It's their first night as true orphans.
Jane couldn't be happier. She can't sleep. All she wants to do is sing! The twelve-year-old girl keeps thinking about little baby Ruth and whether or not she's happy there at the factory.
Jane gazes forlornly out the window, the stars twinkling in the sky. Then she wonders, what if she were to have a baby herself. A real one. She's certainly old enough, she thinks. She's the woman of the household now, and Willoughby women were known to have many children. Ones with great mustaches too.
Excited about her idea, Jane quickly hops out of bed and goes to the library to do some late-night research. But her twin brothers are sound asleep, curled up together in their makeshift bed. She doesn't want to disturb them, so Jane wanders into her older brother, Tim's room (which used to be their parents' room). The light is still on and there's movement coming from underneath the covers—a rapid rustling, like something is bouncing up and down, making squishy noises too.
Tim seems not to have noticed Jane at first, so she creeps closer, sneaking up on him (careful of the creaky floorboards) before jumping on the bed and shouting: "Hey! What're you doing, bro?"
"Egaahh…!" cries Tim, lying stiff as a board beneath her. He looks like he's been caught doing something he shouldn't have been doing.
"Why are you so red?" Jane asks, referring to Tim's complexion and not the brilliant red color of his hair, which is exactly the same shade as hers.
"Um. Well, uh, I…" Her fourteen-year old big brother is blushing and sputtering like a buffoon. It's oddly suspicious to the inquisitive little girl.
"What are you hiding…?" she says, low and raspy like.
"Uhhh…I-I, uh…I wasn't doing anything!" Tim stammers.
He's a bad liar. Jane notices that he's got the sheets pulled up to his sharp nose and his shoulders are bare and quivering anxiously. She can even see some of his chest too. She grins.
"Are you naked under there? Is that why you're all embarrassed?" Jane starts teasing her older brother and trying to wrestle him out of the sheets. And things escalate into a tickle fight.
"Jane! Jane, stop it! Stop! I mean it…! I'm trying to sleep!" Tim shouts in aversion.
"Yeah, right," Jane snickers, her fingers tickling him over the thin, silky sheets, which feel nice on her skin, she realizes.
When her fingers reach lower however, she comes across something rather odd and slightly hard and stiff and long like a candy bar almost, poking her underneath the sheets. Jane realizes that this must be what her big brother is trying to hide from her.
"Hey! You've got candy! Are you holding out on me?" At last she grips the edge of the sheets and yanks them off of Tim, her strength overpowering him.
"Gah! J-Jane! D-d-don't look!" Tim quickly tries to cover himself. Long skinny arms and legs darting right for his crotch. But it does little to actually hide the big problem he's got there.
Jane's eyes go wide and her face turns crimson.
Tim really is naked! And his penis is…it's…!
"Oh! Are you sick? That looks kinda bad," she says pointing downward at Tim's swollen red appendage.
"No I'm not sick!" he screams, exasperated. He eventually gives up and removes his hands from his crotch area, letting his annoyingly curious little sister have a better look at him.
"It gets like this sometimes," Tim explains in a primly tone of voice. "It's what all Willoughby men have to deal with."
"Oh, but you're not a man yet," Jane points out, hovering her hand over her big brother's big length, feeling its warmth. "You're a…boy." Her words lose conviction as she remembers what she set out to do tonight.
Jane looks down at her brother in silence, staring intently at him and both siblings exchange similar glances. Tim wordlessly gives his baby sister his approval by lying back against the pillows—piled high behind him—and lifting his hips off the bed slightly. Jane looks lower at her older brother's weird mushroom penis—his long shaft, small bald nutsack resting underneath.
Jane, having grown up with three brothers, is quite familiar with what a penis looks like. She's seen Father's by accident on a couple occasions too. Tim's right now kind of looks like the way Father's had it on those occasions—all inflated and veiny. This frightens Jane some, and causes her to feel uneasy. She wants to touch his penis, but doesn't know how.
Jane looks at Tim again. His eyes are big and hopeful, lips parted. Tim is tense all over really, expecting Jane to touch him there. Then, Tim seems to have gotten an idea and sits back up with a determined grin on his face.
"Hey! Wanna do something ruthless?" he asks.
"Sure!" says Jane, and she's already miles ahead of him.
Jane leaps off the bed and starts shedding her clothes, piece by piece. She watches her big brother's reaction, seeing right away that this is what Tim meant by them being ruthless.
When she's completely naked like Tim, she climbs back into bed with him, thinking idly that maybe this is where she and her brother were conceived themselves. And generations of Willoughby children before them. And now, here they were, about to add to that long and prosperous line—the purest one yet.
"Ready to make a baby with me, Tim?" Jane whispers, lying beside him and stroking his hairless chest. Tim promptly flips over her, caging his little sister beneath him on slender arms and legs like a spider.
"I was born ready," Tim says. Then, he gets his sharp knees in between Jane's open thighs and lowers his pelvis to hers. She sees how long his penis looks now, relative to her thin, barely pubescent body, and she gets a little nervous as Tim tries shoving it into her.
"Um…are-are you sure it's going to fit?" Jane asks, voice raspy with nerves.
Tim looks at her for a moment. "Don't worry. Willoughby women are strong and brave and they don't feel any pain," he reminds her.
"Right…" But Jane is still worried. She's never done this before. Of course she's seen their parents doing it many times (they weren't very private about their sexual activities). But Tim eventually manages to stuff his hard penis inside of her opening.
"Aah!"
Jane feels like she's being split in half but she battles through the pain (like many Willoughby women before her) and she lets her big brother do as Willoughby men do.
"Wow!" he remarks from above. "This is so amazing!"
"Guh-huh…!" Jane's breath gets taken away from her as soon as Tim starts moving his prominent Willoughby penis in and out of her tight Willoughby hole. The pain soon disappears and turns into the most incredible feeling of ecstasy she's ever experienced in her whole life!
"Hey! Yeah…! Now I know why Mother and Father do this all day long," she says thoughtlessly. "I mean, used to…"
"Yeah," Tim agrees in a daze. A second later, his arms go around Jane's lithe body and she feels his penis start to pulse inside her. "Ohhh, Jane…I-I'm about to shoot! Gonna fill your tummy up with Willoughby babies!"
As he moans this, Jane starts to feel a strange new sensation happening inside her. The warmth of Tim's seed surges into her in great thick ropes, blasting out of the slit at the tip of his penis. Jane groans likewise at this pleasant feeling and the thought of becoming a mother (a much better one than Mother). Tim doesn't stop shuddering above her either, squeezing her tightly in his arms, his soft hair brushing her cheek as he kisses her shoulder. Jane imagines him shooting his spermies into her stomach where they will meet her egg. And she couldn't be happier.
Tim's quaking starts to die down after about the fifth spurt, but he's not done making babies with her yet. He lifts himself up on his long arms and as if guided by their Willoughby ancestors, and he starts going at it again, plunging his penis into Jane's sloppy pussy and forcing his seed to take root inside, grunting and groaning with exertion.
He is ruthless in his pursuit, Jane thinks.
Without really thinking about it, she starts bouncing her hips up and down with him, chasing these lovely rainbow feelings simmering inside her tummy.
"Oh, Tim…oh! I think I'm gonna…gonna…" she struggles to articulate exactly what she's about to do because he doesn't really know. She only knows that it's coming fast and coming…now!
"Yes, Jane…! Oh, yeah, I can feel you getting tighter. That's so good, suck it all in!" Tim exclaims and he starts thrusting more vigorously, pounding his penis into his twelve-year-old little sister's convulsing cunt again and again.
The constant motions send Jane over the edge. She wraps her arms and legs tightly around her big brother, grasping at the fiery red strands of his hair in an effort to ground herself. She feels like she's floating away or being struck by rainbow lightning. And it feels so good. Her toes go in all different directions, every muscle and fiber in her body winds up tight and then something inside her explodes hot liquid pleasure, gushing out of her core uncontrollably, making her feel entirely too wet and shaky, but also relaxed and serene at the very same time.
"Unnghh…woaaah…!" Jane finally remembers to breathe—a guttural moaning sound.
The extreme pleasure dissipates after about a minute or so, Tim still chiseling away at her extra slippery pussy now. "Oh, Tim…wow, that felt so good. Do that again…" she says.
"Okay." Tim grins at her proudly for a moment, before refocusing on what he's doing. "Hang on. Just gotta…" He changes tactics, making shallow thrusts instead. He gives Jane just the thick head of his penis now, his movements strategic as if he were trying to keep all his previous seed from spilling out of her passage—pushing all that white gloopy stuff back inside.
After about two minutes of this, Jane starts pushing back against him, instinctively trying to get her older brother to go deeper in her. The siblings hold each other close. Then, Tim buries himself inside his little sister straight up to his nuts. Jane can now feel them slapping her butt with each persistent thrust he gives her now. It feels weird, but primal and good.
They make love for several minutes more, simply enjoying one another's bodies and the funny sounds that they're producing. Soon, Jane starts to feel that tingling in her toes and the rainbow-y goodness boiling in the pit of her stomach, threatening to explode out of her again. And she warns her big brother as best she can.
"Tim! Oh, Tim…!!" Then, she's shaking all over and begging him to go faster.
"Yeah! Yeah, Jane, yeah! I'm gonna…ohh! WILL-OUGH-BYYY!!"
An instant later, Jane feels her big brother's warmth flow into her once again zipping up the center of her body, filling her belly with more Willoughby baby batter. Tim has his whole penis stationed inside of her all the way up to his balls—pulsing and throbbing in a freaky sort of way—as his penis spews torrent after torrent of creamy white sperm for Jane's egg to eat and grow into a baby.
Tim holds himself securely to his little sister for some seconds, then exhales a sigh of relief, finally relaxing his lanky body down onto Jane's.
"Wow…Jane, that was awesome," Tim says.
"Uh-huh."
They spend a very long time catching their breaths, lying still, before Jane asks: "Think we can do it again?"
Insatiable as always.
"Maybe later," replies Tim drowsily. And Jane quickly succumbs to exhaustion as well, humming a sweet little tune to herself.
Both siblings snuggle close to one another in their dead parents' bed, perfectly content with their new orphan way of life and the prosperous future that lies ahead.
The End