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Falling for the Step(s) Ch. 04

The following morning I felt the difference before I even left my room. 'The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife,' as the old saying goes. Quietly, I entered the kitchen and found Naomi sitting there, her eyes red and her face covered with tears.

"Sonya knows," was all she said before getting up and walking to the master bedroom.

I had been aware that Sonya knew about her mom and I for several months but the events of the past night had brought it all to the forefront. I knew I needed to deal with it by being totally honest.

I left the kitchen and found Sonya sitting in a chair next to the pool. "Sonya," I called. "I think we need to talk."

Spinning, she glared at me. "BULLSHIT!!" was all she said before diving into the pool.

Not to be deterred, I dove in after her and surfaced beside her.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" she yelled. "I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU."

"Well, I want to talk to you," I replied.

"I DON'T CARE!" she screamed and tried to swim away.

Without even realizing what I was doing, I grabbed her ankle and pulled her back.

She surfaced and yelled, "LET ME GO!"

"And what if I don't? What are you going to do? Hit me?"

As if that were all the incentive she needed, she slapped me as hard as she could. My head snapped sideways and the entire constellation appeared before my eyes, but I continued to hold her.

"Now let go," she growled, no longer yelling.

"No, we need to talk."

"About what? The fact that you've been fucking my mother for months or the fact that you and I have been spending so much time together and I thought maybe it meant something or maybe it's about the fact that you told my mom you loved her last night?"

"All of it."

Trying to pull away again, Sonya fumed, "Well, I DON'T want to talk about it."

Quickly, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her against me, her back against my chest. "In that case just listen. You and I both know what this is actually about. It has nothing to do with the fact that I've been making love to your mom. You've known about that for months. It does have EVERYTHING to do with how you and I feel about each other and what you heard or think you heard last night."

Spinning in my arms, Sonya glared up at me and spoke quietly, "Fuck you. I know exactly what I heard last night. You told my mom you loved her."

I loosened my grip on her and looked into her eyes before replying. "You're right. I did. Your mom is an extremely beautiful, intelligent, and passionate woman ... and I do love her but ...,"

I didn't have the chance to finish before Sonya pulled from my grip and tried to knee me in the balls.

"Fuck you ... and fuck her," she continued as she fought to rapidly walk out of the pool. "Oh, that's right ... you already did."

Refusing to fall into her trap I continued, "... but, I'm not IN LOVE with her," stressing the words 'in love.' Then in a softer, gentler voice I finished, "I'm IN LOVE with you."

She stopped as if she had suddenly run into an invisible brick wall. Then she slowly turned, asking, "What did you just say?"

I knew that just like in all the romance novels I had ever joked about, this was probably the one and only time I'd have the chance to tell her how I felt and about what had been going on between Naomi and I. "I said, I'm IN LOVE with you."

She stood there looking at me and then down at the water, thinking, before looking back up at me again. "But you said you loved her and the two of you have been f ... mmm ... together for months," she continued.

I could hear the questions in her voice and took the 'leap of faith' that people joke about in situations similar to this. "Could we get out of the pool and talk? I think there's a lot I need to explain and a lot of questions you need to have answered."

She turned and headed for the stairway leading out of the pool before stopping and in a joking manner asked, "Well ... are you coming?"

She and I talked for the next two hours. We talked about how my dad had disappeared and the notes he'd left Naomi and I. We talked about her mother's grief and hopes of having a family with my dad and how everything seemed so natural the first time her mother and I made love. We talked about the frustration of not getting her mom pregnant and our continued attempts to do so and finally we talked about how the night before was to be our last time because of the feelings growing between her and I.

Sonya fell silent as she thought about what I said and at just that moment, I saw Naomi looking out the kitchen window at us, smiling and tears running down her face.

"So let me get this straight. Your dad disappeared or more probably killed himself because he was terminal with prostate cancer," then more quietly to herself, "which is probably why he couldn't get mom pregnant," before continuing, "and you ended up in bed with her trying to comfort her due to her grief. Is that right?"

"Yep"

"Then the two of you end up doing 'the nasty' together before she shows you the letter from your dad. In the letter he tells you what he's doing and why and that it's your responsibility to take care of her, including becoming her lover and getting her pregnant. Also, that the two of you have his blessing to do it. Did I miss anything so far?"

"Nope."

"So the two of you have been f ... mmm ... messing around trying to get her pregnant ... but in the mean time, you've been feeling the same things I have when we've been spending time together and so you and my mom called off your ... what should I call it? ... arrangement last night after being together one last time."

"Yep, that's it except for two corrections."

"And what are those, if I may ask?"

Slowly reaching out, I took her by the hand and held it as I spoke. "First, I want to be totally honest with you. When your mom and I first became lovers it was because she wanted a baby but as time went on, I did it not just to get her pregnant but because your mom is one beautiful woman and one hell of a lover."

She pulled away from me and slapped me playfully on the arm. "Ok, you don't have to be THAT honest."

"The second thing you need to know is that the feelings I have for you I've felt since the first time we held hands like this. Call it 'love at first sight' or whatever but I knew from the first time I met you that I wanted to be with you even if you are my step-sister."

The joy that had begun to brighten her face suddenly disappeared as if a cloud had covered the sun.

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK," she screamed. "I'M YOUR STEP-SISTER. That means we can't ... it would be incest."

It was at that moment that Naomi stepped from the kitchen and walked toward us. Placing her hands on Sonya's shoulders, she spun her so they were looking directly at each other. "Honey, look at me."

Sonya slowly looked up before Naomi continued.

"I was worried about the same thing after the first time Jake and I ... well, anyway."

I immediately caught on to the fact that Naomi had called me Jake instead of Jacob for the first time but decided to wait to ask why until some other time as I continued to listen.

"In this country, incest can only take place between two people who are related by blood. That means that anything Jake and I did or anything that Jake and you might do is totally legal."

Sonya wrapped her arms around Naomi's neck and hugged her. "I love you, mom."

"I love you too, darling," she replied before gently pushing Sonya away, "... and I loved Jake's dad more than I've ever loved any other man including your father. At the same time, I love Jake for what he has given me up to this point and..." looking down and gently rubbing her abdomen, "... what he may have given me for the future. But the simple fact is that I have seen how you look at each other and I have no problem with it. In fact, I'm very happy for the two of you."

The light in Sonya's eyes almost blinded me as she walked up to me, threw her arms around my neck, and pressed her lips against mine. I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her there as we shared our first kiss. It only seemed like a second but when we finally pulled apart, both of us were panting for breath.

Naomi laughed and joked, saying, "Why don't the two of you get a room?"

No to be outdone, Sony replied, "Can we borrow yours?"

Awestruck, Naomi and I stood there as she thought about what Sonya had asked and what it would mean for all of us. Then almost in a whisper she replied, "If you truly want to, yes, you can use my room."

Amazed at Naomi's answer, I never had a chance to say a word before Sonya was pulling me into the house. Who in the world would believe that less than twelve hours ago I had made love to Sonya's mom, my own step-mother and now I was about to make love to her?

We had barely stepped into Naomi's bedroom when Sonya spun around and pulled me against her. "Do you have any idea how long I've dreamt about this? How many times I've fantasized about the two of us being together?"

I never had a chance to answer before she continued seductively, "More times than I want to admit but now you're mine, all mine."

Grabbing the front of my shirt, she pulled me to her and kissed me while running her hands up and down my back. Then I felt her pulling the back of my shirt up and over my head. She hardly missed a beat as she pressed back against my bare chest and planted her lips on mine again.

I never had a woman act so aggressively when making love and, in a way, it was thrilling. For once, I was experiencing what it was to be to be a recipient.

Her hands never stopped. Sliding down my back, she grabbed my ass cheeks and squeezed them teasingly before moving around to the front and unbuckling my belt. Her hands pushed down my pants and my boxer-briefs slid over my hips and to the floor. Within seconds, she had me totally nude ... a new record for any woman in my life.

She stepped away and she looked me over as if I were a stallion being examined for purchase or a piece of prime beef ready to be devoured. "Mmmmmm ... nice. I can see why my mom wanted you as a lover," she purred as she ran her fingernails across my shoulders and down my chest.

I had never felt so over-powered and yet excited. The feel of her nails lightly scratching across my skin thrilled me and my cock immediately began to harden.

"Ohhhh ... is that for me?" she quizzed.

"Only if you want it ... and can handle it," I replied almost as a challenge.

She took up the challenge and headed for the bed, stripping off clothes as she walked, then spun around for me to get my first look at her nude body. "So what do you think? Think you can handle me?"

It was my turn to be challenged.

Sonya was 20 years old, only four years younger than me. She was 5-foot, 7 inches tall and, like her mother, she had hazel eyes. Her hair was a glossy brown and her skin was the same light bronze found in most French Polynesian women. She had full, firm breasts that were capped by nipples that were a darker shade and stuck out hard and enticing. Her areola were smaller than her mother's but a deeper shade of bronze from the blood coursing through them. Her body narrowed down to a trim, muscular waist after which it flared to a wondrous pair of thighs (I later found out that her measurements were 34D-24-33). Between the junction of her legs there wasn't even the slightest hint of hair.

Thrilled by the way I was staring at her, she sat on the edge of the bed and said. "I should warn you before we get started I have a habit of getting really loud and I love to talk dirty. Is that ok?"

What could I possibly say to something like that? I have never heard of a man who wasn't turned on by a slutty woman, so I simply nodded.

My response must have been what she was hoping for as well because she slid back onto the bed until she was lying in the center with her legs spread to reveal her seething slit. "Come on Jake, don't just stand there. Come here and fuck me. Fill me with your cock just like you've been doing to my mom. Fill me with your cum."

As if in a trance, I moved to the edge of the bed. The sight of her quickly overcame any questions or doubts I had as I moved up next to her. Gently, I started to put an arm under her head and lean over to kiss her when she flipped over on top of me encasing my hardening cock between us. "Jake, I know that this is going to sound weird because it's our first time together but I don't want you to make love to me ... I want you to fuck me, hard and deep. We can make love as often as we want later but ... well ... I'm talking about what you and mom have been doing and remembering all the times she screamed when you were going at it has got me so fucking horny. Just feel this ..." she said as she grabbed my hand and knelt up before pushing it between her legs.

It was hot and slick from her juice. The aroma was fresh and full like her mother's but definitely not her mother's. Pulling my juice-coated hand to my mouth I tasted it ... definitely NOT like her mother's. Her juice was thick and tangy with the slightest taste of salt from the amount of time she spent in the ocean.

Leaning down, she pressed her hard nipples against my chest as she rubbed pussy against my cock. "See what you've done to me? We can play all we want later but now ... now I just want to feel your cock deep inside of me," she said as she grabbed my shoulders and rolled over pulling me with her.

Now on top, I steadied my weight as she reached between us and brought my hardened member to her awaiting womanhood. "Put it in me," she sighed.

All of my defenses and all the years I had spent being a "lover" collapsed as I lowered myself on her. I felt her body tighten and struggle under me as I pushed the head between her outer lips and into the entrance."

"Ohhhhhh ... fuck! So big. I never imagined your cock would feel so big. I'm ... I'm not sure ... I can take it," she stammered.

"Yes you can ... and you will," I answered as I slowly pushed against her, forcing more and more of my cock into her waiting pussy.

"AAaaaagghhhhhhhh," she cried. "No ... no more ... Stop ... stop ... too big ... too much."

I stopped only to get the surprise of my life when she wrapped her legs around my hips, locking them behind my back and pulled up against me.

"Don't stop," she said breathlessly. "Don't ever stop. No matter what I might say, don't stop. I want you and I want you to have me. Push that cock of yours deep inside of me. Press against my cervix like you do to mom and if you want ... cum in me. Fill my pussy with your cum ... make me your lover ... make me the mother of your children."

Hearing her almost pleading with me awakened some primal, animalistic creature buried in the back of my mind ... something from a time when men took their mates by force. "So you've been thinking about this? You've been thinking about what it would feel like to have my cock buried inside of you ... to have your step-brother's cock fucking you and fill you with his cum," I snarled as I forced more of my cock into her.

"Yes and no," she gasped. "I've thought of having you take me and fuck me. I've thought of what it would feel like to have your cock buried deep inside me and filling me with your cum ... but NOT as my step-brother, as my lover and hopefully my future husband."

That was all I needed to hear as I grabbed her shoulders and drove my cock the rest of the way into her pussy in one continuous thrust.

"AAAEEEeeiiiiiii," she screamed as I drove into her and hit bottom against her cervix. Reflexively, her legs flew open and dropped to her sides.

I knew that I had hurt her and immediately regretted what I had done. I pulled back slightly so I wasn't pressed against her hyper-sensitive cervix and placed my arms under her head. I cradled her to me as tears ran down her face. "I'm so sorry, Sonya. I don't know what ..."

"Shhhhhhh," she said soothingly. "This is what I wanted ... what I needed. But what I need right now is to stop for just a little while until my pussy gets used to you. I've NEVER had a cock inside me and to tell you the truth, I love it. I can feel every vein on your cock. I can feel how it's stretching me and pressing against all the right places. I can feel it teasing me when it seems to expand and then slowly decrease as the blood pumps through it ... but what I feel the most isn't something physical. I feel how much I love you and how much you love me. Does that make sense?"

Gazing into her eyes I leaned down and barely touched her lips with mine. "Absolutely," I answered before kissing her.

Sonya's arms were around my neck and shortly her legs wrapped around my waist once again as she started to slowly grind her clit against the base of my cock. "So nice. So fucking nice and hard. Yours is definitely the biggest thing I've ever had inside me," she cooed. "Now that I've gotten used to it, it feels like I've gone to heaven."

Slowly I pulled from her depths and a new smell filled my nostrils. Looking down, I was horrified by the sight of blood coating my cock and the inside of her thighs. "What the fuck?" I yelled as I yanked my cock from her clutching pussy.

A look of disappointment, fear and regret covered her face.

Suddenly, I understood or thought I did. "Are you ... Were you ... I thought you and Tim?" I stammered.

The smile quickly returned to her face as she realized the source of my confusion and fear. "Yes and no. Tim is short for Timika. She and I have been friends forever and yes she and I have done a lot of playing together. We've kissed and touched. We've fingered each other and we've even sucked each other's pussy. Once I even let her fuck me with a small strap-on dildo but I've NEVER been with a man. And I can guarantee you that her toy wasn't nearly as big as you are. That's probably why I'm bleeding."

A sudden wave of doubt flowed over me. I had made love to my share of women but never a virgin. "What do I do now?" I thought.

Though younger than me, she seemed to instinctively recognize the look on my face as she spread her arms and legs. "It's ok. I wanted you to be my first ... and only. I've thought about this since the first day we met. To tell you the truth, I was jealous of mom when you went to bed with her but not now, not anymore."

Slowly, I leaned forward and kissed her while making sure to keep my cock from touching her pussy. "I ... as long as we're being honest I've never been with a virgin and I'm not quite sure what to do," I whispered.

Pushing me away, she laughed as she flipped over on top of me. "That's simple ... You fuck me," she said as she slid onto my cock as if we'd been lovers for years. "SSSssshhhhhh, so nice."

I wrapped my arms around her, pulled her back down to me, and kissed her as I felt her breasts shift across my chest, her hard nipples bumping against mine. "I love you," I said after breaking our kiss.

Sitting up in my lap with my cock embedded deep in her pussy, she looked down at me seriously before saying, "I love you too, Jake, but more importantly, I'm in love with you. I feel the same as you said you do. I'm not talking fuck love or brother-sister love, I'm talking complete, total, lifetime, love. I want to be not only your lover, but your partner, friend, confidant, and the mother of your children."

Surprised, shocked, relieved and overwhelmed, I lay there as what she had just said sank in. I lay there for what seemed like hours but was actually only seconds before I gave the only answer I knew was right, "Yes."

"Wha ...?" she started to say before I cut her off.

"I'm in love with you too. I want you to be my lover, my partner, my friend, my confidant, the mother of my children and ... my wife. So the answer to your proposal is ... Yes."
Our kiss was soft and gentle, loving, fulfilling, and so much more. We held each other, never wanting to let go and I only looked away when I thought I heard the barely audible creak of the bedroom door. Opening my eyes, I looked at the door and there stood Naomi, partially hidden in the shadows, a tear running down her cheek and a smile on her face. But the moment was short-lived as I felt Sonya begin to rock on my lap, slowly sliding up and down the length of my slightly deflated cock.

"Don't worry, darling. I'll get this thing nice and hard again and then I want you to fuck me and fill me with your cum. I want to feel what it's like to be a woman in every sense. I want you to touch my body, stretch my pussy and fill me with cum ... and maybe ... get me pregnant."

Shifting so she was partially sitting up, she began a dance as old as time as she slid up and down my cock. True to her word, she quickly had my cock rock-hard again as she tighten her pussy muscles, clutching at my shaft when she moved upwards and then relaxed the muscles as she drove herself down until the head of me cock pressed against her cervix. "OOhhhhhhh, feels strange ... feels so fucking good. Just a little pain and then a flash of pleasure ... never stop," she cooed.

Reaching down, I grabbed her hips and began to match her rhythm, thrust for thrust. I glanced down to where our bodies were joined as one and was surprised to see thick, slightly pink, foam clinging to us.

"Fuck butter," she giggled as she looked at the surprise on my face. "Nice, thick, slick, fuck butter ... I learned all about it after Tim and I started playing together. I just seem to be one of those women who gets so fucking wet that this happens," she finished as she rotated her hips.

The feel and look of her pussy along with the slutty comments she was making were getting to me and I soon felt my cock harden even more as my balls started to boil with cum. "Gonna cum soon, darling. Gonna fill your pussy with my cum just like we wanted," I grunted.

Quickly pulling from me, she flipped onto her hands and knees. "Not yet, lover. Fuck me like this. I want you to fuck me hard and deep. I want to feel your cock driving deep inside me and coating my pussy. I want to feel you pumping your cum into my womb. Breed me ... fuck me like a stallion fucking a mare. Mount me and fuck me," she murmured in lust-filled voice.

Kneeling up, I moved behind her, her legs spread to reveal her gaping pussy. The animal part of me came out again as I grabbed her hips and drove my cock forward embedding it to the base in one thrust.

She buried her face in a pillow to lessen her scream as she pushed back against me. Briefly, I stayed there buried deep inside her but that wasn't what our bodies craved as we once again began to move to the dance of love.

All too soon, I heard her breathing begin to change. "Soon ... soon," she gasped, "just hold on a little longer. Going to cum, too. Going to have my first orgasm from a man ... the man I love. Now ... deeper ... right there ... more ... mmmm ... so good ... that's it ... now ... going to happen ... now ... now ... noWWWW ... OOOHHHHMMMIIIIGGGOOODDDDD," she shrieked.

The instant she began to orgasm, the muscles of her velvety pussy clamped down on me and I knew all was lost. There was absolutely no way I could hope to avoid what was going to happen ... even if I had wanted to.

I felt my cum rocketing from my balls and up the length of my shaft before spraying strand after strand of cum deep inside of her waiting pussy. Yet, somewhere in my hazed mind, I remembered to reach under her and cup her breasts, squeezing them and pinching the nipples between my fingers.

A mutual scream of, "AAAAARRRRGGGHHHHHHHH," filled the room as our bodies convulsed and our shared orgasm surged through us.

Sonya collapsed under me from the intensity and I followed, not by choice but because her pussy was clamped down so hard around my cock. Our bodies trembled and shook as we lay there until we slowly returned from that place of ultimate pleasure.

I kissed the back of her neck as I rolled onto my side pulling her with me, keeping my slowly deflating cock buried in her.

"So good, feels so good," she murmured as she fell asleep in my arms and she was right.

The following morning we awoke still in Naomi's bed. As if it was the most natural thing in the world, we held each other and kissed until we smelled the aroma of breakfast wafting into the room. Our stomachs growled in unison and we laughed as we quickly slipped into our clothes and headed to the kitchen.

Naomi was sitting at the table as we entered, a smile on her face. "So did you two sleep well?" she asked innocently.

Before I could say a word Sonya quipped, "What little we got of it."

My face turned several shades of red according to Naomi and Sonya as they laughed.

The rest of the day was spent doing the routine things needed. It was only at dinner that I realized something was up as I saw the conspiratorial looks on Naomi and Sonya's faces.

"Jake," Naomi started, "Sonya and I have had a chance to talk and we need you to listen before you say anything."

Silently, I nodded.

"First, I heard what you said to Sonya last night. I knew that you were drawn to each other the moment you met and I couldn't be happier. That being said, I need to remind both of you that contrary to what you may think, Sonya and I come from a very prominent and conservative family so you may not live together in the same room until after you're married."

"WHAT???" Sonya and I yelled simultaneously.

"What about last night? What about ...?" I started to say.

"Shhhhhhh ... calm down and listen," Naomi continued.

"I didn't say anything about the two of you not borrowing my bedroom. I said you couldn't live in the same room. Besides which, I'm not ready to give up the Master Bedroom yet and I'm DEFINITELY NOT going to make it a habit of sleeping on the couch like last night. Do you understand?"

Sonya and I both nodded our heads that we did.

"Number two. Jake, Sonya and I have talked and we both agree that you need to complete your education. If you have to go back to the mainland, so be it, but if I recall you said something about being able to finish on-line."

"Ya, I can do that," I answered.

"Good, now three. Sonya and I will start planning the Wedding. We figured sometime in the Fall will be best to avoid any concerns others may have about it "being too soon" after your dad's death. Also, the weather won't be quite so hot in case Sonya wants to wear a wedding dress instead of the traditional muumuu or sarong."

"Agreed," I answered realizing that the two of them had already thought long and hard about this.

"Ok, then. That's finished," sighed Naomi.

"Not quite yet," Sonya suddenly interjected.

Naomi and I both looked at her waiting as Sonya looked first at me and then at Naomi. "Mom, I know you've always wanted more kids but the opportunity didn't come up until you met Jake's dad. Then things happened so you couldn't fulfill that dream. I want you to have that dream which means ...," she slowed as she looked at me, "... I want you to continue spending time with my mom. More precisely I want you to keep making love to her until she's pregnant."

Tears ran down Naomi's face as she heard Sonya's comments.

"But what if she's not pregnant by the time we get married?" I asked.

"Well, mom can keep track of when her most fertile time of the month is and if for some reason she still isn't pregnant when we get married ...," she gave us both quirky smile, "... you'll have to keep trying. As far as I'm concerned I know you're in love with me so I have nothing to worry about and what happens inside this house is up to us."

I sat there in disbelief at what I'd heard until Sonya took my face between her hands and asked, "Is that ok with you?"

Vaguely I recall nodding.

The next six weeks sped by as I finished my classes on-line and received my business degree with a minor in Polynesian culture. Naomi and Sonya hardly seemed to be around at all as they made the announcement of our marriage and planned the wedding.

Sonya and I spent as much time as possible together both in and out of bed and I spent two nights with Naomi during that time. Then one Saturday morning as I was on the porch, they both came out of the kitchen, smiles on their faces and sarongs wrapped around their bodies. Not that the fact that they were wearing sarongs was anything new but for some reason they seemed different.

Silently, they sat down and waited.

I had no idea what they were waiting for so I finally asked, "What's up?"

Quickly, they looked at each other and then back at me before saying, "We're pregnant!!" at which time they stood up and dropped their sarongs to reveal the bulge each.

My mouth fell open and I sat there while what they had just said sank in. Not only was one of the woman in my life pregnant but both of them! We spent the remainder of the day laughing and smiling and celebrating life ... minus any alcohol.

The day of the wedding, Sonya wore a sarong which accentuated her growing breasts while Naomi wore a muumuu; both of which hid their growing abdomens. That evening, the three of sat on the porch and had another 'family council.'

"That's done," Naomi sighed. "Now there is only one more thing to take care of."

Sonya and I looked at each other barely hearing her before she pulled out some paperwork and placed it on the table in front of us.

"Jake. Jake. JAKE ...," she laughed. "Could the two of you take a break just long enough to get through this."

Abruptly brought back to reality, I stared at the paperwork before me. "What's this?"

Sonya's smile broadened as she looked at her mom.

"This is all the paperwork for your dad's company. I've been doing my best to keep track of it and with the help of some of his staff, we've done pretty well but in our culture the man-of-the-house is usually responsible for the financial assets as well which means they're yours now."

Dumb-founded, I sat there. "But dad left you and Sonya ..."

"We know, we know but you've proven yourself to be the man-of-the-house in more ways than one." Naomi giggled as she touched her distended abdomen "and you've got the business education to insure that the family will always be cared for ... just like your dad did."

With nothing more to say, I signed the paperwork and became a husband, business owner, and man-of-the-house in one day.

"There is one last thing. Since the two of you are married, I decided you needed a larger room so I moved my stuff out of the master bedroom yesterday so it's all yours now."

"But where will you go, mom?" Sonya asked quickly.

"I was thinking of getting a small place in town. Jake's dad left us more than enough money and I'm sure Jake will do everything possible to care for the baby and I."

My mind instantly went into overdrive as I thought about Naomi moving. Then I stood up and looked at both of them. "I have a better idea," and walked back into the house.

For the next several months, Naomi lived in Sonya's old room while the construction took place. I had the construction crew put up a temporary barrier so neither of them could see what was being done until I unveiled the surprise. Then just before the date the babies were due to be born I took Naomi and Sonya into the back yard. There, just at the edge of the woods, was a beautiful new cottage, designed for Naomi and the baby. It was built in a combination of Polynesian and Oriental styles to provide for any and all of Naomi's needs as well as few extra touches, one of them being an intercom / phone to the main house.

When the time came for them to deliver, the babies were born within 48 hours of each other. A few people started to spread rumors about Naomi but we quickly squashed them saying my dad had frozen some of his sperm when he found out about his cancer and nothing more was ever said.

Now 17 months later, I'm once again sitting on the porch were so much of life has taken place. Sonya and Naomi are sitting not too far away feeding the babies.

Naomi's son is named Jedediah, Jed for short, after my dad while Sonya's daughter is named Malia, which means Mary and is Naomi's middle name. The ladies are doing one of the most natural, beautiful things in the world, breast-feeding the babies - and the sight is definitely a turn on ... that ... and of course they're growing bellies. Yes, they're both pregnant again and yes I'm the father of those children too.

After Jed and Malia were born, Naomi, Sonya and I sat down and talked about what the future held for us as a family. It was then that Naomi asked if I would help her become pregnant one more time. We discussed all the options and decided we could get away with the 'dad's frozen sperm' story one more time so when she asked 'please' and Sonya told me to go for it, what more could I do?

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I realize that in the past I've always defended the concept that sex with "Step(s)" is incest but after doing research for this story I realized that incest is not an easy relationship to define. Incest is determined by the social morals and ethics of the predominant cultural group. To that end, what is incest in one situation may not be incest in another. It is for that reason that I put this series in the "Erotic Couples" category. It could have gone either way.

Ghostwalker
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