“Good boy, Jakey,” she coos in a comforting motherly tone, stroking my curly brown hair. “Getting a warm meal, and giving momma exactly what she wants.”
She lets me nurse away for a minute, then she taps me on the back of the head.
“All right, that’s enough. Save some for the baby.”
I pull back, wipe off an awesome milk mustache, and slap her flabby left thigh. “Spread those sexy legs, bitch. I know you want to get hammered by your brother.”
“Hell yeah. Fuck me better than Chuck.”
She assumes the doggy-style position on the orange couch, with her tits and baby belly drooping down in all their stretch-marked glory. That would turn off most guys for sure, but it turns me up to the max. Her pussy and asshole wink at me so invitingly. I slide my dick slowly up the former, loving that familiar enveloping moist warmth, and laughing at the absurdity of the situation.
“Oh my fucking god. I can’t believe I’m fucking my goddamn sister.”
“Believe it, boy! Shut up and pound my pregnant pussy!”
I pound away like I always do, slamming her tight wet twat while trying not to picture a tiny human floating in goo at the other end. I stay focused by smacking her flabby ass cheeks firmly and repeatedly.
“Who’s your daddy, you fucking pervy slut?”
“You’re my daddy, bro!”
I fuck and spank her harder, never as locked in as I am right now.
“Naughty fucking bitch! You fucking love this taboo shit.”
“Fuck yeah, I needed this so bad. Fucking break my pussy!”
I spank her yet again, and she arches her back in masochistic ecstasy.
“Spank me harder! Turn my naughty ass red!”
I keep whacking those flabby mounds of flesh with my hands while pounding them with my thighs, loving how the smacking sounds reverberate off the bare walls of her small semi-suburban ranch house. I hear the distant sound of a school bus slowing to a squeaky halt, and dropping off a bunch of giggling schoolgirls. I grab Carrie’s arms, yank them above her back, and hold them together at the wrists, turning her into a living wheelbarrow while fucking the shit out of her.
“Fuck yeah, bro, put me in a submission hold. Treat me like those kinky sluts in your stories.”
I keep ramming her pussy at a steady rapid clip, purging my deep well of frustration while picturing Sarah Sprouse, another hot redhead from one of my fiction classes at VCU. The one I used as a model for Chloe in “Billionaire Building BDSM.” That perky Broadway actress who got bound, gagged, pussywhipped, and fucked hard on a sex swing, a thousand feet above Manhattan.
We both work up a heavy sweat in the hot humid room, with her dangling flesh swinging back and forth, back and forth. I try to hold back my load as long as possible, but the wild energy pushes me inevitably over the edge.
“Flip over, bitch. I’m gonna cum all over your big milky tits.”
She flops awkwardly on her back, and I awkwardly assume the position for a facial finish, contorting my legs with one resting on the top ledge of the sofa and the other planted on the floor, to get around her preggers belly. I aim my dick toward one of her pointy pink nipples, and jerk off at full speed.
“Come on bro, bust those nuts on your hot sister. I’ve been dreaming about it for long. Let me fucking taste it!”
“Oh yeah, oh yeah, oooh yeah, ooooooaaaah SHIIIIIIIIT! Ooooooh FUUUUUUUCK!”
It feels as good as it sounds, busting the best nut of my life. Blasting my sister’s jugs with jizz while groaning cathartically, seeing stars on her bare white walls. She laps that man-milk into her mouth with her fingers, moaning in udder contentment. (Pun intended.) I squeeze those big boobies as hard as I can, getting a blast of hot milk all over my fingers, trickling down her chest and onto the orange couch cushions. I lick the hot sweet milk off one hand, then I shove the milky fingers on my other hand into her open mouth. She sucks those creamy digits like five little dicks, getting her fill of perversion.
“I know you love getting bitches off, bro. Jack my fucking clit!”
I reached down and flick her bean in a rapid blur, making her moan even louder. She quickly reaches an earth-shattering orgasm, squirting all over my abs, and making me feel so damn macho. Her groaning gradually subsides to dreamy murmuring.
“God damn, Jake, that was fucking awesome. You left me tired and sweaty and sore, just the way I like it.”
“That was crazier than any porn story I ever wrote, or read, or watched.”
“Non-fiction is better than fiction, in my humble opinion,” she replies sweetly while playing with her clit.
“I’ve always fantasized about incest, but I’ve never written any stories about it. It just seemed too damn weird, even by my standards.”
“You should write one about this. It’ll get a ton of views on Literotica, including mine.”
She sighs luxuriantly, and wipes the sweat off her forehead.
“I can’t believe your baby slept through all that racket. That’s one hell of a river video.”
“I know, right? How did parents ever survive before the internet?”
The reminder of the rest of our family makes us sigh simultaneously. Waking us up to the harsh reality of being incestuous lovers in a deep south red state. Now comes the hard part: pretending like this never happened when we visit mom and dad in their seaside house.
“Come on sis, let’s hit the showers.”
I take her by the hand and lead her upstairs, passing the small room with little Lucy Sky Harrison. The cute baby is still sleeping like a log, floating down a virtual mountain river.
“Enjoy the high life while you got it, babe,” I whisper sarcastically. Carrie giggles softly, then she grabs my flaccid penis and pulls me into the adjacent bathroom. We step into a small tub, and she turns on the cold water full blast. Incredibly refreshing on a record hot day. Raising goose bumps and raising my manhood. That hot celtic redhead grabs a bar of Irish Spring soap and lathers me up real good. The flowery aroma enhances my pleasant trance.
“So, bro,” she beams, “was that really just a one-time roll in the hay?”
“Hell no. I’m gonna fuck you as many times as possible over the next five days, before I go back to Richmond.”
“Goodie gumdrops!” she beams girlishly while lathering up my toned ass cheeks. “We’re gonna have so much fun together, playing lots of dirty games on the playground.”
“Damn, I love it when you talk like a naughty schoolgirl.”
“I know you love this, too.”
She lathers up my cock with Irish Spring, just like Alice in “Apartment 609.” It quickly rises to full mast, and she strokes it slowly while squeezing hard, all the way up and down.
“Oh fuck,” I groan while tilting my head back into the cold falling water. “Keep jerking, sis. I wanna blow another load on your baby bump.”
She keeps jerking at a moderate tempo. The crackling creamy soapy sound mixes with the splashing shower water, driving me crazy.
“Faster, bitch! You know how I like it!”
She jacks my johnson as fast as she can, making me growl again while gazing at me with those big green fairy eyes. It feels so good, I don’t even think about making it last.
“Get down on your knees, sis! Your bro is gonna blast your face!”
I let it rip once again, shooting a smaller wad right in the middle of her “preggers” belly. She fingers it into her mouth as I shudder and groan loudly, with cold H2O caressing my backside.
“Get ready for a five-day thrill ride, Carrie. We’re gonna take a lot more showers before I march back up to the capital of the confederacy.”
“Sounds like a good plan. When you come back for christmas, I’ll have a new baby and a new boyfriend… hopefully.”
“Try not to fall for another Charlie.”
“Hell, I probably will. There’s too many Charlies out there, and not enough Jakes.”
Leave a Reply