I couldn’t imagine stopping now. Not so soon after we just started. I could never go back to holding back my desires for him. To go un-fucked. Even if it did mean the odd scare now and them.
To be honest, I wasn’t as worried about it as I should have been. If it happened, it happened. It was worth it for what I had with Kyle.
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Several months had passed since that fateful day. Back then we had been doubtful of rescue. Now we were sure no one would come. Though, we found ourselves thankful of that. What we had here was better than the life we had back home. There was always a plentiful supply of fruits and nuts on the island. More than we, or the birds, could ever eat. Kyle had finally learnt to spear fish. Though, still not that well. He did bring a fish back to the cave every now and then. It was a delicious addition to our diet, though I preferred the taste of his cum when he only ate fruit.
I woke to see the morning sun streaming into the cave. Kyle wasn’t beside me. We had made a large bed of palm fronds for the both of us to sleep together. Not having felt the need to sleep alone for a long time.
As I rolled over I heard footsteps approaching. I looked up to see Kyle step inside, a big banana leaf full of fruit in his arms.
‘Good morning,’ he said upon seeing me awake. ‘I have breakfast.’
‘Mmm, good, I’m starving.’
I sat up with difficulty. My large pregnant belly inhibiting my movement.
‘How did you sleep?’
‘Good,’ I mused. ‘The baby was restless for a bit, but settled down.’
He came over and put a rough hand on my large belly.
‘He’s going to be as energetic as me, I guess.’
‘Who says it’ll be a boy?’
‘I just know it will.’
‘And I thought you’d be a girl before I gave birth to you.’
‘All the more reason that I’m right. You only give birth to strong boys.’
I giggled before biting my finger in a teasing way. ‘And will this strong boy grow up to knock up his poor mum like you have?’
He rolled his eyes and flashed me a cheeky grin.
I giggled before slowly getting to my feet under the weight of my belly.
We were never sure if it was that day so many months ago when I fell pregnant, or one of the other times when Kyle didn’t pull out in time. I had begun to wonder if he started to do it on purpose. Though, even as his pulling out too late became a daily occurrence, I never found myself correcting for him. I let him. As the idea formed in my mind, it grew. Becoming a desire as strong as my urge to fuck him. I wanted him to impregnate me. I wanted to have his baby.
Soon, I started having morning sickness and my belly began to swell. After that point we didn’t hold back. He plastered my insides with as much incestuous cum as I could take. Many times I went to sleep with a pool of my son’s cum oozing out between my legs. Running down my thighs. It felt wonderful. I imagined how it would have felt for him to impregnate me with that kind of vigour. That our shared desire to impregnate me had not been so hidden. That we knew what we were trying to do and did so without a care.