Chapter 93

I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply. Alexa melted into my kiss, her body molding to mine. It was perfection and completeness that I felt to have her against me and I couldn’t imagine living any other way now. I just wished there was a plausible answer.

She seemed to be reading my mind. “What… what if I got pregnant?”

I looked down at her, eyebrow raised. “We’d be together in Hell, I imagine, watching my parents raise our child after they killed us dead.”

She sighed, pressing her forehead to my chest. “I know, I know, just trying to think of every possible solution, no matter how crazy. Every single one, though, leads to the destruction of my family. Nothing about this is fair for anybody. It would cost Mike and Karen their credibility and careers if their son was in a relationship with his aunt and even if we left and moved to France or somewhere, that’d still be true. The stigma would ruin them.”

I laid down on the emerald grass with her and we forgot our troubles for a time as we held one another close and kissed, murmuring to one another about how in love we were. Eventually she slid down between my legs and massaged my cock with her breasts before taking it into her mouth, sucking me to hardness. She then lay on her stomach and I rolled on top of her while she parted her legs. We moaned as I slid deep inside her. As spirited and assertive a girl as Alexa seemed to be, she loved and even craved feeling my body covering her, protecting her and dominating her. I was happy to oblige.

I pumped up and down on her for some time, causing her to groan in pleasure before I smiled evilly and knelt up- before she had a chance to recover from her languid state, I pulled her ass cheeks apart and pushed my cock head through her puckered rose. She gasped and went rigid for a moment as I pushed steadily inside her.

“Gnnnnn, sneaky nephew…” she wheezed as I filled her, finally clamping her muscles around me once I was fully in her ass. “You know I love your cock in my ass.”

She pushed herself up to her hands and knees, but I then reached forward and took hold of her opulent breasts, pulling her up into a sitting position on my lap, impaled on my throbbing member. She groaned loudly and began to move up and down while her hands joined mine in squeezing and molesting her breasts. She turned her head to the size and we kissed hungrily, our problems a thousand light years away.

Alexa hissed as strained, squirming against me urgently as she ass clenched around my cock and came, sending me over the edge. I crushed her body to me as I spurted inside her, biting her shoulder. We shook and writhed against one another until the orgasm had faded and collapsed onto our sides wearily, with me still inside her. I don’t know how long we laid there, but the sun had moved significantly west by the time we stirred. She nudged forward until my cock was out of her ass and then turned around to snuggle into me, looking deep into my eyes and holding my hand against her heart.

“I love you so much,” she whispered, her voice deep with emotion and undeniable truth. “I’m yours in every sense of the concept, Alex. It was inevitable.”

I looked back into her sapphire eyes and nodded. “Let’s come back here at night and marry one another. I know it’s not official or anything and it only makes our problem worse, in a sense, but I just don’t care, Alexa. I want to hear myself marry you and I want to hear you marry me. It’s stupid but it’s all that matters to me right now.”

Tears glistened at the corner of her eyes and she put her fingers over her mouth and she nodded. “Yes,” she said quietly. “You name the time and I’ll be there.”

***

Shopping with mom and dad was always entertaining, especially now that Alexa was along to add to the chaos. Mom was wearing one of her flouncy sundresses that made it obvious what a gorgeous cougar she was and hanging on dad’s arm, making sure every guy we passed on the street was jealous. Alexa was a tight crop-top that showed off her midriff and a sports bra beneath, probably at my mother’s insistence, so that male heads everywhere didn’t explode. She was wearing daisy dukes that hugged every curve of her luscious hips and ass and her long, perfect legs were capped with sandals that had strap heels. Her hair was in a long, single braid down her back.

I was wearing cargo shorts and a tank top while dad just wore jeans and a t-shirt advertising Black Sabbath. The combined IQ of our little tribe was well over 700, but we’d certainly not chosen to not advertise this point today.

After some browsing for a new laptop for dad, we sat down in a small artisan café for coffee and a treat. To mom’s bemusement, they didn’t take debit or credit cards and she needed to scamper across the street for actual cash. No bank machine was in the vicinity so she ended up buying something from a drug store to use their ‘cash back’ function.

She returned with two Ring Pops. Remember those things? The goofy little plastic rings for kids that had the huge ‘gems’ made of variously-coloured sugar fixed to it? Yep, two of those, which she tossed to Alexa and I.

“Don’t say I never give you anything,” she declared as we stared at her gift before she headed up to the counter to pay. They’d already given us our coffee, especially since mom had agreed to leave dad in the shop as collateral in case she didn’t return. The barista behind the counter seemed rather crestfallen when mom returned. “Honestly, where’s a bank machine when you need one?”

She turned to look at dad, sitting next to her at our table and they began discussing dinner plans while we stared at our Ring Pops and then unwrapped them. Alexa’s was some ungodly red colour while mine was a hideous cerulean shade.

“We’ve done a lot of Thai and Moroccan recently, along with Italian,” mom mused, sipping her coffee and still talking to dad. “Maybe we should switch it up?”

Dad nodded. “There’s that new Ethiopian place on Baldwin Street, that seems promising.”

“Oh, there’s a good idea,” mom agreed, nodding. “There’s also the Afghani place around the corner, so we have some options. What do you two thi-“

Mom had turned to ask us our opinion about what sort of food we wanted but stopped dead, staring. Alexa had her ring on her pinkie finger and was holding it up to my mouth. I was sucking on the sugary offering eagerly until mom saw us. After a pregnant pause, Alexa popped her ring out of my mouth, put her hands in her lap and looked at the ceiling innocently.

Mom blinked for a moment. Dad said nothing, still looking at his spouse. Slowly she turned back to look at him. “Well, let’s discuss dinner for you and I, since plainly pablum is in order for these two,” she sighed. “In any event, I personally like the Ethiopian option, I’m really feeling like-“

She paused as she noticed dad trying not to smirk and her head snapped around to look at us. This time Alexa had my ring in her mouth. It didn’t show (I hoped) but I could feel her swirling her tongue around the candy. She stopped as she noticed mom staring at her and slowly pulled her mouth off the ring and wiped at the corner of her mouth with a finger.

“Low blood sugar?” she offered.

Mom pinched her eyes for a moment and drew a deep breath. “Honey, are you absolutely certain we can survive a nine-hour road trip with Sid and Nancy here?”

I tilted my head. “Road trip?”

“Oh, right,” dad said, snapping his fingers as if he’d forgotten something. “Our friend Lil Duchesney, remember her? She’s getting married in Gatineau and invited us to the wedding. We thought we’d make a road trip of it.”

“Cool,” I replied. “When is it?”

“Not until the last week of August, so we’ve got a few days yet. But we thought we’d make it a road trip, rather than fly out and feel rushed.”

“And since Alli is now part of our merry little band, she can go as your plus one,” mom added. “Saves us having to drag along some dimwit girl you’d doubtless ask along at the last moment.”

“My aunt,” I said flatly. “As my date to a wedding.”

“It’s pretty much a given on Lil’s end, they’ve heard all about my sister and are eager to meet her. I told her she’d accompany you for convenience.”

“Your son’s a boy,” Alexa chimed in. “I like girls.”

“Suck it up, Buttercup,” mom replied plainly. “I’m sure you’ll survive the trauma.”

Alexa looked at me for a moment and stuck out her tongue, as if she was sneering at me.

“And keep your tongue in your mouth, Alli,” mom sighed. “You look like you blew a Smurf.”

***

Alexa was helping me unload and fold all the laundry in the laundry room while my parents were watching TV. She was neatly folding everything into four separate stacks while I sorted. She kept smirking and finding time to flash her tits at me or turn and bend over, showing me her ass in those wonderful shorts she was wearing.

“D’you think I’m hoping against hope that Karen giving us those rings was secretly a sign that she wants us together?”