This choice: A year later and your lives are very different. • Go Back...Chapter #5A year later and your lives are very different. by: Wassel   "Hey, David... I'm home!" you called out as you pushed open the front door. Glad to finally be done with school for the day and especially looking forward to seeing your brother. Despite the fact that you were now well into your senior year, school really did suck. Finding it so God damn boring and monotonous. Much preferring to be here.
"Hey yourself," you heard your mother's soft, sweet voice reply a moment later. A voice that you'd come to recognize as belonging to him, as well as to her. his. Which was much different from how it had been at the start. Back when this had all been so new and neither of you have the faintest idea what was going on.
Things were much different now though, and closing the door behind you, you followed this sound through to the living room, where you found him sitting on the couch. Your mother's once shoulder length hair now being much longer. David having (after getting used to it being there) allowed it to grow. Which wasn't the only thing that had grown either. Your mom's beautiful face breaking into a warm and welcoming grin as he pushed himself up. A task that wasn't as easy as it used to be, due to the large, eight month pregnant belly that was nestled beneath his fluffy pink robe. Pushing out like a giant beach ball from beneath her equally large chest. This of course being a development that neither of you had expected. Though, once it had happened, you'd both fully embraced. There after all, being no way of undoing him being pregnant.
"How was school?" he asked as he got onto his feet and waddled his way over. While you meanwhile quickly closed the distance so that he didn't have to move so far.
"Oh you know... Same old same old," you told him. "Nothing exciting ever happens there. Not like it does here..."
Embracing your little brother then and feeling his huge stomach and heavy milk filled breasts crush up against you. Bringing your lips to meet his and kissing him hard. Your tongues intertwining and dancing with one another, while the hard on you were now rocking poked right up against him. It not matter how often you saw him like this, all pregnant and super fertile, it still turned you on immensely. As did the fucked up knowledge that you were now making out with both your brother and your mom. Being, for want of a better description, very much in love. In love and looking forward to having a baby together. A baby that who would not only be your son or daughter, but your sibling also. His too. This definitely being the weirdest, most twisted family unit there was ever going to be. And all because, eleven months ago, David finally found acceptance of his new female form and invited you to share in it too. Starting out as just watching, then masturbating along with him, before finally graduating into sex. Which, powered by this taboo, soon got more adventurous and exotic. Until the two of you had basically done every single thing in the book. The fact that you spent so much time together and were intimate in this way (sharing things with each other that you'd never share with anyone else) transforming this strange sibling/mother-son relationship into something else. Something so much deeper. Especially after finding out that he was pregnant with your child and deciding to keep it. Realizing that, as impossible as it might seem, you'd actually fallen for each other in a way that no siblings ever could nor should. Essentially playing the parts of husband and wife when it was just the two of you alone. Which it mostly was.
"Mmm," you happily moaned, after playing tonsil hockey for a good thirty seconds and groping one of your mother's giant, swollen breasts. "Coming home to this definitely brightens up my day."
"Well, having you come home definitely brightens up mine," he replied. Informing you that, "It gets real lonely here, just me and the little guy." Which, having not discovered what the sex was yet, was how you referred to the baby. "Sucks that summer vacation couldn't have lasted longer."
"Tell me about it," you agreed. The past few months, before you'd returned to school having been by far and away the best you'd ever had. You and David having gotten up to all kinds of freaky shit. Not to mention some romantic stuff too. Your brother having found himself embracing his feminine side more and more. Especially with all the extra hormones that were now running amok inside his body. Asking him with a chuckle, "You really think that if I had the choice I'd be sitting in Sweaty Swanson's Math class bored out of my skull when I could be here with you? Fuck no!" That not even being in question.
"Glad to hear it," he smiled. Giving you another soft little peck on the lips. Before that smile got a lot more lewd. In a way that your actual mother's never had. "And anyway, speaking of 'coming', how about you give your Mommy some loving." Pulling away from you again as he waddled back towards the couch. That massive belly and those boobs visible even from behind. "She's horny as hell and her pussy isn't going to eat itself."
Watching then as he sat himself down and spread his legs apart. Which, as was pretty much always the case now, were encased in nylon stockings. Black ones. Ever since you'd mentioned how much you loved lingerie and he'd agreed. Even if he had to hide it beneath his other clothing. It turning him on to wear it just as much as it did you. Especially when it came to his heavily pregnant form.
Giving a little salute then, "Yes, m'am." While he pulled the tie on his robe and revealed the beauty of said form that lied beneath. Having become quite obsessed with your mother's mature, large breasted, hourglass shape before, but now... Now it really was something special. Something that really needed to be seen to be believed.
It having been her aforementioned breasts that had persuaded you in the first place to engage in act that you knew you shouldn't. What with them having always been really big. Bigger even than you'd initially realized. An honest to God J cup. Which had blown you away even back then. Despite the fact that they had a lot more sag, stretch marks, veins and other visible imperfections than the porno tits you were more used to looking up online. Now though, with the pregnancy and getting ready to produce milk for your child, your mother's breasts had gotten even larger. By two or three cup sizes at least. Being so much fuller, rounder and looking almost like thy might burst. Those veins having become that much darker and more prominent, while her already wide areola and thick nipples had grown even more so. Being like dinner plates almost, with long, stubby brown nips. Fatter than any you'd ever seen before. The two of which were sat above that bloated round belly. Sloping slightly off either side of her torso due to their immensely heavy weight. Her belly meanwhile had always been ever so lightly padded. Not fat but not slim either. Having just a little bit of left over flab from having to carry you and your brother around inside her. Now though it was a huge spherical shaped bump. Her belly button having popped out and there being a feint little line running beneath it. Which you found super hot. Absolutely loving the fact that inside of it was the very same womb that housed your child. That had once housed the both of you as well. Finding this stuff now unbelievably kinky and not forgetting for even a minute that this was where you came from.
Speaking of which... Beneath that belly, where your mother's small and orderly patch of blonde pubic hair once grew, it was now perfectly smooth. And had been for months. Both you and David very much preferring the shaved look. Allowing you (and him when he was looking in the mirror) an unhindered view of your mother's exquisite looking sex. Which had also been effected by the pregnancy. Both the outer and inner lips having swollen and gotten much bigger. Not to mention darkened slightly in color. Gaping open a lot more as well. Which they were doing right now. Allowing you, even without him using his fingers to spread himself open, to catch a glimpse of that soft pink flesh and the small cavern that led to the very place of your creation. To the place that your mouth and tongue were about to return. Licking your lips in anticipation and feeling your dick begin to twitch. Eating out your own birth place definitely being high up on your list of favorite things. Loving both your mother's and now your little brother's flavor. Nothing in the world tasting quite as nice.
Being beckoned over by him then as his hands grabbed at those huge tits. Tits that he was barely able to lift with one hand. He managed it though, and in a move that both he and you loved, he pushed the left one up to his mouth and began licking and sucking at the fat brown nub. The very boob that you'd once nursed from, and would soon be bursting again with milk. Meaning that you'd get to do it all over again. Which neither of you could wait for.
Right now though you couldn't wait for was to to dive between your mother's thick thighs and feast from her very essence. And so, tossing your backpack to the floor, you did exactly that. Burying your face as far into her already wet and meaty snatch as you could. Attacking every inch of it with your tongue. Which had the intended reaction. Listening to your brother moan through his mouthful of breast. Indicating that he was enjoying it just as much as you were. Perhaps even more. Having been so incredibly horny these past few months that even you, with your youthful teenage energy, had found it difficult to keep up. Worried at times that your dick might actually snap off, or at least be worn down to nothing, given how insatiable he could be. David definitely having zero hang ups when it came to being fucked. Loving your mom's vagina way more than he'd ever loved his own cock.
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