Taylor had only bought the EPT tests to shut their mother up—to prove that their afternoon with Jordan hadn't resulted in anything they couldn't handle. She watched the little window, waiting for the single line that would mean she was safe.
But then, the second line appeared. It wasn't faint; it was bold and unmistakable.
"That can't be," she whispered, her heart hammering against her ribs. She stood in the bathroom, her hands shaking so hard she almost dropped the plastic stick.
She immediately tore open the second box, her breathing coming in shallow gasps. She peed on the second one, pacing the small bathroom floor while she waited. When she looked down, the result was the same. Positive.
"OMG," she thought, leaning her forehead against the wall.
The weight of it hit her instantly. She knew she had to be sure before she faced Jordan and her mother. She called and made an appointment with her OB/GYN, her mind a blur of panic and confusion.
A few hours later, she was sitting in the exam room. The doctor looked at her with a professional smile and confirmed what the plastic sticks had already told her.
The doctor "The blood work is clear, Taylor. You are definitely pregnant," the doctor said. Then, she dropped the bombshell. "Based on the results, you are about four weeks along."
Taylor felt the air leave her lungs. "Four weeks?"
"Yes, give or take a couple of days," the doctor confirmed.
Taylor’s mind went completely blank for a second, then snapped back to the rodeo. She saw the dusty fairgrounds and remembered the two cowboys she had hooked up with behind the trailers after the show ended. It had been exactly four weeks ago.
"Oh geez!" she muttered under her breath.
She wasn't carrying Jordan's baby. She was carrying a "cowboys" baby, and she had no idea how she was going to explain the timeline to her mother.
Taylor went home and sat in her room thinking. She was going to be a teen mom—not something she had on her bingo card for her senior year of high school. "Mom's probably not going to believe me that it's not my brother's, or will she?" she wondered. Who knows.
Jordan got home from a friend's house and went right to Taylor's room. He was horny and wanted a piece of his sister's ass. He barged into the room and found Taylor lying on her bed. He sat next to her and ran his hand up the back of her tan thigh and over her jean shorts that covered her perfect little ass.
"Can we do this later?" Taylor asked him.
"It's okay now that Mom knows about us, we don't have to sneak around, remember?"
"I know, Jordan, I just need to think about some things. Mom is home; go see if she will take care of you."
Without saying a word, Jordan left his sister's room and found Traci downstairs in the laundry room. He walked up behind her and grabbed his mother's ass with both hands. "Come with me," he said.
"Jordan, I’m busy. Go talk to Taylor—she got home a little while ago."
"I already talked to her," Jordan countered. "She’s in a bad mood and told me to find you. So come on, please."
With a resigned sigh, Traci turned and followed her son into his bedroom. The moment the door closed, Jordan stepped behind her, pulling her t-shirt up and over her head before tossing it aside. He reached for the clasp of her bright pink bra, unhooking it and sliding the straps down her shoulders to free her boobs.
He cupped her big, soft tits in his palms, squeezing and rubbing them as he pulled her back flush against his body. Her long, thick nipples—pierced with bars for years—were already standing at attention. Traci had always craved rougher play; if the fire wasn’t burning before, it certainly roared to life as he began to tug and roll her nipples between his fingers.
Worked into a fever, she turned and dropped to her knees at Jordan's feet. She made quick work of his shorts and underwear, baring his cock and balls before taking him into her mouth with a hunger that suggested she was starving. Her skills were top-notch; she knew exactly how to make every inch of his cock disappear. Jordan tangled his hand in her hair, guiding her rhythm, mesmerized by the sight of his mother sucking his cock.
After several minutes of her expert head game, they scrambled onto the bed. Jordan moved between her tan legs, burying his face in her meaty, pierced pussy. He licked and teased her until she was wet and arching her back in anticipation.
Crawling up between her thighs, he finally lined himself up and slid his cock into her. Traci let out a groan, her hands flying back to grip the headboard as she felt him bury himself to his balls.
Jordan established a hard, steady pace, the wet sound of their bodies colliding echoing through the room. He watched her intently, captivated by the way her eyes fluttered shut and her body buckled under him as she adjusted to his rhythm.
Jordan laid flat on top of Traci, grinding his cock into her as the friction of her soft skin felt amazing against his entire body. They rarely kissed, but today Jordan leaned in and slid his tongue into his mother's mouth. Their tongues danced together in a deep make-out session; he could taste his own cock on her tongue, an intimacy he enjoyed more than he’d ever admit.
After a few minutes, he pulled back and rose to his knees, allowing him to drive into her with more force. He loved the view from above—his mother’s large tits sloshing and bouncing with every heavy thrust. He pulled her legs up against his chest, her perfectly manicured feet brushing his face. He began to suck on her toes, moving from one foot to the other as he maintained his rhythm.
His pace became frantic, his breathing heavy as he watched himself disappear deep into her meaty pussy. The friction against her piercings sent waves of pleasure through them both. Traci’s toes curled against his mouth while her head thrashed against the pillow. She could feel the tension in his muscles and the way his cock throbbed, swelling even larger inside her as he neared his limit.
"Do it, Jordan," she insisted, her hands reaching down to urge his hips closer. "Fill me up. Give it to me."
Jordan let out a low, animalistic growl. He dropped her feet and pinned her shoulders to the bed, hammering into her with everything he had. The sensation of her wet pussy and the sight of her big tits bouncing wildly pushed him over the edge. As he felt the first surge build and then began to shoot his load into his mother's needy pussy. She arched her hip up, desperate to take every drop of cum he had to give.
Once they were finished, the two of them cleaned up, and Traci headed off to finish the laundry and then start supper. Jordan went straight to Taylor's room. He found his sister sitting on the edge of her bed and told her "That was fun!"
Seeing her still deep in thought, he asked what was wrong. When she didn't answer, he asked again, more insistently.
Taylor reached into her desk drawer and handed him the two positive EPT sticks.
"HOLY SHIT!" Jordan yelled, staring at the results. "What... are... JESUS. Is it ours?"
"No, it's not yours," Taylor said flatly. "I went to the doctor, and she said I’m four weeks along. Four weeks ago, I was with those cowboys after the rodeo."
Jordan let out a breath, half-relieved. "So, some random guy knocked you up and not me? That’s good... but Mom is still going to have a heart attack."
"I know," Taylor replied. "I just don't know how to tell her."
Jordan leaned against the doorframe, a devious grin spreading across his face. "Just tell her. Or," he paused, his eyes gleaming, "we could go along with it being mine. To mess with her for a while."
Taylor’s eyes went wide. "You mean, tell Mom that it’s ours? Play it like you and I are having a baby together?"
"Exactly," Jordan laughed softly. "She already knows we're hooking up. Imagine her face when she thinks she’s becoming a grandma to her own son and daughter! We can tell her the truth later if it gets too crazy."
Taylor looked at the tests, then back at her brother. The idea was ruthless, but there was something about that idea that was awesome!. "She's going to lose her mind, Jordan."
Just then, Traci walked in. "What is going on?" she asked, looking between the two of them. "Jordan said you were upset about something, Taylor. What’s up?"
Before Taylor could answer, Traci’s eyes locked onto the two EPT sticks resting on the table. She snatched them up, her face pale as she read the positive results.
"You're… are you… is this—" Traci babbled, the words failing her as the reality set in. "OMG, you’re going to be a mom!" she finally yelled, rushing over to pull her daughter into a tight hug. "When did you find out?"
"I went to the doctor today to confirm it," Taylor said sheepishly, glancing at Jordan while trying to keep a straight face. "She said I'm about two weeks along."
"I just knew it," Traci said, looking at both of them. "After that afternoon we all spent together, I just knew it was going to happen. I’ve been preparing myself for this, but you know you can't tell anyone that the two of you are having a baby together."
"I know," Taylor agreed. "I was thinking about it on the drive home. If anyone asks, I’ll just say I hooked up with one of the cowboys from the rodeo a few weeks ago."
Traci nodded. "Yeah, that would work. Some people will still judge you for that, but don’t let them."
Jordan reached out, resting his hand on his sister's stomach. "I think it’s really hot that I put a baby inside of her," he mused. "I bet she's going to be hot as hell with a big belly. Not to mention, your boobs are going to get bigger."
"Jordan, can't you be serious for a minute?" his mom snapped with a stern look.
"What? I am being serious. She's going to be gorgeous pregnant! If you're jealous, I can put one in you, too."
"I had a hysterectomy, Jordan," Traci reminded him with a sigh. "My baby-making days are done. Honestly, do you have a breeding fetish or just a thing for pregnant women?"
Jordan didn't answer. He just stood there with a smug "cat-that-ate-the-canary" grin. His hand slid from Taylor's tummy down to her ass. "You want to stay and join the celebration before supper, Mom? Or should she and I just get started?"
Traci turned toward the door. "You two go ahead. I'm going to go make supper."
"We’ll leave the door open in case you change your mind or just want to look in on us," Jordan called after her.
Once their mother was gone, Jordan pulled Taylor’s top off and tossed it aside. They shared a quick, silent look, stifling their laughter at how easily they had convinced her they were having an incestuous child.
Jordan stripped down to his socks and stood before her, his cock just inches from her face. Taylor knelt down, taking him into her mouth and working him until he was rock hard. He gripped her hair, guiding her until her nose touched his skin. Her skills were every bit as legendary as their mother’s.
When he was ready, he helped her up, and she finished undressing. Jordan grabbed a bottle of lube from the drawer and gestured for her to get on the bed. She moved onto her hands and knees. Jordan leaned down, kissing her cheeks and teasing her butthole with his tongue before lubing the necessary parts.
He moved behind her, pressing the head of his cock against her asshole. He felt her give slightly, and then he gripped her hips, pulling her back as he lunged forward. The entire length of his cock disappeared into her ass, forcing a deep, dark groan from Taylor's throat. She gasped for air as he immediately began to pump.
"Fuck, Jordan, why do you have to go so deep every time?" she managed to strain out.
"Because I have a big cock and I love feeling it deep inside you," he grunted.
Taylor had no comeback; she simply gripped the pillow beneath her as he drove into her. The intensity climbed until Jordan was nearing an orgasm. He reached up, grabbed a handful of her hair, and pulled back hard, burying himself as deep as possible as he pumped his load into her.
He pulled out slowly, and Taylor let out a long sigh of relief.
"Stay right there," he said, jumping off the bed. He went to her drawer, pulled out a butt plug, and spit on it for lubrication. He popped it into her with a firm pop.
"I don't want any leaking out during supper," he told her, giving her ass a couple of playful pats.
Jordan instructed Taylor to put on a lacy red thong and a denim miniskirt. He picked out a sheer mesh top for her, making sure she didn't put a bra on underneath so her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric.
They walked into the kitchen together. Traci was just finishing up at the stove, the smell of fried chicken filling the air. She looked up, her eyes lingering on Taylor’s revealing outfit, nothing unusual, as Taylor never wore much at home.
"Smells good, Mom," Jordan said, sliding into a chair and pulling Taylor onto his lap.
Traci set the plates down, her expression softening as she looked at her children—or rather, the "expecting parents" as she now believed them to be. "We need to talk about how this is going to work," she said, sitting across from them. "If we’re doing this, if we’re a family in... every sense of the word... then things have to be open."
"We agree," Taylor said, leaning back against Jordan’s chest. "We were talking. Not much has to change, really. We just don't have to hide anything from each other anymore."
Traci took a sip of her wine, watching Jordan’s fingers move against Taylor’s skin. A flush crept up her neck. "I suppose there’s no point in modesty now. If you’re having a child together, the bond is sealed. I want to be part of that. I want to make sure you’re both taken care of."
"You'll be the best grandma-slash-stepmom ever," Jordan joked, earning a swat from Traci.
The three of them spent the rest of the meal discussing the "new normal." They talked about shared nights in the master bedroom when Dad was gone and how they would handle Taylor’s growing body in the months to come. The air was thick with a mix of perversion and pure lust in the family dynamic.
