Pregnant With My Stepbrother's Child

DAVE

I was in my bedroom, doing one of the things I love to do most- watching porn. The sweet sensation of the screen filled the room, the curtains drawn tight to shield the golden light of the late afternoon as I thrust my cock with my hand under the duvet.

Suddenly, the door screeched open, and there she was, my step-sister, stepping in a carefree aura in a pink bikini adorned with floral patterns, the colors vivid against her sun-kissed skin. The fabric fitted perfectly, snatching every curve, and the flowers seemed to come alive as if nature itself had stitched them into place.

Her presence immediately shifted the atmosphere, turning my isolated moment into something charged and unexpected.

Of course, living under the same roof naturally creates a bond of familiarity and closeness. I know that I should never consider any inappropriate or sexual feelings toward her. I've never truly believed that I harbored such feelings, nor did I think of her in that way. However, I can't deny that I've always had this persistent urge to play with her boobs. It was driven by a genuine desire to enjoy moments of fun together.

"Hey, Dave," she yelled out, breaking my concentration on my phone. Her voice had a flirty edge that immediately caught my attention. I looked up, having a perfect look at her in her sexy bikini. My eyes instinctively widened as I tried to take in the full picture of her without seeming obvious.

"What do you think of my bikini?" she asked, striking a funny pose.

I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to word out my response. "Uh... it mightn't be bad, depending on what you need it for," I said, adding, "and, well, vice versa."

She raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by my cryptic answer. "I'm trying to pick an outfit for Trina's pool party," she explained, placing a hand on her hip.

I let my gaze linger a little longer, assessing. "Spin around," I said finally, gesturing with a circular motion of my finger. "Let me see the back."

Without hesitation, she turned, giving me a full view of the bikini from behind. I frowned slightly, pretending to be deliberate. "Hm... I don't think I like it. Wear something else, you've got plenty to choose from."

She sighed but didn't argue, disappearing back into her room. When she returned, my breath caught in my throat. This time, she was wearing a pink, tiny v-string bikini bottom that disappeared into her butt crack, paired with a halter-neck bikini top that left very little to the imagination. Her skin glowed under the soft light, and the confident way she carried herself made her all the more stunning. I was already picturing how sexy her naked body would be.

"So?" she asked, tilting her head and giving me an expectant look. "You're awfully quiet, Dave. Don't you like it?"

I blinked, completely disarmed. My throat felt dry as I tried to find words. "Th-This is... absolutely a killer," I stammered, my voice barely steady.

She smirked, clearly enjoying my reaction. "Killer, huh? So I take this to be a yes?"

I nodded, though part of me wished I could say no just to make her change again. "Yeah... a definite yes," I managed to say, still trying to gather my scattered thoughts.

"What are you doing on your phone?" Evelyn asked, stepping closer and casually sitting down at the edge of the bed, her curious eyes fixed on me.

"Nothing for you to worry about," I replied, deliberately vague as I shifted slightly to obscure the screen. "Mind your business, Evie," flicking my finger to her forehead.

"Ouch," she said skeptically, leaning forward just enough to glance in my direction. Her sudden movement caused her to brush against my hand, her full boobs hitting the back of my hand.

Holy shit! Her boobs were way beyond succulent. I wanted to grab it and have a proper hold of it.

"Hey, watch it," I teased, taking the opportunity to tickle her side.

"Stop it!" she squealed, laughter bubbling up uncontrollably as she squirmed away. "You know I don't like it when you tickle me!"

"Too bad," I said with a mischievous grin, doubling down on my attack. She twisted and laughed harder, trying to grab my wrist while still inching closer to snatch my phone.

"Let me see what you're hiding," she demanded, her hand darting toward the device.

"Not a chance," I shot back, laughing as I held the phone just out of her reach.

But she was quicker than I expected. In one smooth motion, she managed to catch the phone. I couldn't even pause the video in time before the screen lit up with what I'd been watching- the girl on the guy with his cock in her butthole.

Her laughter stopped as her eyes widened in disbelief. "This is gross!" she said, her nose scrunching up. "I don't understand why people find this kind of stuff enjoyable."

"Really?" I replied, feigning nonchalance as I leaned back on my elbows. "I don't think it's bad." I glanced at the screen again before meeting her gaze. "Actually... I think I like it."

Her mouth dropped open for a moment before she smirked, tossing the phone back at me. "Well, you're officially weird," she said with a playful shake of her head, standing up. "Enjoy your totally not gross video, you weirdo."

"Don't judge until you've given it a fair shot," I called after her, laughing.

"Eww," she said dramatically, twisting her face into an exaggerated, funny grimace. "Why would you enjoy that when there's plush, soft, and sweet pussy?"

I couldn't help but chuckle at her bluntness. "I like them both, actually," I said with a shrug, keeping my tone light. "But why do you think it's so awful?"

"That's obvious," she said, folding her arms. "It's too small. I doubt anything could even fit, not even a finger."

"Wow," I replied, raising an eyebrow. "Maybe you should give it a proper try before condemning it outright."

She laughed softly, shaking her head. "I have tried it before, but it didn't work."

My curiosity piqued. "Oh? Who did you try it with?" I asked, leaning in slightly.

She paused for a moment, her eyes darting away before she rolled them playfully. Curling her lips into a sly smile, she replied, "That's a secret."

"Oh, come on, spill," I said, grinning as I reached out, teasingly attempting to fondle her boobs.

She swatted my hands away, laughing. "Okay, stop it!" she exclaimed. "Fine, I tried it with Sam," she admitted, a small smile playing on her lips.

I tilted my head, pretending to consider. "Hmm, well, I think Sam probably wasn't that good at it," I teased. "There are ways to make it enjoyable, you know."

"The thing is," she said, leaning in, "even his finger couldn't go in, not to mention his cock."

I blinked, momentarily at a loss for words, before breaking into a laugh. "Sounds like Sam really needed a better game plan."

"Or maybe," she retorted, smirking, "it's just not for me."

I smiled slyly, shaking my head. "Wow, I never knew my sister was this bad," I said, teasing her.

She gasped, playfully swatting my arm. "Stop it!" she said, feigning offense. "I'm only telling you because you're my brother. Besides, Sam is quite an expert when it comes to sex, based on other girls' judgment. He was good at... well, everything, as they said."

I raised an eyebrow, leaning back as if sizing her up. "Sam, huh? Sounds like you're giving him a lot of credit. But honestly..." I smirked, pointing to myself. "I think I'm quite the expert. Like a full-blown Sex-God, if you ask me."

She burst out laughing, rolling her eyes. "Oh, please. Sex-God? You wish!"

"I'm serious," I shot back, crossing my arms in mock indignation. "And let me tell you something, there's no hole that a finger can't penetrate. That's just a fact."

She stared at me for a moment, her mouth falling open in exaggerated disbelief before she snorted with laughter. "You're so full of yourself," she said, shaking her head. "Sex-God, my ass."

"Hey, don't knock it till you've seen me in action," I quipped, grinning.

"That's one thing I never want to see," she replied, laughing as she grabbed a pillow and threw it at me. "I'm serious. Not all are the same," she said, her gaze unwavering.

"What are you even talking about?" I pretended like I didn't know

"Please, let me take a look at your dick Mr. Sex-God."

DAVE

Before I could react, she swiftly pulled the duvet away, her hand brushing lightly against my twelve inches fat cock.

Her eyes widened in admiration. "Wow," she murmured, almost to herself. "You're huge. I can't imagine this fitting into just anyone."

Yes, she has to be amazed, no girl ever saw my twelve inches fat cock and not be amazed. Most of the ladies I'd fucked passed out in the process and the few strong ones barely lifted their legs. I always made sure I hit their womb to give them their best experience.

Before I knew how heated the conversation was, she had already lowered her pants.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice betraying my shock.

She met my gaze boldly. "Proving a point," she said, her tone laced with teasing. "Take a look. My butthole is different. You can see how tiny it's," she said, dabbing a finger delicately around her butthole as if to prove her point.

The softness of her curves tested my restriction as I fought against the urge to squeeze my step-sister's ass. I swallowed hard my hands twitching with the thought of her fullness.

"Ever ducked a finger in it before?"

She nodded softly. "Never."

Unable to resist the urge, I moved my hand toward her, gently caressing her butt crack. My middle finger traced her butthole softly.

"What are you doing? I told you not to touch," she whispered, though her breath hitched as I continued.

"Trust me," I murmured, brushing away her concerns. "It's okay. I'll be gentle."

She bit her lip, hesitating for a moment, her voice shaky. "Are you sure? I'm really nervous."

I met her gaze, reassuring her with a quiet, "Mm-hmm."

Slowly, I pressed my finger inside her hole, the warmth of her body pulling me deeper.

Suddenly, a gasp escaped her lips, followed by a soft, blissful moan. "You're truly really in," she whispered, her body trembling lightly as the pleasure took hold.

As I continued to thrust my finger gently inside her, her moans grew louder, each breath becoming more intense. Her body responded to every motion, her hole tightening around my finger in a slow, rhythmic pulse that made the connection even more intimate.

With a soft smile, I brought my finger up to my mouth, slowly swirling my tongue around and licking it clean. Watching her closely, I noticed how she bit her lower lip, a silent indication of her increasing pleasure. The taste was divine, a perfect mix of warmth and sweetness that felt entirely hers.

The way she looked at me, her eyes filled with vulnerability and ecstasy, made my heart race even more.

Evelyn was more than breathtaking-she was unforgettable.

My dear sister tastes heavenly.

I watched her with desire, with her moans growing louder as she moved with me, her soft, round butt bouncing rhythmically with my gentle thrust. Her body seemed to respond instinctively, pulling me deeper into her warmth as the connection between us intensified.

"How does it feel, Evie?" I murmured, my hands gripping her soft hips before sliding to squeeze her inviting butt.

Her voice was breathy, almost trembling. "Oh my God, it feels incredible. I never thought it'd be this good," she admitted, her words laced with surprise and surrender.

"See? I told you," I replied, pulling out before jerking in deeper, my movements gaining passion.

Her cries grew louder, her fingers clutching the sheets as if anchoring herself against the overwhelming sensation. She screamed my name, her body trembling under the pleasure, while I watched her, captivated by every one of her cries.

I am sure she can't take half of my fat twelve inches cock, if she ever tried, she'd land in the hospital for moaning this loud because of only the tip. And perhaps, this is her first time and for sure, I wanted my sister's first time to be a memorable one. But I will make sure she gets used to her brother's cock as time goes on.

I'd had my fair experiences of butthole sex, but this was unlike anything before. Our connection felt different, almost otherworldly. "You truly have a special hole, my dear sister," I whispered, my voice thick with admiration.

She didn't respond with words, only squirming beneath me, her body speaking volumes in its movements.

With a swift motion, I lifted her effortlessly, her body melting into my arms with her eyes locked with mine. The tension between us deepened as I reached behind her, freeing her full and catchy breasts from the prison of her bikini top.

My eyes widened as her boobs jumped out. Jeez, my favorite.

The part of her I had been craving for what felt like forever was here. The sight of her bare pointed boobs, and the perfect long nipples I'd dreamed of, sent a rush of heat through me. Her sexy nipples, the part of her that I couldn't wait one second longer attracted me in like a magnet.

Without hesitation, I leaned down, my lips brushing against her skin, worshipping the softness before capturing her nipple between my teeth. I bit down gently, just enough to tease, taking pleasure in the way her body shivered under my touch. My hand filled with the fullness of her breast.

Every touch was a fulfillment of the longing I had bottled up. The taste of her, the warmth, and the way her breath hitched, all consumed me, feeding a desire that only she could satisfy.

Cupping her face, I let my fingers roam around her soft and warm skin, marveling at the way she shivered under my touch. I'd been a fool for waiting this long to experience her fully.

"You're everything I've been missing," I murmured, my voice thick with regret and desire. "How did I not realize sooner?"

"Me too," she managed to speak.

As I held her close, the warmth of her body melting into mine, I leaned in and whispered softly, "I think this has to be my best moment. So tell me, what is this moment to you?" My voice carried a mixture of curiosity and confidence as if I already knew her answer but wanted to hear her say it.

She turned her face toward me, her lips slightly parted, her breathing shallow. "To be sincere, this is also my best," she murmured, her voice trembling with unspoken emotions. A weak undertone of a moan escaped her lips, making her vulnerability even more palpable. Her words weren't just a response; they were a confession, one that fueled my pride.

I smiled, the corner of my lips curving into something both playful and mischievous. "Don't you think," I said, my voice a low, teasing growl, "that you should appreciate me for giving you the best moment of your life?" I added with sarcasm "Dear sister."

Before she could respond, I deliberately thrust deeper, sending waves of pleasure coursing through both of us. Her body reacted instantly, arching my back into mine, and the sound that followed. Goddamn, a sharp, and breathless cry which was like music to my ears. Each sound she made was raw, uninhibited, and filled the room with the kind of intimacy words could never express.

I held her gaze, my movements endless yet intense, waiting for her to find the words, if she ever could. But in that moment, her gratitude wasn't needed in words; but her submissiveness was enough to speak than anything she could say.

I brought my cock to her soft, inviting lips, a teasing smile playing on mine. "Go on," I said, my voice low and commanding. "Have a taste of what you're starting to fall in love with."

Without hesitation, her hand wrapped around my cock with surprise masked on her face. I get she hasn't touched a dick as big as mine in her entire life. She stroked slowly, almost reverently, as if she were worshipping every inch of her big brother's cock. When her mouth finally enveloped me, the warmth and wetness were overwhelming. She choked slightly, pulling back for a breath, but her determination didn't falter. I jerked her head dipping my cock deeper in her sweet mouth.

"Taste good?" I asked, a moan escaping me as she nodded, her eyes locked on mine, glimmering with submission and desire.

Satisfied but craving more, I lifted her effortlessly and carried her to the couch nestled in the corner of my room. Gently, I lowered her chest onto the plush surface, positioning her to grip the armrest for support.

Kneeling behind her, I let my hands roam over her curves before gently spreading her leg. With my head in between her legs, I tilted upward, my lips and tongue savoring her pussy down to her butthole. Her moans filled the room, each one a melody that drove me deeper into the moment, with her voice echoing like music meant only for me.

I couldn't be grateful enough to our parents for the greatest gift of her existence in my life. They brought my baby sister into this world, and in doing so, gave me everything I could ever want or need in a woman. She wasn't just my sister; she was my reason, my purpose, my anchor, my most cherished part of life, and the embodiment of all the love and joy I could ever imagine.

She was brought into the world to serve my fantasies and she has become my world.

She is now claimed and marked as mine in the deepest and the most intimate way.

EVELYN

I woke up in the middle of the night, a strange feeling crawling over my skin. The sudden chill sent a shiver down my spine, and before I could make a sound, a strong, warm hand gently covered my mouth.

"It's me, Evie," a familiar, soothing voice whispered into my ear, the warmth of his breath brushing against my neck.

Hearing him call me that always made my heart skip a beat. He had given me the nickname, and every time he said it, it made me feel like I was on top of the world.

"Okay, Dave, but why are you in my room and on my bed?" I asked softly, still half-dazed by the situation.

"Couldn't sleep," he admitted with a low chuckle. "Every time I close my eyes, all I see is me in your butthole."

I felt a pang of unease at his words and turned to face him. "What do you think Mom and Dad would say if they saw us like this?"

He sighed, his grip on my hand tightening just a bit. "I don't care. All I want is to have you, every day, until my last breath."

"But what about them? We're all they've got," I shot back, my voice firm.

"Then let it be our little secret, dear sister," he said, his tone softening. "If you don't tell anyone, no one will find out. Just be a good sister for me."

"I don't know," I whispered nervously. "What if we get caught?"

He leaned in closer, his voice a low murmur. "Shh, we won't get caught. Trust me."

With his grip tight in my hair, he smirked. "Don't act like you don't enjoy it, dear sister," he said planting a kiss on my neck.

His words made my breath catch, and despite the uncertainty, a part of me couldn't deny the intense pull between us. I really love it but I dare not say it out.

My body responded instinctively to his touch, betraying a truth I was reluctant to accept. I was enjoying it. But why was I feeling this way about my brother? This was wrong, and it shouldn't be happening.

Before I could push him away, he lifted my hips effortlessly, pressing me into the bed. His lips found their way to the hole, teasing the entrance with gentle licks and swirling his tongue in slow, and conscious motions.

A cascade of sensations overtook me, each wave more intoxicating than the last. My body quivered under his touch, surrendering to the thousand and one pleasures coursing through me. Shameless moans spilled from my lips, unrestrained and raw, echoing the overwhelming ecstasy that consumed every inch of my being.

"That's my dear sister," he murmured with vigor, his voice a command as he forcefully tore away my see-through nightwear, leaving me exposed and vulnerable to the moment's desire.

"Dave," I managed to say with one of my sweetest tones.

"My bad dear sister," he said flapping my boobs with his hand. "Say my name again, sister."

"Dave, please. Please I want you."

As I felt his hardness press against my pussy, trying to enter, a wave of panic surged through me. I froze, unsure of how to confess the truth, I was still a virgin at twenty-one. Too shy and overwhelmed to say it aloud, I kept silent, hoping he wouldn't notice until he saw blood on his cock.

I had tried to avoid this moment by experimenting with other ways before, even considering something as gross as my butthole, but that hadn't worked either.

He paused, his breath catching. "You're so damn tight, baby sister," he muttered, his tone tinged with surprise.

My heart raced. He caught me. But I played it cool, pretending not to hear him, my silence a fragile shield against the truth.

"When was the last time another man ducked his cock?" he asked, his voice sharper now, almost accusatory. I caught the unmistakable edge of jealousy in his tone.

"Never," I admitted quietly, my voice trembling. "I've never done this before."

"Don't lie to me, dear sister," he growled, his voice low and menacing, followed by a sharp slap to my stomach that left me gasping.

My body trembled uncontrollably, a shiver running down my spine as my eyes welled with tears. "I'm telling the truth," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "All I've ever done is get fingered."

He narrowed his eyes, studying me with an intensity that made my skin crawl. "Then why haven't you tried it before?" His tone was laced with suspicion, the edge of his words slicing through the silence.

I hesitated, my fingers twisting nervously. "Because all my friends told me how painful their first time was," I admitted, my voice trembling. "I've always been too scared to go through with it."

He smirked, but there was no warmth in it. It was a cruel and toxic expression of dominance. "Trust me, if I find out you're lying to me," he said, his voice dripping with malice, "I'll deal with you mercilessly, sister. You'll regret ever trying to play me."

Why would he even think I'd lie about something so personal and humiliating? All my friends had lost their virginity long before their teenage years, and if I'd experienced mine, I would've been more than willing to share every detail with them. There was no reason to lie, it wasn't worth the shame.

"Suit yourself, Dave," I replied coldly, swallowing the lump in my throat with a drop of my tears. "But you know one thing I can't stand is being accused of something I didn't do. Especially lying."

DAVE

A wave of realization washed over me, hitting me hard. She wasn't lying, she was truly a virgin. Something so intimate and personal wasn't something she'd fabricate.

"Thank you for keeping all of yourself for me, baby sister," I said softly, a flicker of gratitude in my voice as I cupped her boobs. Lowering my head, I captured one of her nipples in my mouth, letting my tongue tease and swirl as if savoring a treasure.

"Don't worry," I whispered between kisses. "I'll be slow, careful, and gentle with you. That's what big brothers do, right? Remember how it was with the anal sex the first time? I gave you everything no one could give you."

"Yes," she managed to say, her voice trembling but steady enough to show her trust. "I remember. If you ask me to trust you, I will. You're my brother, after all, and I know you'll take care of me. You've always given perfect care to every part of my body"

Her words carried a quiet certainty, a belief rooted in how I had handled every intimate part of her with care, patience, and understanding. She surrendered to me not just her body but her faith, and I vowed silently not to betray it.

The desire burned hotter than ever as I felt her wetness envelop my finger. She was ready, completely, and irresistibly ready. Her body was a living invitation, and I couldn't hold back. I pressed the head of my cock against her clit, teasing her with slow and deliberate movements, watching as her arousal grew, her wetness dripping in anticipation.

Just as I was about to slide inside her, claiming what was mine, a sharp knock echoed from the door. Mom.

Frustration coursed through me, my jaw clenching. If she weren't my mother, I might've lost my temper entirely, slamming her head against the wall for ruining such an intoxicating moment. But maybe it was a sign that it wasn't the right time.

After all, she was mine, wholly and irrevocably. There was no need to rush. I could take my time, savoring the anticipation. Perhaps I'd save this moment, making it the ultimate gift for her 22nd birthday, a memory so unforgettable it would belong to us alone.

The thought filled me with an unparalleled sense of satisfaction. Nothing made me happier than knowing I would be the one to take my baby sister's virginity, to guide her into this new world of intimacy.

It was my privilege, my right, and hers to give. Together, we would make it perfect.