Family Union, In More Ways Than One
“Pound, sit up properly, they’ll be here any minute.”
“Does this really matter? I mean, aren’t they family?”
“Pound, I will not have you embarrassing me in front of Cup. Now sit up and straighten your tie.”
Pound glared daggers at his father, which were only deflected by his more intense stare. He sighed, begrudgingly sitting up straight in his chair. He fumbled with his tie, shuffling it around until it resembled something presentable. His unfamiliarity with the formal attire he’d been strapped into by his father reflected his current feelings about the situation.
Of course, he didn’t reveal those feelings. His father was a good dad like any other. He’d taken care of him all on his own for almost 20 years now. Never once did he question his lack of a mother, simply because it didn’t matter much to him. Still, he’d have to be blind to miss the excitement on his dad’s face when he opened that email. He deserved this, and he didn't want to ruin it for him.
“This isn’t a job interview,” mumbled Pound, giving up on fixing his tie. His snarky comment went ignored. His phone buzzed dully in his pocket, pulling his attention away from his dad. He was sure it was his buddy’s checking in on him from rugby practice, so he ignored them. After this whole thing was over, he’d have time to catch up with them.
“Ah!” In the few moments he wasn’t paying attention, his father let out a small gasp. He fixed his own slightly crooked posture, then cleared his throat. “I-It’s nice to see you again, Cup.”
“Likewise, Carrey.” Pound wasn't expecting much, and so he had nothing much to be nervous about, unlike his dad. Having never met his mom, there was no need to be. But after laying eyes on her, he could see why his dad was so nervous. “Mind if I take a seat across from you?”
Cup was definitely a looker, even for her age. If he didn’t know this woman was his mother, Pound would have guessed she was in her late twenties instead of her forties. Her face was roundish and soft, with a noticeable layer of makeup, and her hair was a bed of large curls.
“Oh, of course not! Be my guest!” She walked around the table, taking her seat. “You too, Pumpkin, get comfortable!”
Pound’s eyes met the silent member of their party of four. She was young, fair-skinned, and absolutely beautiful. Like her mother, she’d come in a summer dress reflecting the recent turn of the season. Unlike Cup, though, her’s was a solid blue, contrasting nicely with her short, orange hair. It reminded Pound of his father, funnily enough.
Once she took her seat, they met eyes, Just like him, she seemed to be looking him over. He raised an eyebrow at her long stare.
“Hello,” offered Pound. It was nearly a mumble, but Pumpkin heard it fine. She smiled wide and waved.
“Heya.” She laughed right afterward, covering it with her palm. “It’s kinda a bit awkward to talk with my brother like an interviewer.” Pound smirked.
“Yeah, I thought the same thing.” He chuckled under his breath. “Maybe that’s a twin thing?”
“It very well could be, dear,” said Cup, entering the conversation. She laughed as well. “Oh, it’s so good to see you all grown up. You know, the last time we were this close was when I could hold you in one arm, you know?”
“They do grow up so fast, don’t they?” Carrot nodded. “Pound went from chasing after me to chasing after god know’s what. I can’t even keep up with all the things he does nowadays.”
“Oh?” hummed Cup, looking at Pound again. “I wish I could have been there to see it.” At that moment, Pound could feel the mood plummet. His eyes quickly scanned his surroundings to get a new topic, finding one in the menu of the diner they were seated in.
“Oh yeah, I've been trying something out,” said Pound, quickly scanning their menu. “I don’t eat here too often, and I wanted to give every menu item a try.”
“Oh, that sounds pretty interesting,” Pumpkin chimed. They met eyes, his plan being understood immediately. “Any suggestions for me and mom?”
“Let me think.” He quickly scanned the menu, then pointed at an item. “This lunch platter is a pretty good first item. I think me and dad both got this, right?”
“Uh, yeah, I think so.” He chuckled nervously, pointlessly shuffling his own tie before picking up his own menu. “Yeah, that should be good.”
“What are you getting?” asked Pumpkin, picking up her own menu. “Are we all getting the same thing?”
“Oh, no way.” Pound flipped through quickly, tapping on a completely different item. “I’m getting the 4 meat mountain. I’ll probably beat it this time.” Thankfully, that got the three at the table to laugh, finally pulling the mood out of the gutter.
On cue, a waiter visited their table, quickly taking their orders. The diner, Crossroads Cuisine, was well known for its lightning-fast service. They only got a bit more conversation out before their food was brought to the table. Having loosened up the mood, Pound loosened his tie, before picking up his utensils and beginning to dig in.
“Slow down, Pound, the food’s not going anywhere,” said Cup. Though he didn’t think he was eating that fast, he slowed his pace and responded with a small nod. “And Carrey, are you sure you’ll be okay with just that small thing?”
“I’ve been eating less recently,” he answered, taking a bite of his small chicken salad. He wiped his mouth before he continued. “I suppose a little bit of a loss of appetite is a sign that I’m getting older, huh?”
“You don’t look that old,” said Pumpkin with a smile.
“Neither of you do, really,” added Pound. “You guys rock your forties well.” Cup giggled, then nodded.
“Thank you, dearie.” Before another word of conversation could come out, Pound’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He looked around the table, noticing everyone focusing on their food, then slowly got to his feet.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, pointing his thumb behind him. “Bathroom.”
“Hurry back,” said Cup with a chuckle. “I might help myself to your plate if you’re too slow, now.” Pound quickly slipped away, turning a corner and stopping right before the bathroom stalls. He leaned on a wall, and pulled out his phone, scrolling through his messages. As he thought, there were lots of messages from his teammates, and they were starting to bother him with all the buzzing.
“Oh, you were here.” Pound jumped, quickly turning to meet Pumpkin. She looked at the phone in his hands, then back to his eyes. “Girlfriend calling you?”
“Nah, that’s not it,” he said, waving his hand in dismissal. He quickly turned his notifications off, then slipped his phone back into his pocket. “Just a couple of friends I wanted to tell off.”
“Yeah, I get you.” She chuckled, then waited in silence. They were around the same height, but it still seemed like Pumpkin was looking up at him from below. After a few seconds of awkwardness, she stepped forward. “Oh, your tie is all crooked.”
“Do you know how to tie one? I'm hopeless with these things.” Pound watched her close the distance in an instant, making him jump slightly. Her hands quickly found his chest, completely undoing the tie in a single motion. This close, he could smell the faint scent of perfume on her body, as well as a bit of a sweat. They mixed well.
“Yeah, my boyfriend was really big on bows and ties,” she said, deftly pulling his tie back together. “My ex, if that wasn’t clear.”
“Yeah, I get you. Wait…” he raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t you just say that?” She chuckled.
“I guess that's twin magic," she said with a nod. There was a small pause before she continued. “Thanks for fixing the atmosphere earlier. Those two look like they’re the type to get awkward with each other.”
“We probably shouldn’t have left them alone, then,” responded Pound. Pumpkin’s hands stopped for a moment, then she quickly restarted.
“I just thought that maybe giving them some space and alone time would be best.” She looked up from the tie and met Pound’s downward gaze. “Besides, you left me there to fend for myself to answer your girlfriend’s text.”
“It wasn’t my girlfriend!” he repeated. She giggled, then finished up his tie, patting him on the chest twice to finish off. “O-Oh, thanks.”
“Don’t mention it!” She smiled and clapped a bit. “Well, I’m going to go freshen up a bit. You can head on back to the table if you want.” She raised an eyebrow and turned her smile a bit devious. “Or we can go together.”
“That’d probably be for the best,” said Pound with a sigh. Pumpkin paused, her eyes widening. It took Pound a second to realize what he said before correcting himself. "I-I meant to go back to the table together... nevermind, I'll head back now." If he didn’t know any better, he could have sworn he saw a slight blush on her face.
“Y-Yeah, of course.” Her sentence was cut off. She quickly grabbed him in a hug, pressing her head into his chest. Pound was confused for a bit, before he could ask any questions, she pulled away. She rushed behind him and into the female bathroom. Pound looked at the door for a few moments, confusion written on his face, before shrugging and turning away.
Approaching his table, he could see his mother smiling as his dad spoke. Even without knowing their conversation, Pound was happy to see them getting along. He wasn't expecting a full reunion, but being on good terms was the goal of this whole meeting.
“Ah, you’re back!” Cup, being on the opposite side of the table, noticed him first. He smiled as he took his seat. “I hope you didn’t want that bit of beef on the edge of your plate.”
“I don't mind, you can have it,” he said. “I wasn’t sure if I could eat this whole thing anyway.”
“Your tie,” commented Carrot, looking down at his chest. “Looks like you finally fixed it.”
“Oh, this was Pumpkin,” responded Pound. “She knew how to properly do it, so I just let her tie it for me.”
“That girl is always so caring,” said Cup with a small smile. “I’m glad to see you two getting along so well.”
“Well, we are twins after all.” Pumpkin’s voice popped up behind Pound. Her hands were behind her back as she passed by him, then in front when she sat down. She grabbed one of the towels on the table and began drying her hands vigorously. She looked like she was struggling to get something off.
“That’s true,” said Carrot. “I never told you this, Pound, but Pumpkin is actually your older sister by a few minutes. Well, I'm not sure if you were wondering that, but now you know.”
“It actually did cross my mind,” he said, turning to Pumpkin. Her eyes were on her plate. “Guess I should call you big sis from now on, huh?” Pound chuckled and Pumpkin looked up from her plate. She started at Pound for a moment, then smiled.
“Yeah,” said Pumpkin. “That’d be nice.”
Pound was the first to leave the car once it pulled into the driveway of their house. It was hardly a change of scenery, as they just pulled in right next to a small bakery the two had made their home over the years. The large Sugarcube Corner sign sat proud and tall above the door.
“Oh...” Cup left the car second, her eyes glued to the sign. She put her hand over her mouth and squinted her eyes. “It’s been so long.”
“So this was my childhood home…” The house seemed to have a similar star-striking effect on Pumpkin, who looked at it with wide eyes. She turned to Cup, putting a hand on her shoulder. “You okay, mom?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” She wiped her face with a small napkin. Leaving the car last, Carrot joined his son, watching the pair from across the car. Once Cup gathered herself, she took a deep breath.
“Let’s head inside,” said Carrot, pulling out his bunch of keys. It only took him a bit to find the right key, then he was on his way in.
The bottom floor, the store, was pretty standard as far as bakeries went. A long, glass display of pastries and bread, racks lining the wall with even more goods, and a back entrance leading to a large kitchen where lines of ovens lie. Cup stepped forward first, running her hand over the glass displays.
“They’re still warm to the touch,” she mumbled. Pound nearly missed it.
“Everything’s still baked fresh,” he said, going to her side. “I kept everything the same. Even that.” Cup followed his finger, a gasp coming out of her mouth once she laid eyes on the sign above the counter. “It probably wouldn’t feel the same without it hanging there.”
Pound glanced up to the sign that had hung above the bakery for as long as he’d been conscious. A simple wooden plaque with the words “Life is What You Bake it” etched in. It was a bit corny, but Pound didn’t pay it much attention anyways. Once he glanced at Cup, though, he knew there must have been some deeper meaning he wasn’t aware of.
He felt Pumpkin approach him before he saw or heard her. The side of her dress brushed up against his arm as she leaned in close.
“We should probably give them some space,” she whispered. He looked at her for a second, then nodded.
“I’m gonna head up to my room,” said Pound, going behind the counter, and heading up the stairs. Pumpkin quickly and silently followed behind him. “Call me if you need me.”
At the top of the stairs, the actual house revealed itself. There was a small living room with a couch, a large recliner, and a TV. Pound crossed through it to the hallway opposite the staircase leading to a collection of doors. He popped open the first one on his right, pushing into his own room.
“Sorry about the mess,” he said before flicking his light on. He walked in further, letting Pumpkin pass him and see the room for herself. He tried following her gaze, but she flickered to so many things, he couldn’t keep up.
“What mess?” she said, gingerly walking around. Underneath her feet, a small, blue, circular carpet sat on top of the red one already in the room. She walked around the glass table in the middle, pausing to admire the walls. Her hand reached out for the rugby uniform that hung there. “You play?”
“Yeah, since I was a kid,” he said, walking to his desk. He fumbled with his tie, trying to loosen it. “I’ve only broken a couple of bones over it.” She chuckled.
“Guess you’re a lot tougher than you look,” she said, moving from there to his bed. She paused, looking down at the bed, her hands drifting idly over the sheets. “C-Can I sit on your bed?”
“Yeah, that’s cool,” he said, still wrestling with his tie. Pumpkin wasn’t messing around earlier. She tied it so that it would fit snuggly around his neck, but not choke him. Now, he was struggling to undo that tightness. “Um… can you help me with this?”
“Hmm?” She looked over to him from her seat. “Oh, the tie. You’re really not good with these, are you?” She motioned him to come closer, and he obliged. From her seat, she reached up to his neck, slowly undoing her progress. “How do you wear ties normally?”
“Oh, I don’t. Dad kinda pushed me into this,” he answered with a sigh. “He was so excited to meet… mom after so long, he kinda had a nervous breakdown and got me wrapped up in it too.”
“Is it weird to call her mom?” she asked, not looking up from his chest. “I’m not criticizing you, or anything. I understand. It’s a little hard to call him dad.” She stopped for a second, then met Pound’s eyes. “I’m sure we’ll all get used to each other before long.”
“Yeah.” She accepted Pound’s simple answer, then went back to his tie. This time, he closely watched her hands as they worked. “How often did your ex wear ties?” Her hands tightened up, and Pound immediately wished he didn’t bring it up.
“It was part of his work uniform,” she answered. She’d finished with the tie, leaving it dismantled around his neck. Without pausing, she reached for the buttons of his dress shirt. “He was kinda old-fashioned. Wanted me to help get him dressed in the morning and stuff, as a housewife would.”
“Sorry I brought it up,” said Pound. “Y-You don’t need to help me with the shirt, that’s okay.”
“Well, you’re a bit late for that,” she said undoing his last button. She ran a hand down his chest and to his stomach, manually ironing out the few creases she saw. “And you don’t have to apologize. I’m sure he would have come up in conversation sooner or later. Might as well get it over with, yeah?”
“Alright.” Again, she accepted his simple answer with a smile. He walked over to his closet, pulling off his now unbuttoned dress shirt and revealing the simple t-shirt underneath. “Were you going to change, too? I’ll leave if you—”
“So what’s your girlfriend like?” she asked, cutting off his question. “It’s only fair after I told you about my ex.”
“Again with this,” he said with a sigh. “I’m not seeing anyone. The phone buzzing at the diner was just a few of my buddies at practice. Probably wondering where I was.”
“Oh...” Her voice changed, getting lower than before. He glanced behind him, but only saw her looking away. He turned his attention back to his closet. “But… how?”
“How? I wish I knew,” he said with a chuckle. He folded his dress shirt and put it on top of his other dirty clothes. Then, he slipped out of his dress pants, revealing the basketball shorts he’d worn underneath. If his dad knew, he’d probably flip his top. “I guess I’m just a late bloomer. You’re the first girl to ever spend any kind of time in my room.” He chuckled. “As pathetic as that sounds.”
“N-No, no, that’s not… pathetic.” Her voice was getting smaller and smaller, with more breaks. Was she trying to hold back laughter? It would be understandable, his situation was a bit funny.
But when he turned out of his closet, he saw the truth. She was tilting to the side, her hand covering her face. Even from a few feet away, he could tell that something was up. He slowly approached her from the side, noticing that she wasn’t just bent over, but sweating quite a bit.
“Hey, you alright?” Once he got closer, he could see her shivering. He reached out to her shoulder, tapping it gently. “Pumpkin?”
She jumped at his touch, shivering even more. Now, Pound was genuinely concerned. He reached out to her face, grabbing onto her wrist. Her eyes flickered to him, and she pulled back against him.
“N-No, I’m fine.” Her words were followed by a shaky sigh. “Just a bit… hot.”
“But you’re shaking,” he said, letting her wrist go. She turned her body to him, giving him a better look at her face. It was red, all the way back to her ears, her eyes fervently avoided his own. He leaned in to touch her forehead. 'You don't seem like you have a fever or anything."
“Close…” Pound could barely hear her now, even this close. She took another shaky breath, then closed her eyes.
“Sorry, I’ll give you some space.” Pound backed away but was grabbed by the wrist. Pound looked down at her, and she finally met his eyes. Her shaking slowly subsided, and she moved her hand from her mouth.
“I can’t do this anymore.” Her lips pursed, and her grip tightened. Pound stayed silent, waiting for her to speak. He wasn’t entirely sure what to do. After a few moments of nothing, Pumpkin pulled at him. “If I don’t do this now, I won’t make it through the day.”
“What is it?” asked Pound, his voice lowering to match her own.”I-If it’s in my power, I’ll help you.” Pumpkin paused, then leaned forward, pressing her forehead to his chest. Pound thought she wanted a hug, but instead of wrapping him in a hug, she began gently rubbing her face on him. He opened his mouth to ask a question, but it died in his throat once she reached his neck. He kept completely still until he felt the small wet sensation of her tongue against his neck.
Goosebumps spread down his body, and his fight or flight kicked in. He jumped backward, stumbling over the carpet and hitting the floor with a mean thud. Unfazed, Pumpkin followed him down, crawling toward him on her hands and knees. She reached him, now frozen in place once again, and wrapped herself around him in a hug. Her body fit between his legs, her chest pressed against his and her head was once again by his neck. This time, though, she spoke.
“When you found out you had a sister…” she paused. “What did you think?”
“What did I think?” he repeated. Her grip around him tightened, and her breath was hot against his neck. “I… I don’t remember. I don’t know.”
“That’s okay.” She giggled softly, which only intensified the goosebumps. “If I were normal, I probably wouldn’t remember either.” Pound said nothing, only waiting for Pumpkin to explain herself. “When mom told me that she was reconnecting with dad, at first, I didn’t care. I couldn’t care less about a man that didn’t show up for a single birthday party or send a single card. No… it was when she told me that you existed that I perked up.”
“Why?” The question slipped out of him. “What’s so special about me?”
“You’re my brother,” she said plainly. “My brother, my own brother! I couldn’t sleep that night or the next one. I was thinking so hard about what I should wear, and how I should act around you.” She squeezed him harder. “I… wanted to be with you. I wanted… I needed you to fuck me.”
Pound felt his mind vacate at that moment. The silent tension in the room could crush an elephant, and the ferocity of Pumpkin’s grasp threatened to cut his circulation. Pound had to say something, but every attempt was beaten down by the atmosphere.
“I know you’ll hate me for being bad,” she said, digging her head into his neck. Again, he could see her begin shivering. “But if I didn’t tell you, I would have burst.” Pumpkin pulled back, meeting Pound’s eyes. He could tell she was mustering every bit of courage she could just to look at him. “Don’t lie. Tell me the truth. Do you hate me?”
“No…” Pound answered immediately. He shook his head. “No, no, I don’t hate you, but… I can’t.” Pumpkin smiled, but Pound saw the tears welling up in her eyes. “Pumpkin, w-we’re siblings. I can’t do that to you.”
“But I want this!” She raised her voice, shaking Pound to his core. Despite her attempt at a smile, it was already leaving. She pushed him down, pinning him in place. She leaned down, pausing for only a moment before bringing her lips to his. When she pulled away, her face was flushed in red. “I… I’m sorry.”
Pound wanted to do something, had to do something, but nothing happened. Despite him screaming at himself to push her off of him and get away, nothing happened. His mind was a jumbled mess, and looking at Pumpkin only sent it into more disarray.
Though, above all, there was a single, clear thought rising above everything else.
“Cute.” It slipped out. The one thing he had to keep to himself. Ever since she hugged him, he could feel the pressure in his pants, but he kept it under wraps. Now, it seemed like it was him that couldn’t keep this in.
She kissed him again, this time without a pause. It was a long kiss, her soft lips softly and gently playing around with his. His hand originally meant to push her off found its way to her chest, gently caressing her palm-sized breasts. She moaned softly against his lips, shaking under his touch. She pressed forward, breaking through his lips with her tongue. His tongue, once shy, eagerly danced with hers. She pulled away first, but only enough to speak.
“Take off my dress.” She led his off-hand to her back, helping him find the zipper. He quickly tugged at it, unzipping her entire outfit in one fell swoop. She slowly got to her feet, slipping out of the dress. Once she was done, she was left in a fancy, black bra and a pair of black, form-fitting shorts. She covered her exposed stomach with her arms and averted her eyes. “Am I still cute?”
“Yeah,” he said, getting to his feet. They looked at each other, before sharing another kiss. Pound pulled away. “I still don’t think we should do this, Pumpkin.”
“I know…” She said, hugging him again. “But I’m so happy that you accepted me for being bad despite that.”
“You’re not bad,” said Pound, hugging her back. “Just… different, I think.” Pumpkin giggled, the pulled away.
“I don’t want to do something you’d hate.” She reached behind her, and unfastened her bra, letting it fall to the ground. “But I will be happy if we just do it once. That’s all I want.” Pound pursed his lips, looked down at her breasts, then nodded.
“I’ll try to make this the best it can be.” For the first time, he initiated the kiss, taking Pumpkin by surprise. He lifted her by the legs, leading her to his bed. Once her back touched the sheets, she wrapped one of her legs around his. He reached down, slipping past her shorts and panties, to press against her lips. Almost immediately, Pumpkin cried out in muffled pleasure.
“Wait, wait!” she whispered. Her hand covered his. “T-Take my panties off. I don’t want them to get wet.” Pound chuckled.
“I’ll try to slow down…” He slipped two fingers inside of her, making her leg shoot outward in shock. “But no way I’m stopping.” He used his off hand to slowly pull her shorts down, and his main hand to quickly explore Pumpkin. He wasn’t sure if she was sensitive, or if he was very lucky, but her weak spots were very easy to locate. If he brushed past a normal spot, she’d be able to withstand it, but once he pressed down on her especially squishy, tender parts, her back would lurch upward like she was ready to cum right then and there. He didn't ignore her top either, licking her perky, sensitive nipples quickly, making them bounce and dance. Lost in the pleasure, Pound could feel Pumpkin's heartbeat increase through her chest.
Her shorts slipped off easily, but with his tenacious assault on her pussy, he wouldn’t be able to get her panties off before she came. He thought quickly, sliding her black lace panties to the side and replacing his fingers with his tongue. He was only able to lap at her a few times before she closed her legs around his neck and arched her back. Her moaning was muffled by her thighs, but even if they weren’t, Pound was distracted by the small stream of cum he had to lap up. Once he had his fill, he pulled away slightly, admiring his work.
“Are you… are you sure you don’t have a girlfriend?” Pound chuckled again, then spread her pussy lips with his thumb, inserting the other hand’s fingers in as he did. "How'd you know how to do that?"
“I kinda just winged it.” He licked at her clit, causing another big reaction. “Is this your first time?”
“Y-yes, ah,” she moaned. “N-No more foreplay. I want you now.” Pound’s eyes went wide, and he paused for a moment. Despite his deliberation, he swallowed down his doubts and got to his feet.
“I don’t have any condoms,” he reported. “So I’ll have to pull out when I’m done, okay?” He could see the disappointment on her face clearly, but he could tell that even she knew the dangers of cumming insider her.
He slipped out of his basketball shorts, leaving only his t-shirt. Pumpkin lifted her legs out of the way, watching intensely as her brother’s cock approached her. He stopped just before her lips, prodding them eagerly. After a long, deep breath, he pushed forward, popping his sister's cherry.
With just his head marking new ground in her pussy, Pound couldn’t help but moan under his breath. This new experience of slickness and tightness sent his entire body into sensory overdrive. He could feel every hair on his body stand up once he pushed the full length in. He leaned forward, placing his arms on either side of Pumpkin’s head.
“My brother’s inside me…” mumbled Pumpkin, tears starting to flow again. She let her legs go, wrapping them around Pound’s waist, then reached up for the back of his neck. “This is the one thing I’ve wanted for so long…”
“Can I move?” asked Pound gently. Pumpkin only answered with a small nod. Pound took another deep breath, then started pushing in. Once he pulled back, he realized just how tight she was, then pushed once more. He could only get about halfway out before the urge the thrust back in took him over again.
“Harder,” she moaned. “Make me shake! Please…” Pound obliged, his pushing turning into full-on ramming after a few seconds. The loud smack of his hips hitting her round ass was addicting and came every second. Going this hard, Pound couldn’t even properly regulate his strength.
“D-Does that hurt?” Pound stopped for a moment but got his answer in the form of a hard kiss. Once she pulled away, he nodded, then continued pounding her pussy.
“Ah, ahh! Again!” Her legs tightened up and her pussy followed suit. Her second orgasm only gave Pound more reason to keep going, harder and faster. Pumpkin’s eyes flew open and she bit her lip. “Give it all to me!”
So Pound gained his second wind. He threw every bit of his energy into his hips, barging through Pumpkin with high speed and power. Pumpkin started drooling out of her constantly open, moaning mouth, the battering of her pussy becoming a drug. She seized up again, cumming for the third time in such a short span of time. But this time, Pound also had his own addition.
“I’m cumming,” he grumbled. “I’m cumming Pumpkin!” She looked at him, her teeth grit.
“Don’t pull out!” she moaned. “I want it... everything!” Pound’s heart dropped when he realized that her legs were keeping him from moving. But by now, there was no way he could stop. Once again, he swallowed his fear down and barreled forward.
He hit her g-spot with a hard squish, a steady deluge of cum bursting from his cock. Every pump sucked out of him by Pumpkin, filling her small pussy to the brim with his white, sticky mess. Every time he felt he couldn’t have anything left, he shot out another two spurts. He grasped at the bedsheets, making sure that every single shot was felt throughout Pumpkin’s pussy.
Once he finally finished, he pushed himself up again, then pulled out. After a few seconds, a stream of cum slowly followed. He sat on his floor, watching as his sister pumped his cum out of her pussy.
The realization hit him then. He could feel his heart skip a beat, and his sweat turned frigid. He took a few deep breaths, but it wasn’t working. His parents were right downstairs, and he’d lost track of time. What if they came up here at any moment to check on them? Thoughts swirled around his head, threatening to make it pop.
But in the midst of this all, Pumpkin had gotten to her feet. She immediately dropped down to him, mimicking the position they’d been in before this all started. She hugged him tightly, planting a small kiss on his neck to get his attention and calm him down.
“I love you, Pound.” Those words went straight to his heart and his stomach was swarmed with butterflies. “I love your eyes and your hair, I love your heart, and now I... love your dick.” She chuckled but hugged him tighter. “But I love everything about you.”
“I…” he couldn’t think of what to say. He hugged her back. “I love you too.”
The pair sat there in the nude for a few minutes. But to those two, they may as well have been there for years. Once Pound’s breathing returned to normal and his body wasn’t so tense, Pumpkin pulled away. She got to her feet then put her hands over her pussy. Not as if she wanted to cover it, but as if she wanted to hold back what was leaking out.
“Let’s go meet mom and dad,” she said. “We’ll… have to tell them eventually.” Pound’s eyes averted hers. “But I’ll be there with you. I will never let you be alone again.” Pound put on a small smile.
“Thank you.”
The two cleaned up to the best of their ability and got redressed. Pound had to lend Pumpkin new clothes. The ones she was wearing got stained (Much to Pumpkin’s dismay. She never let Pound hear the end of that one). Once they were relatively clean and clothed, they headed out of the room and back down the stairs.
“Oh, kids!” Carrot spoke first, a big smile on his face. Cup was behind him with a smaller smile, but still very visually happy. The two noticed that they were holding hands. “Perfect timing! Your mom and I have a big announcement to make.” Pound turned to Pumpkin, and she nodded. Their hands clasped together and they stood side by side.
“Yeah, dad,” he said, with a smile. “Us too.”
Author's Note
After-Sex Smoke
