my first, Jeff," she whispered, with just a hint of a pout.
Jeff nodded, slowly. He hoped Mom wasn't going to be hurt by what came next. He reached a hand out and caressed Mom's cheek, then, after a pause,
reached his other hand out to cup one firm pink aureola. "You know you're always first in my heart, right, Mom? But right now, I need Carol. And I think
she needs me."
Mom tried gamely to smile as she turned back to her food. "Of course, honey. Do what you need to do, you know Mommy will always be here when you're
ready." She picked up a forkful of food and attempted to look unperturbed, but Jeff noticed just a hint of tears in her eyes.
Still, that was the point. She wanted Jeff to be happy. In absolutely everything.
Jeff took both Carol's hands in his. He paused to think. He didn't have the Chronivac here with him, which was a bit of a disappointment: as pretty as Carol
was, Jeff wished she had just a bit more of an hourglass figure. Just a bit more curvaceous hips, slightly smaller hips, more generous breasts. Not much, not
enough to spoil his sister's taut teen lines, just a tiny smidge.
Then, to his surprise, he realized: what he'd wished for was happening. Before his eyes, Carol's body readjusted itself to the smallest degree. Under his gaze,
his sister went from pretty teenager to gorgeous goddess.
Weird. Did he have a telepathic bond with the Chronivac?
Whatever. He was about to experience the fantasy every brother tries to pretend he doesn't have about his sister. Still holding her hands, Jeff pulled his
sister in closer, and planted a gentle kiss on her lips. "I want to be your first, Carol," he said. "I want to be your lover, and your husband, and the father of
your babies. Will you let your brother fuck you, Carol? Will you be my incest wife?"
"I would like that," Carol replied.
Jeff hooked an arm around his sister's waist and drew her close. She returned his grasp, pulling brother and sister into a close embrace. Jeff guided Carol
down to the floor, and stretched her out under the table where their mother was quietly, sadly, eating her dinner. Jeff lay down upon his sister, who still had
her jeans covering her lower half. He cupped a hand over her breast, and kissed her, grinding himself against her, helping Carol get lubed up.
Well, Jeff thought to himself, what's this going to be? A quick, rough fuck before I get back to Mom? Slow, sensuous lovemaking? Missionary? Doggy? I'm
about to pop my sister's cherry, he thought silently, and I know she'll agree to whatever I ask. So what will I ask of her?