My sensible, twenty-first century, brain would have insisted that it'd be quite wrong for me to make a baby in my sister. And there would be hell to p...ay, I was sure, when my parents found out she was pregnant. But quite quickly, my modern-day fears and concerns were over-ridden by my prehistoric brain, which was enjoying reliving the memory of my emptying my balls in a series of satisfying spurts as far up her baby-tube as possible.And what I had felt at the crucial moment was enhanced by. ”“I’m sure there will be other guys you have a history with who can give you a better time than Bill did.”“Did I say I had a bad time? It was more fun when I realized how easy he was to dominate. I can’t get you to do that stuff like he did!”“Maybe you’d like to look up your old boss at the drug store ... the one you fucked to get birth control pills from.”“I DID NOT!”“Liar! We were back to dating then and I thought I’d surprise you after work. The store was closed and no one was visible. I. "Yours," you say when you're buried to the hilt, firmly pressed into my cervix. I wrap my legs around you and you pull out slightly - only oh-so-very slightly - and then you push into me slowly and deeply again, my hips pushing up to grind against you. Then, whatever sanity I may have once had disappears, and I lose myself in the slow slide of our bodies, our soft moans as we touch each other the way we know we love to be touched. I massage your ass with my feet as you begin thrusting and use. “Right, right, soooooo eager,” he sneered. He paused, staring at me as I raised my weapon. “That's why she fled you. That's why she came to me. She begged me for help. Together, we broke your damned spell. You don't have any hold on your daughter. But I do.“She's pregnant with my child.”My iron teeth ground together. The rage built and built in me. My body quivered. I gripped my hilt. Metal scraped on metal as I focused on his hateful, young face. He confused my daughter's young heart, tricked.