Pregnant Lactating Sister Bang

“Pregnant Lactating Sister Bang”

by J.D. Savanyu

I drove all the way from Richmond to my sister’s house in Tampa, in a record heat wave. Playing some smooth jazz and trying to forget all those whiny stories by VCU writing majors. Carrie greets me on her front porch with a big smile, wearing a loose fitting white romper dress. She’s a twenty-something natural redhead, eight months pregnant with big milk-swollen boobies, but still pretty as hell.

“Hey, Jakey! I’ve missed you sooo much!” she beams, kissing me square on the lips. “Come on in, sweetie. Ya gotta see the baay-bee!” she croons, imitating that annoying lady on Seinfeld.

She leads me through a small living room and kitchen with all kinds of shit strewn about haphazardly. Just what you’d expect from a single mother. We go quietly upstairs to a small guest bedroom with a crib in the corner, containing Lucy Sky Harrison. The radiant eleven month-old baby dozes peacefully under a pink blanket, with the soothing sound of river rapids playing on nearby speakers.

“Isn’t little Sky-Sky just adorable?” Carrie whispers.

“Like mother, like daughter.”

“Aw, you’re too kind,” she giggles while hugging me and stroking my biceps. Carrie was always madly in love with me, and vice-versa, even when we were little kids. One of my earliest memories is having a “pretend wedding” with my sister in the backyard of our parents’ house in Saint Petersburg. Our highly affectionate bond stayed strong all the way through high school. Many other teenagers wondered if we were commiting incest. We were never that affectionate, but our relationship definitely wasn’t “normal.”

“I downloaded a ten-hour river sound from YouTube,” Carrie says. “It makes Lucy sleep like a log, and drowns out other noises to keep her asleep.”

“That’s the only thing YouTube is good for,” I remark.

“Come on, bro, it’s hot as hell today. Let’s have a cold drink.”

She leads me back downstairs, clears the crap off her sofa, and cracks open a cold bottle of cheap red wine.

“Here you go, Jakey. I’m all preggers, so you’re drinking for two,” she beams while handing me a glass full of fermented grape juice. Her awkward child-laden body plops down on the sofa, and she takes a sip from her own glass of nonalcoholic pink lemonade. Her coffee table is covered with People magazines and breast milk pumps.

“Thanks, sis, I really need this drink after a long hard semester. Being an MFA writing professor gives me a steady paycheck, but too many headaches.”

“The whole literary industry is going down the toilet. I’m so glad I went to law school instead.”

Carrie sighs pleasantly, tosses her shiny ginger bangs, and strokes her hot sweaty legs below her white dress. I can’t help staring at them, and she notices my gaze with a sweet giggle. I take a bigger sip of wine.

“Damn, I’m sweating up a storm,” she groans. “Do you mind if I take off my dress?”

Holy shit. “Uhh… no, I don’t mind. Whatever makes you comfortable.”

She gets up and lifts that loose white romper right over her head, revealing a white bra over her big swollen breasts, and white “granny panties” beneath her bulging belly. She’s still a perfect ten, even in the third trimester. My dick starts getting hard, and I try real hard to stop it.

“Why don’t you take off that stuffy professor suit?”

“Uh… well… wow,” I stammer incredulously.

“Come on, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before on those Florida beaches.”

“You’re right. We had a lot of fun back then, wrestling in the waves.”

“I always won those wrestling matches,” she boasts proudly. I get up and strip reluctantly down to my boxer shorts, savoring a light tropical breeze on my bare flesh through an open window with a great view of palm trees in her backyard

“My my,” Carrie murmurs in admiration. “I haven’t seen those big muscles before!”

“Yeah, I’ve been hitting the weight machines at the VCU gym. It’s the best form of anger management.”

“You’re becoming a big strong He-Man, just like my old boyfriend.”

“Say, why did you break up with Charlie?”

“I didn’t. He just walked out the door, right after I told him I was pregnant with his second child.”

“Fucking deadbeat asshole,” I mutter. The alcohol is starting to kick in, unleashing my true savagely sarcastic personality.

“My sentiments exactly.” She scoots closer, and rests her head on my left shoulder. “Life is a lot harder without him, and I’m so lonely.”

“Me too. There’s nothing going on in the romance department up in Richmond.”

“Aw, poor baby. No gothy lit chicks are hitting on Professor Harrison,” she says playfully.

“They are hitting on me, but I don’t feel like hitting back anymore. I’m tired of fast women and stupid fantasies. I need a real, dependable lover. Someone who’s still there for me after the fun stops.”

“Someone like me, darling,” she says sweetly, and plants another kiss on my lips.

“But you’re my sister. You have to love me, so that doesn’t count.”

“Oh yes it does.”

She giggles again, then she straddles my lap and drapes her arms loosely around my neck, with her big baby belly pressing against my washboard six-pack. Whoa!

“What are you doing, Carrie?”

“Getting frisky. I want to take our relationship to the next level, baby.”

Oh my god, oh my god. “But you’re my… sister!”

“I’m also your biggest fantasy. I’ve been reading all those sex stories you’ve been posting on Literotica. They’re so hot, and all those slutty redheads are obviously based on me.”

“Those girls are just… just…”

“Everything you need. Come on, Jake. I want your cock so bad. I’ve wanted it for so long.”

“Oh my god, you can’t be serious.” (But I’ve felt the same way just as long, and just as badly.)

“You know I’m serious, bro.”

She kisses me passionately, and my dick gets fully hard against her panties. This is so fucking crazy. I have to stop it, but the alcohol and years of taboo fantasies urge me onward. She pulls back and massages my firm pectorals with a naughty grin.

“My favorite story is ‘Redhead Bunny Girl Bukkake.’ You made that Playboy Club waitress real sweet and funny. And her gangbang with ten porn stars in a Vegas penthouse? Damn, what a ride. I’ve been masturbating to that every night!”

She kisses me harder, and my resistance quickly melts. The baby hormones are driving her crazy, and I have to find out how crazy.

“Holy shit, girl. How far is this incest gonna go?”

“All the way, bro. It’s not like you can make me more pregnant.”

“God fucking damn,” I groan in utter disbelief. “All right, all right. But just this one time.”

“Sure, baby, just a one-time roll in the hay. Let’s make the most of it.”

She kisses me again, with arousal pushing the last traces of revulsion out of my mind.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” she says in a naughty girlish tone. I get up and get naked, and she whistles in admiration at my long prick.

“Nice package, bro. You used to be a flabby dork, but now you’re a real man.”

She stands up slowly and shucks off her lingerie while humming pleasantly. Her pale milky DD tits are fucking incredible, with traces of actual milk glistening on each pointy pink nipple.

“Not bad, sis. Your milkshake always brought the boys to the yard.”

She grabs my dick right away, stroking the upper four inches slowly but firmly.

“Damn, girl, you so crazy.”

“Look who’s talking.”

She grabs my balls with the other hand, making me gasp with perverted pleasure. The sense of danger makes it twice as sweet. Hoping like hell our parents don’t pay us a surprise visit from across the bridge in Saint Petersburg.

“It’s not healthy, Jake. Writing lots of stories about dirty sluts like your sister, and throwing them all over the web. I’m getting that taboo temptation out of your system, so you can move on to better ideas.”

She gets down on her knees nice and slow, and slides three out of eight inches between her full red lips, rocking her beautiful red head gently back and forth.

“Fuck yeah, Carrie. Suck your brother’s dick real good.”

She keeps slurping my schlong slowly but surely, with just the right amount of suction, nibbling, and tongue play, sending me to cloud nine.

“Oh fuck, the rumors were true. You give the best blowjob in Tampa Bay.”

My head swims through a wide array of sex scenes from my stories. That kinky cowgirl Kelly Kross gave great fictional hummers, but this is the real deal.

“Crazy fucking bitch,” I growl, getting into my usual dominant character, even if my sexual partner happens to be my sister. “I’m gonna fuck your face!”

I grab her red bangs with both hands, and thrust away while growling. She growls right back, vibrating every inch of my dick. Getting my balls quickly in a tight knot, and making me forget how illegal and immoral this is. I want to make it last, so I slow down for a little, speed back up, slow down again, then speed up again.

“I wanna pound those big fucking tits. Get your ass down on the couch!”

“Yes sir, my beloved brother,” she giggles sweetly. She plops down on the orange cushions, then I kneel down astride her, straddling her wide flabby child-bearing hips. I squeeze her tits against my dick, making it disappear beneath two big fleshy mountains. I titty-fuck her fast, then slow, then fast, then slow.

“Fuck yeah, bro! Bang those boobies like Jack the Milkman!” she shouts, referencing one of my period pieces about a 1950’s milk delivery guy who fucks a desperate housewife.

“God damn, you’re so fucking hot. I bet Charley is kicking his own ass for dumping you.”

“Fuck that asshole Chuck! I’m banging him out of your system.”

I squeeze her tits harder, and a trickle of white stuff oozes out of her nipples, making drool ooze out of my mouth.

“Come on, I know you want to wet-nurse your sister. Get your lips on those nips.”

I plunge down to her jugs and bury my face in warmy pillowy Himalayas of happiness. Nuzzling her left nipple with instinctive fervor, getting a hot blast of mammary fluid that tastes like heavily sweetened almond milk. I growl under my breath while stroking her other breast with one hand and stroking my cock with the other. I swallow it down and nibble those nips for more and more milk, getting a nice dairy treat after an eight-hour fast. The last thing I ate was a chorizo sausage biscuit with pepper jack cheese at “South of the Border” off I-95 in South Carolina. I washed down that spicy breakfast sandwich with a cool creamy chocolate milkshake.