Rosalind's Maternal Urges (NSFW)

    Robert was roused from his impromptu late afternoon slumber by the sound of the heavy wooden door to Lutece Labs being violently slammed shut. He knew it was her from the sound of her footsteps, and the pace let him know that whatever was bothering her, it was urgent.

    "Robert, I want a baby." Proclaimed as she paced into the study.

    "You want-" Robert blurted, still reeling from his sudden wakening.

    "A baby." Rosalind affirmed in a stern tone.

    "Dear sister, didn't we learn our lesson with the girl and Mr. DeWitt?"  Robert said, attempting to defuse Rosalind's intense demeanor.

    "No, not like that. I mean pregnancy, giving birth." Rosalind corrected, taking a seat in the chair opposite to his.

    "But who woul-Dear sister, you can't be suggesting-" Robert stammered, her clinical gaze not going unnoticed.

    "I am, and we will. Here, I've set a schedule that should allow us to achieve fertilization with optimal efficiency." She said, producing a small stack of papers and placing them on the table.

    "where's the fun in that?" Robert quipped, eying the myriad notes on fertility cycles and nutritional intake. "And have you taken into consideration our-"

    "Connection? I've chosen you precisely because of that connection. Who else could I trust?" Rosalind intoned, spreading the sheets of paper out across the table. She was quite proud of how meticulous she had been.

    "Well, I suppose that's true. But need I tell you how irresponsible this is?"

    "To the contrary, brother. There's nobody more responsible. Here, see this?" Rosalind handed him one of the sheets. "I've created nutritional intake charts for all the way up to age 13. Who else could plan for a child like this? Who else could provide them with nearly unlimited educational resources? Why, dear brother there's nobody more responsible in all of Columbia." She answered in a combative tone.

    "Even so-"

    "Then, is it an issue of physical attraction?" Rosalind inquired, leaning ever so slightly towards Robert. Her hand touching his.

    "Dear sister, you know that's not true." Robert responded. He could feel his face flushing slightly. "But in all this, have you taken into consideration how I might feel on the matter?"

    "Not particularly." Rosalind said matter of factly. A superior smile spread across her face.

    "No, I don't suppose you would." He replied. Neither him nor his sister would deny their mutual egoism. But it certainly chafed being on the receiving end.

    "Well, since you've ran out of excuses and obviously aren't doing anything important, I want you in my room in five minutes. Clothing is NOT an option, dear brother." She said, patting his hand lightly.

    Rosalind glided out of the room with a speed that was nearly preternatural, leaving a bewildered Robert to contemplate the events of the last five minutes. It was certainly no secret that Robert felt physical, and even emotional attraction towards his sister. But he had never imagined that it would be beyond that, simple attraction. And children? He always secretly entertained the thought of starting a family. This was everything he had secretly desired, but was unable to express. And yet, this felt so...clinical. He had to say something.

    As Robert approached her bedroom he could see through the half-opened door that she was already naked. Stopping just outside her door and shielding his view with one hand he began to make his ultimatum. "Rosalind, I must insist-" But it was quickly abandoned as she wordlessly pulled him inside her room and kissed him deeply and forcefully, betraying the initially clinical atmosphere she had presented.

    Extracting herself, Rosalind whispered in his ear. "Robert, your clothes." As Robert hastily completed the task, Rosalind stepped back to admire his body. His insistence on diet and distracting early morning exercises had paid off well, especially when it came to his well formed buttocks and strong arms. The rowing, no doubt, also helped. Likewise Robert admired Rosalind. Lutece family genetics had conspired to form a woman with of subtle curves and pert breasts. It's a shame he had been unable to fully appreciate them until now, he thought to himself.

    The siblings locked eyes and moved towards the bed, Robert guiding Rosalind onto all fours. Rosalind turned to meet Roberts gaze and readied herself to receive him. Robert entered her, gently at first, taking in the feeling of initial penetration. Slowly he began to work himself into a rhythm. Biting her lip and fighting the bucking of her hips, Rosalind gripped the sheets. Robert increased his pace and his hands found purchase on Rosalind's hips. His mind awash in a sea of animalistic instinct. This is it, this is what he had wanted, her, like this. Rosalind exhaled and tried to fight the urge to vocalize the intensity. She bucked her hips in time with Roberts thrusts. She knew she would be unable to hold back much longer, and Robert appeared to be nearly at his limit as well. Rosalind gave a short, wordless exclamation as their mutual climax slowly brought them both back into to reality.

    Rosalind removed herself and slipped under the sheets. Beckoning to Robert she said "That was really quite magnificent, dear brother."

    Joining her under the covers Robert leaned towards Rosalind and pushed away an errant strand of hair. "The talk, so it was all an act? For what reason?"

    "Oh Robert." She said, kissing his forehead. "We both know that we're both too straight-laced to just go for it without some kind of pretense and pageantry."

    "Perhaps you're right. But what brought this on?"

    Tracing lines across his chest with her fingertip she replied. "Pure lunacy, I assure you. But you know dear brother, I wasn't being entirely dishonest with you. I think I would very much want to have a child, eventually."

    "Dear sister, I think I'd like that very much." Robert said in agreement as he rolled himself into position. "And I believe that I'm ready for round two."