As my plane touched down, marking the end of my two-year stint in Spain, a whirlwind of emotions enveloped me. The most anticipated part of my return was seeing my sister, Emily, again. The crowd at the airport parted to reveal her, and the sight stopped me in my tracks. There she was, unmistakably pregnant, her presence radiating a mix of joy and vulnerability. Today, she had chosen a low-cut blouse that accommodated her growing belly and also her cleavage hung, paired with jeans that hinted at the life she once led, effortlessly blending comfort with her inherent style.
“Lee!” Her voice, filled with warmth and excitement, pulled me into an embrace that was both tender and protective. Emily, at 28, carried the glow of pregnancy with an elegance that was all her own. Her chestnut hair, cascading in waves, framed her face, accentuating the softness in her eyes and the subtle changes that pregnancy had etched into her features.
Our days quickly filled with moments of reconnection, yet beneath the surface of laughter and shared memories, a silent struggle lingered. It wasn’t until one evening, as the world outside settled into a peaceful twilight, that Emily found the courage to share her burdens.
We had been reminiscing comfortably when Emily’s demeanour shifted, signalling a deeper, unshared concern was about to surface. As the conversation gently wove through the intricacies of life and the changes it brings, Emily paused, gathering her thoughts.
“Lee,” she finally said, her voice a mere whisper against the quiet of the night. “There’s something I need to tell you. It’s about John… and me. Since the pregnancy progressed, and I… well, started having these… urges, you know, the kind that comes with pregnancy, he’s become distant. He doesn’t want to have you know, sex with me. It’s like he doesn’t want anything to do with me or my changing body.”
Her confession, delivered with vulnerability, revealed a painful reality. The physical transformation and emotional rollercoaster of pregnancy had somehow wedged a gap between her and John, leaving her feeling isolated in a time that should have been filled with shared anticipation and joy.
“Em, I’m so sorry,” I replied, my heart heavy with empathy for her plight. “Feeling disconnected from John, especially now, must be incredibly hard. It’s a time when you need each other the most, to share in the wonder and the challenges of bringing a new life into the world.”
Tears began to well in Emily’s eyes, a silent testament to the weight of her loneliness. “I just don’t know how to make him understand. I feel so alone, Lee.”
Moving closer, I wrapped an arm around her shoulders, offering a presence of support and understanding. “We’ll work through this together, Em. Communication might be key here, helping John see not just the physical changes but the emotional support you need from him. And remember, you’re not alone. I’m right here with you.”
As the evening waned, our conversation, a blend of shared fears and hopes, drew to a close. We migrated to the couch, where the day’s emotional journey overtook Emily, and she began to cry, her body shaking with the intensity of her feelings. I pulled her into a hug, a silent vow of my unwavering support, as she let the tears flow, releasing the pent-up emotions that had been too heavy to bear alone.
As the days passed, Emily’s pregnancy progressed, and her body continued to change. She was now in her third trimester, and her hormones were raging. The desire for intimacy and physical touch had returned with a vengeance, and she found herself constantly craving her husband’s touch.
But John, still distant and unresponsive, seemed oblivious to her needs. Emily tried to communicate with him, but he brushed her off, claiming that he was too busy with work and didn’t have time for sex. The rejection only fueled her frustration and longing for his touch.
Later that day I found myself alone with Emily, the house quiet and still. We were sitting on the couch, talking softly, when I saw the shadow of longing in her eyes. “I can’t take it anymore, Lee,” she whispered, her voice filled with intensity. “I need to feel something… anything.” My eyes were fixated on her slightly open blouse that she changed into after her shower. Her cleavage looked so good, omg I can’t believe am thinking that way about my sister.
Her voice broke off as she caught my gaze. “Are you looking at my tits? That’s gross,” she said, her tone awkward. “At least someone’s interested in them, even if it is my brother.”
I wanted to reassure her, to tell her that it was okay to feel this way, that she was going through a difficult time and needed the support she wasn’t getting from John. But my words wouldn’t come out, and instead, I found myself leaning in closer to her, drawn to the rawness of her need and the vulnerability etched into her features.
I reached out and placed my hand on her shoulder. Emily flinched at the contact, her body trembling with anticipation. “It’s okay, Em,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’m here for you.” As my fingers brushed against her skin, her breath hitched, and I felt her body lean into my touch, seeking the comfort and connection that had been missing from her life.
Our eyes locked, and the intensity of her need seemed to draw me closer, our lips mere inches apart. “I need you,” she said, her voice filled with desperation and longing. And in that moment, I realized that she wasn’t just reaching for a connection; she was reaching for someone who would truly see her, accept her, and provide the physical comfort she so desperately needed.
My heart raced as I leaned forward, capturing her lips in a kiss that was both tender and hungry. Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer, and as our bodies pressed together, I could feel the heat of her skin, the softness of her breasts against my chest, and the intensity of her desire. It was as if the world had fallen away, leaving only the two of us, our needs, and the raw, unspoken emotions that had brought us to this moment.
As we kissed, our bodies seemed to move of their own accord, seeking the closeness and comfort that had eluded Emily for so long. My hand found its way to the hem of her skirt, and I slowly eased the zipper down, before gently removing her skirt to reveal the smooth skin of her thighs and the lace of her panties. “Do you want this?” I asked, seeking her consent.
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I want you.”
I continued to explore her body, my fingers brushing against the lace of her panties, the sight of her hips, full and swollen with the promise of motherhood, filling me with a sense of awe and reverence. I pulled her panties down, and as the fabric fell away, her pussy was revealed, glistening and wet under her pregnant belly with her arousal.
I pressed my thumb against her clit, feeling her wetness coat my skin as she let out a soft moan of pleasure. “You’re so beautiful, Em,” I murmured, my voice filled with desire. “I want to make you feel good.”
Her breath was ragged as she nodded, her eyes dark with lust and need. “Please, Lee,” she begged, her voice strained with desire. “I need you.”
I didn’t waste a moment as I slid my hand between her thighs, feeling the heat and wetness of her pussy against my fingers. Slowly, I teased her entrance, feeling her hips buck against my touch as she sought more. “Tell me what you want,” I whispered, my voice husky with desire.
“I want you inside me,” she gasped, her words filled with need. “Please, Lee, I need you to fuck me.”
Without hesitation, we went over to the couch, she laid down as I got between her legs trying to be careful of her big round belly. I positioned myself between her legs, guiding my cock to her dripping pussy. The moment I entered her, we both gasped with pleasure at the same time, the sensation of being connected overwhelming us both. Her walls clenched around me, drawing me deeper inside her warmth as I slowly started to guide my dick in and out of her pussy.
“So this is what it feels to fuck a pregnant woman, joke,” I said as I continued to thrust into her as I look at her body responding and her big tits jiggling.
Emily’s eyes widened with a mix of surprise and pleasure. She let out a soft giggle, her voice tinged with desire. “Well, you’re about to find out, Lee. Don’t hold back.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle as I increased the pace of my thrusts, the sound of our bodies colliding and filling the room. Her pussy was so tight and wet around my cock, the sensation driving me wild with pleasure. I reached down and grabbed her ass, pulling her closer to me, allowing me to penetrate her even deeper. All I could do is look down while I slightly hold her baby bump up a bit so I could see my cock going in and out of her thick pregnant pussy.
The sight of my cock sliding in and out of her swollen pussy, the head of my cock brushing against her sensitive walls, was a sight to behold.
“Oh Lee, mmmm it feels good, oh fucking hell my pussy wants it mmm mmm ooh harder” she demanded as I picked up the pace.
“Fuck, Em, you feel so fucking good,” I groaned, my voice strained with pleasure. “You’re so tight around my cock for a pregnant girl.”
“Please, please mmm kee… k… keep fucking me,” she said as she stammered trying to get her words out as my cock pounded into her pussy.
She arched her back, her hands gripping the couch cushions as I continued to pound into her, the rhythm becoming faster and more relentless. The sound of her wetness of my cock sliding in and out, her arousal coating my cock as I thrust deeper and harder, losing myself in the primal pleasure of our connection.
“Oh, Lee,” she moaned, her voice filled with need. “Harder, fuck me harder!”
I obliged, my thrusts becoming more forceful, my hips slapping against hers with each movement. The intensity of our passion grew, building like a wildfire, threatening to consume us both.
“Yes, yes, just like that!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with raw desire. “Take me, Lee! Fuck me, oh god it feels so good, my pussy, my pussy fuck it harder Lee please, please.”
“Arrggh,” I grunted in response, wasn’t sure how much more my cock could take. I could feel the pressure building deep within me, the need to release. Just watching my cock going in and out of my sister’s pussy is sending me over to the point of no return very soon. But I wanted to give Emily everything she needed before I let myself go.
As I continued to pound into her, our bodies moved in perfect sync, the pleasure intensifying with each thrust. Her walls clenched around my cock, milking me as I felt her orgasm approaching. “I’m close,” she gasped, her voice filled with desperation. “I’m going to come, Lee!”
“Oh, oooh fuck, fuck my wet pussy, fuck it, fuuuck it mmm oooooh”, she moaned the couch rocking back and forth as my cock just went full steam ahead and pounded her now squelchy twat.
I could feel her walls tightening around my cock, her moans growing louder and more urgent. With every thrust, I could sense her pleasure building, her body trembling beneath me. I leaned down, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered, “Come for me, Em. your pussy feels so good.”
And in that moment, her body tensed, her back arching as her orgasm washed over her. She let out a cry of pleasure, her voice echoing through the room as her pussy clenched around my cock. Her pussy gushed like the flood gates and her juices flowed, drenching us both as she struggled to catch her breath.
She tried to talk at the same time as catching her breath while I continued to pound her meaty pussy, “Oh… m…my… go…god, oooooh fuck.”
But I wasn’t done yet. I wanted to give her more. I pulled out of her, quickly adjusting her position so she was bent over the couch, her ass in the air. I positioned myself behind her, guiding my cock back into her pussy. I slowly pushed it back in and pushed it deep inside. With each thrust, I could feel her pussy tighten around me, her moans of pleasure filling the room.
“You’re taking it so well, Em. You have such a good fucking pussy for my cock.” Now I was just getting to carried away and just enjoying it while it lasted.
She gasped, her body trembling as I continued to pound into her cunt from behind. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the room, the wetness of her pussy mingling with the intensity of us fucking over the couch. I reached down and grabbed her hips, using them as leverage to thrust deeper and harder into her.
“Ooh, yes! Fuck me, Lee!” she cried out, her voice filled with ecstasy. “Give it to me! Pound my pussy like you mean it!”
And I did just that. I fucked her with every ounce of strength I had, my cock slamming into her pussy over and over again. The pleasure was overwhelming, the intensity of our connection driving us both to the brink. I could feel my own orgasm building, the pressure in my balls was so intense.
She put her hand between her legs and started to fiercely rub her clit, the squelching turned me on more.
“I’m gonna come, Em,” I grunted, my voice strained with pleasure.
“Ah ah… do it… fucking hell oh fuck, mmmm, my pussy, just cum insid… inside me, I am already… already pregnant so just cum please.”
I gripped her arse cheeks so tight as I hammered her as I exploded inside her, my hot spunk filling her pussy as I groaned in extreme ecstasy. She moaned in response, her own orgasm washing over her once again as she clenched around me, milking me for every last drop. A few finally thrusts as I slammed into her hard and I was empty and sweating.
As we both caught our breath, I slowly pulled out of Emily’s pussy, a mixture of our juices dripping down her thighs. We sat on the couch, our bodies intertwined, sweat glistening on our skin. It was a moment of pure bliss, a release of pent-up desire and a connection that went beyond words.
“That was… incredible,” Emily whispered, her voice filled with satisfaction. “Thank you, Lee, honestly I don’t regret what we just done. I have been dying to have sex for weeks, but never thought it would be you fucking me instead of John.”
I kissed her forehead gently, the weight of what had just happened settling in. “Thank you, Em, John doesn’t know what he’s missing oof that was fucking great,” I replied, my voice filled with gratitude as she also blushed.
We sat there in silence for a while, the room filled with the sound of our heavy breathing and the lingering scent of sex. It was a moment of intimacy and vulnerability, one that would forever change our relationship.
Emily seemed to be feeling the same way, her eyes filled with a mix of emotions as she looked at me. “I know what we did was wrong, Lee,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “But I can’t deny how good it felt. I needed to feel something, and you… you made me feel alive again.”
I nodded, my throat tight with emotion. “I know, Em,” I said, my voice strained. “I shouldn’t have done it, but I couldn’t resist the temptation. You’re so beautiful, and I wanted to make you feel good.”
She leaned in closer to me, her hand resting on my thigh. “I know Lee, as to be our secret though as it was so wrong, maybe felt right to us, but you get me,” she said, her voice filled with understanding. “And I don’t regret what we did. It was a moment of pure pleasure, something I needed to feel. It’s not right I know, but in the future, if we get close again, we need to be careful.”
“Love you Lee,” she said as she was getting changed.
“Love you to Em, my sweet sis,” and I will always remember that moment.
I hope you all liked this story, maybe they will be a part 2. Will try to write more pregnant sister sex stories.
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