MY LITTLE BROTHER IN LAW

My complex relation with my little brother in started, 
obviously, on my wedding night, when I wed Roy. 

I had met him earlier. Shay was openly my admirer. He 
followed me everywhere, hanging on my lips, looking up 
to me with an admiring look and I basked in the warmth 
of his admiration. Every woman adores being admired, 
even if her admirer is just a 10-year-old brat, though 
a cute one, I have to say.

This is probably why I was amused rather than annoyed 
when I caught him peeping on me when changing my 
wedding dress. 

Wedding is a huge production in my country. The bride 
is pampered at a beauty saloon all day long, and then 
she is taken by an insistent photographer to a 
photography session that last for hours and then she is 
rushed to the banquet hall to her wedding ceremony and 
party-usually with 300 to 500 guests to entertain. I 
hadn't eaten since morning but I was elated and 
intoxicated with all the adrenalin. 

And after the ceremony I had to welcome each and every 
one of my 450 guests, and to drink with them to my 
health, so obviously I was more then somewhat tipsy 
when the time came to change my formal wedding dress to 
the more comfortable dancing dress. (Yes, we do have at 
least two wedding dresses made for us, and sometimes 
more. I had four- two additional dresses for the Hena 
party.) So, finally, I have entered the quiet brides' 
seclusion room, shooed out all my friends and relatives 
and slipped off my dress. 

After a self admiring survey before the mirror, 
caressing and fondling my perfumed and exposed breasts, 
I have turned around to put on my dancing dress-and 
there he was! Shay was staring at me, his mouth agape, 
his eyes open wide as two platters. As I have said, I 
was more amused than annoyed, perhaps because of his 
open admiration, in part because I was tipsy. Anyway 
what he said was, "WOW How beautiful you are!"

Well, tell me, could I be mad at him after such a 
compliment? 

He added, "So beautiful boobies!"

I could have kissed him, and I did, on his lips, after 
slipping on my dancing dress. Honestly, I don't recall 
giving him the tongue-as he claims I did- but as I've 
said, I was intoxicated so I may have done it. 
Unknowingly I've sealed my fate with that kiss.

Since my wedding, my little brother in law has settled 
with us. He visited us every day and there wasn't a 
week that he hadn't stayed overnight at least once. I 
didn't mind, he was really a very nice boy. I didn't 
mind even when I found out that he was peeping at me in 
the bathroom and the bedroom, you see he was a very 
cute boy too. I found it amusing and it even added a 
spice to our sex life, to know that he was in the next 
room, rubbing his boyish, pencil-like pecker. Yes I 
peeked, and had seen it. 

Well, our sex life... after a couple of year it 
certainly could use the added spice. It deteriorated 
quickly to a boring routine. I admit that I was 
partially to blame. I did start nagging my Roy that I 
wanted a child, to mind my ovulating times and so on. 
Anyhow, I found that the stains on Shay's bed rather 
added pepper to my love life. I also have noticed a 
rather pronounced bulge in his pants after I had 
"neglected" to close properly the door in the bathroom.

By that time, Shay has been keeping his door 
meticulously closed, so I couldn't confirm my 
expectations regarding his size. I wouldn't stoop so 
low to peep through the keyhole! And, besides, he did 
keep the key always in. 

Well, Shay's growing bulge and the stains on his bed 
and on my soiled panties made me think of his coming 
bar-mitzvah. You may know, Bar mitzvah is the Jewish 
ritual coming of age for boys, at 13 years, and I have 
been thinking that the ancients must have had the age 
right. Shay sure was showing signs of coming of age! 

Thinking of his Bar Mitzvah, I have asked Shay what 
present he would like.

To my surprise, his answer was, "A kiss."

I was surprised, yes, but I can't say that I was 
shocked, although I did know exactly what he had in 
mind! Nevertheless, I hugged him, pecked him on both 
cheeks and said, teasingly, "What a sweet boy you are! 
You can have my kisses any time!" 

"No!" he said. "I mean a real kiss!" 

"Why, isn't this a real kiss?" I feigned innocence. 

"On my lips, like you did on your wedding!" He retorted 
and, holding me tight, he did plant a wet kiss on my 
lips, inserting his tongue roughly in.

OOOGH! I must admit that although it shouldn't have, it 
did tingle in my groin. As I've said he was a very cute 
boy. "C'mon," I teased him. "This kind of kisses is 
reserved for men, not for boys!" 

He answered, "But on my bar mitzvah I turn into a man, 
don't I?" 

Cute, wasn't he? So, pretending to be pondering, I 
answered, "Well... you do have a point there. But for 
being a man you have to practice a lot, yet... First of 
all, you don't force your tongue on your partner." And 
it was then that he said that I had tongued him on my 
wedding episode. So, in order to correct his 
impression, I kissed on his lips, properly this time. I 
kissed him softly, sliding on his lips with my tongue, 
softly entering his eager mouth, rolling his innocent 
tongue, savoring its sweet taste. WOW! 

It went through me like an earthquake, so I just could 
imagine what this kiss did to him! We "practiced" like 
this several times, and each time the kisses grew more 
fervent. He held me tight to him, making me feel the 
bulge in his pants, which made me, I must admit, rather 
weak on my knees, so weak that, moaning into his mouth, 
I let him cup my breast in his hands and only with 
difficulty I did overcome myself and slapped his wrist 
away. It really did grow too dangerous, this game! 
Luckily, his bar mitzvah did come soon enough.

With us, Bar mitzvah is a very big celebration. It is 
almost as big production as a wedding! In Shay's case 
we have kept it "on low profile" meaning we had only 
about 200 guests. What do you want, our family alone is 
about 100, and then the nearest friends and neighbors. 
Well, 200 guests meant that the celebration was held in 
a banquet hall but we had to help with the catering in 
order to keep the expenses down. 

The soft drinks were kept in a sort of magazine and I 
kept getting in and out of there to fetch the drinks, 
and suddenly I felt hands squeezing my butt, and Shay 
whispered in my ear, "I want my Bar mitzvah present now 
please, you've promised." 

I hate to admit it, but the situation made me rather 
horny. I felt hot and wet in my pussy, and it was in a 
rather hoarse voice that I whispered back, "Well, I did 
indeed. Come, take your present in the present room." 
You see, the presents were kept in a small cubicle in 
the rear of that magazine. 

I knew that I shouldn't have, but couldn't help myself. 
I've dragged him after me into the small cubicle, made 
him sit on a cupboard there, and lovingly kissed his 
lips. 

OOOOH!! His tongue slipped slowly and softly into my 
mouth, rolling around mine, sucking it into his own 
mouth. He sucked my breath away with that kiss! I 
moaned and sagged and leaned into him making him lean 
back. I felt his hard cock pressing into my breast. 
WOW! And he sent his hands to feel and caress my tits, 
at first over my blouse and then, when he hadn't met 
any resistance, he slipped his a hand inside and 
squeezed them, rolling my nipple between his fingers! 
Really, what the kids learn nowadays from the internet! 
A thirteen years old kid shouldn't know such things! 

My pussy burned and trickled and I just had to see the 
huge pole that was throbbing and poking my belly! I 
released his cock from its confine... No it was no 
boy's pecker! It was a full grown, 5 inches long manly 
tool, throbbing in my hand, with a purple mushroom head 
hungrily opening its slit with wet glassy drops 
forming. 

I just had to taste it! 

Moaning I slipped it into my mouth, licking the salty-
sweet drop of pre-cum from the soft big mushroom. I 
kept sucking it in, lowering myself more and more, 
feeling the hardness of the big pole in my mouth, until 
my lips met his pubic mound. I kept sucking and 
licking, and he was groaning excitedly, jerking his 
throbbing cock deep, deep into me. All that time his 
hands were rolling and squeezing my exposed tits, and 
when I handled softly his round balls, in their silky 
sack, he exploded. He spewed wad after wad of 
salty/sweet come into my mouth and I eagerly swallowed 
every single drop. What did you think, that I could 
have left the room with wads and stains on my blouse? 

In a shaky voice I have told him, "You are a man now!" 
And fled away on trembling limbs, and made straight for 
the toilets. 

I just had to jerk off immediately, before I lost my 
mind completely and climbed that wonderful pole! I took 
some of the remains of his spunk from my mouth on my 
finger and rubbed it in on my burning pussy, coming in 
a minute. OH ! what a beautiful sweet cock! The thought 
that the spunk could have made me pregnant just had 
sent me into another round and soon I was orgasming 
again, fantasizing that I was being fucked by this 
magnificent young tool. 

I know. I know it was perverted, but I couldn't help 
it. I was hooked. 


Part 2

Well, things have changed between me and my little 
brother-in-law after his Bar mitzvah. After all, we 
couldn't pretend that nothing had happened, could we? 
Honestly we tried to return to normalcy. Just that I 
have turned negligent with what I was wearing around at 
home, and I neglected even more to close properly the 
door to my bathroom or my bedroom. Now and then Shay 
would ask, and with time demand, a kiss and sometimes I 
did grant his wish. And these times were getting 
oftener and oftener with the passage of the months. 

OOOH! How I did savor these sweet kisses! They went 
through me like tiny earthquakes, they did! And Shay 
also did grab my tits and squeeze my ass, whenever he 
thought that he could do it unpunished, which was 
turning rather frequent. Shay also turned not so 
careful about closing his door, even when jerking off. 
And yes, I did peek! And I did masturbate on seeing his 
wonder wand spewing its stuff! But we hadn't overtly 
resumed our physical relations. 

My relations with my husband Roy, on the other hand, 
deteriorated from bad to worse. I can't honestly say 
that it was unconnected. You see, when I compared 
Shay's open admiration and enthusiasm with Roy's 
indifferent love making, I grew rather bitchy. And all 
that time I have nagged Roy constantly about not giving 
me an offspring.. I'm afraid that I quite derided him 
about that, calling him impotent, half a man, sissy, 
and whatnot. 

So once, about a year of these unhealthy relations 
later, after a rather fierce quarrel, Roy has slammed 
the door behind him and left for the pub, leaving me 
annoyed, weeping, behind. And Shay was there. 

He came to me, sat beside me on the sofa, caressing me, 
comforting me as I wept on his shoulder. Yes he had 
grown enough, now he was as high as I was. And yes, his 
penis grew too, I knew that. He hugged me and whispered 
into my ear how beautiful I was, and how mean Roy had 
been to harass me like that, and he wiped off my tears, 
and kissed them of my eyes, and off my cheeks, and off 
my lips.. OH! His tongue entered my lips ever so softly 
and was caressing my lips as they parted and I just 
moaned with pleasure into his mouth, the hard feeling 
being gone and replaced by soft, loving wish to cuddle. 

I kissed him back, sliding my tongue into his mouth, 
sucking on his tongue which went down into my throat! I 
pressed against his youthful body, pulling his head 
into me while his hands were sliding up and down my 
back, and then, then it happened. As I've said I was 
pretty much agitated, and in my agitation I failed to 
dress properly and I wasn't wearing anything under my 
bathrobe. Now, as his hands were hungrily hugging me 
into him, the bathrobe fell open, and I felt the cool 
air on my exposed tits. Not only the air. 

I soon had his face buried in my cleft, his mouth 
sucking and licking my erect, sensitive nipples! OOHH, 
I moaned and somehow slid back, finding myself lying on 
the sofa, Shay lying between my spread, naked thighs. 
He slid down and down and I ecstatically, hungrily, 
directed his face in between my thighs, straight into 
my burning pussy. He landed there, kissing and 
caressing with his hands, licking in my love button, 
and I remember thinking, "Thank god for the internet! 
The kids nowadays know everything and don't need 
explaining what to do." 

I was wrong. He needed guidance how to satisfy me, 
which I enjoyed, loved, to give him, and WOW, did he 
satisfy me! I moaned and sighed and squealed while 
squirming and thrashing my legs, jerking my pelvis into 
Shay's face as I came. By now I couldn't stop. 

I stripped him naked, enjoying the sight of his lanky, 
hairless, flat chest, I nibbled on his nipples, and 
further down, down to his sparse, soft pubic garden 
that was surrounding his manful maypole. And it was 
manful indeed! Straight, erect 6 inches of steel hard, 
velvety smooth manhood, topped with a burning red 
mushroom, so soft on the touch! Lovingly I kissed it, 
the throbbing hot pole, licking it from base to tip and 
down again and when his sweet pre-cum drops started to 
form, I sucked them happily with his tool into my 
mouth. Yes, It was so sweet/salty taste –I can't even 
describe it. 

I can only say I loved it, and sucked and licked for 
more and more. Shay groaned and sticking his hand 
roughly into my cunt, he drew me to him, sticking his 
tongue deep into my opening, fucking me with his tongue 
and fingers, OOH I was on cloud nine! He groaned and 
yelled suddenly, his tool spewing streams and streams 
of hot, salty, sticky spunk into my eager mouth, over 
my contorted face, on my chest, squirting and soiling 
even the sofa. You wouldn't believe how much sperm he 
had, and how far it landed! 

Hungrily I licked his tool clean continuing to his 
beautiful soft, hairless nut sack, sucking in the 
throbbing globes. He groaned, yelled and spread his 
thighs as wide as he could while I was devouring his 
balls. And his dick. Oh they were So sweet and hot! And 
this wonder boy, he went stiff yet again! I kneeled 
between his legs sucking his big cock into my mouth as 
deep as I could, my lips scrubbing his pubic mound, my 
tongue slipping and licking the underside of his 
scrotum. He stood up, and pulling my face into his 
groin has started to fuck my face! Oh, how I loved it! 
His cock hit again and again the back of my mouth and 
my throat, his pelvis jerking uncontrollably. I was as 
excited as he was. My hand rubbing fast in my cunt I 
just wanted to feel him fuck me. 

OH how I wanted his tool in me! And then with a roar he 
erupted again in my mouth over my face, spewing jism 
over all the floor. And the sweet boy, he didn't stop! 
He pushed me spread-eagled on the sofa, and dove 
between my thighs, licking and sucking and fingering me 
to a huge orgasm. I screamed, I thrashed around I 
pulled his face as deep into me as I could and I came 
and came and came. Gasping we lay side by side on that 
sofa. (Despite the stains, each lovingly remembered, I 
can't change it! I keep it, although Roy grumbles about 
it being old and sloppy. It contains such sweet 
memories for me, memories that he can never share.)

After a long time I resumed kissing Shay's sweet face, 
and neck and all over again. He made me come four 
times, and he came countless times himself. And no, we 
didn't screw that time. 

I had remorse. Yes, I felt elated, as satisfied as I 
have never been, and my heart just sang in my chest 
attempting to fly with song birds, but I felt guilty, 
guilty as hell. I was cheating on my husband! And with 
his brother! And him being a fourteen years old boy 
too! Luckily, so I thought, we didn't go all the way. I 
didn't screw him. So I wasn't a perverted felon yet, 
but it had to stop, much as I enjoyed it, much as I 
wanted it to go on and on.. Oh my god, whenever I 
thought about Shay, I had to rub myself off!

I managed to avoid Shay the rest of that week. A couple 
of days later, Shay was spending the weekend with us, 
as usual. In mid of the night, when Roy was fast 
asleep, I slipped quietly into Shay's room. 

Shay was sleeping sweetly on his back, looking as some 
angel. I sat down on his bed, at his head, and woke 
him. Shay, Shay I whispered in his ear, until he woke 
up. "Shay," I said. "What has happened, has happened, 
but we must never, never repeat it. It is SO wrong! 
It's incest and you are a minor and, damn it, Roy is 
your brother! You are very sweet and I love you very 
much."

That was as far as got with my speech. Shay took my 
face in both his hand and made me shut up with a 
fervent kiss the he has planted on my lips, inserting 
his tongue in, rolling it round mine...OH! I moaned and 
mumbled into his mouth that,  "Nnooo, we shouldn't no 
please OHH..." He pulled me on him!

I kept mumbling that we shouldn't... No we mustn't... 
But all the while his hands were roaming all over my 
body, stripping my night gown, stripping my panties 
off, stripping my resistance away. I felt his young, 
supple, hard body being engulfed with my soft one, and 
I wanted to contain him in me. Oh, I wanted it so much! 
And I felt his hard pole poking in belly, sliding in 
between my thighs, poking into my wet, hot cunt and 
with a shock I pulled off. 

Here I was nearly fucking a young boy! I made him stop, 
and despite all his attempts to seduce me I made him 
swear to me that he would never fuck me, never! I mean 
till he was sixteen, which is the age of coming of age 
in my country. I told him that it was a felony, and we 
would be sent to jail, especially I would. 

I described to him in vivid colors the dark, cold 
dungeon where they throw forever the perverts who have 
sex with minors, claiming, and thinking, that what we 
did, sucking and licking and masturbating wasn't sex. I 
have found later that I could spare me the torment of 
those two years of unfulfilled lust-but if president 
Clinton had thought so why should I be any smarter?

Anyway, here we were, all hot and steaming his dick in 
my hand and I was jerking the throbbing hot rod 
squeezing it between my thighs, sliding it on my belly, 
until he erupted. His spunk literally hit the ceiling! 
And I had to stifle his groans by kissing him sticking 
my tongue deep, deep in his mouth and throat. All that 
made me very hot and he, he just sled to the floor 
puling me up he just stuck his half hard cock into my 
mouth! 

I sucked on it lovingly, feeling it regain its full 
size and hardness, filling me to my capacity, and the 
he started fucking my mouth, with steady rhythm, each 
shove hitting the back of my throat! OH, I nearly 
melted! I started bobbing on this wonderful cock, 
licking his balls on each run, rubbing furiously my 
cunt with my free hand while the other one was rolling, 
handling his soft round jewels. It didn't take long 
time, even now, for him to come, filling my mouth to 
the brim with his semen. I’m proud to say that I 
swallowed and downed every single drop! 

The sweet boy has now dropped to his knees between my 
spread thighs, and pushing my hand away, he started 
licking my cunt. He kissed and licked, his half hard 
tongue exploring every nook and cranny of my pussy, 
and, entering my vagina as some stiff cock, he made me 
come. I stuffed the bed sheet into my mouth to prevent 
me from screaming clamping my teeth in it and my pelvis 
just went mad! It hopped and rotated and jerked and all 
the time his tongue and his fingers too were buried 
deep in me. I came and came and yet I came again. I 
hadn't known that I had so much cum in me! And so we 
kept making love all that night, until sunrise. Only 
then I rose on shaky limbs and returned to my bed, to 
lie beside my husband. 

Ever since that night we have been lovers, Shay and I. 
We made love, and sex every opportunity, every time he 
visited us, and as I have said it was very often. We 
didn't go all the way, though, I mean we didn't screw. 
My description of the hell that expected me in jail 
must have held him since even later on, when I have 
lost my will power and resolution, he kept his. 

But I had made him an expert on oral sex. He could, and 
did, make me come three times in a row just by his 
tongue. And when he added his fingers, OOOHH, I just 
fell apart! And all that time Roy, my hubby sensed 
nothing. Our sex life even improved, because I was so 
highly strung after each session with Shay that I have 
fucked Roy as a wild animal. So we spent the time in 
sucking and fucking all those two years, but I still 
didn't get pregnant. 


Part 3 

We made love almost every week, but in time it was 
getting harder and harder to keep from going all the 
way. At last we got to 'dry humping' – I mean Shay 
would lie naked between my closely held thighs, his big 
cock rubbing between them making them a sort of cunt. 
God it was anything but dry! I was dripping wet and I 
came so much that haven't been able to keep my thighs 
tight and they repeatedly spread open, with his lovely 
cock sliding along my cunt. Every time he hit my clit, 
I came, moaning and screaming like some damned whore. 

I tell you, I had never known until then that I could 
squirt! I squirted gallons, luckily I was the one who 
took the bed-sheets to the laundry. At last I couldn't 
keep it any more. One day while "dry fucking" I 
directed his bludgeon to my open cunt letting the thick 
head sink in and screamed, "FUCK ME!"

To my amazement and dismay, Shay pulled out! He said 
that now, only months away from his sixteenth birthday, 
he wouldn't make a criminal out of me! I pleaded with 
him, damning all the stupid regulations about age, I 
wept, I even tried to force him! He was adamant. No, he 
wouldn't send me to jail-no way ! So I had to accept 
that fucked up situation, yearning for his cock, 
praying for the time to pass quickly.

The darling boy did make the waiting shorter. He had 
found out that by the Jewish calendar, he became 
sixteen two weeks earlier than by the regular calendar! 
I was besides my self with joy. You simply can't 
imagine the torture that my yearning for him gave me. 
All my body would actually ache, starting with my pussy 
and the aches climbing into my belly, hurting and 
burning in my nipples and giving me monstrous migraines 
if I didn't rub to orgasm right away. 

At last the day has come. With fluttering heart I had 
prepared for it. I had spread perfumed bed-spread on 
Shay's bed, I had strewn the floor with rose petals, I 
had put on the special, sexy transparent nightie that I 
had bought specially for this day... I needn't have 
bothered, especially with the night gown-Shay didn't 
have time to notice it. Moments after Roy left for 
work, Shay, who had to be lying in ambush, rang the 
bell. I ran to the door with fluttering heart, and 
opened it with a burning pussy. 

Shay's cock was in me, with my leg wrapped around his 
loins, even before we slammed the door closed. I was so 
high strung, that I was coming even as we hit floor, 
and Shay came in me, shooting his huge hot stream into 
my vagina, only a moment and a few humps later. We 
rolled all over the floor, his fat, rock hard cock 
never leaving my cunt, loosing our clothes on the way. 
The flimsy material of my night-dress must have 
evaporated with the heat of my body, because I have 
never found it again.

We ended with Shay on top of me, pounding his huge dick 
into my expectant vagina, bludgeoning its way up to my 
crevice! OH, how good it felt! I screamed and heaved he 
roared and slammed and filled me so tight! And then, my 
pelvis bucking under him like some wild horse, he came 
again, shooting a steaming hot stream directly into my 
uterus! I came too, yelling loudly. 

Oh how much I craved this stream of his manhood to 
quench my flames! When I had milked him dry, I took him 
by the hand and pulled him to my marital bed, and 
pushing him on his back I straddled him. His huge cock 
was still hard ! And erect! Straddling him, I climbed 
up his pole, and mounting it I pointed it directly into 
my dripping opening and slid down. Even with all the 
lubrication of his previous come and my juices, his 
huge cock had to bludgeon it's way into me inch by inch 
–and I was enjoying every single one! All the stiff, 
fat seven inches of him! (Yes, he did grow. And he was 
still growing. He is over eight inches now, and I hope 
he'll stop at this size, because I can't swallow any 
bigger, and I just love sucking him) 

At last I had him entirely in myself! OOH! How can I 
describe my feelings?! I was full! I was stretched out 
to my utmost, feeling his manhood uniting with me deep 
in my womb! OH GOD! I felt like I was expanding, 
filling the whole world, with him filling me to my 
brim! I started to move little moves, afraid that I 
would spill over. The little stirrings turned to heaves 
and soon I was riding and galloping to heaven! When I 
had finished coming, Shay rolled me over, and spreading 
my legs he pounded into me with a furry! And more, and 
more, and more !He was grunting and roaring with me 
yelling for more, rolling and rotating my ass as much 
as the position and his fat cock allowed me and we came 
again! 

Finally, we slumped down, utterly exhausted. We cuddled 
lovingly. While he was hugging me, gently fondling my 
tits, I was showering kisses on his sweet face and 
lips, slowly moving down and down until I reached his 
glorious column. Oh, it was erect again! And towering 
and hard, and hot, and throbbing and I couldn't but 
kiss it, sucking it into my mouth! Savoring the rich 
taste of our combined juices, I licked it dry-and we 
went for another round. 

We fucked all that long day. We fucked in bed, we 
fucked in the shower, his shoves literally lifting me 
off the ground, we fucked on the kitchen table, amidst 
all the platters and utensils. While eating ice-cream, 
Shay has licked it off my body, and stuffing some of it 
into my cunt he was soon pounding it inside with his 
monstrous tool. Oh, I had never felt such HOT feeling! 
The cold stuff was burning my entrails, numbing my 
sensations only to increase them even more when it was 
thawing! I went off with a bang!

So it went all day long until my husband was about to 
return from work. I had asked Shay to stick his cock 
into me from behind, and stay there to the last second, 
but he did better than that! He stuffed his huge cock 
into me, and fucking me from behind he was ejaculating 
as we heard Roy's keys in the door. So I have met my 
hubby with Shay's semen dripping down my thighs, 
wearing a smile from ear to ear.

Of course I got pregnant! The intensity of our love 
making alone must have caused me to ovulate. 

That night, after hubby had fallen sleep, I slipped out 
from our bed into Shay's. We made love all that night 
too, until sunrise, mostly in the bath-room, in order 
to allay any suspicions Roy may have had, had he 
awakened . He didn't.

I sent Shay to school that morning, ordering him to go 
afterwards back home so that he wouldn't be missed, and 
so he did, but he did still find an hour to slip away 
from home and call on me – and we fucked like rabbits. 
And so we did each and every day of my pregnancy. We 
fucked at home and we fucked in his mother's house-when 
she was away for her weekly beauty treatment. 

We fucked in the store-room of the gym, when Shay had a 
late night training, and once, when Roy was in bed with 
the flue, I used the pretext of taking the garbage out, 
and I fucked on my fours, like a bitch in heat, behind 
the garbage bins. At the end of wonderful nine months, 
I gave birth to a beautiful daughter-and I have made 
appoint to fuck Shay on his seventeenth birthday again. 

Now, that he is nearly eighteen, I'm pregnant again 
with his second daughter. 

For the time being, Roy hasn't started to have 
suspicion, and I'm half inclined to admit the truth if 
he does. On the other hand, it will be rough on Shay, 
wouldn't it?