1. A crutch for my pregnant sister


    Date: 8/5/2015, Categories: True Story, Black, Incest, Lactation, Male / Older Female, massage, Pregnant, Spanking, Author: Blackstroker, Rating: 91.5, Source: sexstories.com

    by without me getting flashes of her fat crotch and ass or exposed boobs. Aware that she was my sister I at first tried to fight against the swelling in my pants when I looked at her, but after always failing to control my rampant cock I gave up trying. She had to be aware of my state when around her; for on a number of occasions I’d caught her taking furtive glances at my crotch. But she didn’t seem in any way put off or concerned about the obvious bulge that greeted her eyes. I welcomed the times when she would cling to me to go upstairs, or stretch out a hand for me to help pull her up from a chair or sofa. I relished those soft brushes of her ripe body against mine. It soon reached the stage where I was mad with lust for my sister’s pregnant body fuelled by the fact that as the days went by she became more and more careless how she sat or lay around while I was about. Sometimes I’d be sitting opposite her chatting and she’d unabashedly open her legs wide giving me a prime view of her fat pussy barley covered by thin underwear. Or she’d be lying on the sofa with one leg bent at the knee causing the short dress or over sized shirt or whatever she was wearing to ride all the way up to her splendid crotch. At times she’d have on a short robe or nightie that should be knotted at the front, but instead was left open all the way as she moved around doing whatever she was up to. It seemed that she felt secure in those states of dress because I was her brother. If only she knew ...
    how badly I wanted to fuck her. It got to where I would sneak up to her room and touch or sniff her sheet and pillow or her worn blouses, bras and panties. I love the rich musty smell of her panties crotch, and would even lick or suck on them sometimes. One day we were sitting drinking fruit juice and chatting idly about music and other light stuff. She happened to be wearing only a loose blue open front silk robe that couldn’t stretch enough to wrap around her swollen tummy while she was in a sitting position and pink sheer panties the waist of which folded up below her belly, barely covering her crotch. She suddenly stretched out her hands for me to pull her up. I got up quickly to oblige her, unmindful of the swollen cock lurching in my soft track trousers. As she straightened up she seemed to lose her footing, and fell forward onto me, almost knocking me over. I quickly threw my arms around her and steadied our bodies. I felt her belly’s softness pressing against my hard erection. “That was close,” she said. Then suddenly stepping back and looking down at the front of my track trousers, she brought a hand up to her mouth and stared wide eyed at the big bulge. “Whoa, bro, what you trying to do, give me a C section or something, is that a big knife in your pocket?” She broke into giggles. I was lost for words, and before I could recover she waddled away in the direction of the kitchen. I looked after her departing body, at the hefty ass bouncing under the thin silk robe and ...
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