Fucking my younger sister in her pregnancy – Part 2
Incest
Submit Report This story is part of the Fucking my younger sister in her pregnancy series The next morning, I watched her moving around the house as if nothing had happened. Amma and the others spoke to her casually, but my eyes couldn’t leave her. Every time she bent to pick something up or sat down to cut vegetables, I felt her teasing me without even trying. And the way she sometimes looked back at me, only when no one else noticed, drove me mad. Her eyes whispered, “Tonight again.” Life at the native was slow. Afternoons were silent, with Appa and Amma drifting into naps. Those were the moments I got closest to her. I’d bring her water, sit near her, and talk about small things. But our hands spoke louder than words. I often couldn’t believe this was the same sister who once snapped at me just for letting my eyes linger on her cleavage. Back then, even a glance would earn me her sharp scolding. And now? Now my hand roams freely over those same curves, sliding under her blouse, squeezing her soft flesh without asking, without shame. And instead of anger, she shivers with desire, her lips parting, her breath quickening. As if she were waiting all her life for me to claim her like this. Sometimes, when I supported her as she stood, her hands lingered near my crotch longer than needed. Other times, she brushed her ass against me in the narrow kitchen, leaving me aching for her. I could feel it in her too, the way she avoided my gaze when others were around, but stared with hunger when no one was watching. One afternoon, she was alone in the kitchen. I slipped in quietly. She froze for a second, but before she could speak, I pressed close behind her, my breath warm against her neck. The smell of spices filled the air, mixing with her soft gasp. “Stop,” she whispered nervously, but her body leaned back into me. I held her waist, savoring her warmth, until footsteps approached. She quickly moved away, picking up a vessel to pretend she was busy. By the time Amma entered, I was already at the doorway, pretending to ask for water. Our little game had nearly given us away, and that danger only fueled us more. That same day, Amma had to travel to her native place for a two-day function. She entrusted Aditi’s care to me and left. The house instantly felt different. We teased each other openly now, stealing kisses in the kitchen, hugging in the hall when Appa was outside. And in the back of my mind, I was waiting for the night, knowing Appa was a deep sleeper. Tonight, we could finally enjoy each other without fear. When night came, we didn’t rush like the first time. We whispered in the dark, lying close on her bed. Aditi asked softly, “Do you think they’ll ever find out?” I smiled. “Not if you keep your voice down.” She slapped my chest lightly, laughing, then buried her face against me. Her lips found mine again. Hungry, desperate. The clink of her bangles, the faint rustle of her saree, those sounds alone were enough to drive me crazy. She confessed that pregnancy had made her crave me even more, that she couldn’t resist my throbbing cock. I slipped off my shorts, and she slowly slid out of her saree, left only in her blouse. I hugged her from behind, pressing myself against her ass, and she pushed back, teasing me. My hands roamed her swollen breasts, unbuttoning her blouse as she moaned softly. Aditi turned suddenly, pushing me onto my back. Kneeling beside me, she held my cock, her eyes burning with lust. She lowered her mouth onto me, slow at first, then faster, her tongue teasing every inch. “Ohh, Anna!” She came up for air, wiping her lips with the back of her hand while her eyes stayed locked on mine. “Anna, I still remember the time I caught you jerking. I felt so disgusted then, like you were doing something dirty.” She gave me a wicked smile and stroked me harder, her fingers gliding over the veins of my cock. “But now? Now all I want is this. All I want is to suck your dick and drink your hot juice, Anna. I’m so wet for you.” Before I could even answer, she sank her mouth back down, her tongue swirling around me, sucking harder than before. Each gulp and slurp filled the quiet room, her bangles clinking against my thighs as if she wanted to drain every drop right there. Her words nearly made me lose control. I pulled her up and kissed her deeply, her hand never leaving my cock, stroking me all the while. She broke the kiss, panting, and whispered, “Today I want your seed inside me again.” She climbed onto me, riding me slowly. Because of her belly, she couldn’t move much, but the sight of her, my pregnant sister, glowing and beautiful, grinding on me with all her passion, was enough to drive me to the edge. I cupped her breasts, supported her by the waist, lifting her gently as she moved. When she grew tired, she lay down on top of me, kissing wildly. I rolled her carefully, sliding into her again. “Is this okay, Aditi?” I whispered, afraid of hurting her. “Yes, Anna… just be careful,” she moaned. That was all I needed. I began slowly, then with more rhythm. The room filled with our muffled moans, the rain outside masking our sounds. She was sweating, radiant, more beautiful than ever. I whispered in her ear, “Aditi, you look stunning tonight.” She blushed, pulling me closer. “Anna, please, take me from behind.” She bent down on the bed, and I entered her again, slowly. Her moans grew louder, but the rain covered us. I moved faster, gripping her hips as she pressed her face into the pillow, her body trembling with orgasm. I was close too. “Cum inside me, Anna,” she begged breathlessly. “Bless our child with your strength… let your seed touch its head.” Her words pushed me over the edge. I released deep inside her, groaning as she pushed back against me, moaning with delight.