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Greetings all, Aliquis the Writer here,

Today I present to you a sequel, because I felt like Sam and Avery didn't get enough development. Or something. As always, being a firm believer in warming my audience of what awaits them beforehand - despite the fact that tags tell all - I'll go ahead and list what this has in it. First off, some light incest in the form of a pregnancy, a child, and marriage stemming from some cousin/cousin love. Second, medium levels of offensive profanity. Third, drama. Not theatrical drama, the other kind.

On a side note, I was sick, a little delirious, and up at the wee hours of the morning when I wrote this. As such, I'm not sure how well it turned out. I'll let you all be the judge of that...

(#You'renotguineapigsI'mtotesserious)

For an E-Rated pic of their little family, see here.

For an (obviously) M-Rated pic of them having sex at the end, see here.

For the first story, see here.

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“Why would you do this?! I'm still young, I can't be a father!"

My parents just got through yelling and screaming at me – and are now busy yelling and screaming at each other over what to do downstairs – so I figure it's only fair I get to release a bit of steam on the one responsible for my current predicament.

“Easy!" Sam told me flippantly, ignoring the seriousness of the situation. “If I'm pregnant, our parents will be more willing to agree to us being together."

“Oh." Was all I could say. I mean she does have a point, a baby is a pretty good reason to approve of something as borderline – or some might say completely – taboo as cousins having a romantic relationship. “But still!" the realistic side of me objected at the extreme and unreasonable nature of it all.

“Just shut up and fuck me, would you?" Sam said something completely insane. My parents just got through ripping my head off over the result of our last lovemaking session, and now she wants to go at it with them right downstairs? But on the other hand, I haven't stuck my dick in anything for over a month, and I've only managed to gather the will to masturbate a couple of times, so...

“...Fine. But I'm still mad at you," I muttered under my breath, allowing my carnal side to overwhelm my logic.

I should be angry at her for not telling me, and for okaying me to cum inside her in the first place – though admittedly I'm still partly at fault there. I'm still a kid, yet I'm going to become a father within a year. I have no means to support a family, besides for which don't children born from incestuous relationships turn out... wrong? What if my kid turns out messed up just because I couldn't get over my cousin? I'd feel horrible.

And yet despite all this, or perhaps because of it – it's all so complicated, and I don't want to think about it – all I want to do is have sex. I guess it's a coping mechanism or something.

“Then take out your anger on my naughty donkey pussy, okay lover-boy?" Sam wriggled her hindquarters – which she'd turned in my direction – alluringly, lifting her tail and exposing her dripping wet pussy.

“Oh I will. I most definitely will," I told her, ready to take out all of my emotions, the confusion and worry and frustration and fear on that sexual organ before me. I was ready to just forget about reality for a bit and enter that place I've only been to once before.

I didn't even bother with oral, forcefully thrusting almost halfway into her. I wasn't worried that it would hurt her, since she'd obviously been turned on for some time and was gushing like a waterfall. Besides, I really am upset with her for doing something so rash, so at the moment I can't help feeling like it'd serve her right if it was a bit uncomfortable. A bad attitude perhaps, but that's just how I feel.

“Ooh." Sam's pleasured moan only served to irritate me. Doesn't she know how much trouble she's caused? Isn't she aware of how serious things are? Oh right, this is Sam we're talking about. She rarely takes anything seriously.

I grit my teeth and gave an almighty thrust, my cock plowing into Sam's pussy and reaching all the way to the innermost parts of her womb.

“Mmm...!" She gave a delighted little squeal, apparently liking it. Damn. Damn damn damn! What's going to happen to me now?! What am I gonna do?! I understand why Sam did it, but why the hell did she do it?!

As if trying to punish her somehow, my thrusting grew more and more violent, and before I knew it I was pounding into Sam with such vicious ferocity that I'd brought myself to the edge of ejaculation. As for her, I could feel her pussy squeezing my raging cock tightly as our bodies pounded together, and I knew from that and the blissful yet strained look on her face that she was nearing her limits as well.

I wanted to drag her down to my level – as selfish as that is – but so far all my rough sex has accomplished is pleasuring her more than the gentler sex we had last time did. As I plunged in and out of her though, I noticed her twitching ass hole, and a wicked thought crossed my mind.

“Ahh!" Sam's eyes widened and she cried out in a mixture of surprise and ecstasy - probably alerting my parents of what was going on up here given my luck lately – as I pulled out of her pussy and rammed my cock deep into her ass.

But contrary to my expectations – and without a word of objection none the less – Sam seemed to actually enjoy the new found sensation that anal intercourse was eliciting from her body. While she was doing that, I was relishing in the tightness of her anus, her intestinal muscles sucking my cock in with much stronger force than her vaginal walls, tightening around my member like a vice.

I grimaced as I felt that unmistakable feeling of orgasm building in the base of my cock, brought on by the unusual pleasure of anal. The first time we had sex, I'd tried to hold back as long as possible so that she could reach her climax with me. But I'm mad at her, so I won't hold anything back this time.

“I'm cumming!" I figured I'd at least inform her of the incoming sperm.

“M-Me too!" I was only half surprised to hear this. Guess that means she's not going to receive my little punishment of an denied orgasm after all. Oh well.

With a strained grunt I shot out my load inside my pregnant girlfriend, releasing with it a large portion of my stressful negative emotions – at least for the moment. A sense of calm washed over me along with the pleasure, and I felt as if the world suddenly didn't matter. The fact that I was in relationship with my cousin, and that she had a baby growing inside her, and that society would hate us and call us disgusting just felt so distant and unimportant.

I pulled out of Sam, reeling backwards and collapsing on my back onto my bed. For a few seconds I just stared up at the ceiling, but that was interrupted as Sam's smiling face appeared in my field of vision, obstructing my view.

“Hey Ave?" She almost whispered my name, and I detected a hint of uncertainty and vulnerability in her eyes, almost like she wanted assurance over something.

“Yeah?" I asked her, feeling a bit less stressed over the situation we were in now.

“I love you."

Never in my life had three little words had such an impact on me. I'd heard them before, frequently from my mom and occasionally from my dad, but they felt so completely different coming from Sam.

“I love you too." The words I'd always imagined would be awkward, embarrassing, and hard to say spilled out remarkably easily.

A happy smile flitted across Sam's face, and with an oomph she hauled herself up onto my bed beside me, her donkey half lying down as she draped her human half over me and held me in a tight embrace.

“Do you love the baby?" Her question, so filled with anxious worry, took me completely off guard – ironic considering she'd just confessed her love to me so easily.

“I've never met it, but..." I paused, really stopping to think hard about my response. The baby inside Sam is the whole reason things are more complicated than they need to be. It's the reason why I'm so stressed out and worried about the future, and it's why my parents are far more furious with me than if I'd just said I was in love with my cousin. It's really the root of all my current problems, and yet...

“...yeah, I think I do," I answered truthfully. Being the one who instilled life in another... it feels like I've created some sort of inseparable bond, as if the whole world could go to hell and that bond would still persist, however weak or strong.

I feel the presence of that bond already, and it brings about inexplicable feelings inside me that don't make sense but exist none the less. I feel something similar to what I feel for Sam towards an undeveloped embryo. Weird, but I can't say I dislike the feeling.

“Stay with us forever?" Sam brought me out of my thoughts.

Stay with her and my child forever? Even though things can only go downhill from here? Even though I'm still in high school, an ignorant seventeen year old guy with no job and thus no means to support a family? Even though I never asked for things to progress this quickly? Even though something as simple as running from all this would make my life so much simpler?

I smiled, not even having to think about it. “You know the answer, idiot," I said teasingly.

“Can you say it anyway?" Sam really feels so vulnerable. I don't think I've ever seen her feeling this insecure. Is she so fearful that I'd abandon her that she'd be this worried about it? Well I can't have her feeling that way, now can I?

“Sure. I'll always be by your side, to love and to hold, and all the other stuff," I told her as I put my face close to hers, touching noses. She giggled as I did, a bit of the worry melting from her features. Then she grew solemn again, pursing her lips.

“...It's gonna be hard, you know. People won't like 'us'," said the person I least expected to give a shit given her flamboyant revelation of her pregnancy to my parents.

With a small sigh I rubbed my eyes, nodding my head a little.

“I know that," I told her, all that anxiety from earlier trying to surface. “But you know, I don't care," I squashed my worries and fears, finally realizing that fretting about things wasn't going to help anyone now. “If they don't like it, screw them."

As soon as I'd said this, Sam's face contorted in amusement, and then she suddenly burst out laughing.

“I think I'm rubbing off on you, because those are my sentiments exactly," she wheezed.

Her laughter was cut short as I kissed her. She was surprised at first, but quickly melted into it, our tongues exploring their partner's mouth and it's every crevice for a good minute strait. Finally we broke for a breath, huge smiles plastered on both our faces.

“Hmm, I love you so much," I told her as I held her close to me.

“Back at ya, tiger," she positively purred.

“...Don't think I'm not still mad at you though. And we're having a long talk about all this later, got it?"

Sam loosed a whiny sort of sound, similar to one I imagine a spoiled child would make when told to clean their room. But while she acted silly about it, I could tell she would treat it seriously when the time came. We might still be kids in the grand scheme of things, but I'll be damned if I don't have some semblance of a plan for the future, even if it's shoddy as hell.

Lord knows we're gonna need it.

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My parents glared at us from across the coffee table. Sam's parents, my Aunt and Uncle Fanburg – seriously, I'm not joking, that really is their surname – sat diagonal to us on the love seat, attempting to murder me with malevolent intent – primarily Aunt Fanburg. Their surname's not funny enough for two callbacks in the same paragraph, so shut up.

“Do you two have any idea how wrong this is?" My father was the first to speak. He'd sound a lot more menacing if his voice wasn't raspy from all the yelling.

“We love each other. How's it wrong?" Sam inquired innocently, drawing scowls from every adult in the room.

“You're cousins for crying out loud! Of course it's wrong!" My aunt, ever the boisterous, hot-tempered one, bellowed out, her front hooves stamping on the floor – centaurs sit with their hind hooves curled up and to their side while their front hooves stay on the ground. “Besides for which you're both still children, not even graduated from school. Yet here you are telling us that you're getting married because you had sex together and my idiot nephew got my daughter pregnant?!"

“Nobody said it was ideal, mom," Sam snorted, folding her arms. “But it's how things are, so we'll just have to go from here, now won't we?"

There was a long silence, our parents glancing at one another uncomfortably.

“We've talked it over," my father began with a nervous cough. “and we all agree that the best course of action would be-"

Everyone in the room – myself included – jumped as Sam stamped her hooves down hard on the worn oak floor.

“No abortion!" she proclaimed stoutly, a determined look on her face.

“But honey, it would..." Sam's dad began – he always was a bit of a pushover, though given his wife and daughter's demeanors I suppose it's not surprising – but trailed off and meekly looked at his lap as Sam glared at him.

“It's for your own good," my mother finally said something, more worry and concern in her eyes now than anger – and boy had there been a lot of blind fury in those eyes earlier, let me tell you. “You're both so young, with bright futures ahead of you. Having a baby now would ruin any hopes and dreams you might have. Besides for which, people say that babies born between cousins have... problems."

Once again, Sam spoke up, leaving me feeling useless.

“I did a lot of research on that," she said, looking a bit proud of her recently acquired knowledge. “It's true that it's more dangerous, but it's not a huge difference, only a few percent. It might be a bit irresponsible, but I want this, and if my baby is born with some physical or mental illness I'll love it and nurture it and care for it anyway. And about the first thing..." I stiffened, feeling my normally passive uncle's glare on me and my downright hostile aunt's unspoken death threats as Sam hugged my arm. “...it's true that I have things I want to do, but more than anything I want to be together with Ave. And who said you can't be a mother and follow your dreams at the same time, huh? This is the twenty-first century, you know."

“So naive," my father sighed, putting his hand to his brows and shaking his head.

“Daryl's right," my aunt continued, not satisfied with a mere insult to our wisdom. “It's true that you can have a career and a family, but it's far from easy. Trust me, I know. And some dreams just can't be achieved when you've got little ones dependent on you."

For a moment I thought it was over, but Aunt Fanburg was just taking a breath.

“Furthermore, you're babbling on about taking care of a disabled child, but I know mothers that have them and that too is far from a walk in the park. The two of you couldn't possible handle something like that at your age. But at least you got one thing correct: You're both being highly irresponsible, both in bringing a child into this sort of unprepared situation as well as having a child at all while knowing that it's at higher risk of being born with a defect than normal."

I was feeling relatively browbeat at this point, but Sam continued to stand tall and resolute. I would have normally caved by now, but because of her I managed to pull myself together and stand brave and proud at her side.

“Like Sam said, it's not ideal. It wasn't even planned, and at first I didn't really know if I wanted this." The very fact that I'd spoken seemed to shock my parents, which is a sad testament to how outspoken I am in these sorts of scenarios. “But Sam wants it, and now I've realized that I want it too. It's true that I'm worried to death, and scared beyond belief, but somehow we'll make it through. Tough times are bound to come, but as long as we have each other, and our family, we'll manage somehow."

There was a long stretch of silence as everyone just stared at me: Mom with visible surprise, Dad with a conflicting mixture of disapproval and respect, Aunt Linda with thinly-veiled contempt, Uncle Robert with a complex uncertainty, and Sam with admiring pride.

“By the way, a woman in her forties has just as high a chance of bearing a child with a birth defect as I do with Ave." Sam felt the need to add that on as she stood up, staring down her parents – mostly her mother, as her father seemed to have exhausted his 'tough guy' reserves.

“I refuse to allow this," my aunt muttered, practically flying off the love seat and appearing beside her daughter. “You're forbidden from ever seeing Avery again, you hear me! And you are having an abortion, I won't let you naive children bring a helpless new life into this world, ruining both it's future and your own!"

I stood there shell-shocked as Aunt Fanburg grabbed Sam's arm and began pulling her towards the door. I looked into the eyes of the woman I loved, and I saw a deep pain within those hazel orbs. The look she gave me told me that her mother's lack of acceptance was hurting her more than I, with my more reasonable parents, could ever understand.

Then she clenched her jaw, and determination overcame the pain.

Everyone's jaws dropped as Sam, for the first time in anyone's memory, openly defied her mother and yanked her arm away.

“No, mother!" Aunt Linda, not used to seeing Sam being rebellious – ironic considering how often I've seen it first hand – seemed the most shocked out of everyone. “I'm old enough to decide what I want! I don't care if I'm naive, or foolish, or short-sighted! I need to do things my way! I need to find my own happiness, even if I make mistakes along the way!"

Now Sam did something no one expected: She embraced her mother so tightly it looked like you'd need a crowbar to pry her off.

“I need freedom, but I need you and dad too. I know you don't approve of me and Ave, or of our child, and you don't have to. I'd be overjoyed if you did, but you don't have to. But things... they'd be so much harder if you weren't there, so please, at least be there. I don't want to lose you because of this."

My aunt stared down at Sam passively, a difficult-to-read expression on her face.

“Which is more important, your parents or Avery?"

Sam stiffened, Mom and Dad both frowned, and Uncle Fanburg actually stood up.

“Linda, that's unfair-"

“Answer me!" Everyone cringed a bit as my aunt yelled.

For a long moment Sam said nothing, and things were so silent I could hear my own heart trying to escape my chest. I felt scared, to be honest. I was scared Sam would choose her parents, that she'd abandon me. After so long yearning to be with her, I was afraid I'd lose her just like that.

“Both." I felt relief flow through me, my tense body relaxing a little. “Both of you are most important to me."

Aunt Linda scowled.

“But which are you going to choose, me or your... lover." She spat out this last word disgustedly.

“Please don't make me choose. I don't want to, and I shouldn't have to," Sam murmured, and I only now noticed that she was crying, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Linda, don't you think-"

“Shut up, Robert!"

“Robert's right, Linda. I think-"

My aunt stomped a hoof down hard on the floor, leaving a horseshoe-shaped indentation.

“Choose!" she yelled at her daughter.

Sam glanced over at me, and as our eyes met I could feel her immense sorrow. I could also tell what choice she was going to make.

With slumped shoulders Sam released her embrace, looking up at her mother with a faint, heartbroken smile before turning around and walking over to my side with the heaviest gait I'd ever seen her use. Aunt Fanburg's face contorted in a mixture of rage and pain, and after a few seconds of murderously glaring at me she turned and bolted for the door, her husband right behind her as he attempted to calm her down.

But I barely noticed them, most of my focus on the person I'd come to love so much more dearly than before. Before my feelings had been a simple crush, and they might still not be genuine true love. But even so, they're strong feelings that urge me to make Sam happy, even at my own expense. And yet, merely having this feeling has caused her so much pain. I suppose all I can do is be there for her through it all, to comfort her as best I can.

Sam looked at me as I wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to me, a grateful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. And I felt a strange sense of completeness as she nestled her head into the nape of my neck.

My parents watched us as we found solace in one another, their gazes softening a bit.

“That was unfair of her." My father sighed loudly and removed his glasses – he wears them during times like these because they make him look more intimidating, or so he thinks – folding them up and setting them on the coffee table.

“She's always been like that. I'm sure she'll come around given time," my mother said reassuringly. It seems she's become significantly more acceptant of this whole thing since it all began.

Sam tightened her lower lip, tears building in her eyes as she shook her head sadly.

“No, I don't think she will," she said softly, agony in her voice. “But I can't do what she wants this time. I love her so much that it hurts to do something she doesn't want, but... I can't deny my feelings. I've loved Ave for a long time, but when we became one something just... clicked. My love for him began raging out of control, and it's become so strong that I'd severe my relationship with the mother I care so much just to stay with him."

Sam sniffed, wiping the tears from her eyes.

“I really hope this is true love, because if things go South later on I'm going to regret this for the rest of my life," she laughed hollowly.

“What a terrible joke. You'd make a terrible comedian," I told her, squeezing her shoulder. “Don't worry, things won't go South, at least not on that front. I'm absolutely positive of that."

“I think Avery is right." My mother spoke up now. “While I can't quite bring myself to approve wholeheartedly of this relationship you two have, after seeing you together I can't find it in myself to particularly disapprove of it either. You're both obviously in love, and I get the feeling that it's not some shallow infatuation like I initially had with your father."

“We're still married after twenty-one years with no obligation to be together save our troublesome teenage son. If we weren't still in love, we'd of joined the other fifty percent of the population and divorced a long time ago," Dad spat out.

“Is that your way of saying there are things you detest about me?" Mom asked him with a half-serious glare.

“In a tactful manner, I'm implying that if I didn't love you and Avery, I wouldn't be here. Especially you, since even if we were divorced I could still see my son."

I blanched as Mom smacked Dad upside the head and then promptly began flirting with him, both of them completely forgetting the seriousness of the situation – and me and Sam in general, I suspect. Insensitive idiots. But then I'm kind of used to that, since Sam is like that all the time. Speaking of...

“You gonna be all right?" I asked my girlfriend as I glanced down at her worriedly. She grimaced, then slowly nodded her head.

“I don't think I'll ever get over it, but I think I can forget it if I try hard enough. I don't want to alienate my mother, but more than that I don't want to lose you after I finally sunk my talons in you."

I was silent for a moment, the jesting in her words lacking genuineness.

“Are you all right now?"

Sam dipped her head, staring blankly at her hooves.

“No." Came her simple answer.

“Well... I'm here for you, okay?" I said the only thing I could think to say. Sam smiled faintly, a bit of life returning to her previously dull eyes.

“And I love you for it," she sniffled as she nestled up to me, soft sobs wracking her body as she cried into my chest. All I could do for her was to hold her close in my arms and realize how utterly powerless I was to keep her from harm, to protect her from the vices raised by our decision to be together.

I sure hope our future together is worth the suffering I have to see Sam go through now.

No.

I'll strive with all my being to make sure it is.

For her sake.

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It's been three long years since Sam burst in on my while I was masturbating to thoughts of her. So much has changed because of that one event.

“Dada!"

“Hey, my little angel!"

Kaelyn, my daughter, is already twenty-eight months old. Contrary to certain individuals' worries, she turned out perfectly fine. In fact, according to the doctor who delivered her, she is the healthiest example of a young centaur filly she'd seen in some time. She looks a lot like her mother, with a chocolate brown donkey lower half, hair a shade darker than Sam's light brown, and a rather unladylike personality. But she got my brown eyes and somewhat shy demeanor.

“Now where's my goddess, hmm?"

As soon as I'd said this, Sam came trotting around the corner wearing a simple aqua green sleeveless t-shirt, a red bandanna around her head, the family 'Kiss the Chef' kitchen apron, and a broad, flirtatious smile on her face.

“Well I'm no Aphrodite, but I try," she purred as she walked up to me, leaning forward and giving me a welcome-home kiss.

“Mmm, to be honest Aphrodite is nowhere near as alluring as you are. I guess you should replace her as the goddess of love," I said as I initiated a second kiss.

“Only for you." Sam's arms wrapped around me, and she pulled me into a deep, passionate third kiss.

“Mama!"

We broke our kiss, both glancing down at our daughter, who was staring up at us intently.

“I guess we should probably tone it down around Kaelyn, huh?" I chuckled, giving Sam a loving hug and then scooping up my daughter in my arms, garnering a squeal of delight. Picking her up is becoming more and more difficult with each passing day, which reminds me that I'll only be able to do this for so long, given how heavy even a young, lightweight centaur can get. I'm gonna miss holding her in my arms, to be honest.

“If we have to," Sam said with a semi-mock pout. “But onto more depressing things, how was work?"

I groaned, remembering how I'd had to work overtime today.

“Not the worst it's ever been – that one time with the two shifts in a row was downright miserable – but it wasn't pleasant. I'm just glad to be home with my family." Now that I'd gotten that out, I glanced over at Sam. “And how was work for you? Thanks for picking up Kaelyn by the way, I know with our different work schedules it's easier if I do it."

Sam smiled, shaking her head. “No prob, the girls down at the diner were happy to cover for me, and the boss was chill about it – she has a little one herself and no loving, caring husband to help her out. Besides, I love having an excuse to take off from work a few hours early. Especially if it lets me see my sweet little pumpkin and my handsome big man even a bit earlier."

Kaelyn giggled as her mom tickled her exposed donkey belly, wreathing around in my arms in a vain attempt to escape and run away. I smiled. This is happiness. This is all I need.

Ah, but things weren't always this wonderful. Me and Sam went through some really rough waters, and in ways we're still in the rapids.

My parents have grown to accept us, as has Sam's dad, but just as my wife predicted, Aunt Linda hasn't had any contact with us since she stormed out of my parents' house. She didn't show for the wedding, or even her grandchild's birth. That woman might be a donkey centaur, but she's stubborn as a full-on mule. Though when I think about it, I guess it's pretty obvious she's an ass. Still, I hope one day we can reconcile things with her and she'll finally put her pride and resentment aside and come see her only grandchild. I'm not counting on it though. As for the rest of our family, distant relatives and whatnot, we're sort of the black sheep as it were. Not that we care, since neither of us were close to anyone outside the immediate kinfolk.

Putting family aside though, probably the toughest thing we've dealt with is – thankfully – behind us. What was it? Well, in one simple word: School. Our fellow students had a near-universal response to learning of Sam's pregnancy and, eventually, who was responsible for it. Teasing, bullying, nasty glares; We'd expected it, but being prepared for a natural disaster and experiencing it are two entirely different things. Sam got the brunt of it, such as people openly calling her a whore to her face despite my frequently standing up for her. She never let it bother her though, and I even remember once when she punched a guy who was trying to convince her to 'sell herself' to other people besides her cousin. That was satisfying, even if I only heard about it.

But while the students were bad, the teachers were worse. At least the students had hormones, peer pressure, and a general lack of life experience as an excuse for what they did. Meanwhile most of the teachers, instead of understanding us and accepting our choices like proper adults, expressed open disapproval and even scorn for our actions, forcing us to attend counseling sessions and repeatedly trying to pressure Sam into getting an abortion. One teacher even gave us bad grades just because he thought we were, in his own words, 'disgusting'.

Through all this me and Sam both worked part-time jobs – though Sam had to quit hers once she got far enough along. My parents were absolute godsends during those hard times, offering us sanctuary in the form of food, water, electricity, and shelter. I'm more thankful to them for their help than words can ever express.

Eventually, we both graduated from school somehow – I considered dropping out, but Sam wouldn't have it – and I got a full-time job. It was tough supporting a family off of my meager wages alone, and we were relying on my parents a lot more than my increasingly touchy sense of pride wanted to allow. But once Sam had recovered from giving birth – a task for her and me both, but one with joyous results – things improved. Mom frequently watched the baby – bless her for that – while both I and Sam worked hard to earn money for our futures. And eventually we had it, the savings we needed to start anew.

It was a tearful goodbye, and everyone was emotional as we left. Mom said she'd done research and found that cousins who marry in another state can come back and live in one where cousin marriage is outlawed, but me and Sam decided a fresh start would be best. There were too many people in our old town that knew who we were; Who would cause us grief and make us suffer.

So we moved here, rented a nice, if not humble apartment, got decent jobs – me as the sporting goods section manager for a trendy department store and Sam as a roller-skate waitress for a retro restaurant – met our neighbors who still don't know we're cousins, and raised our daughter together.

“Who wants dinner? Technically it's Daddy's turn to cook tonight, but he came home late."

“I hope it's edible this time," I said jokingly, my reminiscing put on hold for the moment. Sam elbowed me in the ribs, causing me to grunt.

“If you don't want it, don't eat it," she told me with a smirk, obviously aware that I love her cooking. “Though judging by how you scarf down anything I cook for you, I get the feeling you'll eat more than me and Kae combined despite you whining."

“Says the one who can't get enough of my spicy cuisine," I said teasingly, poking my wife's nose. She blushed a little, arching an eyebrow.

“You know if anyone else poked my nose like that, I'd lay them out cold on the floor."

“So what, are you saying that you enjoy it if it's from me?"

“Enjoy isn't the word I'd use. Tolerate sounds more like it."

“Should I stop poking your nose then?"

Silence.

“I don't care."

Sam's nose twitched in annoyance as my finger infringed on it's domain a second time, and I laughed as she swatted my hand away.

“Come on wise guy, dinner's getting cold," she told me as she walked off towards the kitchen. “Oh, and I expect reasonable compensation for those nose boops," she added on suggestively.

“Yes ma'am, glad to reimburse you ma'am," I said as I headed for the dining room table, strapping Kaelyn into her highchair – those things are damn expensive when you're buying them for a centaur toddler. It's extortion, I tell you. Then it was off to help Sam carry out a platter laden with cheap cuts of medium-rare top sirloin, loads of crisp potato wedges, and the inevitable salad my wife somehow sneaks into every meal because it's 'healthy'. I personally think it's her herbivore side talking.

Since Sam had done everything up until then, I took it upon myself to serve everyone up, help Kaelyn by cutting her food into manageable bites, make sure my daughter – or wife, the glutton – didn't choke, and clean up the dishes after we were all done. And, to my delight, I got a 'thank you hun' from my dearest for all my troubles.

As I finished the dishes and came back out into the dining room, I noticed Sam and Kae were both missing. I soon found them in Kaelyn's room – Sam ironically was fine with the whole 'our daughter having her own room' thing, whereas I was the one freaking out about it – where my wife was carefully tucking my sleepy daughter into bed... er, crib, I guess.

I just stood in the doorway, shoulder propped up against the doorjamb as I watched the two most important people in the world to me, a contented smile on my face. Yep, this really is all I need from life.

As much embarrassment and trouble as it brought me, I'm incredibly grateful that I didn't lock my door three years ago. My life just wouldn't have been the same if I had.

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“Remember that heavy debt in nose boops you racked up earlier?" Sam asked me as she closed our bedroom door. “Well I'm here to collect."

I got aroused despite the silliness of what she'd just said.

“Will that be in dollars, euros, or sensuality?" I inquired as she walked up to me, her soft, warm human body pressing against my now much more muscled form – I used to be such a wimp.

“Hmm, that last one sounds good," she told me as we kissed. Our kisses have become a lot more meaningful and passionate in the years we've been together. They've lost their jolt, but gained something deeper.

As our lips locked, our hands explored. I ran my hands along the still slightly rough but amazing tan skin of Sam's arms, just enjoying the touch, the feeling of my skin on hers. She meanwhile skipped right to the point and began unbuttoning my shirt, running her hands across my chest the moment she got the fabric out of the way.

“Working in the sporting section must be very... taxing," she said as my hands worked their way under her shirt, sliding up her sides and feeling her modest but shapely curves.

“I don't think that's where I gained this extra muscle," I told her with a playful grin. “I'm pretty sure I got it from our countless bouts of lovemaking."

Sam leaned forward and kissed me again right as I made my way to her perky breasts – which had grown bigger after giving birth to and nursing Kae. She moaned a little as I began playing with her nipples in that slightly rough yet simultaneously gentle manner she loves so much, her perky pink tips growing hard and erect as I did.

“Then let's buff you out a bit more, hmm?" she purred after breaking our kiss, walking over to the bed enticingly, her hips swaying side to side in a way she knows drives me crazy.

“I take it you want to skip the foreplay tonight," I guessed at her current mood as I stripped off my pants, basing my theory on both her tone of voice as well as the flash of a drenched pussy she gave me with a flick of her tail.

“What do you think?" I watched, captivated by my wife as she stripped off her shirt and laid down on the bed, exposing the full glory of her body for my eyes to feast upon.

“I think you can't wait," I replied as I came up to the end of the bed, grabbing her thighs and pulling her a little closer to me. “And neither can I."

My cock easily slid into Sam's pussy, still remarkably tight despite having given birth. She uttered a sigh of pleasure as I entered her, a feeling familiar to both of us but that somehow feels new each time we do it.

“Mmm, just as good as our first time," she murmured happily as I bent over and embraced her, starting off slow. “Maybe even better."

“I'd like to think I've improved my technique a bit since the old days," I chuckled, intentionally thrusting into her g-spot. She gasped, taken off guard, but quickly retaliated by tightening her vaginal muscles around me, causing me to grimace in pleasure.

“Me too, lover-boy," she said just a bit mockingly, giving me a loving kiss.

For a few minutes we stayed like this, quietly holding each other as I moved in and out slowly but firmly, warming up for the more energetic fun to come. After a while Sam began showing signs of wanting more, so I decided it was probably best to move things along.

“Ooh, yeah," she moaned softly as I sped up my rhythm, penetrating a little deeper into her with each thrust. A few seconds later I sped up again, taking Sam a bit off guard. “Aren't you anxious? Not that I mind, that... ooh... that feels nice."

I grinned, reaching one hand out to grab hold of one of Sam's tits while using the other to locate her clit.

“I'll make it even better, as payment for those boops," I told her, twisting her nipple and stimulating her clitoris at the same time. Her back arched a bit, sweet moans of ecstasy escaping her lips. They only increased in magnitude as I suddenly changed tactics with my cock and began repeatedly hitting her g-spot, eliciting the most pleasure I could with my rod.

“C-Cut it out Ave, I... I can't handle this much at once!" she cried out, her tongue actually lolling out as pure bliss filled her eyes. Within seconds of my 'special treatment' she came, then a few seconds later she came again. Damn, her muscles keep constricting and loosening, and it's driving me crazy!

“I'm cumming Sam!" I told her as I grabbed onto her legs, changing from hitting her g-spot to instinctively thrusting as deeply into her as I could. The tip of my cock rammed into the entrance to her womb over and over again, driving both her and I crazy as I fucked her for all I was worth.

“Cum inside, Ave! Let's make another baby together!"

Last time she asked me to cum inside, a million red warning lights went off. This time, despite this being a bit spur-of-the-moment, I was happy to oblige.

“I love you Ave!" Sam cried out as I released spurt after spurt of live-forming sperm into her, fertilizing the egg within her womb. Knowing I was making another child with her somehow amplified the experience, and after having the best orgasm in my life I pulled out of Sam and wearily collapsed on the bed beside her, feeling abnormally drained.

“Well I adore you. Do I win?" I asked her with a grin. Sam just smirked, then poked my nose.

“Boop," she said. “Divine retribution."

“Well you are my goddess," I told her as I reached out and pulled her close to me.

“Ave?" She said my name as she snuggled close.

“Yeah?"

“What should we name the baby?"

I thought about it for a moment. Honestly us having another kid wasn't exactly planned out ahead of time, and it's going to make things a little more difficult, but I can't say I'm at all against it. Besides for which it's too late now anyhow, so even if I did have regrets it wouldn't matter.

“If it's a boy, how about Robert, or Daryl, after one of our dads?" Sam laughed at my suggestion, prompting me to frown. “What? Is there something bad with that?"

“Hell yeah," Sam said between snorts. “Who wants to be named after their grandpa? It should be fine for our grandkids, but we're definitely not doing it."

“Some people would disagree with you, but not me," I murmured under my breath, hesitant to ruin the mood with potential argument material.

“Anyways, I kind of like Nathaniel. It's kinda dignified, but if he doesn't like sounding like some rich kid, or the other boys make fun of his name, he can change it to Nate. Nate sounds cool, you know? Like the class stud during high school, oh what was his name?"

“The pretty-boy vampire who was friends with – ugh – Danny Nielman?" I asked her, getting an amused nod in reply. “Dean. He was actually a pretty nice guy, one of the few who didn't judge us. I'll admit he was a bit too... loose, though. Heard there were a lot of girls in school that were not happy with him."

“Yeah..." Sam trailed off with a disgusted look on her face. “But Dean, that was the name I was thinking sounded kind of cool. Like Nate."

“Heh, I don't really think Dean sounds all that cool, but I like Nate and Nathaniel both," I said. “And what about girl names?"

“Easy, Aurora." A name I hadn't thought Sam would come up with entered my ears.

“Oh? Aurora, huh? Like Aurora Borialis?"

“What's that?"

I sighed.

“The Northern Lights?"

“Oh, so that's what that means. I hear people saying it but always forget to do a net search for it later."

“So why Aurora?"

Sam pondered her answer for a moment, then replied.

“Because it's a pretty name."

“As good a reason as any, I suppose," I said. “I like that name, but I also like Bethany. It's sort of like Nathaniel in that it has a nickname that's also technically a name."

“Hmm, not bad. If it's a girl I guess we'll choose between the two based on whether she looks more like an Aurora or a Bethany."

Me and Sam both looked at each other, smiling like a couple of idiots.

“I'm so thankful you came storming into my life," I told the woman in my arms, the one I love with every fiber of my being.

“I'm glad the door was unlocked." I was a little surprised that she brought that up when I'd just been thinking about it a half hour ago. What a coincidence.

“As pathetic as it was, I'm glad I was jacking off to you when you did it," I chuckled in embarrassment.

“Hey Ave?"

“Yeah?"

“Let's try our best to grow old together, all right?"

“It's my heart's desire, my darling wife."

“Boop."

“Okay, now you're just being a hypocrite."

Fin