Then it Dawned on Me Ch. 06 - Sex Stories

Then it Dawned on Me Ch. 06

... I'd be jealous that another man gets to drink your milk that I gave you, while he fucks my baby sister. It's just... a lot J."

I started to cry. I never thought of all those things either. I felt lucky that Matt was willing to be a father no matter whose it was, but I didn't think of everything I'd deprive Ethan or myself of.

"Hey, dont do that." He brought me close and held my head, stroking my hair. "I'll get through it, it's just fresh right now. I was mad about it and wanted to fuck you hard for it, but when you talked about me having your milk, I just thought of all the things I'd miss and it made me sad. I wasn't expecting to feel that... That's the way it goes, though, when we're doing what we're doing... Trying to have everything."

"I-I never meant for all of this... to"-

"Don't worry baby. Look I've had all of that. Having Peter was an amazing experience, and I'm so happy you get to have it. Thats all that matters." He smoothed my hair away from my sweaty forehead and asked, "What does Matt think?"

"He says he doesn't care whose it is. We made it together and its what we always wanted."

"This fucking guy. What's he, waiting for a medal or something?" I chuckled thinking the same thing about him often.

"He is a little too good to be true, isn't he?"

When I parked in the garage and turned off the car, I sat. I felt so... Dirty. I never really felt like that after fucking Ethan before. I'd felt bad sure but, I don't know. Maybe it was the ...

... things we said, or the way we looked at each other, how honest we were... something felt bad this time. I came into the house as quietly as I could and made my way to our room. I opened and shut the door behind me quietly so as not to wake Matt before I turned around and stared straight into his eyes looking back at me. He was sitting up in bed and had been up for a long time it seemed.

"Jesus." He said as he looked at me accusingly. He shook his head and got up from the bed, grabbed his pillow, and stuffed it under his arm, as he walked toward me and the door to the living room. "Just sex with him, huh?" He exhaled dismissively and walked out the door slamming it behind him. I stood confused and suspicious if he could see the guilt written on my face or something. I went to the bathroom for a shower and saw what he saw.

My pants ripped open, the neck of my shirt stretched out, a scratch on my face, my hair a ratty nest, and mascara run under my eyes from crying. I looked like I had been in a battle, not a girl who had a quick talk and innocent fuck with her brother-lover. I couldn't imagine what Matt was feeling. He knew this one was different, it was written all over me, it had been emotionally and physically intense. I got in the shower and cleaned myself up, put makeup on my scratch, and cried in bed alone.

I must have fallen asleep because he woke me up shaking my leg. He sat at the edge of the bed looking at me seriously.

"I thought I could be cool about you and ...