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My Pregnant Sister in Law

By: YorkshireDalesman



I was 18, it was the spring of 1973 and I felt as free as I ever would again. I was taking a year off between school and whatever came next and I was, according to my disgruntled and hardworking father, a layabout. He didn't really mean it though, it was just his way of showing affection but I would always answer with conviction that it wasn't true; in our little commuter village near York I had half the stockbroker wives as my clients and the lawnmower I had bought with help from my father was constantly in use. I was young and strong, I was hardworking and much appreciated by my clientele of frustrated and bored older women and life should have been at its best but it wasn't. There was no cliché solution to my plight; it was just the hard facts; I wasn't getting any sex! I felt I had no chance and I could not see any opportunity for illicit sex with the women I was surrounded by for the five days of the week their husbands were in the city; indeed, naïve as I was, it never even crossed my mind. Nothing could convince me that I was in any way attractive to the ladies for whom I cut lawns, dug ditches and pruned fruit trees; in short, the only beds I was getting into were flower beds.

I didn't work weekends and because of that my father gave me the keys to the car and asked if I would run an errand for him. The novelty of driving hadn't diminished since I had got my license 4 months before and I was quick to say yes, but was astonished to hear that I should drive the length of England to Bristol where my brother and his wife lived. It seemed that Kathleen, my sister, had been unwell early in her pregnancy and my mother, who had travelled frequently to Bristol to look after her, was tired of the long train journeys. My brother was in South Africa on an engineering project, Kathleen my sister in law was alone, on sick leave from her job and had agreed to come and stay with us until the child was born and it was decided that I would fetch her. 

The first trip south was uneventful. I had studied the map and chosen a route that passed Leeds, took the motorway south and later crossed the country via Burton on Trent so avoiding the great conurbation of Birmingham and at last running parallel to the Severn estuary ran straight on into Bristol. I found the house without much problem though I'd never visited them before. It's a measure of my naiveté that I sat in the car and tooted the horn fully expecting her to come running to the car, bags ready packed. After a few minutes waiting I got out and went to the front door and knocked. Soon I heard footsteps and through the glass, could see her hanging over the banisters as she carefully descended the stairs one step at a time. She unlocked the door and opened it awkwardly saying quietly "You found me, do come in."

Kathleen was a woman I scarcely knew. My older brother's wife, older than him by several years, she had always been there but only as a shadow on the periphery of my life. Her parents were Catholic immigrants working in factories in Liverpool. She was number 5 of 10 children and had 5 younger brothers. The first and only member of her family to get through secondary school she not only had a degree in English literature but was now engaged as a lecturer. I was very wary of her, she seemed so old and was rumoured to be so intelligent that she used words most people couldn't understand. But there she was, not even shoulder height to me but with a presence that dominated the hallway. I avoided her gaze and looked obliquely past her and out the window. She looked somewhere over my shoulder and our awkwardness stood like a wall between us. Suddenly and with an audible bump she half fell, half sat on the bottom stair. Alarmed I squatted in front of her asking what was wrong and if I could help. She brushed the hair from her face and replied,

"I'm sorry Peter I'm so tired, I'll have to ask you to go up and fetch my bags and a couple of boxes of books. You'll find them on my bed." 

Packing the car was simple, I was finished quickly and after checking to turn off the water, lock windows and doors, I ushered her into the car and we were off. The trip back was uneventful and painfully silent apart from one incident. It was an incident that seemed so silly and simple at the time but was the key to the mutual friendship we were to develop. 

On the outskirts of Dudley we got caught up in road works and trying to follow the diversions we ended up on a shopping street packed with slow moving cars. As we stopped yet again for the lights and the traffic I saw to my horror that outside my side window was a sex shop with a lurid window display. There were adverts for Durex and Erotic films and two mannequins stood there clothed in erotic lingerie. The one had cut-outs in the brassiere and the nipples showed, the other, who was bending down and looking back over her shoulder, had split underwear that promised access to her crotch. Painfully embarrassed I blushed scarlet and prayed that Kathleen would not notice. As the traffic moved slowly forward she tried unsuccessfully to stifle a giggle that eventually broke into full blooded laughter and she punched my shoulder. 

"You're shy aren't you!" and she laughed again. "Oh, thank goodness for that! I was afraid you didn't like me for some reason. Well, we shall just have to sort that out." 

And so with the ice broken we continued the journey home in a much more relaxed atmosphere.

Kathleen seemed glad to be staying with us and settled quickly in, both as part of the family and as a visitor in the village where she was quickly taken into the neighbourhood routine of coffee visits and gossip. But she was a town girl at heart and she seemed at a loss with the emptiness of the countryside. Once, on my way home for lunch, I came across her leaning heavily on a field gate in the lane where we lived and while looking out over the lovely view she asked me wonderingly, 

"How do people live here, year after year? There's nothing out there you know, not a house or a car or anything; how do they manage?"

I was embarrassed because I had no answer for her but also because I also caught myself looking lustily at her figure. She showed little sign of her pregnancy and her bust hung heavily in her shirt as she leaned over the gate. So we walked on and as we walked together we chatted animatedly and I realised we were friends; her kindness drew me out of my shell and her humour gradually opened the door to an understanding, a comradeship that made me realise that despite her 43 years, she was just like me. 

The second trip to Bristol a month later was, according to my mother, just to fetch some more of Kathleen's things and for her to "meet a friend." Kathleen had already explained to me that it was her gynaecologist, "The only man I've had to pay to look at my vagina," that she was going to see. 

We'd sat outside the pub with a drink at the time and we'd laughed so much that people had stared. So we looked forward to the trip and one Wednesday in late April we were off again. The humour and intimacy was really what I needed at the time as I had been dumped by my first girlfriend and as we motored towards Bristol we discussed relationships and "love and stuff" as Kathleen called it, in our usual irreverent style. Yes, Jenny had dumped me for a teacher at her college; he had a car and his own flat and I felt I was useless. 

"Oh that's bollocks my dear. You're not useless; it's just a phase you're going through. It's just so very exciting for a young girl like Jenny when they realise they are attractive and the boys hang around, I know just how it is. Lord knows I had five younger brothers! ; It's hard not to use ones attractiveness to gain validation."

My conversation faltered as i wondered what she meant about the brothers. But it was going to be a long trip and I reckoned i had time to find out. 

She occasionally stroked my shoulder as we drove and she poked me with a finger when wanting me to pay particular attention to what she was saying. We were stopping at every other service's for her to pee and she explained without embarrassment,

"Everything is turned upside down when you're pregnant; you can't drink a cup of tea without having pee it out ten minutes later. Pregnancy is funny you know; suddenly I cannot stand the taste of Coffee or Oranges but there is one thing I haven't lost the taste for, In fact it's become much worse; I miss dreadfully a bit of the old "how's your father."

I sat silently and wondered what to say. 

"I know you're shy Peter but you do know what I mean? "Nookie?" "A shag?"" Screwing?" "A good fuck?" You know, don't you?"

Yes I knew and wanted it desperately but was shocked and guilt ridden with the sudden realisation that I was day dreaming about her as my sex partner. She continued unaffected; 

"Your brother and I have been having it off three or more times a week for all these years and I've never conceived and now, he comes back from that project in South Africa for three weeks leave and just before he goes off again, this time for a 6 month spell, he gets me pregnant!"

I sat silently beside her, groaning inwardly and feeling as horny as hell.

The trip went well and we arrived at the surgery in time and the only man she'd ever had to pay to look at her vagina did just that. I sat in the waiting room as she'd insisted, and when she came out of the surgery she brazenly took my arm and nodding to the gawping receptionist marched me out of there with the flippant remark,

"Everything's as it should be darling." 

As far as I was concerned It wasn't, but I didn't know what to say. We drove to her house and while she busied herself finding her things I locked myself in the bathroom and wanked away my straining erection. 

She was in a very good mood on the way back; it seemed she'd thrown off the uncertainty she'd had since the scare early in the pregnancy. She was in good form, so good form that she'd sent me back upstairs to fetch her running shoes. As I'd put them into the box of books in the back seat of the car I'd noticed the title of one of the paperbacks "Sex and pregnancy" and I groaned inwardly; I was horny and that because of my sister; wasn't that Incest?. 

"I know a place we can eat," she said gaily, "it's something you've certainly never had and it's my treat."

I wondered if she realised the double-entendre and adjusted my cock before getting into the car. She treated me to both a fantastic Vietnamese meal and, when we were back on the road, to an introduction to her innermost thoughts. 

It was getting late and darkness fell as we drove. She talked animatedly until we passed Derby. There were about two hours of the journey left and I regretted that we wouldn't be able to continue our conversation when we get home. I caught myself driving slower, prolonging the journey, enjoying the company but wondering how I could steer the conversation back to her "love and stuff." She must of sensed where my suddenly faltering remarks were aimed and she asked me,

"Peter, where do you want to take the conversation?"

Feeling bolder I asked;

"Back to that which you mentioned on the way down this morning." 

"Do you mean the love making, the Nookie?"

"Yes I replied, "The Nookie while you're pregnant? What about the bump?" 

"The bump?" she asked and laughed. "Oh, do you mean does it get in the way? Have you never done it doggie style?"

I gasped; I was flummoxed and didn't know what to say. 

"You have made love Peter?" 

I protested strongly, "Yes of course I have!"

She laughed at my protests.

"No need to get disgruntled, or proud, we all have to start somewhere and it's much harder for a young man to get a girl than it is for a young girl to get an older man. Lord knows at times I had all seven brothers running after me! Yes, much easier for a girl than for a boy."

She paused and leaned nearer me, her arm over the back of my seat. She sat quietly looking seriously at me and every now and then I could turn and return her gaze. 

"Say it sweetie, you know I won't laugh." 

I admitted quietly that I hadn't had sex, I'd been turned down and that I was still a virgin. 

"Still?" she said and was silent again for a while before continuing. 

"You say "Still" but you are only 18years old; it's not as if you were 28"

For the next few miles she was quiet again until she at last asked. 

"Is it bothering you sweetie, not having a lover? I don't have one either and It's certainly bothering me I must say." 

She fell silent and I tried to concentrate on the road. After a while she suddenly came back to the subject as if she felt she had to justify her opinion.

"It's the not knowing that's also been bothering me. It's as much a question of can I manage intercourse as it is the craving for satisfaction."

She sat thoughtfully for a while before continuing rather sadly, 

"I just want to know if everything's still working down there but I don't want a repeat of what happened last time." 

I said I was sorry and that I didn't understand what she meant so she explained about the scare she'd had early in the pregnancy. 

"I had a slight bleeding after..."

She paused as if searching for the words before continuing crossly, almost guiltily, as if blaming herself,

"I had cramps and a slight bleeding after playing with myself, after masturbating or wanking, or whatever you want to call it." 

We sat silently for a good five minutes until she said something so thoughtful and so quiet I had to ask her to repeat herself; 

"But in answer to that you asked a while ago; Yes of course the bump gets in the way but where there's a will there's always a way. There's more than Doggie style, there's laying down and spooning or if I sat astride you I could control everything." 

I gasped and felt a stirring in my cock and soon I had another hard on. 

"If I sat astride you!" had she really said that? 

I struggled with all the alternative's Was it a Freudian slip? Had she meant to say "If I sat astride your brother? I couldn't decide and she continued though with an increasingly frustrated and ironic tone.

"The fanny man gave me the all clear. He says I can try, but carefully."

She snorted in exasperation; 

"Some chance" she said, "With my husband so far away and keeping his hand in with the dusky maidens." 

"I wonder" she said and stopped.

She repeated herself; 

"I wonder if." 

Then she fell silent yet again. 

I realised that she was suddenly very uncertain of me and perhaps of herself and I realised just as certainly that I had to reassure her that she could confide in me. We were less than two miles from home and I had to hear what she was struggling to say before our arrival would put an end to our intimate camaraderie.

"I will do anything I can for you" I said and she breathed out again. 

"Oh, you are sweet."

Just as we pulled into the front drive she put her hand on my arm and squeezing it firmly she asked;

"I wonder if you can help me find out if things are as they should be down there."

The days came and went and Kathleen was now 6 months pregnant. I had my work as gardener in the village to keep me busy and I watch her getting bigger and lovelier. One Sunday when my parents had walked to the village church I sat and talked with her in the garden. 

"Are you not a church goer?" I asked.

"No" she replied "I was born Catholic but I dropped out, they had a hypocritical lack of tolerance for my special field of interest."

I was struggling to ask about this "special field of interest" when we heard the garden gate close and heard my parents returning. She half whispered quickly;

"My special interest? My younger brothers." 

"We can continue our conversation on Tuesday." 

"Why Tuesday?" I asked. 

"Because" she said, beaming magnificently.

"Because on Tuesday you can help me find out about the "you know what." You know your father is in London all next week and on Tuesday your mum is going to London with some of her Women's Institute friends on an away day trip. Their train is 08:30 from York, 19:15 back from London so we'll have all day to ourselves. Have you thought about our conversation? 

I mumbled "yes" and I saw her glance down at my crotch.

"I can see you have" she said and chuckled and I realised I was getting a hard on. 

"I have thought about nothing else but our conversation and it's all decided" She whispered and with that she turned and walked into the house to help my mum. 

The next two days were awkward. I locked myself in the bathroom and wanked several times a day. I mowed lawns and wanked in garden sheds. Just the sight of her and the way she smiled when she caught me staring at her had me in an almost constant state of excitement and I would wank again. At times I was convinced she was teasing me; the top buttons of her blouse undone or a quick stroke over my shoulder when I brought her a cup of tea or once, when she asked me to bring the clothes in off the line and carry the basket upstairs for her I was treated a vision of her smooth bare legs as she climbed the stairs in front of me. When she stopped at the top and turned and took the basket from me she quickly kissed me on the mouth and thanked me. I leaned clumsily forward and kissed her again and she embraced me briefly as we half kissed half collided and I felt a stab of lust as her tongue brushed briefly over mine.

"Go, get on with you" she said and laughed; 

"I take that as a "Yes", you are interested in helping me." 

She stroked the side of my face saying.

"We must be careful my sweet but don't worry, it's not long to Tuesday" and turned away. 

I left the house by the back door and took a long walk to the river and there in the bushes wanked yet again.

I was awake early Tuesday. In fact I doubt if I had slept at all but I lay in bed until I heard my mother saying goodbye to Kathleen. I didn't want her to see me, I was so sure she could read me like a book, sure that my uncertainty and the lusty anticipation showing in my face would reveal my dirty intentions. 

I heard the car driving away and I crept down stairs and after waiting a good while in case mum had forgotten something I locked the door. My mind was in turmoil; had I misunderstood Kathleen? Was it a joke? Had she wanted some sort of intimacy, if so, was it sexual intimacy or just friendship? Had I dreamed it all? My stomach was curled the size of a fist in my belly and I could scarcely breathe as I crept to the bottom of the stairs. I realised that taking her a cup of coffee would be an excuse for going into her bedroom. I turned and crept back into the kitchen. Did she take milk? I reasoned that if I made one with, one without I could take the other and drinking it as she drank hers could then find a way of talking to her.

I knocked gently on her door and entered quietly. The bright morning sun filtered through the yellow curtains and filled the room with a gloomy golden light. I could see her shape under the covers. 

"Coffee Kathleen?" 

The figure under the blankets turned slowly over to face me and I heard her muffled voice; 

"There you are at last. Good morning." 

I was thrilled to hear that she had expected me, maybe something would happen though I had no idea what. She pulled the covers down from her face and smiled. 

"That sun was already so bright at six thirty, I couldn't sleep"

I glanced at her and looked away again. I could see her smooth neck, her round shoulder and the broad strap of her bra. I guess I must have gaped at her because she chuckled again.

"Put the coffee down and come closer."

I moved towards her and put the cups on the bedside table.

"No silly, come closer, kneel down beside the bed."

I hesitated and knelt nervously beside her. She reached out and stroked my face.


My Pregnant Sister in Law Ch. 02



As Kathleen had promised we had all Tuesday afternoon to ourselves and as she had jokingly warned me I didn't manage to satisfy her both the times we made love. She was too exciting for me and I couldn't avoid reaching a climax too quickly. But she was both magnanimous and patient;

"Don't worry darling, these are early days in your career." 

And saying that, she laughingly declared herself both replete, sore and "well and truly fucked" as we showered and tidied her bedroom before my mother came home. 

Despite her patience and my devotion there was a certain state of tension around Kathleen and I after our lovemaking. I was emotional and unsure and I had trouble getting used to the thought of having to keep secret my feelings for her. 

But Kathleen was made of sterner stuff and gave me a serious lecture on the importance of not only concealing the intimacy that existed between us but the also the seriousness of the consequences of my making a mistake that might reveal our affair. She was worried my feelings for her would be obvious for my parents and begged me to be careful. 

Life, she said, would have to go on as before; I would continue my gardening work and she would take her exercise and maintain her place in the social life of the village. 

"I am just as horny as you and I want more of our good lovemaking, but It's "Hands off" from now on. I will let you know in no uncertain manner where and when we have a chance to get together but until then, no touching." 

I reached for her when she said that but she pushed me away. 

"That is just what I mean should not happen. I am afraid you'll forget yourself when you parents are around. I have to be strict, for both our sakes you see. Now get out of the house before your mother gets back." 

I turned away in dismay and headed for the door but she called me back.

"Stop,silly. Take it as a complement."

She reached up and stroked my face tenderly,

"Don't be hurt my sweet. Take it as a compliment that in reality I can barely keep my hands off you."

Again I moved to embrace her but she placed the heels of her hands against my chest and held me at arm's length.

"Consider this" she said seriously. 

"What we are doing is incest. I am 43 and you are 18. If we were found out I would be to blame and society would condemn me. The family would be split and our lives ruined. I may even lose my job. Please Peter, leave it up to me and I will find a way for us to be together again."

And with that she turned me around and following after, pushed me towards the door.

"Go on with you, get some work done and don't come back until your Mum has been home for a while; And one more thing." 

She paused and suddenly seemed resigned and tired. 

"I won't share you with any of your fans." 

"My fans?"

"Oh don't come the innocent with me young man; you know that half the ladies you work for think you're good enough to eat."

I didn't know that; it had never crossed my mind. The thought of Mrs Potter at the old vicarage or any of my other clients wanting to have sex with me was completely alien and I said so. Kathleen seemed to recognise the sincerity in my denial and could only answer sadly; 

"Well I meet them often and little things slip out from time to time. One day your eyes will be opened." 

She grinned and added mischievously,

"But they will have to wait; they can't have you, at least not until I'm done through with you, now GO!"

The heavy summer heat continued for another week. It got hotter day by day until eventually the tension in the air increased to breaking point and after two stiflingly humid days the weather broke in a night of torrid thunder and lightning. I lay naked in my bed and slept fitfully between bad dreams and rolling thunder until I half woke with the feeling I was suffocating. I was dreaming wasn't I? Dreaming I couldn't breathe, dreaming I was paralysed and dreaming I was drowning in my own sweat. Panicking, I struggled to rise from the bed but I had no strength. I was pinned to the soaked sheets; but was I sure it was a dream? 

Then I heard Kathleen's urgent whisper in my ear.

"Don't move, don't make a sound."

She lay over my chest, pinning me to the bed.

"Don't talk, get out of bed and lay on the floor."

And she eased away from me. I felt her pulling my arm and she whispered urgently,

"Move quietly and only when it thunders."

I slid gradually out of bed and lay carefully on the floor; I could see her in the light of the lightning flashes and I reached for her but she pushed my hands away and reached for my cock. I was already quite erect but her smooth warm hands tugging at me soon gave me a raging erection. She gathered the hem of her nightdress and lifted it over her pregnant belly.

"Hold him up straight" she said and threw her leg over my thighs.

She wasted no time in foreplay, her anticipation had prepared her for this and she simply reached round and parted the lips of her fanny and I felt myself sliding into her. But there was no wild rise and fall from her, no grinding against me or yelps of pleasure. She sat lightly over me and I could feel her fingers moving around my shaft as she fingered her clitoris. All she permitted herself was a slight up and down jiggle that gathered pace until she eventually covered her mouth with one hand and sinking down heavily over me, came silently. 

The whole thing happened so quickly that I didn't come close to orgasm and after just a few moments during which she sat silently erect on my straining erection, she was suddenly done. She covered my mouth with her hand again and leant forward so her lips were against my ear, 

"Sorry my darling, I just had to have your help," and with that she was gone.

I had a wet and sticky groin to prove I hadn't been a dream and a stiff erection I had to do something about so I walked quietly to the bathroom. I tossed myself off while picturing her naked backside and her fingers parting her moist sex for me and I exploded almost instantly. I washed myself clean and crept back to bed. 

I was late up next morning and rushed around to get off to work. I found a note from my mother saying she and Kathleen were gone into York for a "Girls day out." Heading for the door I found in one of my work boots a piece of paper with a scribbled message,

"I will make it up to you." 

At seven months pregnant Kathleen had now little use for her running shoes though she exercised regularly by walking the paths around the village and out along the riverbanks and fields and when I returned from work in the evening she was nowhere to be seen. My mother was waiting for me in the kitchen. 

"Kathleen asked If you could take her coat and walk out and meet her. She's walking the long walk and she was worried she'd get cold if she had to rest a while." 

I was pleased to have an excuse for us to be alone together so I set off on the path after her. She had covered a lot of ground when I finally saw her way across the fields and she was already a good distance beyond the paths used by the regular dog walkers and joggers. By the time I reached the point where I first saw her she had vanished. Looking across the next field I could see under a copse of trees, half hidden behind a thick hawthorn hedge was the derelict old mill and there in the corner of one of the upstairs windows was a flash of bright purple. I recognised it as one of Kathleen's running shirts and ran over the field to find her. As i entered the old building she answered my call.

"Come up the stairs but be careful, they're a bit wonky."

As I climbed the stairs I was gradually treated to the sight of an almost naked Kathleen. She wore only a short skirt and a hefty maternity bra as she exercised against the banisters. Holding firmly with outstretched arms she stretched her stiff body; firstly arching her back like a cat then letting her belly hang towards the floor before performing a dozen or so push-ups against the banister. 

"You found me at last. It's hot isn't it?" 

Head cocked she looked at me expectantly but I could only gape at her in lusty amazement.

"Cat got your tongue? Oh well, we will soon see." 

And with that she reached behind to unfasten her bra and let I fall to the floor. Leaning forward again she grasped the banister rail and began repeating her exercises. Her belly hung heavily and formed a delightful curve that ended against her heavy breasts that swayed unhindered as she moved. I dropped her coat and moved urgently towards her. I had to have her; I had to get into her from behind and began desperately loosening my trousers.

"Stop" she said without ceasing her movements. 

"Pick up my coat."

I turned reluctantly away from her and picked up her coat from where I had dropped it. As I turned back she was already walking towards me. Her breasts had grown noticeably bigger and more swollen these last weeks and they jiggled as she moved; I was close to coming in my pants. She pointed at her coat.

"Fold it neatly into a nice thick roll and give it to me."

She was standing very close, her face against mine and I could see sweat beading her upper lip. She was breathing heavily after her exertions and she was grinning that grin that I had seen before. I knew what she was thinking; I could smell her arousal and my erection strained against my pants. 

Reaching behind she loosened the waist of her skirt and It fell to the floor exposing her bare bottom. Without a word she took the coat and smiled. She turned and walked over to the window and placed the rolled coat on the windowsill and then she simply lent her folded arms on the coat and with a contented sigh lay her head upon her arms. 

"I told you I'd make it up to you; aren't you hot with all those clothes on?"

I ripped off my pants and jeans and ran across to her. With my hand between her thighs I forced her legs apart and stroked her sex. She murmured appreciatively and ground herself against my hand. Holding my cock against the lips of her fanny and sliding along her clitoris I thrust repeatedly and heard her moan with every thrust.

"I'm ready for you darling, you don't need to wait." 

I was in a hurry and I entered her roughly, more roughly than I would ever knowingly have dared.

"Oh you bad bugger! She cried, "You want a bit of rough stuff do you?

I held her by the waist and thrust in her as hard as I could. She bent her knees slightly, lowering herself away as if trying to escape but I followed her movements and held her backside forcibly against my groin.

"I see! You are that type of boy, pushing a defenceless girl around, forcing her against her will; well you'll never make me enjoy it, you'll never have the pleasure of seeing me come and you'll not last long in me without coming yourself." 

And again she moved as if to escape from my thrusting but I held her legs open with my knee and continued pushing into her slippery fanny. 

I was confused by the role she had taken. I barley recognised her voice as she goaded and teased me; I didn't know what to say in answer but was suddenly determined to make her cry out, to make her submit, to make her come. Why did she fantasise in this way, wasn't I exciting enough for her? Hurt and irritated I continued thrusting furiously as she taunted me. 

"Is that all you've got? Can't you do better than that?"

She wiggled her bottom away from me and I almost fell out of her. I pulled her back and pushed harder into her. I felt a sudden flash of irritation why couldn't she let me make love to her, why did she have to make believe like this? Suddenly there burst a stream of invective from me. 

"You? Make me come before I'm ready? You have no chance." 

I thrust as hard as I could while holding around her hips, holding her steady for my cock while I smashed against her smooth round bottom. I occasionally lifted her feet completely off the floor in my eagerness. Struggling against me in my fight to control her she pressed her thighs together and I felt my cock was squeezed tightly. The intensity was like nothing I had ever experienced and I cried out defiantly. 

"You can grip me as tightly as you can with that juicy fanny of yours but you can't make me come until I'm good and ready."

I realized she wasn't talking back now but was just gasping with every thrust of my cock. I held her easily by her waist, my thumbs resting in the deep groove between the smooth muscles of her back and I laughed loudly; She couldn't hide the fact that she had changed the angle of her pelvis; Her role-play of protests and defiance were in no way in harmony with her actions. I could see she was enjoying this and now she kinked her back and offered up her vagina to meet my thrusting. 

I studied her buttocks, they rippled every time we collided and I felt my excitement increasing. I saw my shaft was soaked with her juices and a glistening smear ran around her anus like dew over a crumpled brown flower. I moved much slower now, anything to delay my orgasm. Fascinated, I watched her vagina closely; when I withdrew my cock the membranes of her cunt walls gripped me tightly and were drawn slightly out forming a wet and glistening sheath that followed my every movement and which rolled inwards as I moved back into her welcoming body. 

"I can feel you're losing it, you're going slowly now; you're fighting the urge to come, aren't you."

She giggled mockingly;

"But you're going to come and I am going to drain you and shrivel your cock" and she laughed triumphantly.

Yes she was right; I could feel my orgasm building so I withdrew entirely and let my cock slide over her mound. I heard a stifled cry of loss from her and her fingers were quick to press my cock up against the lips of her fanny. The crisp abrasive rub of her thick mat of hair on my glans quickly gave way to a smooth glide as she pushed me deeper in to her wet inner lips and she gasped with every pass of my cock head over her clitoris. I could hear her rising passion, hear her desperate search for orgasm and I fought to prolong my pleasure without shooting my load over her buttocks.

"Cheat! " she cried. "You had to pull out, I was too much for you."

I was stabbing indiscriminately now and my cock waved about wildly. It was stroking over her smooth thighs, sliding upwards along the cleavage of her buttocks, bumping the brown rosette of her anus, doing anything that would delay orgasm until I regained control. Soon my fast approaching orgasm had subsided enough for me to continue so I grasped my shaft and guided myself back into her vagina and I shouted defiantly; 

"I'm not coming yet but when I do."

I paused and pulled her buttocks apart exposing the soft skin between her juicy vagina and her anus.

"When I do come I won't be shooting my load in your cunt, it will be in here." 

And with that I pushed a wet and slippery finger deep into her anus; Through its thin membrane wall I felt my cock head moving in her vagina and I pressed my finger hard against it. She shuddered violently and her knees gave way so I had to hold her up like a doll, holding her with one arm under her waist, holding her there to satisfy my mad need to shoot my load into her. She held desperately to the windowsill and her head fell between her arms. Her back sagged violently and despite her strained attempts at silence she could not deafen her groaning cries nor conceal the orgasm that ran over her and the sight of her shaking with pleasure finished me completely and I burst again and again inside her. 

After I had finished, after I had softened and shrunk, I pulled carefully out of her and sat down with a bump. I fell back on my elbows and gasping deeply fought to get my breath back. Looking up I saw just in front of me her lovely legs, her smooth round buttocks, her hairy fanny and a smear of my sperm trickling down her thigh. Leaning silently against the windowsill she stood unsteadily for a long while before at last turning to face me. 

"Oh my god! You Cheated" she said, and gasped as if both shocked and delighted. 

"That was the first time I have come without rubbing myself in goodness knows how many years. But I cannot believe you cheated! I haven't told you about the anus yet and now you catch me unawares. I hope you haven't been practicing with someone else?"

Breathless, I couldn't answer and lay there watching her pulling out a handkerchief from the pocket of my jeans. She held it up for me to see;

"Can I use this?"

I nodded and she squatted down in front of me. I could hear her making small grunts of exertion and with a slightly embarrassed grin she forced a dribble of semen from her fanny. It dripped from her for several minutes until she began chuckling; she had seen my cock stirring and she grinned again. 

"Should I wipe or should I wait?" 

"Can you?" I asked.

"I can if you can" she said, "but we'll have to be quick." and still squatting she threw her leg over my body and sank down on my reawakening cock.

 >

"I want you Kathleen"

She laughed and grabbed my arm. Draping it over her shoulder she pressed herself tightly against me as we walked over the fields.

"You've just had me twice and now I'm sore and well and truly fucked." and she laughed. "And now we are on our way home for tea."

"No Kathleen, I mean I want YOU, not my big sister or someone I am supposed to be taking by force. I don't like the thought of hurting you. I love you Christine; aren't I exciting enough for you? "

We walked on for a while. She was silent but still held me tight until we reached a stile where we had to climb over; she first and I followed. She turned and stopped me as I climbed down and I sat on the lowest step. She embraced me, my head pressed against her breasts and she sighed.

"I read somewhere that "We all tell ourselves stories to enable us to live our lives" And I need my stories. I am more than twice your age and yes you could say I am jaded and need more stimulation than you to function sexually. But that's no reflection on you or your prowess or,"

And she whispered softly as if someone might hear. 

"Or on the prowess of your delightful cock."

She gave me an extra hug as if to reassure me; 

"The brain is the body's largest erogenous organ and the imagination is potent, when you have lived a while the imagination is all important." 

She struggled with her thoughts for a while before continuing; 

"I do love you Peter, but I am not "In Love" with you. Of course, I don't want to hurt your feelings. It's just that people just don't tell their loved ones that, while they are having an orgasm with them that they are thinking of an actor or a pop star or the man who drove the school bus but....."

We walked for a while then she stopped us again. 

"Rest assured, there is no one else I could open myself to in the way I do with you."

" I had a..."

She paused to find the correct word 

"I had a rigorous childhood that influenced my later life and I sometimes relive it in my sex life, even when I'm with my husband."

"Do you mean the younger brothers? That pretending to be a big sister for me takes you back to the excitement of sexually tutoring your younger brothers?"

She drew me to her and embraced me firmly;

"I can see you have come to your conclusions. I shall have to explain it all to you" and she turned and walked on.

"I will think it through and we will discuss it all."

As we reached our garden gate she pulled a folded envelope out of her jacket pocket.

"Could you walk on and post this for me? Promise me you won't look at the address." 

So I walked through the village, envelope in my pocket and posted it in the post box by the pub. I went in and ordered a pint and taking it out, sat a good half hour in the pubs back garden trying to arrange the confusion in my head. 




My Pregnant Sister in Law Ch. 02



When I got up the next day my mum was already making breakfast and the postman had been with the post. Mum was cross; 

"I don't know what the post office is coming to! They delivered a letter for Kathleen today and it's been folded in two. Postmarked Bristol, It will mean you have to drive her down there again. If you are going up stairs, can you take it up to her?" 

"Shall I take her a cup of Coffee?"

"Don't be silly, you know she's gone off coffee, it's because she's pregnant. Don't you pay any attention to anything she says?"

I took the letter and Kathleen put it aside without opening it. 

"You recognise it of course?" she said. 

I couldn't think of anything to say so she continued and, mistaking my silence for criticism, began to justify her actions. 

"Please don't judge me too harshly, lots of people organise the whole of their lives by telling white lies and for me this one time was morally difficult." 

She shook her head at my silence and continued apologetically;

"It was the only thing I could think of, I reused the envelope from the last appointment and what's done is done." 

But what was done? I wondered out loud. 

"I had to do it don't you see? I realised you have drawn your conclusions about me and my relationships with my younger brothers and I want you alone so we can talk it through. I need to explain from my point of view." 

I moved towards her, surely a hug was in order? But she moved away until the bed stood between us and she continued.

"I love teaching you how to pleasure me and your innocence and sense of wonder at what we do together is very stimulating but now I am worried. I cannot bear the thought I may be both robbing you of your innocence and in return teaching you doubt and cynicism. I will tell your mum about the two fictive appointments in Bristol and we are going to stay at my house. We will have three days and two nights together, alone and un chaperoned" 

She looked around the room, out the window, at the floor, anywhere but at me and then broke quietly into tears. Horrified, I quickly approached her and this time she entered my embrace and pressed herself into my body. 

"Sorry, sorry, sorry." she said after a while. "I don't know what came over me." 

She pushed me out the door telling me to get off to work and asking that I tell mum she was going to have a bath;

"I think better in the bath, I'll see you this afternoon."



My Pregnant Sister in Law Ch. 03



Kathleen's plans for our furtive trip to Bristol were almost scuppered by an unexpected twist of fate represented by the arrival, the day before our journey south, of a genuine notification of an appointment with her gynaecologist. This, when combined with the dates for the fake appointments that had caused her so much troubled conscience, made it necessary for us to spend three nights alone together at her house in Bristol. On hearing this, my mother insisted that she accompany us to look after Kathleen who was after all 8 months pregnant; and so it seemed that we would not be alone at all. 

But fate and accidents seldom come alone and my mother, the evening before our journey and with bags already packed and plans made, managed to slam her hand in the car boot door and had to be driven to hospital. The result was broken bones and a plaster cast and a period of blissful though guilty freedom for Kathleen and I.  

As we said goodbye to my mother we were reticent, shy even, and we may have given the impression, to anyone watching, of being merely acquaintances as we got in the car and drove away. But as we rounded the corner Kathleen quickly resumed her usual position beside me, arm over my seat back and occasionally caressing my neck as we drove. But she was not her usual self, she seemed reserved and tired so I took the initiative and began explaining the guilty feelings I had struggled with since last we made love. 

I had a sense of guilt for what I felt must have seemed to be my disrespect for her while making love at the old Mill. I was afraid she might feel that shoving my finger in her anus, that shouting at her and that forcing her to submit to me was disrespectful and that there was no harmony in our love making; but as always she was sympathetic and anxious for me to know it was all ok. 

"You surprised me that afternoon; but darling, it was pure unadulterated physical indulgence I experienced in our lovemaking. There was disharmony in the details but harmony in the whole and contrast is everything. We were there to make love and we did, the rest is just spice. Be happy about it my sweet."

My worries and her concern for me seemed to enliven her and I was glad to hear her voice come to life and after a while she began to explain about her brothers.

"We were a big family of 10 children though that wasn't unusual where I grew up. My three oldest brothers and a sister had moved out so we were 5 children at home."

I interrupted and corrected her "The older brothers and the sister and you five makes nine; you said you were ten children"

She poked me hard in the shoulder;

"Don't interrupt. The tenth was my sister Irene; she died of Tuberculosis when she was five."

She was quiet for a long while then continued slowly as if re-examining the past, making sure she got the facts right. 

"I was lucky. As the oldest and the only girl I slept alone, my four brothers slept two in a bed. My father was a carpenter in a factory and he had fixed a small bed in an alcove under the stairs. A curtain kept it private and I had the library books I'd borrowed on a shelf." 

She laughed at the memory of it.

"The shelf kept falling down on me and the books would wake me at night but he never fixed it." 

She let the comment hang in silence and I wondered about her father, the 10 kids and the tuberculosis until she continued.

"One night I woke suddenly. It was one of my elder brothers falling in drunk from the street. He hadn't found his way home to his wife so he thought he'd stay with us. I don't know which one it was but It was a Saturday night , I was almost 20 and he took my virginity."

I gasped and tried to express my sympathy by saying something about being surprised she'd not been traumatised but she didn't seem to notice. 

"It hurt the first time and I was frightened but it only happened occasionally until I inadvertently found a perfect way of turning him away."

She paused as if expecting me to ask how she thwarted him. Then she continued anyway.

"I was on the rag and he discovered that while removing my panties. He gasped with disgust and fled." 

I was shocked and couldn't answer; I had never been exposed to anything like this before. But she laughed at the memory and as if answering my silence, continued;

"Darling, I was menstruating; I had my period if you want to call it that and I had a sanitary towel under my pants and he was horrified. I wore a towel often after that." 

She laughed scornfully at the memory; 

"It was just like a crucifix repelling Dracula! But that's the church for you; the reason that you, once every month, cannot rape the girl you are abusing is not because it's wrong but because SHE is unclean."

She raised her voice in exasperation;

"If the church can teach the faithful to abstain from sex with a woman who's bleeding why the hell can't they stop grown men raping young women God Damn It." 

She was very irritated now and muttered fiercely under her breath. After a while she pointed out of the window.

"Pull in here, I need a cup of tea."

We pulled into a road side cafe and I helped her out of the car and she took my arm. In the café we passed two girls who stared at Kathleen's swollen belly and I saw their wondering and could read their thoughts; His Mother? His big sister? Surely not his partner? and I felt suddenly proud to have her on my arm and wanted the world to know she was my lover. 

We had cake and afternoon tea, she had a pee and we left the café passing the same two girls and as we passed their table she stopped and turning to me pulled me down to her mouth and gave me a lingering kiss. 

"Thank you" she said as we walked slowly out to the car park.

"For what?"

"For wishing that they knew I was yours."

"But....?"

"I can read you like a book my sweet."

We had driven in silence for more than ten miles before she took up the thread of her story again.

"I was telling you about my brothers. Well, I never knew which of my elder brothers it was who visited me; but I was curious about the effect my femininity had on men and I began experimenting on my younger brothers."

She laughed at the thought. 

"I was well developed as a 20 year old, I had a good slim figure and generous breasts and men were always looking. I found out that if i teased any of my younger brothers they would do anything for me."

"You weren't cruel to them where you?"

"In hindsight you may well have said that but at the time it was good clean fun and seeing their admiration was an important confirmation of my worth."

"Did you tutor them?"

"Sexually? No darling, not at all; it was like this; I was a developing young woman, my hormones were rushing around wildly and I was both horny and curious so I egged them on."

"Egged them on; what did you say to them?"

I didn't actually say anything but if I teased one of them, maybe wore a blouse and no bra, then I knew he would come creeping when everyone was asleep."

"And then you made love?"

"No, not at all. I feigned sleep and had my curiosity satisfied." 

She had her hand on my arm and shook it to get my attention. I turned towards her and she smiled anxiously as if wanting to be sure I believed her. 

"I feigned sleep and let them explore me."

"Why?" 

"Why what, darling?" 

"Why did you feign sleep; couldn't you have told them what you wanted?" 

"At that age i didn't know what I wanted but I could enjoy their explorations while not taking the blame; I was after all, asleep and not responsible and in that way I could have my cake and eat it!" 

And she hugged me and pulling my face to her mouth kissed me quickly. 

"Of course in an adult that attitude would merely be a dereliction of responsibility but not in a 20 year old girl playing with 19 year old boys."

"But who would blame you?"

"You would be surprised; misplaced sexuality is always the woman's fault it seems. I didn't know what I wanted really. I was curious and horny and by feigning sleep I could let them explore me, but on my terms. They were frightened and uncertain but couldn't resist the temptation and if it was getting out of control I merely had to pretend I was waking and they fled." 

She was amused now and explained enthusiastically.

"It may seem silly now but it was real turn on. Sometimes I'd relax my legs so they could push them apart and lay in between. Oh! those boys were so sweet and inquisitive"

She clapped her hands with delight. 

"When I think of those slim cocks stabbing wildly, trying to find the way in; oh, what desperation. We had led strict and sheltered lives and knew nothing despite our age"

She was excited and amused now, I knew her well enough to recognise her tone of voice and felt her growing excitement echoing in me; I was getting horny and I had no doubt she was too.

"Occasionally it would happen that they entered me, pressing their slender penises into my wet fanny. Sometimes I couldn't resist the temptation to continue so I'd lay passive so as not to frighten them away; I was after all sleeping." 

She chuckled and was clearly reliving the memory.

"But as I said; if things were getting out of hand I would pretend to waken and that would frighten them away."

She stopped as if suddenly shocked by what she'd said.

"Do you think I am awful? Was I cruel?"

I had an erection by now and having no answer for her i leaned across and lifted her hand to my crotch. 

"You're getting an erection; so, you liked my story." She said and squeezed my cock for a while.

I wondered if she would take it further but after a few minutes of stroking she continued.

"I was excited by their exploring's; they seemed fascinated by my breasts and would often suck and pull at my nipples. That made me really wet down there."

She squeezed my cock as if to emphasise "Down There." 

"Another night I got the fright of my life; I had a boy on each side of me; it was my twin brothers. Oh dear; they each had one hand on my breasts and their other hand racing each other to find my vagina. The bumping and pushing and the squabbling fingers sliding around down there gave me the first orgasm I hadn't rubbed on myself." 

She flashed a quick coquet and asked me again; "Am I awful? You'd tell me if you thought I was awful, wouldn't you?

"No, not at all Kathleen, go on."

"Well, one evening my visitor even licked my fanny; goodness knows where he got the inspiration for that from. I remember wishing he'd continue but he crawled back up and tried to find the way in to my fanny with his cock."

She sighed deeply. 

"If only I'd been privy to their thoughts," she said. 

"I so wish I'd known what they were thinking when they kissed me or known what they wondered when their fingers slipped into my wet vagina. Did they think I was always so wet and slippy down there?"

"All this kissing and fingering got me really excited and when I found myself nearing orgasm I would pretend to wake and they would scamper off back to their beds. Then I would finger myself until I came; it was so easy, and so lovely. Sometimes when I was very horny I would guide the handle of my hairbrush inside my fanny." 

I gasped and moved awkwardly in my seat, I had a painful erection.

"You're liking this aren't you?"

And as if to knock me back, as if to dampen my desire she summed up the tale as it had developed.

"It ended when one of my brothers betrayed me in the confessional and I was called in to the church by the priest. It was a Friday and both my parents were at work; of course the priest knew that; he knew everything. His housekeeper was there, at least at first, then she excused herself and left; "I'll make sure you are not disturbed father" she said and left me at the mercy of a grown man."

"The father wanted to examine me, he said he needed to know if what he'd heard was true but he wouldn't tell me what he'd heard. When he had his hand in my pants he got very excited. I remember his face was blotchy and red and he was breathless." 

I was horrified; "Kathleen, you don't need to explain if it's painful."

But she was in full flight now, her temper was up and she continued scornfully.

"That bastard! He had the gall to call me a sick temptress and a jezebel! And all the time he had his finger in my hole. He could not resist my femininity and the hypocrite had the gall to call what I had between my legs "the entrance to eternal damnation." Not even then did he stop fingering me."

She was burning now, her exclamations stabbed the air and I dared not interrupt her.

"But then he gets his cock out and makes me suck it; He said it would make it all better again. His fingers forced my mouth open and he crammed it in; I could hardly breathe. The bastard came quickly; lots, in my mouth, no warning and I didn't know what to do, so...." 

She was in tears now; not submissive and guilty tears but defiant tears cried from sure and righteous anger and when she continued I realised she was certain of her own worth, certain she had no self-doubt or guilt and I was relived.

"So I spat it all out and ran! The last I saw of him he was looking dazed and angry with a great wet and shiny smear down the front of his robe. It looked like the mark of some exclusive religious order." 

She laughed scornfully; 

"The Holy Order of Child Abusers perhaps" But that was the end of it, my brothers never came to me in the night again. Playing with me was a ticket to hell and damnation no doubt. I was never in church again; the time I would have wasted in church I used for reading and doing homework. I got my exams and went to university. I escaped; I got out of a life of just producing kids in Liverpool."

      >

Our arrival at Kathleen's house was subdued. We didn't fall in the door and start making love. Kathleen carried her pregnant belly carefully now and that, combined with her burst of outrage in the car had tired her. I put the kettle on and made tea; she checked the house quietly, obviously glad to be back. I followed her for a while studying her reactions as she walked from room to room picking up familiar objects, straightening a picture here and there before announcing tiredly;

"I must lie down; I need a nap. If you mow the lawn you can wake me when you've finished." 

"But the lawnmower, won't it wake you?"

She blushed.

"I can sleep through anything" she said and grinned self-consciously as if remembering what she'd said about her brothers. I joked that I would perhaps put the depth of her sleep to the test and she cracked a grin.

"You're more than welcome to try."

I needn't have worried about keeping her awake, the lawn mower refused to start and I soon found the reason, a cracked spark plug. Kathleen gave me directions and I walked out and found the garage she'd recommended and bought a new spark plug. On the way back I bought some flowers at a market stall and back at the house entered quietly and heard her call down to me. 

"Did you find what you needed?" 

I answered yes and asked if she had a flower vase.

"Flower vase? Which flowers?" and I heard her come out of her room to the top of the stairs. So I unwrapped the flowers and very self- consciously took them up to her.

"Did you buy these for me?"

Taking the flowers from me she buried her face in them and began to cry long sobbing waves of tears. Confronted by her show of emotions I just didn't know what to do. Here was a grown up crying and I lacked the maturity to cope; she had always taken the lead, had always been in control and now dismayed by her emotions I could only embrace her awkwardly, frightened of both squeezing the baby and crushing the flowers. 

After a while, when she seemed quieter, I picked her up and carried her into her bedroom. Laying her on the bed I tried vainly to rescue the flowers but they were locked in her exhausted grasp so I pulled the continental quilt over her and left her to sleep.

It wasn't much of a garden she had and I was soon finished mowing the lawn and tidying the beds. I unpacked the car as quietly as I could and put the food we'd brought with us in the fridge. In a cupboard I found a vase and filled it with water. 

After a couple of hours I heard her moving around upstairs so I took her Tea and Toast and the vase and found her vainly trying to tidy the crushed and bruised flowers. She looked bashfully at me, her glance went from the vase to the flowers and she began to cry again.

"I'm sorry Kathleen. What did I do?" 

"Silly! You haven't done anything wrong; you showed you care. I may have been as horny as hell these past months but there's more to us than just fucking. I have never fantasized about shagging strangers. What we have; well, it's more than just sex, it's about caring." 

She waved a hand awkwardly in my direction;

"Hanky"

Taking my handkerchief gladly she began dabbing her eyes and between sobs said;

"People are wrong you know; they think I'm self-sufficient and strong; I'm not that tough you know, I'm alone and I have only you."

So, the flowers went in the vase, she had her Tea and Toast and afterwards we lay together on her bed until she drifted off again and I left her to sleep.

I looked in at her two hours later and was rewarded by a tiny muffled voice coming from deep under the duvet and commanding my attention. 

"Come here and give me a kiss, you lovely bugger."

 Kathleen was herself again after her afternoons rest and she busied herself around in the kitchen making dinner. We were having spaghetti and she joked gaily about this being an important part of my next lesson. 

"Which, "next lesson?"

She just laughed and blushed;

"You'll see, you'll see; all in good time."

"This is Spaghetti, proper spaghetti, not those tinned worms some people eat."

I knew nothing about proper spaghetti and wondered how the handful of dried and brittle sticks she held for me to see could be transformed to anything edible but like every new experience with Kathleen I was on a short trip to enlightenment. 

But something was amusing her and as we ate I felt she was teasing me. As a novice spaghetti eater, I often ended up having to suck up the long strands and ended with a sauce stained chin but the sight of my pursed lips, and the sound of my sucking seemed disproportionally amusing to her. What was so funny I wondered? Eventually she began to explain;

"Six of my best friends and I have a girl's group where we get together at each other's houses and eat a meal together. We bitch and complain about politics, work, careers, sex and men. Cunnilingus has been a recurring theme, especially when we've had red wine." 

I knew neither the why, where, when or what of Cunnilingus and said so.

Kathleen grinned wildly and broke out into hearty laughter.

"Then listen carefully sweetie; Cunnilingus is fanny licking, but it's much more than that, as I will show you in a while. What I'll tell you is a summary of 7 ladies experiences, desires and disappointments." 

She laughed again and continued eagerly; 

"This information is worth a fortune! In fact this knowledge will transform your love life. It's so important that you aught to pay me cash for it, so you must listen carefully!"

She emptied her glass and continued gaily. I had seen this side of Kathleen before and was prepared for anything.

"Be a darling and fetch the wine from the kitchen," 

As I fetched her wine she shouted an afterthought;

"And a clean hand towel from the top drawer." 

I felt a frisson of lust tighten in my groin.

When I came back she had moved through to the lounge and was busy getting comfortable in her recliner armchair.

"Sorry darling, I need you to run upstairs and find my hand mirror, it's in my bedroom" When I returned she was watching the evening news.




My Pregnant Sister in Law Ch. 03



"Wait a minute, I must see this"

So I sat on the floor in front of her chair with my head between her knees. As the news progressed she became increasingly restless. I was aware of her moving slightly, squeezing my head between her legs and she slid further down in the chair until she was eventually pushing her crotch at me. I occasionally leaned back in answer and was soon returning her nudges by butting the back of my head against her pantie crotch; soon she could stand no more.

Taking the control she switched it off. 

"Ok Peter, Stand up I want to show you something."

I stood and she took my hand, pulling me to her. 

"Come closer."

I was standing with my crotch close to her face and she was began fiddling with my trousers but was soon exasperated and pushed me away.

"Those 501 jeans are hopeless! So old fashioned, they'll never catch on. Why can't you wear jeans with a zip? Take them off; pants as well."

This was school teacher Kathleen talking and I hurried to comply. The more I hurried the more difficult it became and I ended up catching my feet in my jeans and out of balance and with legs bound together I fell headlong over the sofa.

She chuckled loudly;

"There you are you see; Not very romantic. You'll regret it in the future I shouldn't wonder. You'll be getting close to seducing some lady, she'll be on the verge of being won over and she'll try and get your cock out and the moment will be lost because she can't get your trousers open." 

I managed to untangle myself and slid out of my jeans and my shorts and stood self-consciously before her.

"Sorry I teased you darling, come here to me"

She leaned across and taking hold of my half erect cock pulled me to her.

"That's better; I can see what I'm doing now."

She pulled and squeezed and could soon begin rolling my foreskin backwards and forwards over the head of my growing cock. I was getting more and more turned on and my cock, fully erect, throbbed all the more with her teasing.

"You have a lovely cock and the head, or the "Glans" if you will, is quite a bit bigger than the shaft; how on earth does that thing fit inside me?"

The sight of her hand on me, the sight of her licking her lips had me gasping; I was already feeling the beginning of an orgasm in my balls and I groaned a warning.

She stopped immediately and looking up, caught and held my eye.

I was suddenly struck by a violent pain in my cock; a direct hit of lightning couldn't have shocked me more and I doubled up in surprise. I looked down to see Kathleen waiting patiently for me to compose myself. After a minute's pause she reached out gently and took my still throbbing cock firmly in her hand again. Holding my eye she licked the ball of her thumb extravagantly and looking away from me focussed her gaze on my glans again. Her unspoken desire for me to watch what she was going to do next was as clear as if she had challenged me to "watch this, mister" and I watched in uneasy fascination until she, drawing her wet thumb firmly across the Glans of my cock again, reduced me once more to a doubled up wreck.

"Kathleen please, that hurts, it's worse than a kick in the balls."

She pulled me to her and showered kisses on my face.

"Are you ok darling? That was unkind of me but I need you to understand what I am going to tell you. I had to show you how sensitive my lady penis, my clitoris, is. Less is absolutely more in the case of fanny licking and licking is an art".

I knelt beside her chair, for once glad my cock was out of her reach.

She took my hand and turned the palm of it towards her face. Placing her tongue somewhere around my wrist she licked hard in a rasping motion up and over the palm and up to my fingers. 

"That is dog licking," she said scornfully; 

"Anybody can do that and indeed most men do, it seems. Dog licking is nice if the tongue is inserted into and just around the entrance to the vagina but who can keep that up for more than a second or two?" 

"All my friends are in agreement, dog licking is just too much! Their enthusiastic husbands and boyfriends are way too eager to stimulate and as I have just shown you, over-stimulation is painful." 

She took my hand again and her tongue began a slow journey across my palm; lapping, licking, swirling and dabbing; insinuating itself between my fingers until she stopped.

"That" she said gently; "That is "cat lapping" and that is more than enough to reduce me to a shivering orgasmic wreck." 

She pulled me to her embrace and as we kissed softly she whispered "Can you help me take off my skirt?"

She lifted herself slightly and I found the fastener and drew the skirt off and down her lovely smooth tanned legs. I could not resist the sight of her bulging sex under her white knickers and bending down I pressed my face into her crotch. I inhaled her warm musky scents and taking a deep breath and pressing my mouth against her mound, I blew a long and continuous stream of warm air through the gusset of her knickers. She wriggled with delight.

I smelt the delicious scent of her sex, sweat and urine in harmony and gripping the gusset with my teeth tried to pull her pants off. She raised her bottom to help but I had taken a too solid mass of pubic hair along with the generous mouthful of panties. I relinquish my mouthful and could see her white panties are now wet with her juices and I press my face again hard into her warm mound and she laughed indulgently;

"Please don't look at me down there my sweet, you've made me wet my panties."

So I dove down and grasped the now soaking panties again. I licked the wet patch and tasted a new and exciting flavour; the flavour of a juiced up woman and said so, to her obvious delight:

Oh darling you seem keen to make me forget your lesson; Yes, take off my knickers." 

She lifted herself up and I drew them carefully down around her thighs, along her lovely legs and over her feet. Planting her heels on the edge of the chair she lifted herself up again; 

"Quickly darling; Spread the towel under my bottom before I drip on the chair."

Taking the towel and spreading it smoothly under her brought me close to her and leaned forward and kissed slowly along the border between her swollen mound, thick with dark brittle curls and the fine smooth skin of her inner thigh. She shuddered but said nothing.

I rubbed my lips across her mound and continued kissing softly along the other thigh and she gasped;

"Oh darling that's so nice"

Her hand appeared and cupped her mound. I heard quite clearly the rasping of her pubic hair against her fingers as she rubbed herself.

"Now, where were we? Yes, cunnilingus. I don't know what to say. You've got me a bit flustered. I think you should just try a little and we can discuss as you go along."

And with that she extended two fingers and parted the firm outer lips;

"Begin here darling, lick gently and we will see"

I paused and she reached and patted the top of my head reassuring me.

"It's ok you know; It doesn't taste toilet darling, you'll see."

She removed her hand and I reached for her and parting the lips with my two thumbs exposed her lovely inner sex. I saw a delightful mass of wrinkled tissue and a modest vaginal opening and I extended my tongue and licked carefully. The soft and delicate inner lips flooded with her juices as I stroked with my tongue. Her sex was laid bare, her pleasure was obvious and her ecstatic movements caused her vagina to open slightly and I reached in there as far as I could with my tongue and licked firmly.

"That's lovely darling; don't be shy, continue."

I licked again, nuzzling gently with my lips and tongue and moved closer to her clitoris. I swirled my tongue gently round and round her hooded lady penis. Kathleen shuddered; she gasped deeply and I felt her body tense and heard her breathing stop. She held her breath as I circled again and again until with an explosive exhalation her body relaxed and she gasped for breath. I heard a slight squirting sound and there against my mouth the lovely softness of her inner lips became liquid and my chin was soaked in her juices.

What she'd said about the taste was true though I wondered how she knew. There was no toilet taste; No, she was both sweet and salt and something indefinable. 

Suddenly, in my minds eye, I was taken back to picnics on the beach with my parents; Peaches, warm from the sun and soaked in salt spray tasted contrastingly salt and sweet and when I had licked my fingers clean afterwards I had tasted the raw taste of the fish I had caught, killed and grilled for lunch.

"Hey dreamer; you haven't finished yet."

She lay back in the chair, knees drawn up and parted and laughing she reached out for my hand and drew me back to her.

"This feels very promising I must say; you are a clever pupil but there is more to learn yet." 

And she picked up her hand mirror.

"Come closer. Look at me, inspect me, touch. I like to see your hands on me, I like to watch. Can you enter my Vagina with your tongue again?" 

A movement in my side vision caught my eye; I saw her there in the mirror; she was watching my every movement and I felt myself blush. 

But I was happy to play and repeated my previous movements. She tipped her pelvis slightly and I had her opening there in front of me. I licked gently over the soft skin between her anus and vagina before plunging into her. Wiggling my tongue as hard and long as I could I continued until I could no more. 

She sighed deeply;

Darling that's lovely; but it's hard on the tongue isn't it?"

I wondered how she knew, had she tried licking, and with whom?

"There are alternatives to licking inside me; you can finger me while you lick around the lips and clitoris. That gives double pleasure."

She moved her mirror slightly and I took that as a signal to continue. As I extended two fingers towards her opening I heard her sharp intake of breath,

"Slowly now, let me see you pressing through the opening." 

I entered her slowly, well aware that she was watching closely and as before she indulged herself.

"Stop. Take them out again; Turn your hand sideways so I can see better. Slowly in again; what does that feel like darling?"

"It's soft and slippy yet very strong, she doesn't open easily"

"Go slowly darling. Lick gently along the lips while you finger me. That's right, stroke the rough patch again and again."

Her pelvis rose and fell with her rising passion and I followed her movements closely though with some difficulty.

Can you find my pee hole? It's lovely and tickly just there."

Smoothing aside the wet soft tissues of her lips and looking closely I found the slight indentation of her pee hole and licked gently.

" Just there, yes, harder, yes push harder, oh, that's very nice"

Her requests came as breathless utterance's now and I could sense her passion building. I licked and fingered and her juices ran down the crack of her bottom; I had two fingers in her vagina; my little finger found its way into her anus and she shuddered.

"Lick gently, circle my Clitoris."

I circled eagerly, turned on by her obvious pleasure. My erection was full and I felt a dribble of pre-come wet my thigh.

"Listen, darling" she said urgently,

"When I say so, Purse you lips and suck my clitoris in. Remember; it's just like when you were sucking the spaghetti. Suck the whole of her in between your lips and tickle her with your tongue. Be careful with your teeth and please don't stop until I tell you."

I continued my licking. I occasionally paused and studied her sex. Her clitoris was larger now; it stood erect and the tiny head, coral red, smooth and shiny was just visible amongst the folds of its hood.

She was breathless now but she was still there with her mirror.

"Let me see her, put your tongue to her, rub a little, oh yes!"

I licked carefully though my tongue was aching. My fingers worked inside her and I could clearly feel the tension in her body grow. Her bottom was seldom still; her heels braced on the chair edge held her as her pelvis rose and fell with her passion until at last she began to stutter brokenly;

"I'm almost there. Are you ready darling? Yes, now! Suck me in; suck me in NOW!"

Pursing my lips I sucked the whole of her clitoris, its hood and the surrounding soft tissues into a firm and wet embrace. I sucked and worked my lips on her, my tongue stroked and pressed on the head of her clitoris. Her pelvis rose to meet my caressing and pressed against my mouth. Her thighs clamped around my head could not drown the sound of her cries and her hands found the back of my head as she pressed me into her sex.

"Don't stop darling; don't stop sucking, but be ready to enter me."

I was more than ready and when at last she called for me to come to her I stood up and stooped over her in the chair. Supporting myself on both chair arms and lowering my cock towards her sex I could only gasp in desperation;

"Guide me in Kathleen, please guide me in."

And taking my cock in the one hand and holding the lips apart with the other she aimed me at her vagina. She gasped briefly as I slid in and I felt her heels lock around me.

"Push quickly darling. That's right, give me quick, short, sharp, thrusts."

Her heels were beating time on my back as she urged me on and as her head tipped back I could just hear her gasping sigh,

"That's it, I'm coming again."

And I felt myself burst inside her and I pushed long smooth strokes until there was no more to give. Her legs released their hold on me and I sagged back down onto my knees in front of her. 

"Come to me darling."

I stood and leant across to kiss her.

She smiled and stroked my face tenderly,

"Oh that was so nice; that was our first time face to face and I finished without stroking myself. You did it all darling."

She held me for a few moments longer before saying, somewhat embarrassedly;

"But now I can feel something trickling down there. It's a good job we put the towel down; can you gather it up around me so I can go to the bathroom without dripping on the carpet?" 

As I held the towel gathered around her waist and helped her up from the chair I wondered if I would ever meet another lover like her. She sensed my wondering and turning, hugged me tightly and whispered a silly little aside;

"If you were ten years older and I was ten years younger, and I wasn't married......Well; Then I'd never let you go."

And I was happier than I'd ever been. 



My Pregnant Sister in Law Ch. 04



When I awoke for the first time in Kathleen's bed I was happy; in hindsight I was happier than I should ever be again it seems. After the lesson she had given me in cunnilingus had culminated in our first face to face intercourse and that extra intimacy had caused our mutual orgasm she was full of warmth and lovingness. This was the first time I had shared her bed, indeed it was the first time I had shared any woman's bed and I had woken frequently with her restless movements and had just as frequently fallen asleep again to her loving words and her renewed embrace until in the morning I finally woke in an empty bed. Used to sleeping under sheets and blankets I had been sceptical to her enthusiasm for her continental quilt but having slept embraced by both her and the duvets warmth I swore I would never use anything else again. 

I lay asleep as she brought tea and awoke to the rattling of the cups. Bending over me to kiss me again, her heavy silk gown fell open and an engorged breast spilled out and I kissed and suckled eagerly.

"Oh, that's lovely darling but we will have to wait until this evening."

I continued suckling and biting gently and reached for the other breast certain I could encourage her to repeat the excesses of the previous evening but she would not be budged;

"We cannot make love my sweet; I have just showered. I have an appointment with the gynaecologist before lunch. I cannot have an examination with the smell of you down there, silly." 

I drew the duvet back so she could see what I had and she leant over as if to caress me before quickly slapping my erection playfully.

"Get down boy! Get down and drink your tea."

And afterwards, with her hands still warm from cradling the tea pot she wanked me to the edge of orgasm. Bending over me she quipped; 

"We mustn't stain the sheets." 

And with that she quickly took me and my orgasm in her mouth.

The examination was straight forward; all was as it should be. The gynaecologists guess was that she would go full term and the baby would arrive in a couple of weeks. Kathleen was happy and relieved and as we left she pulled the same stunt as before; stopping me in front of the receptionist's desk and while kissing me she exclaimed;

"I'm sure you'll be a wonderful father my dear," for all to hear before leading me to her favourite coffee shop and a long discussion about my future.

Sitting us down at a corner table she began what seemed to me to be a full blooded attempt to crush all the dreams she had created in me.

"There will be other women in your life my darling, and girls your age and younger; have you thought about that?"

Horrified, I denied the thought, I would remain faithful to her; couldn't she see that?

I kicked against the idea that anything could come between us and sulked childishly as she tried to discuss the subject. But her kindness and her caring voice soothed me despite her somewhat brutal description of the reality of our situation. 

"I shall be travelling to South Africa when the baby is ready for the journey. Your brother has leased a house for us as the project has led to his promotion and more work. I have negotiated a job at the local university. We must part and you will have other lovers. I know you will be as kind, considerate and accommodating for them as you have been for me and that will stand you in good stead in your relationships with other women."

I tried unsuccessfully to hold back the tears and she, seeing that, took hold of my hands over the table;

"But life must go on my dear," she said and began to sniff as well.

"Do you want to go home and discuss this in private?"

I didn't trust myself to answer and taking that as a wish to sit longer she ordered lunch. 

Kathleen was clever at deflecting the pain the news of our parting had caused in me and we were soon discussing irreverently a widely variable range of other subjects. 

"What do you think of that girl over there; the blond in the blue jumper, she's more your age."

"Not interested, I have had you, I am spoilt for anything else." 

She answered challengingly;

"Ok, that's nice of you to say that; but tell me, will you still find me attractive after I've given birth?" 

She paused a while before continuing in a faltering and somewhat vulnerable voice; 

"Will my body return to normal after the birth, will I still be as good in bed?"

And it was my turn to console her and eventually the need to be alone together forced us to drive home.

The afternoon was spent discussing the future and I began to reconcile myself to the fact that we were soon to be parted. We both cried and laughed in turn and for the first time we discussed the fast approaching birth. Kathleen had decided to come home to Bristol for the birth and had arranged for Lydia, her best friend and neighbour, to accompany her to the hospital when the time came. Later that afternoon she came round to visit and her arrival was heralded by a great shout from the hall as she let herself in the front door.

"Here I am my dear, here's your bit of black!"

And amidst peals of laughter they flung themselves together in a warm embrace. I studied them surreptitiously; Kathleen small, big breasted and pregnant and Lydia; African, black, tall and curvaceous and with long runners legs she was obviously well trained and healthy. Turning from Kathleen to me she shocked me with a startling white smile.

"Hello, I'm Lydia; you must be the Peter I've heard so much about." 

"Lovely" was the word that came to mind and I was shocked. What Kathleen had said was true; there were other desirable women in the world and here was one and she was getting to me already. I saw in my mind's eye that unfaithfulness was not only possible but desirable. Had Kathleen planned this meeting to demonstrate the truth of what she'd said? That thought was quickly erased by a gut wrenching realisation; Lydia was stroking Kathleen's backside!

For all my newly learnt sexual experience I was still young and unsure. I had barely seen a coloured person before, let alone met and talked with one so intimately as I now found myself doing and the newness of it all made me stutter awkwardly. Embarrassed I turned away looking for reassurance from Kathleen. She smiled a quick smile and then left me to flounder in the warmth of Lydia's friendliness.

As I answered Lydia's questions somewhere in the back of my mind there echoed another question; a question that for all the unlimited openness Kathleen and I shared still remained unanswered; how did Kathleen know how it was for a man to perform cunnilingus? When she had taught me all the tricks she and her girlfriends had defined in their crazy cunnilingus manifest she had seemed to have an inexhaustible insight to the problems and challenges for getting ones tongue in and around a vagina. How did she know how to give as well as take? Had she and Lydia practised together and developed techniques she later had preached? Seeing them, embracing happily, glad to be together again had me wondering and I was firmly convinced I should find out.

Despite their efforts I kept myself in the background for most of Lydia's visit; I left them to their catching up, to their friendly jokes and their obvious intimacy; I withdrew to a safe distance, I made the tea, washed the dishes and I eavesdropped on their conversation until later in the evening I heard Lydia taking her leave. 

As she left Kathleen's parting embrace she turned in the doorway and glanced over at me for a second before whispering to Kathleen; should she stay? Kathleen turned and her glance caught mine and I looked away in embarrassment.

"Go on home silly; we two want to be alone." And with that she ushered Lydia laughingly out of the door and waved goodbye. Turning, she leant back against the door and pushed it firmly closed with her bottom. We stood in silence and looked at each other. She grinned and said quietly, as much to cover her uncertainty as to have something to say;

"That's my best friend Lydia, what do you think?"

I mumbled something and she became more insistent; 

"No my darling, what do you think, honestly?"

"Black."

Kathleen drew a quick breath and floundering slightly, I continued;

"Black and busty. Well trained, sincere and friendly. Pretty and with an amazingly white smile, what a contrast." 

And she watched me askingly, waiting for a sign of doubt or afterthought. When none came and her curiosity was satisfied she mumbled:

""That's not the only contrast; but more of that later. I think we should go to bed soon darling but I'm tense and need to relax: could we have a warm bath first; maybe light some candles?"

We went off to the bathroom and she found some candles and together there in the gloomy warmth we undressed each other. As we removed garment for garment my excitement grew. Seeing myself mirrored in the wall mirrors, one on the door, one behind the wash hand basin and one on the opposite wall, was stimulating to say the least. As I watched myself undress her, the many mirrored images of our growing nakedness multiplied my pleasure and I studied the multiple reflections of her swollen belly and her full breasts swinging as she moved. She flashed a smile and I could see she seemed to also to like the attention but wouldn't abandon any of her principles. 

"Hey! Don't drop a lady's clothes on the floor, dummy. There's no hurry; you must fold her clothes as you undress her, it's a sign that you care and it's a sign you're not desperate and it will guarantee that you get to make love."

"Does being seen turn you one Kathleen?"

Well yes, though I think I'm getting a bit old for exhibitionism nowadays. The neighbour's boy once had a period of peeping through my bedroom window but he grew out of that." 

And she sighed;

"He watched while I played with myself."

"Why did you play with yourself?"

"Because he was watching." 

And she giggled at the thought;

"And because he was playing with himself. His room wasn't as dark as he imagined and I could see his hand moving;" 

and she laughed and mimicked his movements as her hand jerked an imaginary penis. 

I knelt in front of her and bending forward hooked my fingers in her white panties. She placed her hands on my shoulders to steady herself and as I drew the panties down over her legs she stepped out of them one foot at a time. I pushed my face into her crotch and extended my tongue. I licked and tasted for a second or two and she shivered with delight.

"Come up here, kiss me, let me have a taste of myself." 

She giggled and wobbled awkwardly as I rose to kiss her and took hold of my forearm to steady herself. Now quite naked, she glanced behind before sitting carefully down on the toilet. I leant over her and let her suck on my tongue. 

"I taste like something raw and sexy."

"Like Lydia, perhaps?"

She grinned; 

"Now you know yet another of my secrets darling." 

We lapsed into silence as I pictured them together naked licking and exploring and I realised I wanted more of Lydia.

"Tell me what she's like."

Kathleen said nothing but studied me intensely.

"Listen."

She began peeing loudly. The strong splashing sound stirred something in me and my half erect penis began to stir even more. She giggled and reached out for the drop of moisture now dripping from my glans; she smeared it between her thumb and forefinger and as if aware of it for the first time remarked;

"It's slippery,"

She continued; 

"If my peeing excites you; why not stroke me down there?" 

The splashing sounds stopped abruptly as she held herself back and waited for me; My thoughts of Lydia disappeared and I realised that Kathleen could do just as she wished with me.

"Go on then, feel me up while I pee."

I bent over her and she parted her legs and I pressed my hand between her smooth warm thighs. Cupping her mound, I pressed and rubbed her while the pee ran between my fingers and she shivered with delight. 

"I sometimes think you have no inhibitions; you are so absolutely dirty"

"That's two of us Kathleen."

"So true darling; "The next time I pee, would you like to look?"

When she'd finished I took my hand away and stood beside her well aware that she was not finished with me yet. Seeing my now very erect cock right in front of her face she commanded me again;

"Wank yourself; wank him with your wet hand."

I took my cock with my still dripping hand and wanked vigorously. She shook her head and wiped her face with the back of her hand as the drops flew.

"I guess I asked for that;" she said wryly.

But she was restless and after a while she brushed away my hand and began a close inspection of him as if she had never seen a penis before. Pushing him gently upwards and downwards, side to side with her extended finger and leaning closer she studied him intensely. Suddenly there came a hesitant, almost absent minded question that was so typical of her;

"I wonder," she said ponderingly;

"I wonder if you can you pee when you have an erection?"

Amazed, I could only answer uncertainly;

"I'm not sure; I've never tried."

"Could you manage to pee inside me, flood me with hot pee?"

"But the germs Kathleen? Wouldn't you be afraid of germs?"

"I think pee is sterile; I will check with Lydia; she's a doctor."

All this talk had strengthened my erection and I was hoping she'd suck me again but no; she just continued her playful attention.

"He's so stiff I'm sure I could hang my bath towel on him." 

And she did and he held the weight of it and we laughed and she fondled me a bit more then at last she began sucking me. But suddenly, as if a restless afterthought, she stopped again and asked;

"Could I watch you wank instead; could you toss off for me properly this time? I'd love to see your semen shooting out. Will you tell me your fantasy, talk it out loud? 

Self-consciously I tried my best to relate my masturbation stories, hopeless and unlikely stories of girls from school sucking me in the cinema or the time I peeped at my mother's friend next door but those thoughts paled into insignificance compared to the thrills Kathleen had exposed me to and I told her so.

"When you knelt on the bedroom floor that first time; when you parted your fanny lips and asked if I'd like to push my cock in there; I thought I would die of excitement. No fantasy could possibly match that."

Just telling her that got me going and I was wanking hard and fast and getting near my orgasm and she sensing that showered me with questions; 

"Oh that's dirty! How can you move your hand so fast, don't you get tired? Are you almost there; can I see you squirt it out?"

But a crazy idea flashed through my head and I took her lightly under the chin and slid my tingling cock gently into her mouth. Her tongue began to whirl around my cock head and I held her chin on the palm of my hand and moved repeatedly but gently against her face. 

"Yes I'm going to come, but I want it all in your mouth; and you mustn't swallow"

She glanced up and caught my eye; her face was both incomprehension and doubt and taking a quick breath of air she whispered; 

"What did you say darling; don't swallow?"

"Yes, don't swallow; I don't want you to swallow a drop, can you do that for me?"

She nodded and her teeth grazed my glans but I continued my movements and she seemed to harmonise with me. Sucking hard, she released me only reluctantly as I slid outwards from her mouth and twirling quickly with her tongue, she welcomed me back again as I slid inwards. She grasped my balls firmly and tugged them repeatedly in time with our movements and I began to near my climax; she sensed that and I heard her stifle a giggle. 

She was working hard now, trying to set the pace, trying to gain control and worked willingly to push me over the edge of orgasm and as she succeeded I poured my semen into her mouth. She sucked strongly until I finished. Her lips were sealed around my shaft and as I withdraw at last she slurped and tipped her head back; I saw she was holding a generous mouthful. She sat there on the toilet, cheeks bulging until I helped her up and turned her to the mirror over the wash hand basin. 

I moved the door with its mirror until I could see us from the side; looking forward I could see us from both front and behind, glance sideways and a myriad of reflections from all angles showed a kaleidoscope of our naked bodies. 

"Look at yourself Kathleen."

I hurriedly turned her to the mirror over the wash hand basin exposing her breasts for the reflections of us the mirrored spectators witnessing our own lust. I embrace her from behind and I lifted up her swollen breasts, taking one in each hand, weighing them, showing them to her as I press them together into an exaggerated cleavage. 

"Look at your lovely swollen breasts. Look at the man's hands on your body."

I hear her strained breath whistling in her nostrils as she cradles my semen in her tight lipped mouth. My lips are against the soft side of her neck and I am whispering in her ear. She pushes her warm bottom against my half erect penis, bumping me insistently to get my attention. I tear myself away from the sight of my hands on her breasts and in the mirror she's looking me straight in the eye, her face is one big question mark. 

"Put your chin on your chest Kathleen. Let my come dribble out, but slowly, a bit at a time." 

And I see the realisation shine in her eyes and she lets out a gentle dribble run down her chin and as it drips onto her chest and I smear it over her breasts. Kneading and smoothing, spreading it out over her bosom I tug and tweak her erect nipples and the flow from her mouth increases and she groans when I ask her to join me smearing and massaging it over her breasts.

"Look at what we are doing Kathleen, see my hands on you. Look to the right, the mirror in the door shows us full figure from the side, look to the left and you see us from behind. This is you and me right now, this must be better than some remembered fantasy or some strained role play? This is what you will fantasize about in the future isn't it?"

She can only nod, her mouth not yet empty.

Following herself intently in the mirror she reaches for her breast and I remove my right hand. Our hands, my left and her right stroke in unison pushing her semen smeared breasts together and I see her in the mirror, mouth half open and watching intently. She groans and pushes my hand away and continues stroking and pulling at her breasts alone. She's breathing heavily, chin back down on her chest as my sperm and her saliva run out. I am bending lower now, holding around her waist as she smears her breasts wet and slick with my sperm. Bending, I reach between her legs and explore her wet sex with my left hand. She opens her legs a little more to let me in and extending two fingers I press my way in to her inner lips and with a finger on each side begin stroking around the base of her clitoris. I reach behind with my right hand. I have her in a strong embrace now and my insistent fingers find their way to where I know she likes them best.

I hear my breath catching as I speak;

"Kathleen, I have one hand on your mound and I am stroking your lady penis. I have my wet and slippery thumb in your anus and two fingers in your fanny and I am wanking you. Imagine if someone could see us! Look at yourself in the mirrors and you will see a man holding you. There you are smearing out the sperm that squirted from his penis into your mouth. You release it from your mouth and over your chin and down over your breasts and smear it wet and shiny over your nipples"

I saw her thought processes written clearly in her changing expressions as she watched herself massaging the sperm running over breasts. Her breathing had quickened and her legs had opened even further to give me better access to her fanny. I feel her grinding herself against my wrists and as her juices ran over my hands she remarked jerkily; 




My Pregnant Sister in Law Ch. 04



"What a dirty boy you are" 

And she brings her wet breasts up to her face and bites the swollen nipples alternately.

"I learnt it from you Kathleen," 

and I push my awakening cock against her thigh

"If my erection comes back before you come I am going to take you from behind while you see yourself from the front and sides; or maybe you'd like me in your anus?"

She's weak at the knees now, I feel her grinding herself on my arms, quick regular jolting, pressing herself deeper onto my busily working fingers. I grasp firmly with thumb and fingers and massage the membranes between her anus and vagina and she groans. 

"Or maybe I'll slide my piss hard cock into your wet vagina and let it all go. The hot piss flooding your vagina will run out over your thighs and soak your feet."

And with that she groans and shudders and she comes and I hold her gently upright as her knees weaken and she leans forward over the wash hand basin.

After a few minutes silent embrace I lift her gently and step into the bathwater with her. She lay's back against me and we talk gently as I try to make her see; we don't need her old conquests and adventures to make us come; we can create our own excitement right now.

"Don't you see Kathleen; We are making stories, our stories, together, right now. You don't have to fantasize back in time." 

And she agrees and I feel a great sense of worth; I can give her satisfaction without her having to re-run fantasies from earlier sexual escapades. 

Today I have come extravagantly and I am spent and empty and when we finally get to bed, and she reaches again for my cock, the only thing I want to do is sleep. Little did I know that it would in fact be me and not her that would first have to resort to role play to gain satisfaction in the days to come.



My Pregnant Sister in Law Ch. 05



The second night we spent together wasn't as blissfully intimate as the first. Kathleen was strangely reticent in our discussion about her friendship with Lydia and I struggled when faced with her insecurity. I was replete after enjoying the two orgasms that were the result of Kathleen's considerable talents for oral sex and my seeming lack of interest in her warm and naked body seemed to strengthen her doubts; she had the impression I was a bit too keen on discussing Lydia.

"I am pulled both ways; between confidentiality and loyalty to Lydia and my openness with you." She said.

"But it's your life Kathleen, it's not something she has told you in confidence, it's your secret as well as hers. You would be talking about yourself"

"It's not that easy; just because you share a secret doesn't mean you own it. Perhaps you should ask her yourself."

Having said that she took a sharp pained breath and seemed both regretful and unsure;

"Remember I won't share you; wait until I am in South Africa."

"What brought that up Kathleen? Nobody mentioned sharing; I don't want anyone but you."

I hugged her hard as if to emphasise the truth of my feelings but she squirmed her way out of my arms and sitting up turned on the bedside light.

"Three months ago you could manage to make love four times a day and more, if I wanted you to. But now...Well, I feel uncertain; It seems you don't find me so attractive anymore and If you discussed my intimate details with Lydia I know which way it will go; you would end up in her bed."

She was distraught as she said that and after a long pause where she dried her eyes with a handkerchief she whispered quietly; 

"Fairly soon, perhaps in just a few days, my life will change for ever. It may change so much that i may not recognise myself. I am a sexual person and my sexuality is an integral part of my relationship with you," 

She paused as if it pained her to continue;

"And with your brother."

She turned and reaching out to me stroked the side of my face.

"I may go right off sex when I am a mother and then where will I be? Tell me, will I still be attractive to my husband...," 

She corrected herself quickly and I was suddenly very glad;

"Will I still be attractive to the two men in my life or will I end up playing second fiddle to women not ruined by giving birth?"

She was anxious and wide awake now and I tried self-consciously to reassure her or at least change the subject and as I fished awkwardly for a diversion I picked up an object from her bedside table and asked her to explain. She replied impatiently; 

"It's my headlight; that's the battery pack and the wires, that's the lens and the stretchy straps hold the lamp on my head. I use it while running in winter. I have it here because it would be useful if we had a power cut; but don't try and change the subject!"

But I attempted just that anyway, anything to get her thoughts away from worrying about her attractiveness and the birth and I attempted to say something humorous.

"It looks like something an intruder could use while inspecting a sleeping woman; both hands free and all that....." 

She sniggered;

"It may well be that I will have to make do with that in the future; Intruders feeling me up I mean."

I detected a glint of interest and a spark of humour in her voice.

"I am thirsty Peter; could you make a pot of tea?"

Before I was finished making the tea she had shouted down to me in the kitchen several times and the tray I took back up to her had both tea, toast and a plate of scrambled eggs.

"Oh, talking about sex always makes me hungry."

I wasn't aware that we'd been talking about sex but said nothing, experience teaching me that my silence would provoke her to air her innermost thoughts. Listening to her chatter I felt a sudden frisson of excitement as I noticed the headlamp was now on my bedside table. Had she put it there deliberately? Did she want a night time visit? Should I play the intruder breaking in to abuse her or should I re-enact the fumbling innocence of her younger brothers and their night time exploration of her sexuality? I felt my cock stirring, as I thought about the luxury of having her passive and naked body before me to do with as I wished. How would I know what was permitted, how would I know what was on and off limits?

Later, as we finally tidied the bed, took a last trip to the toilet and turned off the lights I pressed myself up against her backside and formed my body to hers. I already had an erection but she just chuckled;

"Too late for that, but thanks for the compliment anyway."

And as I drifted off to sleep I felt her hand burrowing between us as she lifted her leg and placed my cock between the cheeks of her bottom. I nestled against her warm smooth thighs as she pressed herself against me. My glans was pressed in the moist warm furrow formed by the parted outer lips of her sex and I felt her fingers fiddling with herself as sleep took me. 

I awoke with a start. It was dark and the streetlights filled the room with a ghostly orange glow. Kathleen was standing by the bed and shaking my shoulder. She wore a warm raincoat, I was stunned and cold. She had ripped the duvet off my naked body to wake me and as she struggled to fasten her raincoat she shouted again;

"Hurry! It's started. The baby's coming."

Holding her stomach she turned and walked awkwardly towards the stairs. I threw my clothes on and raced after her and found her already outside standing bent over the bonnet of the car. I unlocked her door and helped her in. She pushed me away; 

"I can fasten my belt myself, get going Peter, quickly now."

The drive to hospital was straightforward; with typical thoughtfulness she had memorised the route days ago, but getting across Bristol still seemed to take an age and as we hurried into the hospital car park I couldn't help wondering how much longer we had before the baby would arrive. As a doctor and two nurses helped her onto a trolley she pressed a piece of paper into my hand. As she was whisked away I heard her shout;

"Ring Lydia." 

I found my way to a sympathetic staff nurse who ushered me into an office where I could ring Lydia at her hotel in London. After what seemed like an age she answered the phone and began questioning me professionally.

"Has it started? How many minutes between contractions? How much of an opening has she?"

"I don't know, I don't know, will she be ok?"

"I cannot get there in time so you must stay with her." 

I was close to panicking and she heard the despair in my voice. She was well used to talking to patients and put me firmly in my place. 

"You must pull yourself together Peter; she needs you now. You must go and support her, the staff are used to coping with hopeless teenage fathers so they will tell you what to do." 

And with that she repeated what she'd said on our first meeting;

"You take care of her, or else."

I promised I would and hung up and with my heart in my throat I dashed into the ward to find her.

Kathleen sat on a bed, cup of tea in hand talking to one of the nurses and they both grinned at my shocked face. 

"Let's go home," she said;

"It was just a false alarm; Indigestion!"

And she laughed;

"It was a mistake eating a meal in bed so late last night."

She held my arm tightly as we walked out over the carpark.

"It was a false alarm." She said and laughed. There is nothing happening down there." And I was terribly relieved. 

"Come on." she said. "Let's get you home; you look like you need some breakfast."

Kathleen was tired, thoughtful and loving after our hectic night. She leaned tight in to me as we drove home. Dawn was breaking and as we unlocked the front door and let ourselves in she embraced me and said she wanted me to stay close so I helped her upstairs and, forgetting the breakfast, we fell into bed. 

We awoke at lunchtime and spent the rest of the afternoon talking though I had to work hard to keep her from dwelling on the approaching birth and the possible changes that could bring. She was not worried about the actual birth but more about her attractiveness afterwards.

"Will you make love to me tonight and later, in a few weeks, before I travel to South Africa we can sleep together again and you can tell me honestly if it still feels the same?"

I struggled to calm her and as I searched desperately for anything reassure her i remembered something I'd heard once while working on a building site. If nothing else, I thought, it may make her laugh;

"The vagina; I've heard It will stretch a mile before It tears an inch."

She gasped explosively and was thrown into a desperate spasm of breathless laughter. She fought vainly to catch her breath and gesticulating wildly pointed that I should slap her between the shoulder blades. Gasping like a fish out of water she could only fight for breath until, eventually regaining her composure, she threw her head back in raucous laughter. 

"Oh my god you are clever at making me laugh and I thank you for today's words of wisdom. But the man who said that obviously hasn't given birth."

She grinned warmly and reaching forward to my crotch grasped my cock through my trousers and squeezed firmly.

"But listen; I've always been tight down there; indeed I've never had anything more challenging in my fanny than your penis."

"And in your anus?"

She brushed aside my comment and continued;

"My vagina can only just take your penis; a baby's head is so much bigger than that, that's why I'm worried my darling"

I could only hold around her and hope that would help.

After a while she disentangled herself from my embrace and took the conversation off in a different direction. 

Smiling mysteriously she began teasingly:

"You keep asking about my anus, I can see you are curious and eventually you will want to try for yourself. Well I can tell you now; you have no chance of having anal intercourse with me, you are too big."

"Better to be too big than too small I guess."

She looked at me and shaking her head in exasperation waved a finger strictly as if to emphasize what she was saying and grinning ironically she put me firmly in my place;

"Typical man! Size isn't everything you know. On the contrary; for some lucky men it is an advantage to have a slender cock; it's they and their partners who are the ones enjoying anal intercourse after all. If you want to know more you may have to ask Lydia or one of your fans at home." 

I realised then that my curiosity about anal intercourse wouldn't be satisfied by Kathleen and that I had to help her come to terms with her fears and after a few minutes laughter she again became doubtful and sad;

"But don't you see darling, giving birth will undoubtedly change my body. Every time we make love I am afraid it may be the last time everything down there works, for both me and my partner." 

To divert her from thinking about the birth and its repercussions I asked her to explain about her twin brothers Rory and Liam and their night time visits to her bed. 

"Oh my two boys, they were like chalk and cheese." 

"How? Did one have a bigger cock than the other?"

"How would I know? I was asleep or at least pretending to be."

And she laughed. 

"Oh I wish I had, but no, I never took hold of their penises: I lay there passive and let them explore my body as much as they wished."

"Did they push themselves inside you?"

"No, they usually only rubbed themselves up and down between the lips of my fanny. They barley put more than the head of their penis inside me. If I had tipped my pelvis up against them they would have slid right in."

She chuckled again at the thought and continued enthusiastically as if she saw the scene unfold in her mind's eye;

"They could have taken me; one after the other if they had wanted; I certainly wanted them to but I had to maintain the charade of being asleep."

She shivered with delight as she said that and rubbed her hands over her pantie covered fanny.

"They didn't know I was watching them the dirty young boys."

She looked at me as if to check my reaction.

"They would rub themselves around in my juicy vagina for maybe 10 - 15 seconds then they pulled away as they squirted their stuff; I guess they were frightened by the intense feelings they felt. Sometimes they came on my belly sometime in the hair on my fanny or the sheets. They got me really aroused and juicy and when they were done they crept away leaving a wet patch on the sheets. I masturbated when they had gone. I often did it several times and then slept in a lovely orgasmic bliss."

She laughed at the thought;

"No, it was after, when they grew up that they were different. Rory was kind and considerate; I considered approaching him several times"

"Approaching him?"

"Maybe I was naïve but yes; I considered offering Rory sex, offering to show him how to fuck me properly, but those two were inseparable and I was afraid I couldn't control Liam. So I didn't, just as well perhaps. Liam was different; he had a dangerous streak in him; I often wonder why. But I do wish I knew what they were thinking as they explored me."

As she lay in my arms and related her sexual awakening, whispered her intimate secrets and explained her erotic longings I felt her relax. It was obvious her worries were subdued by our shared intimacy and I resolved to take it further. Tonight I would sneak under her covers; tonight I would play out the role of her brothers and use her while she slept. 

I was reasonably desperate as I searched the house; Kathleen's head torch didn't work, the batteries were done and I couldn't find replacements anywhere. If I was to explore her body while she slept I needed the head torch so I could have my hands free. I had searched everywhere without success. I decided to try the garden shed but as I walked across the garden I saw Lydia in her kitchen next door. 

Her innocence was stimulating; she moved around the kitchen totally unaware that she was being observed; she reached up to put a dish into a cupboard and the T shirt stretched tight over her breasts and exposed her bare belly. I felt my cock stirring; I imagined spying on her in the bathroom, showering perhaps and I realised I wouldn't have any problem wanking off as I spied on her. Summoning my courage I leant across the fence between the houses and tapped on the window. I watched her as she moved around the kitchen and realised that she in the bright kitchen couldn't see me outside in the darkness.

I wanted to talk to her, I wanted to see her close at hand so I knocked on the window again and waved until she saw me and smiled. I watched as she turned and walked away towards the back door. Her backside was tight and round and quite big for a woman. Did all black women have big backsides I wondered? I was getting more excited by the minute; should her arse sway and tip like that as she walked or was she exaggerating for my sake?

I was pulled reluctantly from my fantasies as she walked across her patio towards me. 

"Hello Peter, how are you two getting along, what with your false alarm and all?"

I felt myself blush as she greeted me and i struggled to answer. I was afraid she could sense my voyeuristic interest and somehow read my dirty thoughts but she continued as if all was normal.

"How is she? Are you looking after her properly? So, what can I do for you?"

I stumbled guiltily over the words as I struggled to explain about the lamp and the lack of batteries.

"So, you foresee a power cut tonight?" She grinned and let the comment hang for a while as if deliberately tormenting me for my lack of confidence before continuing;

"I have the same lamp," she said. "We bought them at the same time for jogging in the winter; I'll find you some batteries." 

And taking the lamp with her she turned and walked back into the house. Her round arse jiggled in her tight trousers and her breasts filled her white t-shirt and I fantasised guiltily about having sex with her. After a few minutes she returned. I was standing in the gloom and she was lit by the light from her kitchen; I was captivated by the hint of her nipples under her T-shirt. Standing before me she chuckled and asked;

"She's not going jogging at this time of night?"

"No, it's for".......

As if with an afterthought she switched on the lamp as if to check it worked and as I stood there blinded by the glare I hoped she couldn't see my erection. 

"You were saying; it's for?"

Though I couldn't see her behind the blinding light I could hear a trace of amusement in her voice and I felt she was teasing me and I was lost for words again and I could only stand awkwardly before her.

"A good fantasy is not the least of your talents I hear. You'll meet your match in Kathleen." 

She switched off the lamp and sighed gently;

"I'm envious."

We stood facing each other across the fence until she suddenly pressed the lamp into my hands saying;

"I must get to bed, I am in London again tomorrow and the day after but Kathleen knows how to get in touch with me."

"You take care of her, or else." and turning quickly walked back into the kitchen. 

I had the headlamp, I was alone in the house with Kathleen and there was nothing to stop me using her while she slept so I locked the doors, switched off the lights crept silently through the house. As I passed the cloakroom with its coats and boots a worn and tattered pair of gardening gloves caught my eye; without knowing why I picked them up and took them upstairs with me.

I stopped on the landing and reconsidered. What if I frightened her? What if I thrust too hard in her and I hurt the baby? The last time we had fucked enthusiastically she had reassured me I couldn't hurt the baby and I realised that this role-play, a harmless but stimulating fantasy ride into the past was what she wanted. 

I was going to try and undress her, explore her, feel her, lick the moisture from her fanny and penetrate her without waking her and I was going to indulge myself. She would stop me if she woke to find me doing what was out of bounds, but what was out of bounds? Only anal intercourse it seemed; but what if she was asleep and I found her sphincter relaxed?

The day she had taken my virginity and she had orgasmed she had cried out "Oh, fuck me like you don't like me." as she came. "Fuck me like it's against my will, fuck your big sister, go on, squirt it all in your big sister, she's coming now." 

Who was it who didn't like her and had taken her against her will? Who was it she urged to shoot his come in her, his big sister? Was there something about Liam she hadn't told me? 

It was then my plans fell into place; the gloves, my bare hands, harshness and gentleness; the contrast between the twin brothers. I would play the role of not one but two brothers! Good fuck, bad fuck and I wasn't sure which she'd enjoy most. My heart beat harder, I felt as if I had run up a steep hill and breathless with anticipation as I tore my clothes off there outside her bedroom I raised an aching erection.

The bedroom door was open and I sneaked in without opening it further. My eyes adjusted to the gloom; I would only use the head torch under the covers. Approaching the bed I see she's asleep on her side with her back to me. I stop and listen. I am sure the hammering in my heart will wake her. I look closer, her tousled hair is covering her face and she is breathing regularly. As I stand there, amazed at the intensity of my lust I realise why she has been so intent on role play; fantasy could be more intense than reality. 

It seems so stupid but I am going to begin talking; I am going to begin a conversation between the two brothers I have never met. I lift the edge of her duvet and sneak my head under and switch on the head torch. She is naked except for her heavy maternity bra and a pair of white pants. I reach gingerly for the bra strap and sliding my fingers under the edge I find the fastener and undo it.




My Pregnant Sister in Law Ch. 05



The weight of her breasts pull the cups forward and as I gasp involuntarily I hear myself say;

"God Liam, her tits have grown since last time, they're big and heavy."

I peel the bra off her shoulder and free her breasts. Reaching across her shoulder I cup her distended breasts one after the other, weighing and caressing them. 

"God her tits are full, they've really grown since last time; feel them Liam." 

I find the gloves and quickly put them on; they are old and worn and several fingertips are missing; I reach across and lift and caress her breast with my gloved hands and pinch her nipple. I press her breasts together and leaning across press my face into the generous cleavage. I move my mouth across her breasts and follow their swell up and past her armpit and up to her neck. I lick her nape and taste salt. She's sweating a little but she's still breathing steadily.

I lean closer and kissing her shoulder drag my mouth over the delicate skin of her ribs and down over the side of her distended belly. I want to get into her panties. 

The light is a godsend; with it I can examine every detail of her body while I have my hands free to stroke and finger. I stroke her rounded bottom and extend a finger between her thighs. I drag the exposed fingertip back over her crotch and bringing the finger to my face sniff deeply.

"God smell her, Rory."

"Can I have a feel Liam, let me have a feel!"

"Shut up and wait. I'll get her pants off."

I push myself closer and sneak a gloved finger under the edge of her panties. I burrow amongst the wiry pubic hair with my fingertip and find the furrow between the lips. She's only just moist and I shudder involuntarily; she's still asleep. Somehow that thought thrills me more than if I had known she was just pretending. 

I pull her pants down at the back exposing her buttocks and in the torchlight I see a wisp of black hair and the dark rosette of her anus; Stroking and lifting I part her buttocks and press my face into their warm embrace. I lick as far as I can reach. I taste her sex and a hint of bitterness from her anus and exclaim;

"She'll soon be ready for fucking Rory."

She is still laying relaxed and defenceless on her left side with her upper leg drawn up. I want her on her back so I can see more so I straighten her legs and pulling gently on her hip tip her over on her back. Her arms are laying tangled over her breasts so I lift them gently out of the way. I am desperate to get inside her now and have trouble maintaining the charade of two brothers. I know that at some point she will wake or at least be somehow aware of what's going on.

"Let's get those nickers off of her Rory."

"Quiet Liam, you'll wake her."

Bending over her I grasp her pants and pull them steadily down from her hips and over her thighs. I let the gloves rasp over her delicate skin; I am looking for signs of her waking but see no involuntary lifting of her hips as the panties catch, feel no helpful wriggle; she is totally unconscious. I shuffle awkwardly down the bed and pull the pants down her legs and off.

"Look at that Rory, she's naked; I told you we'd manage it this time."

"Can I have a look Liam? Please let me look. Move out the way." 

And taking the gloves off I become kind and gentle Rory and begin exploring her body. I push her legs apart and lean my face into her crotch. The light reveals every detail and my fingers fly over the mound of her sex and I prise the lips open.

"I can see inside her fanny Liam, she's pink and soft. Will she get slippy tonight?"

"Let me see, get out the way Rory." And I shuffle a little as I put on the gloves again.

I part her thighs roughly and lean over her crotch. I recognise the smell and extending my tongue press through the thatch of her hair and taste the unmistakable taste of a woman. I slide my tongue along the inner lips and around her clitoris and as I lick clumsily over her clitoris her body jerks. She, or at least her body, has woken.

"She always get slippy when I touch her Rory; take a look now, you'll see." 

I pull off the gloves and gently stroke her thighs and finger her again. I cannot help myself and whisper in wonder

"She's so soft and slippy."

I explore her fanny going deeper with every movement, it's easier now and I give her two fingers and search for the rough patch she loves so much to have stimulated; she's getting wetter now and her pelvis moves ever so slightly against me as I finger her.

"She's pissed on my hand Liam!"

"Don't be stupid Rory, that's not pee, It's love juice; it means she's ready for you."

I want desperately to fuck her now so I shuffle between her legs and bending over and taking the weight on one hand I point my cock at her sex. Her belly is getting in the way and I cannot lean on her so I take my arms under her legs and catching under her knees lift her. With her bottom on my thighs I spread her knees apart and push them out on each side of her pregnant belly. She is open and defenceless now, her legs spread wide I can see the gash of her sex glistening in the torchlight and by lifting and moving her sleeping body can align my cock with her vagina and push the glans of my cock into the entrance. I stop there, denying my desire to push deep in her and I stay with the roleplay. 

"I'm in her Liam, I'm fucking her."

"No you're not; her fanny's right in front of my nose; I can see you've only just got your bell end in her."

"But it's hot Liam, it's fucking hot." 

"I jiggle the tip of my penis in the wetness of her opening. The tight elastic entrance to her vagina stretches to accommodate my movements and its wet surface follows the every contour with a hot slippery embrace.

I jiggle my hips a bit more and the glans of my penis slides in beyond the tight ring of her vagina and It grips tightly and adapts itself to the ridged edge of my cockhead. I jiggle quickly and I feel the orgasm beginning already.

"Put it in Rory, push it all the way in." 

"I pull her nearer and tip my pelvis against her. I am taking short strokes and I see my glans has disappeared inside her and the shaft of my cock is wet and glistening. I hold her easily, lifting her to meet my thrusts and I see her distended breasts wobbling with each movement.

"It's good Liam, it's fucking hot."

I keep up the careful movements gradually moving further in until I feel the orgasm building in me and whisper breathlessly; 

"It's getting hot Liam, I can't wait!"

And I pull out and jerking myself furiously shoot my come over the dark patch between her legs. As I kneel there, her legs held open, her sex divided and exposed in the torchlight I hear her mutter indistinctly

"Oh Rory darling was it good?"

I am shocked by her tenderness and I answer in the only way I know can hope to prolong the role-play.

"I'm sorry Kathleen, I was only going to look, not go in you."

She lifted her hand and stroked my cheek, "Don't say sorry Rory, it was lovely." 

Her arm fell back and she lay quietly as if she was in a trance. I wanted to take her again, I wasn't finished yet. If she didn't object I would continue.

"Rory, did you spunk in her?"

"What's spunk?"

"Don't be daft Rory. Your stuff, the come, the monkey spunk; did you squirt it inside her?"

"No I pulled out of her." 

"You dirty fucker! So you've come all over her belly, I'm not laying on that, help me turn her back on her side, with her arse towards me." 

"You're not going to do her in her bottom Liam?" 

"Shut up Rory you'll wake her. No I'll just slip it in her cunt from behind." 

I put the gloves back on and tip her back on her side with her buttocks towards me. I need a few minutes to get my erection again so burrow under the sheets and press my face against her crotch. Fascinated I reach with both gloved thumbs and part the wet tangled hair and find the furrow between the lips of her sex.

I lean closer. I am breathing heavily on her thighs and fanny as i lift the chubby top lip away from its moist partner. A slippy string of her juices between the lips stretches then breaks. 

"Rory, will you look at that, she's juicy, she must be wanting it in her dreams."

I cannot wait any longer and lay myself down against her. Lifting her leg slightly I force my cock against the stiff matted hair and feel a stab of intense pleasure as I part the lips and slide into her fanny. I feel her tip her pelvis towards me slightly and hear a sharp intake of breath as she whispers. 

"Is that you again Rory?"

It is bliss to be back inside her again and I move steadily just indulging myself with the knowledge I can do just as I want and I answer her, still playing the game. 

"No big sister, it's me, your brother Liam." 

And with that I thrust as hard as I can as if to make a point of the difference between us brothers. She is silent so I thrust hard again but hear no sound. I am pushing as hard as I can against her round buttocks but I am not reaching her cervix and making her cry out.

I pull out of her and throw the duvet off us. She lays there in the torchlight, her head thrown back and her throat stretched tightly. She makes a slight sound of protest. 

"Don't go yet." 

I ignore her and quickly bending her right leg at the knee I push it far up towards her breast, I hold it steady laying it on the side of her pregnant belly and I sit astride her straight lower leg, pinning it to the bed.

"Careful Liam, what if she wakes?" 

"Then she'll wake with a cock right up her cunt and I'm going to squirt in her tonight."

"Don't say cunt, that's our sister you're talking about. Are you crazy? Do you want to be making a baby in her?"

I shuffle myself up against her and guide my cock into her vagina. I have her now, her legs are wide open and I can press the whole length of my cock in her. I thrust hard and feel the hard bump of her cervix. She groans. I press hard, lifting her leg away from her belly and I scissor my crotch against hers as hard as it will go. Her hand falls on my thigh, she is holding me, pulling me ever closer.

Laying there under me, she is gazing blindly against the light as I thrust at her. Whipping my pelvis away from her I almost exit her cunt before smashing back into her. She grunts with every thrust and I wonder if I should stop but she whispers;

"Don't stop Liam, don't leave me."

And I continue pounding into her for what seems like an age until I see her back arch steadily, bending backwards and throwing her head back as she approaches her orgasm. She whispers incoherently in short breaths so I reach over and grasp a breast and pinch the nipple violently 

And with that I see her stiffen and she cries out

"Squirt it on the sheets Liam; don't make me pregnant again, please."

But I am lost in the fantasy and as I come I lean over and whisper spitefully for her to hear.

"There's my come, and there, and there, and there again; I am shooting my stuff in you big sister."

And as I come I feel her holding me, her hands behind my knees as she grinds herself against me until she's through her climax.

Later, my ejaculation is finished and I am at once regretful over what I have done and beg her for forgiveness and she can barely answer just smile dazedly and stroke my face and tell me to get the duvet from the floor. She pulls her pants on and reaching for me tells me to lay close;

"Keep me warm my darling." And we sleep.



My Pregnant Sister in Law Ch. 06



I woke early the next morning and lay for a long while studying Kathleen who lay beside me. Her face was covered by the duvet but her shoulder and one breast were exposed. I could see the traces of a red rash over her chest and throat; the remains of her orgasm. I had caused that. But had I been too rough with her?

I covered her gently with the duvet and rolled out of bed on my way to the bathroom. I wasn't sure how she would greet me after the violence of my incest roleplay last night. I stopped by the door and looked back at her. Had I raped her? Had I assaulted her with my sperm when she begged me, or at least begged the role-play character I was attempting to portray, begged him not to come inside her, begged him not to make her pregnant again.

There came a muffled voice from under the covers;

"Tea."

So she was awake; what was she thinking?

I looked carefully and I could see she was there under the duvet, studying me from behind the tangle of her hair. She cleared her throat and I prepared myself for a crushing rebuke or at least some tearful accusation.

"Tea." She said.

"And toast."

And I felt a bit better. Tea and toast in bed was Kathleen's solution to all situations and I felt more confident.

She had showered and was half way dressed when I came with her breakfast so she put on a dressing gown; arranging the pillows against the headboard and sat herself up in bed. She grinned and I felt the relief wash over me;

"I cannot believe where you took me last night!"

I didn't know what to say and felt very much like a tongue-tied idiot. 

"I just cannot believe how you manipulated my senses. The whole thing was surreal; the dialog between my twin brothers and their hands sneaking over me, and the blinding light! It was like a near death experience; mentally I was completely disorientated,"

She giggled at the thought before saying dirtily;

"I may have been disorientated but my body knew the way." 

She laughed spilling some tea and made hopeless attempts to mop it up before continuing 

"Where on earth you got the idea....." 

She shook her head in amazement;

"And the gloves! What were you thinking?"

I shrugged and couldn't answer but I could see her genuine enthusiasm and could relax; I hadn't abused her.

"You are not just a delightfully dirty young man but you have a potent imagination and I realise I have to confide in you yet again."

She signalled that she was through with the tea tray and I took I from her.

"Don't go; put it down and come here."

She held up the edge of the duvet and I crept in and she pulled me closer. 

"You must be wondering about Liam and my first pregnancy."

I kept quiet and as usual she opened her innermost feelings to me. 

"I am sorry I lied to you darling but I couldn't admit it; even after all these years. I knew that Liam wasn't an innocent young boy, he was a horny young man who wouldn't take no for an answer. He would stick it in me unless I stopped him but I liked being fucked. I guess I am subconsciously trying to maintain my innocence."

"Liam was more demanding than Rory and he began entering me almost from the first time they began visiting me at night. He got me pregnant. It was a complete crisis and the priest was called in. He told my mother that there was a lady we could visit to make it all go away."

She paused as if rearranging the thoughts in her head before continuing.

"It was a tough experience. My mother disowned me and it ruined my relationship with my father; he was torn between his care for me and his love for my mother. Not a word was said about Liam and his part in it all. I was given a piece of paper with an address and told to get on with it. I found the way to an older lady; she was a midwife, she had taken some equipment from the hospital and had a bench in her front room."

She paused again and asked me,

"Are you ok with this?"

I just hugged her and she continued.

"I was on the bench with my legs in the stirrups and the midwife left the room. She was gone for a while and a tall thin man with a white coat came in. He greeted me and said that he wouldn't take a minute. He took a chair and placed it at the foot of the bench between my legs and as he sat down he disappeared from sight behind the white sheets over my knees. I felt him parting the lips of my fanny and his fingers moving around, he was inspecting me down there and inserted his fingers in my vagina. I didn't like it but just accepted that it was how it should be."

She paused again, for much longer this time and I glanced to see if she was crying. I wondered how this account would end when she suddenly blurted out;

"He stood up again and I caught his eye and I asked if it was all over; how naïve I was!

She paused again as if asking herself yet again the question; "was I so dreadfully naïve," before continuing;

"I could see he looked sort of bothered and wondered if something was wrong. It was then I was aware of him fiddling around with something down there. I heard the sound of a zip as he opened his trousers and heard his gasp as he pushed his penis into me. I wasn't wet and it hurt. I lay on the bench unable to move! I tried to push him away but couldn't; I called out but no one came. Fortunately he wasn't very big and he was finished quite quickly. After he came inside me he wiped himself on the sheets, zipped up his trousers and left the room without saying a word."

"When the midwife returned she seemed very irritated and began inspecting me roughly. She wiped my crotch impatiently with a cloth and muttered something about some dirty young whore. I didn't realise until later it was me she was blaming for the mess the "doctor" had made in me. I found out years afterwards that it was her husband who had used me, It seems it was his habit to help himself to the young girls who came to their appointments alone; and so many did! In those days abortion was not only a terrible disgrace, it was illegal."

Kathleen paused and snuggled closer to me and was silent for a long while before suddenly continuing in a very matter of fact way as if wanting to finish her story and shut the door on the past.

"The midwife went to work with what equipment she had; knitting needles I think, and destroyed the foetus. I was pushed out onto the street with a Doctor Whites sanitary towel in my nickers and the message that I should treat it as if it was my monthly bleeding. The whole thing was very painful and the damage she did is probably the reason I never managed to get pregnant in the last twenty something years."

I held her close and tried to express my anger at the way life had treated her and she responded warmly as usual.

"Don't say sorry darling, it's not your fault. Men have a personal responsibility for their own actions not a collective responsibility for some rotten individual's misdoings." 

And she folded me in her arms with a kiss that lasted a long while until she broke away.

"We need to get going if we are going to get back to your mums before dark."

So she packed, I got the baggage into the car and we closed and locked the house and began the trip home.

I never found out if it was an impulse or women's intuition that made Kathleen ask me to pull into the Gynaecologist's surgery; that question was forgotten in the hectic hours that followed. To summarise; Kathleen asked the gynaecologist to check that all was well with her and the baby. He did and to his shock found a 4 centimetre opening and rang the ambulance at once; the birth had begun.

Kathleen was wheeled into the ward at 10:00, I came shortly after. The birth was hectic, even frightening, for me at least and by 15:35 the baby, a girl, was delivered without complications.

That evening I drove back to Kathleen's house and let myself in. It was strange to be there without her so I sat by the telephone and rang my mother with the news. As I spoke I heard the front door opening; it was Lydia. She came in quietly and sat beside me as I explained everything that had happened and when I was finished and had hung up the phone she threw her arms around me in a tearful embrace.

Three days later Kathleen discharged herself and I took her and the baby back to my parents in Yorkshire. On a Sunday the family gathered and we had a quiet christening. Kathleen asked me to be Godfather to baby Elisabeth.

Kathleen and I were alone together several times in the 2 months that followed. There was no lovemaking; we were busy emptying her house in Bristol so it could be sold. When the furniture was gone and the house put on the market we camped out next door at Lydia's. The four of us got on well but all the while we were together the question of Kathleen's sexuality and her fear of being spoiled by giving birth hung over us like a dark cloud.

On the last evening of our last visit to Lydia's I could sense something was going on between those two and sure enough Lydia disappeared, supposedly called out to night duty. Elisabeth was well fed, changed and fast asleep and we were alone.

I was in the bath when Lydia left and soon after Kathleen came to see me. Carrying a candle she came in and switched off the light. I watched as she peeled off her dressing gown and showed herself to me. She had thrown herself into her training routine soon after the birth and, apart from her lactating breasts, she showed no sign of having been pregnant.

"It's time," she said simply.

"It's time to check if everything is as it should be."

She knelt beside the bath and reached for my penis. Taking him firmly she rolled the foreskin gently backwards and forwards. I hadn't had an orgasm in two months and she quickly provoked a throbbing erection.

"Everything is as it should be with him I see. Get out."

"Get out and lay on the floor."

She reached for a big bath towel and spread it on the floor and motioned for me to lie down. As always she was brutally straightforward and to the point; 

"Darling, you must tell the truth, I don't want you to do me any favours, just tell me if it is as good as before." 

I searched for something to say but could only watch with growing desire as she knelt astride my body and reaching for my penis sat herself carefully down astride me. It was glorious!

I began to speak, I searched for superlatives but she hushed me.

"No platitudes now; we will do this scientifically."

She raised herself until my penis was almost falling out of her then lowered herself gently. She repeated the motion with a bit more confidence and I for one was carried away with lust. She continued moving, slowly gathering pace and I was aware that she was quietly counting. The feeling was extraordinarily good, it was too much, too intense; she hadn't repeated the movement more than fifteen times before I came with a heavy orgasm. 

She quizzed me anxiously;

"Was that as good as before I gave birth?"

"Honestly Kathleen, it couldn't be better; It was so intense that I just couldn't last any longer!"

She wasn't fully convinced and quizzed me further;

"Was it good because you haven't had any sex these last two months?"

I answered that there was only one way to find out and she laughed again;

"That's a good idea darling; I have something more to show you."

That "something more" she had to show me was the most intense missionary position loving we had ever shared and in typical Kathleen style her loving was both intimate and instructive. Laying over her, held firmly between her lovely thighs as her heels beat in time against my back and showered with the warmest of French kisses I soon couldn't keep going much longer and came a second time. 

"But Kathleen, was it as good for you as it was before?"

She actually blushed and looked away before answering quietly;

"I was more concerned about finding out how you felt but yes I think it was as good. Perhaps we'd better try again to make sure?" 

She spread her thighs and pulled me impatiently to her;

"Lift me. Put your arms behind my knees and lift me. I am fully open to you then and my clitoris is fully exposed to your crotch rubbing me."

I lifted her carefully and watched as she reached with both hands to open her sex and guide me in. Her instruction continued in time with her increasing desire.

"That's good, bump me with your pubic bone every time you thrust. Faster now, keep going; and now short gentle strokes, just wait, gently now; I am almost there; are you ready? Then quickly now, bump me as fast as you can!"

Our lovemaking continued in bed and was tempered by regret and the pain of our impending farewell and at one point brought abruptly to a halt as Elisabeth woke for her midnight feed. I brought Kathleen tea as she nursed her and watched fascinated as she moved her from the one breast to the other until the baby couldn't take any more. She smiled as Elisabeth slept on her breast and grinning slyly asked me if I knew what we had forgotten. I puzzled for a while as she put Elisabeth back in her cot and had to admit that I couldn't remember what if anything I had forgotten.

She dimmed the lights and climbed back into bed beside me. Cuddling up to me she explained;

"We haven't used contraception! I should have bought condoms for you but it never crossed my mind. I wonder if you have made me pregnant?"

Kathleen wasn't pregnant though; of course she knew that; typically for her she was having fun at my expense. 

Kathleen's flight to South Africa was the following day and Lydia would take them to the airport. 

Our parting was intensely painful. When the time came and I had to leave her there at Lydia's house the shortfall of my eighteen years left me unable to cope with the sorrow. Kathleen couldn't bear to see my tears of grief and I was comforted by Lydia's embrace. With a tearful Kathleen waving from the window I finally left for the long trip home. 

Footnote:

I never met my sister Kathleen again. However, we maintained a life-long correspondence and I treasure her hand written letters. She died in 2009 aged 79 having taken her Doctorate and achieving the title professor in English Literature at her university in South Africa. 

Elisabeth, my goddaughter and now a successful author, found my letters to Kathleen as well as Kathleen's diaries when going through her things at the university after her death. Elisabeth asked if I could I let her have the letters I had received from Kathleen? I was reluctant to do that as my brother was still alive and we agreed she could have the originals when he died. After his death in 2012 I sent copies of all Kathleen's letters to Elisabeth as I couldn't bear to part with the originals that are the last tangible remains of her presence. Elisabeth has begun a book project based around our correspondence and was grateful for my assurance that she would receive the originals upon my death.

YorkshireDalesman 

25.09.2015



My Pregnant Sister in Law



"It's ok you know. I find your nervousness stimulating," she said.

We looked at each other, she smiled; my gaze dropped repeatedly to the swell of her breasts and the fullness of her bra and I blushed with embarrassment. She pulled me gently to her and planted a kiss on my mouth. 

"Do you like what you see?" 

I stuttered a cautious "yes" and she pulled me down to her mouth again. My arms hung awkwardly by my side; I knew I was trembling like a leaf and she couldn't help but feel it as she embraced me. 

"Let's kiss" she whispered and pulled me closer.

"You can hug me as well, you know" 

I leant on the edge of the bed, the one hand on her shoulder and clumsily returned her kisses. I dared to open my mouth and our teeth clashed.

"No, no, not so much" she said "Try like this."

And she opened her mouth a little and gently slid out her tongue to meet mine. I gasped involuntarily and worked my tongue against hers.

"Easy, easy, easy" she whispered.

"Not so frantically. Caress slowly and gently. Enjoy my mouth; savour the taste of my tongue." 

Grateful for her guidance I returned her wonderful kisses. My hand slid over her shoulders and smoothed repeatedly over her warm back.

"That's nice darling but that strap is in the way," she said." I think you should undo it."

After years of trying it on with all sorts of girls I was an expert at undoing bra straps surreptitiously and I quickly released it. 

"Well done" she said, I see you have done that before" 

She lifted herself up on one elbow to free the strap she was lying on and on and pulled it free. Laying back she lifted the bra away from the swell of her breasts and I gasped at the sight. Her lovely round breasts, ivory white and crossed by blue veins hung heavily against her ribs. The curve of each breast hanging together formed a deep cleavage and her thick nipples stood erect and firm. Had I caused that? I reached out and squeezed her breast and she winced.

"Oh, be careful sweetie. Let me tell you about breasts." 

Nonplussed, I sat back on my heels.

"I didn't mean to criticise you Peter but let me explain. You should never push a lady's breasts downwards darling. You must always stroke upwards. Look, do it like this." 

She took my hand and placing it on the tender smooth skin of her ribs moved it up until it was tight under her breast.

"Now, move up under the curve of my breast and cradle the whole of it in your hand, lift it gently. The breast Is soft and super sensitive, hold it in your hand, be gentle, don't squeeze. But at the same time my nipples like firm treatment. Roll them between finger and thumb or if you want, bite them gently. That does the trick."

I repeated the movement exactly as she'd said and heard to my delight that her breath was ragged now. I stroked upwards with both hands and lifting and stoking gathered both breasts together and buried my face in her cleavage. Remembering what she'd said I took her nipples one after the other in my mouth and began kissing, sucking and gently biting. Her breath gusted in my ear; I couldn't believe it. She liked what I was doing and I sucked and tweaked as she wriggled contentedly against the mattress and sighed; 

"That is lovely! If you let me tell you what I like then we will have a very successful day." 

I felt her hand slide over my belly and down in my jeans. I lifted myself from the edge of the mattress and shuffled closer so she could reach. She fiddled with the buttons for a while before giving up. 

"Help me here" she said. Why don't you just take them off? 

I struggled to take off my jeans before she could change her mind and was soon kneeling before her with my erection standing to attention. She reached out and grasped my cock and I flinched at the intensity of her hand on me. 

"My, my," she said," That's a lovely solid cock you've got there." 

"Solid?" I said. 

"Yes, solid," she replied "but don't worry, that's a good thing, in fact it's very good." 

She moved her hand and grasped me firmly by the base of my straining shaft.

"I can tell he likes that, I can feel him swelling," she said and giggled. "He's about 6 inches long I'd say, but I don't have a tape measure." 

She laughed again; "Look, there's a good length of him sticking out from beyond my hand but darling, and this is the good thing; I cannot grasp around him." 

She moved her fingers taking a new grip and trying to bring her fingertips together with the tip of her thumb. 

"Yes he's really solid."

I was in ecstasy! Was i dreaming? No, it was broad daylight, and a grown woman was squeezing, pulling and rubbing my cock and she was not only willing but was intent on carrying the experience further, hadn't she said we had all the time in the world? But then she stopped.

"Peter, I need to ask you something before we continue; I don't want you to get hurt, but I need to be sure of one thing; are you strong enough for this? And by that I don't mean can you manage to push this here thing into me." 

She pulled playfully on my cock again. 

"I mean afterwards" and she paused for it to sink in. 

"I don't want you to come quickly inside me and then run off in a fit of remorse and guilt. This is the life your brother and I lead. He has occasional flings and encourages me to do the same but I never have, yet." 

I was desperate for her to continue and I tried to piece together some coherent statement that would reassure her but could only nod and say that it was ok and I wanted to help her.

"But why me?" I asked. 

That question seemed to confirm something for her and she drew me to her in a long warm hug and between kisses she whispered;

"Because I've known you all your life, you're like a younger brother to me. I've seen you grow up and not least you came along at my time of need. I want to keep it in the family and that in itself will guarantee your silence." 

We held the embrace for a good while until she whispered,

"But remember, I am in charge" 

She pushed me gently away so she could grasp my cock again.

"And being in charge is a real turn on for me. But what's a real turn on for you my darling?" 

And before I could think I replied; "A girl who would suck me off" 

She laughed loudly and exclaimed,

"Oh that hurt! I had hoped you would say "The thought of making love to my sister."

I didn't know what to say, had I spoilt it all? But her banter gave no sign that she was offended; on the contrary she laughed all the more. 

"So" she said with an amused smile, "So, getting sucked off is your highest sexual ambition? Well, we'll have to see if we can change your mind." 

Her knowing laughter, her warm embraces, the movements of her hand on my cock and the open and frank discussions of the last hour had made my orgasm imminent and she seemed to sense that and pulled me towards her and quickly took my cock in her mouth. While sucking gently she slowly rolled back my foreskin gradually exposing the head of my cock to her tongue and the warmth and stimulation intensified: She bobbed her head several times and I watched fascinated as her cheek bulged with each movement. I couldn't believe the intensity of feeling in my cock and I was desperate for her to continue. 

She took her mouth away briefly and asked again, slyly.

"What did you say was a real turn on?"

I answered quickly;

"The thought of making love to my sister," and she chuckled contentedly.

"That's better! I intend teaching you all about that."

And saying that she took my cock back in her mouth. She bobbed her head again and I watched fascinated again as first the one cheek then the other bulged with her vigorous movements only to be followed by quieter suckling as she, deliberately prolonging the exquisite torture, held me in ecstatic suspense with my cock gripped softly between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. I could feel my orgasm building and stammered a warning. She stifled a laugh and began a series of deliberately fierce bobbing movements while all the while sucking strongly until suddenly I came violently. I could hear her sucking and swallowing until I was finished and eventually she let my now softening cock slip out of her mouth. I sat down on the bed in a daze of orgasmic bliss. 

"I can see you liked that," she said, "Are you ok?" 

I could only answer that it was wonderful, amazing, nothing could be better than that.

"Thank you Kathleen thank you."

"You're welcome" she said and she lifted the covers and pulled me to her.

"But," she whispered "you're wrong you know." "There is more to come, and it's even better than this. Now, kiss me some more."

We lay and embraced contentedly, I stroked and kissed her body and she murmured small instructions and requests until after a while my cock began to return to his former glory. That seemed to galvanise her into action;

"Oh no young man, not yet. Breakfast first!" She commanded; "I want tea and toast in bed. You go and fix it" 

I rolled out of bed reluctantly and found my trousers. 

"I won't be long; I must go to the toilet first."

"No," she said urgently, "please don't, you must wait."

Ignoring my questions she shushed me to silence.

"I will explain later." 

Mystified I went down stairs made breakfast. I heard her moving about upstairs and the toilet flushed. I was hungry and I would have otherwise gone to the toilet too and as I carried the breakfast tray up the stairs I realised I had an early morning piss hard on. 

Out of habit I knocked at her door and she laughed.

"Come in, come in, and don't be so formal, we have been introduced." 

She had pulled the mattress and the covers off the bed while I was downstairs and having dragged them to the middle of the floor lay back on the cushions like some eastern potentate.

"That bed's too soft for an encore, and it squeaks terribly."

She laughed and poured the tea.

"Take your things off; I'm naked why aren't you?" 

I undressed and standing in the middle of the floor studied her body. The bump was getting bigger by the day but it needed no imagination to see how fabulously slim and big breasted she had been before her pregnancy. 

"At forty three I think I can still tolerate the light of day" she said, "why not open the curtains?" 

Opening them I turned and saw her half sitting half lying and propped up by the cushions and pillows; her breasts lay gracefully on top of the bump, beneath which I could see a heavy mat of dark pubic hair. My cock, already half erect began to stir again. She put down her cup of tea and slid herself down until she lay in the patch of sunlight on the mattress.

"Come and help me with this pillow." 

I knelt down beside and took the pillow. 

"Pop it under the small of my back, I need a little support." 

She squirmed awkwardly while trying to lift her bottom and her heels slipped on the sheets so I slipped my arms under her and lifting her easily, pushed the pillow in place. She sighed as I lay her down again and she opened her arms to me.

"I love being lifted! It really does things for me, oh quickly, come down here and kiss me again.".

We embraced there in the sunlight and I basked in the warmth of her body and her delicious smoothness.

"Good god Kathleen!" I said, "I could eat you" and meant it.

"I intend teaching you that as well," she replied. 

This was a heavenly mixture of lust and intimacy that I had never thought possible and we continued exploring each other's body until she broke our kissing at last. Holding me close she began to whisper in my ear and I was surprised by her sudden bashfulness; 

"Could you stroke me down there? Stroke my fanny I mean."

I felt a great wave of lust over me. I let my hand travel down over her stomach until it rested on her thick mat of pubic hair.

"Cup your hand" she said "Cup your hand and place it over my mound."

I covered her mound easily and felt her trembling against me. 

"Hold round the mound firmly and shake her from side to side with your hand. Yes, that's right, now grind your hand on me."

I pressed firmly and shook the handful of her sex from side to side and she groaned lustily;

"Oh that's lovely, that's grinding my lady penis even though she's nicely protected."

I wondered why it was better protected, surely the more direct and the more intense the better? But she was obviously enjoying it and we lay for a good while as I followed her instructions. Her hips rose and fell with the waves of pleasure and she exclaimed;

"Oh this is good darling, I know you're going to do as I ask and you're getting me so horny. Take your middle finger and go inside me now." 

I relaxed my hand and let my finger burrow amongst the hair and her firm and swollen lips until suddenly parting them it sank into a slippery pool of warmth and she gasped. 

"Oh that's nice, it's been so long. Go further in darling but slowly and we'll see if she can accommodate visitors." 

I moved further down beside her body and let my finger slide slowly into her. 

"Stay still sweetie; let me get used to this." 

I lay there and drank in the sight of her engorged breasts, the nipples swollen and erect over her lovely pregnant belly and further down the thick black triangle of course curly hair and my hand, pressed hard against the lips of her sex already moist and running from her juices. 

"Take your finger out, slowly. Now, can you try again, this time with two?" 

I entered her gently. My fingers parting the swollen lips met an increasing flood of moisture but despite that her vagina was tighter now and only reluctantly opened to enable my fingers to enter. 

"Stop" She whispered. 

I lay motionless, holding my fingers in against the pressure as her vagina gripped me. 

"I'm out of practice," she said. 

I felt her shuffling her bottom as she slid herself slowly down the bed and towards my hand. She tipped her pelvis first one way and then the other and my fingers slid slowly deeper into her sex. 

"Oh that's lovely, oh that's so good. This bodes well for a successful fuck" and she giggled as she said that. 

"Can you finger me? Bend your fingers gently, as if beckoning to someone." 

I moved my fingers gently and she groaned;

"There on the front wall of my fanny, can you feel a rough patch?" 

I explored willingly, bending and flexing my fingers until she gasped with delight.

"Yes! That's the spot, now finger me" and she growled as I tenderly stroked her again and again. 

Her breathing was patchy now, just coming in short gasping bursts that followed the movement of my fingers in her vagina. Her hand slid slowly down to the bulk of her mound and she began rubbing herself vigorously. A change came over her. She was no longer warm and languid but as intense as a coiled spring. Her arm was moving quickly and I fingered her again and again and her utterances came quicker and quicker until she gave a high screech and her arm froze and she fell back on the cushions. In the silence that followed I heard a soft squirting sound and as her vagina pulsated around my fingers a wave of moisture trickled over my hand. 

"Enough" she said with a great sigh and I took my hand gently away from her fanny and pulling the blanket over us held her close. 

When she came to she held me tight and kissed my neck. 

"That was gorgeous! You are so clever at doing what I say. Bear with me a while longer then I'll give you your heart's desire but first... First I have to investigate my waterworks. I am going to be selfish now; I'm finally going to dare." 

She pushed me away.

"I want you to Lie down, lie down and get comfy; I am going to try now! I am going to see if I can take your cock inside me" and she laughed, "And then we are going to fuck!" 

I could feel my cock throbbing. I had had an erection of sorts while concentrating on her instructions and fingering her fanny but now the realisation of what she was going to do caused him to rise from my belly.

"I can see your heart beating" she said and so she could, my cock moved a little with every heartbeat. She grasped him and slowly pulled at him as if fascinated by the foreskin rolling back and revealing the bulging purple head and she said thoughtfully: 

"Just think, that's going all the way inside me soon."

My back arched as I involuntarily pressed my cock against her soft hand, desperate for her to continue wanking me and she seemed to gather her thoughts; 

"Ok, It's now or never but please darling; no thrusting! No matter how nice it feels, let me do all the moving" she said and slid her leg over my thighs. 

"But the baby Kathleen; It won't hurt the baby will it?"

No darling, I'm so far along now that the baby is quite safe. Don't worry, I'll be careful."

As she leant forward over me her pregnant belly hid my cock from her sight and she had to reach around behind her back to find him. I could feel her grasping me as she struggled to align me with the entrance to her vagina. My cock head slid backwards and forwards along her moist lips and I groaned involuntarily, the feeling was so intense as to be almost painful; 

"Sorry darling, we'll soon be there, I have just got to find the place" 

She raised herself slightly, leaned forward, then backwards all the while moving searching until she found just the right place, she sighed loudly and as she settled down slightly and the feeling in my cock head was suddenly exquisite. But I wanted more. I wanted desperately to be deep in her fanny, to sink my aching cock into her slippery depths and had to fight the urge to thrust wildly.

"Oh!" she exclaimed as she hovered over me. "Oh" she said again, "There he is. He's found the way in." 

I could feel the head of my cock was embraced by the tight ring of her vagina, I was almost in! She settled herself carefully over me and I could feel a slight movement around my cock head, it was more a jiggling than a thrust and I saw that her breasts wobbled slightly as she gently bobbed up and down over my cock and with the smallest of movements slid him gradually further and further past the reluctantly widening entrance to her vagina. 

"It's going to work" she gasped. You are almost there darling, just be patient" 

She continued her movements until at last she sat motionless and silent. Her eyes were shut tight and she bit her bottom lip. I was inside her, I was deep inside my sister, inside a warm and very willing fanny at last and she was sitting with all her weight over my cock and I was at last fully inside her. She sat there flat over my crotch with her hands on her thighs completely lost in her own experience. 

"I'm all the way inside you Kathleen, it's heavenly." 

She woke from her reverie and looked me straight in the eye. 

"Yes you are! We've done it! It's a very tight fit but she likes it, but how do you feel sweetie? Shall I make it much nicer for us? 

She grinned and lent forward to kiss me and my cock slid almost all the way out of her vagina until I felt it was only the tight opening that gripped the very end of my cock head and i pleaded with her,

"Please Kathleen! No further or he'll fall out!" She sat back up again and as she did my cock slid back in her again. 

"You're sliding nicely my darling. You're deep in my fanny now. It's soft and tight but when I sit down on you, can you feel a lump? That's my cervix, that's the entrance to my womb."

She sat heavily, ground her crotch against mine and the lump nudged the head of my cock and she took a sharp intake of breath. 

"You're bottoming me out now, you're bottoming me out and there's no more room." 

"Is that nice for you" I asked "Is that where it's most sensitive?"

"Well yes and no. It's a heavy feeling, very intense and satisfying but if you thrust violently you could really hurt me. But see how this feels,"




My Pregnant Sister in Law



She took on a concentrated frown and I felt a slight fluttering around the head of my cock as if tiny tongues were rippling along my shaft. I gasped with delight. 

"Are you doing that deliberately?" I asked and she smiled. 

"She's trying to make you come." 

She laughed and I could feel her laughter rippling through her body.

"You'll like it even more if I cough" she said and coughed several times I felt her cervix stamp down on my cockhead. 

We laughed quietly and joked for a while; I stroked her gorgeous breasts and she moved around on my cock as if to reassure herself that all was well until finally it seemed that she was sure.

"Let me fuck you Peter." 

She held my gaze as she lifted and sank herself over me. She studied me all the while checking for my reaction. 

"Your cock is sliding nicely in my cunt Peter" and she flashed a sudden coquet; Goodness! Do you use that word or is "Cunt" too rude? Or do you like "fanny" or "vagina"? What do you like my darling? Do you have fantasies when you wank off? 

I grinned in embarrassment, I think I nodded to confirm that I had fantasies and tried to say that no fantasy could match this and she replied;

"I will tell you mine if you tell me yours" and laughed again before continuing;

"Is that nice for you or shall I go faster? 

Hearing no answer she moved quicker and began a rhythmic rise and fall over me. I sensed soon that it was as much for her sake as mine. Swinging herself forward on the down stroke she pressed her clitoris against my pubic bone and dragged it over my hairy crotch as she rose again. Her breasts bounced wildly as she moved and I reached for them holding them, massaging them and firmly pulling her nipples. I could see she was lost in her own enjoyment now. Head thrown back she uttered small groans and yelps in time with her movements and I felt a sudden run of wetness on my arm; she was lactating! She was dribbling milk over my forearms and chest as she pleasured herself, bouncing and grinding again and again until with a final cry she was captured by her orgasm. She sat for a while as if frozen, head thrown back and muttering quietly until her head fell slowly to her chest and she sank gradually forward into my arms. As I held her she trembled slightly as if cold and as she rolled off me and onto the mattress I followed after and pulled the blanket over us. 

She slept quietly in my arms for a good fifteen minutes but I could only lay uncomfortably beside her; I was in pain, my balls were hard and swollen and I wanted desperately to both piss and come and when she, waking, turned into my arms and reached for my cock, I groaned in agony as she grasped me.

Her eyes flew open, "Are you ok darling?" 

She was mortified when I explained. "Oh my god, I am so sorry darling, you must run to the toilet now."

She rose awkwardly from the mattress and following slowly, entered the bathroom after me. She draped her arm over my shoulder and reassured me that everything would be ok.

"You must think me so selfish; It's an old trick, using an early morning piss hard on for making love, The feelings get in the way of a man's orgasm and he can last forever." 

She hugged me reassuringly; 

"I wanted to be sure that you couldn't come inside me while we were finding out if there was room for him and when there was room, and I started bouncing on you, it was so good that I forgot that I had forbidden you to go to the toilet."

She had reached for me and had held my cock while I pissed and now after shaking him dry she began wanking me. He responded quickly and she pushed between me and the toilet and sat down. Her streams of urine splashed in the bowl and my cock throbbed to the sound.

"Oh he's back darling and he's very welcome to try again; Hand me some paper." 

Carrying a small towel she led me back to her bedroom. She fetched a small hand mirror from the dressing table and sat carefully on the mattress. 

"Come here darling and I'll make up for your discomfort."

And pulling me down beside her planted a long dreamy kiss on my mouth before turning away from me and onto her hands and knees. She looked back over her shoulder and grinned cheekily; 

"Find a cushion for me darling, I need some support."

I pushed the cushion under her and she placed it between her belly and her breasts. She collapsed gently onto the cushion and lay with her cheek on the mattress. She slowly parted her legs and I could see the lips of her sex part slightly and I began to tremble in anticipation.

"Spread the towel between my knees" she said, "We'll need it later."

I spread the towel between her knees and taking my time stroked between her thighs and leaning close, i studied her fanny. She took the mirror and after much trial and error found a place from which she could see into her half open sex.

"She's very juicy now darling. Open her, part her lips so you can see."

I reached gently and parted the lips of her sex. They were swollen and firm and the hair was slick and plastered with her juices.

"Oh it's nice seeing your hands on my fanny; let me see a finger stroking her"

I moved my finger amongst the glistening folds and exposed her erect clitoris.

"There she is; my clitoris. You can stroke around her but not directly on her."

I continued stroking, circling her clitoris while she studied my explorations through the hand mirror.

"Let me see your fingers going into me."

I sank my two fingers into her sex and rubbed the wall of vagina and she groaned again.

"Enough darling; She is more than ready; don't you want to fuck me now?"

I answered confidently because I knew she wanted it to happen.

"Yes, I want to fuck you so much." 

She had reached under her belly with her other hand and I saw two fingers sliding across her fanny. She parted the hairy lips fully exposing the slippery heaven inside and I groaned involuntarily. 

"Then push your big cock in here" she said. 

I shuffled forward on my knees. The head of my cock was inflamed and a bright purple, the veins stood out along my shaft and I approached her gash slowly.

"Careful now, slide him along my fanny and get him nice and wet" 

I didn't need to hold him, he was straining towards her. I leant forward and let him slide along her moistness and gasped again at the intense pleasure. I felt her fingers grasp me briefly as she held me against her clitoris. I bumped several times before pulling back and she gasped quietly. She adjusted the mirror. 

"Go slowly now, I want to watch you disappearing inside me." 

So I carefully placed the head of my cock against her opening. There was a brief resistance as I entered her then just pure ecstasy as I pushed him slowly in. She sighed loudly;

"Stop there darling. Take him out again."

I withdrew slowly. The feeling coming out was just as intense as when going in and her fanny gripped me tightly.

She moved the mirror to a different angle.

"And now back in again."

And as she sighed I heard her whisper, 

"Oh it's so very dirty watching you enter me."

And I moved back inside until I was pressed tightly against her upturned bottom. 

The feeling was beyond description and I moved slowly inside her. Somewhere in the back regions of my mind I was thankful she'd forbidden me a toilet visit earlier and I realised I'd never have managed to last so long the first time without that deadening "need to piss" feeling. But now this was no "piss hard on" and I felt every irregularity, every ripple and every soft movement in her fanny. I couldn't last another minute and had to stop before I came. She asked me anxiously if I was ok and I could barely answer; 

"It's so lovely, I want it to last."

"Think only of yourself this time" she said. "You don't need pull out. Remember, you can't make me pregnant" and again I felt her laughter rippling through her fanny and pulsing around my cock.

I was fucking my sister and that thought and the friction on my cock was such that I had to stop frequently when I felt I was coming but by trial and error I managed to balance on the knife edge of orgasm and thanks to her concern for me I was able to indulge myself without a thought for her pleasure. 

"Don't wait" she said, "just let yourself go darling, we'll have time for another go after this and one more before this evening." 

Her voice was strained and she was talking quicker now. Her frank and dirty talking excited me and I could feel the pressure building.

"We're fucking Doggie style at last" she said. "Come on Peter, shoot your load deep in me. Shoot it all in your big sisters cunt" 

I couldn't stop. Gathering speed I thrust wildly against her upturned bottom and watching my shaft appearing and disappearing in her cunt was the final straw and I came inside her.

"Yes oh yes!" she cried in delight. "You've come inside me at last. Oh, that's so lovely and slippery; don't stop until you are finished." 

Though moving slower now I still pushed into her and she encouraged me to continue. I felt already that I was regaining my erection and began pushing eagerly again. After a while she asked me if I could help her. 

"If you raise yourself up a bit your cock will be stabbing downwards instead of inwards." 

I stretched up on my knees and tried to follow her instructions. It didn't help much and she asked again; 

"See if you can stand up carefully; but don't let him slip out." 

I got carefully to my feet while crouching desperately behind her and continued thrusting. I was standing on the mattress knees bent awkwardly and hovering over her and I steadied myself by holding around her slender waist. The swell of her hips and her round buttocks under my hands thrilled me in a way I had never felt before. She was mine and she was more than willing; I was what she desired and that new and unfamiliar feeling thrilled me more than anything I had known. With this new position I could feel a subtle difference in my cock. She had tilted her bottom up towards my wild thrusts and I was moving deeply in her. But now i was sliding more firmly along the front wall of her vagina and her renewed cries confirmed her pleasure. I was more confident and began thrusting furiously without worrying about hurting the baby. She was enjoying this and rubbing herself and I could hear her groans as she occasionally gasped,

"You're bottoming out in my cunt my darling, oh it's wonderful; push harder now." 

And as she rubbed her fingers along the lips of her fanny I felt her fingernails scratching my balls. I thrust franticly, I could feel my balls tightening and I worked for a second orgasm. Occasionally my cock slipped out of her and skidded along the lips of her cunt and grazed her clitoris and I felt her hand there and heard her explosive "Yes, yes" as I thrust in between her guiding fingers, bashing her clitoris again and again before pushing myself back into her and as I searched for my own orgasm, I had to warn her;

"It's coming Kathleen, I'm getting closer" and she replied franticly, encouraging me to push harder. 

"Push hard now, faster, faster...Oh, fuck me like you don't like me." 

Her voice was broken now and she spoke I breathless outbursts;

"Fuck me like it's against my will, fuck your big sister, go on, squirt it all in your big sister, she's coming now." 

And with that she came and I felt her juices soak my groin and I stabbed into her cunt viciously as I came again and again and she, with an agonised groan, froze rigid in orgasm and absorbed shot after shot of my come until at last she collapsed sideways and my cock fell out of her and I fell there beside her in dazed and dizzy orgasm. 

I don't know how long I lay there, I may have dosed a while but I awoke to her calling softly. I looked around and she wasn't there. The sun had moved away from the window and I felt a chill of loss; Where was she? Why had she gone from our love making? I heard her call again and I went out and into the bathroom to find her lying deep in a hot bath. She grinned and beckoned me to her. Her belly rose over the bubbles and her breasts floated buoyantly and I caressed them as I leant over and she planted a lingering kiss on my mouth. 

"How do you feel?" She asked. "How do you feel now I have taken your 18 year old virginity, and you've given me a right royal fucking in the bargain?" 

I was stupidly bashful and proud and preened myself in the waves of her attention. 

"You gave me two orgasms! But be careful now" she said, "pride comes before a fall you know" and we both burst out laughing. She waved a reproachful finger at me and tried to appear strict. 

"You may not manage to satisfy me next time" she said and she laughed at my surprised face.

"Yes, there will be a next time, we have all afternoon. Now, climb in; You can scrub my back."