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Plus-Sized Sister

By: JayLikestoRead



I was a sophomore in college. My computer got a virus, so I took it to be scrubbed. Meanwhile, I had a project for one of my education classes where we had to make stuff with clip art. Luckily, I'd saved most of my work to the cloud. I asked my brother Jeremy if I could use his computer for the evening since he was working, and he said sure. He's a junior at a different college, but we both live at home.

I stuck my flash drive into the port and opened MS Paint. I was ready to navigate to the flash drive to upload the last saved copy of my project, but when I did, it brought up the names of the last files he'd worked on. The third and fourth file names on the list were "Jenna 1" and "Jenna 2." I'm Jenna. In "Jenna 1", he'd taken the ad with the plus-size model from SI's last swimsuit issue, and replaced her face with mine. I was a little unnerved, but she has a body that I wouldn't mind having for my own, so it didn't bother me. I looked at "Jenna 2", and the blood went out of my face. He'd done the same thing with a nude model. I closed the file out and went back to my own project, trying to forget what I'd seen, but planning my revenge.

The next night, Jeremy came into my room and closed the door. "What did you do?" he asked.

I smirked. "Whatever are you talking about, Brother, dear?"

"You know what I mean. My pictures!"

"You mean those pictures of Mom?" I could barely contain my laughter. "Who knew she had such a great body at her age?"

"That's not funny!" Jeremy fumed.

I was laughing out loud. "Yes, it is!" I was doubling over, but I collected myself. "But you've got an awful lot of nerve trying to claim the high ground. What were you doing with my picture? And where did you get it?"

"One of 'em was a picture of you and Gail that you posted on Facebook a few months ago."

"Oh, God," I said. "I knew I shouldn't have made the duck face."

"The other one's your prom picture. I had to scan it in."

"That was the nude, wasn't it?"

"How'd you know?"

"I had bare shoulders. Dad wanted me to wear something more modest." I paused. "So, why'd you do it?"

"Well, I got the idea from the bikini ad. She looks kind of like you," Jeremy said.

"No, she doesn't!" I insisted. "Look at that hair. And she actually looks like she's been outside in the past month." This was in early March.

"I mean, her body. I've only seen you in a bikini a couple times, but your curves look a lot like hers. I couldn't find a picture of you in a bikini, so I made the closest thing I could get."

"That still doesn't answer my question. Why do you have pictures of me in a bikini?"

Jeremy stammered. "'Cause ... you've got a great body?"

I was stunned. "Really?" What was I saying? Brothers are supposed to make fun of you, not tell you you're hot. "And the nude?"

"Same reason."

"Okay, I'll buy that you saw me in a bikini and liked it, but that can't be the same reason for the nude. Unless there's a hole in the bathroom wall." I clutched my stomach. "Oh, God!"

Jeremy put his hand on my shoulder. "No, there's no hole! As far as I know, anyway. I mean, after I made the picture of you with the bikini, I started wondering what you looked like naked, so I looked for a body that seemed plausible."

"Oh, well, I guess that's-you wondered what I look like naked? Agggh! Get out!" He did.

Later that night I took a shower. When I was drying off, I noticed a place on the wall where there'd been a nail a few years ago. We used to have a picture of a seascape there, but it got damaged during a party that our older brother Gary threw, and we never got around to putting anything else up in its place. The hole was tiny, but at the same instant that I put the towel on the rack, I imagined Jeremy and a couple of his friends looking through it. I turned my back to the hole and shook my ass for my imaginary audience. I picked up a toothbrush and deliberately dropped it. "Oops!" I said to no one. With my back to the tub, I bent over and gave the hole a full side view of my tits. Then I got really silly. I said, "I think it's time to shave." I actually had just shaved my pussy a week ago, but I picked up a razor and crouched in front of the hole. I turned the razor backwards and ran the handle between my lips. Then I ran it up the sides as if I were actually shaving. Imagining those guys rubbing their cocks got me turned on for real. I had to sit down, and I put three fingers inside myself. In my fantasy, Jeremy and his friends came into the bathroom and started masturbating while I did the same. They all came. Jeremy came on my cheek, his friend Steve came on my chest, and suddenly the third guy was Gary, coming on my pussy. (Gary is living on his own now.)

I devised a plan, but I needed help. I told my friend Taylor there was a guy I was interested in, but I didn't let on who it was. When I had the house to myself, she came over and took pictures of me in various states of undress. She needed the same favor for another guy, so I did the same. Just for fun, we even set up a picture where we were standing up naked and kissing. I made a mental note that another woman's breasts and pussy felt pretty good against mine, in case I ever got desperate. Hell, I was posing for my brother. Lesbianism would be downright vanilla in comparison.

After Taylor left, I browsed some amateur porn sites and saved a few pictures. I cropped the heads and limbs out of a bunch of them, including my own, and e-mailed them to Jeremy. I wrote, "If you can figure out which one is me, I'll let you see it in person."

Two days later, he called me into his room. He had a picture on his computer of the lower half of a pair of boobs and the uppermost part of someone's pubic hair. "That one," he said.

"Dammit," I said. "How'd you know?"

He pointed to the right side of the picture. "I recognized my calculus book. Now, it's time for show and tell!"

"Just a minute," I said, and I turned to leave the room.

Jeremy grabbed my waist and pulled my shirt out of my jeans. "Oh, no, you don't. You said I could see it!"

I ran out, and Jeremy followed me. As soon as I was in my room, I locked the door. "And you will!" I told him. A few minutes later, I opened the door. I was wearing a bathrobe. I flashed it open for a split-second, showing him everything that was in the picture. I tried to close the door again, but Jeremy pushed forward. I tried to get into the closet, but I tripped and fell onto the bed.

"Ooh, that's even more than you promised!" he said. At that moment, I realized that my ass was exposed. In the next moment, I felt a light spank.

I got up and opened the robe again. This time, I only opened it a little, but I let it stay open. "Is it what you expected?" I asked.

"Better," he said. He tried to reach inside the robe, but I pushed his hand back.

"Uh-uh," I said. He looked dejected for a moment, until I said. "You'll have to earn it."

"How?" he asked.

"I'll let you know," I told him. "Now, get out!"

He did. As soon as he was out the door, I locked it and masturbated furiously as I pictured him trying to remember what he'd just seen. The next day, I saw that he'd sent me an e-mail with an attachment. It was a picture of my picture, but he'd come on it. That night, with everyone home, I walked into his room, closed the door, and flashed him again. This time I kept the robe open for a couple seconds. "Jack off over that, why don'tcha!" I said. He grabbed for my robe. I got away, but not before he opened it long enough to get a longer view.

A couple days later, I got yet another e-mail from Jeremy. This one had several attachments. At first I thought he must have worn himself out, or else he'd been saving the fake pictures and jacking off over them too. Instead, he was turning the tables. This time the earlier picture was embedded, and he wrote, "If you can pick out the one that did this, you'll get it for real."

It was three agonizing days before I had the chance to call him on it. I pointed to the last attachment and said, "This one."

"How'd you figure it out?" he asked.

I pointed to the first one. "Well, that one's a black guy." I pointed to the second. "That guy's wearing women's underwear and his nails are painted, so even if it was right, I didn't want it." For the third, I said, "That one's about two inches long. The last time I flashed you, I could see your bulge, and it's more than adequate. That one's a dildo, so it has to be this one," I said. "Plus, you put the little arrows pointing to it, and you wrote, 'It's this one!' in Comic Sans."

Jeremy had already taken his pants off by now. "What would you have done if it had been the one with the underwear?"

"Ah, who am I kidding? I'd probably let you do it anyway. It's not like this can get any weirder than it already is."

Jeremy had his cock out. "I can't do it if you still have your shirt on," he said.

"Oh, right," I answered. I took my T-shirt off. I was already topless. "Like what you see?"

He was stroking hard. "You have to ask?"

I took my jeans off. I was wearing a purple thong, but I left it on. "You like my body, do you?"

"Fuck, yeah!" Jeremy said. "I'd love to see the sea water dripping off those tits. If size had anything to do with milk production, you could destroy the economy of Wisconsin."

"You know, you have to suck on them to get milk," I said. I held my tits up. He came toward me, but I stopped him. "That's not what you promised."

"Damn it," he said.

"I'll help you, though," I told him. I put my hand around his cock. It had been a couple months since I had any kind of contact with a dick, so I stroked it extra firmly.

"Oh, shit!" he shouted.

"Coming?" I asked.

"Yeah!" I knelt in front of him. He held his cock out and sprayed my tits with his cum.

"What else do you like about my body?" I asked.

"Your hair," he said. "It's long, just like a woman should have." He pulled my hair forward and used it to wipe my tits. "I hear that gives it extra body," he said. "But I absolutely love your hips. The models all look like they choose a bikini bottom small enough to cover them, but your hips are big to fill it in just the right way!"

Jeremy was trying to pull my thong off, but I pushed him back. "What way is that?" I asked.

"It make me want to take it off and fill the space between your legs," Jeremy said. He reached for the thong again, and I pushed him away again.

"You can do that without taking it off, you know," I told him.

He had an agonized look on his face until he realized I meant it. I lay on the bed and spread my legs. He took the rest of his clothes off and got between my legs. I could feel his cock rubbing against each thigh and then in the area at the base of my underwear. He lifted it up and rubbed it over my pussy. My thong covered so little that half my bush was exposed, and I could feel his cock running through it. Soon I could feel the head over my mound and his balls on my perineum. My pussy lips were separating inside the thong. He pulled back again, and shouted, "I can't take it any more!"

I felt his cock head against the hem of my thong, which pushed me over the edge. "Neither can I!" I told him. I reached down to push it off, but he didn't need the help. On his next stroke, his cock got inside the thong and then inside my cunt! "Give it to me!" I grunted. "I want your cock!"

"I want your pussy!" he said.

"Come for me!" I begged. Since I hadn't gotten the thong off, his cock had pushed it to the side. I could feel it brushing against my flesh with every thrust, which turned me on even more.

"I'm coming!" he announced. "I'm coming in your cunt!"

"Pull out," I said. "Come on my stomach, just like the picture!"

Getting out wasn't as easy as getting in because of my thong. He dropped most of his load inside my cunt, but he got out in time to get a couple spurts on my belly, just as I'd asked. We both looked down, and he said, "That is fucking hot!"

"It's also hot fucking," I said. "I want more!"

"But no obstructions this time, right?"

I'd already taken my thong off. "Right!"

I waited for his cock, but he said, "I want to fuck you again, but your pussy's so beautiful, I gotta eat it!"

"If you must, you must," I said. I put my arms back and enjoyed his talented tongue. "Tell me again how beautiful I am."

In between licks up and down and across my cunt lips, he told me, "Your tits are beautiful. So big and so firm. I could just suck on them all night. Your pussy hair is just the length I love, and it's faint enough that I can still see that beautiful cunt through it. Oh, that cunt. It's so fucking gorgeous I wish I could eat it and fuck it at the same time. But those hips! They're so perfectly shaped that I can't help thinking about your pussy even when you're fully clothed." He rubbed my hips while he said this. He also hit a new spot. I started coming on his tongue. "Oh, God," he said. "You even taste delicious. It's like an exotic butter!"

After I came, I played with his cock a little while. I licked his cum off the head, and when it was good and hard, I told him, "Now for that unobstructed access!" He started to get up, but I pushed him onto his back and took him inside me. He kept trying to suck on my tits. I wasn't trying to stop him, but he couldn't quite get his lips to a nipple. He definitely seemed to have a good time in the effort, though. After a few minutes of my bouncing up and down and mashing my crotch against his, he was pointing straight up. The next time I came down, I could tell that his balls were contracting. Soon I felt his second load of the night exploding into my cunt like a geyser.

When we'd both come, I eased myself off. I could feel his still semi-hard cock as it came out of me, and I fed him my tits. My nipples were more sensitive than I ever remembered them being before. Jeremy put one hand on my butt and reached down to finger my pussy at the same time. I wanted his cock again, but he was too spent for that. We decided we wanted to keep doing this.

That was seven months ago. Since then, we've been found a couple opportunities a week to repeat what we did, and we make the most of them. After that night, we used condoms. Either it was too late, or we had a defective one. I've gotten lots of tributes on the amateur site with the nude pictures of my pregnant body. Jeremy and I discussed our options. If we were in love and felt like all the songs on the radio applied to us, we'd do things differently, but we're really just fuck-buddies who have the same last name. I'm giving the baby up for adoption. I've told people it happened at a wild party and I never found out the guy's name. It's not that I'm ashamed of myself for fucking and sucking my brother, but Dad would probably kill Jeremy if he knew.

Plus-Sized Sister Ch. 02-03



I was on Facebook when a chat window opened up. "Hey, BabyDaddy. Come to my room." My sister Jenna and I started fucking three months ago. As luck would have it, I knocked her up the very first time. I say it was the first time because that was the only night we didn't use rubbers, which sucks because it means we were using them for no good reason. (Unless you count STD's, but I already knew I was clean, and she got tested not long after.) We haven't told anyone she's pregnant yet, because we haven't decided what to do. We're not in love, so it's not like I'm aching to hire a skywriter to tell the world about us, but I'm not ashamed of it either. They say the heart wants what it wants, and so does the dick.

Jenna's sexy as hell. Her boobs wouldn't be out of place in a thumbnail for one of those clickbait stories about "77 problems that only large-busted girls have." She doesn't have a centerfold body, because of her hips, but I don't mean that in a bad way at all. Most of those models barely even have hips. When I see a woman like her, the hips are like a sign giving me directions to a playground.

After the first time, we knew we wanted to do it again, but we didn't know when we'd have the chance. As it turns out, a few days later, each of us thought they had the house to themselves. I was heading for the kitchen to get something to eat, and she was headed to her room. She had a top that was kind of low cut, and her boobs swayed when she walked. That would have been a pleasant enough view, but she was coming up from the basement! I stopped in front of the stairs and said, "Nice view!"

Jenna was almost to the top. When she got there, she pointed to a hole in my jeans. "Same here!" she said. We moved away from the door and toward the kitchen. I pinned her against the wall, and our hands were all over each other. I moved down so I could kiss the exposed part of her tits. "Hungry?" she asked with a laugh.

"Not for long, I hope!" I just wanted to suck on her tits a little, but she took her shorts off. Once I understood what she was offering, I took her hand and led her to the sofa in the living room.

As she took her underwear off, she asked, "Where are Mom and Dad?"

"Dad's playing poker, Mom's out with some work friends." I was taking my jeans and underwear off too, since she liked that view.

"When are they coming back?" Jenna asked.

"Dad's usually gone till midnight. Mom's anyone's guess," I told her.

I sat on the couch and tried to get Jenna to lie on my lap, but she resisted. "What if she finds us?" she asked.

"We'll hear the car. There's nothing to worry about. Trust me!"

I know what you're thinking. Jenna had trusted my judgment three nights ago and ended up pregnant. Well, she trusted it again. She sat on the couch and took her shirt off as well. She lay on my lap. It wasn't all that comfortable for me, having her lie on my hard cock, and I doubt it was much better for her. I ignored it, though. I rubbed her thighs with my right hand and stroked her hair with my left. I lifted her head and moved her hair over her shoulders. "I love your hair," I told her. "It's so long and wavy. You know that picture you made where you put a shell behind you to imitate The Birth of Venus? Well, you're more beautiful than Venus herself."

"Oh, come on," she said.

"Well, that's more about your hips than your hair," I told her, "'cause you've actually got hips, but your hair is what made me think of it."

"In that case, there's something I've always wanted to try. Are you up for it?"

"I've fucked my sister. I think it's safe to say I'm up for anything."

Jenna got up and knelt in front of me and lifted my cock in the air. I was about to ask, "You've never given a blow job?"

Before I could get the words out, she matted her hair on my lap underneath my cock and wrapped it around. She held the end of her hair and moved it back and forth. "Anyone can give a hand job. I've always wanted to give a hair job. How do you like it?"

I was trying not to come too soon, since I was hoping we'd fuck before long. "It's great," I said, "but I'm still hungry!"

I took her hand and moved it away from my cock. We switched places. I started by rubbing her pussy lips. When she opened her thighs more, I moved in and started licking her pussy. She was already moist enough that I could have fucked her right then if we'd wanted to, but I wanted more of that pink delight. I circled her clit and then her pussy. I gently pulled her lips to the right and licked the left flesh, then did the opposite. She put her legs on my shoulders and pulled me in. I got my tongue deep inside her. I could smell her honey goodness, and her heels on my shoulder blades told me I was doing a good job. Soon she told me she was coming. I could already tell, and I licked her fluids up as much as I could. "Fuck me!" she cried. I got up and pointed my cock toward her. "But not here." She got off the couch, and I followed her to her room. As soon as we were in the door, she closed it and said, "So you told me you like my ass."

"Do I!" I exclaimed.

She jumped on her bed and pointed her ass at me. "It's yours!" she said. I came up behind her. I placed my cock under her pussy. "Not that!" she said. "Not without a condom."

"That's not what I was trying to do," I told her. I rubbed the top side of my cock between her pussy lips.

When I put the head between her lips, she said, "I told you, not without a condom."

"I'm not putting it in," I explained. "I'm just getting your natural lube on it."

"Okay," she told me. When I pulled it back, I saw the mix of her cum and my pre-cum. (I remembered this moment after she told me she was pregnant.) She lowered her hips to get her asshole closer to my cock. With her chin on her pillow, she reached behind her to pull on her buttocks. "Ready," she said. It's not a sexy thing to see, but sometimes you have to do unsexy things to do sexy things. It still took a little work to get my cockhead into her ass, but she even enjoyed that.

Once I was securely inside and had made a few thrusts, I told her to sit up straight, which she did. I reached around and started caressing her breasts. "As much as I love your pussy, it may actually be the least sexy part of you," I told her.

"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked.

"Well, it's nice enough to look at, but I'm a guy. There aren't many pussies I wouldn't like to look at. Now, your pussy hair is incredible. I've already told you how hot your hips are. The best way to tell you how hot your pussy hair and your hips are is to say that they really make me want your pussy. You know I love your tits." I was still caressing them, but now I was focusing on the nipples. "I never really noticed your ass till the other night, but you can tell right now how much I like it."

"I sure can. Fuck me harder!"

In telling her how hot all her body parts were, I hadn't kept up the pace. I started fucking her harder, and she shoved her hips back to meet each thrust. "Oh, God, I'm gonna come!" I told her.

"Give it to me, Jeremy. Come in my ass!"

I pulled her closer and kissed the side of her neck. I kept my hand firm around her waist as I made one last thrust before I exploded. "Oh, shit," I said.

"Not likely," Jenna assured me. "I showered an hour ago."

"That's good to know," I told her, "but I was just saying, shit, my sister's the best fuck I've ever had." I waited. "And?"

Jenna laughed. I don't know why she laughs so much at our sex play, but I'm pretty sure it's a good thing. "And you're amazing," she said. We eased onto our sides. I resumed playing with her pussy like I had before, but from behind. My cock was getting soft, and she'd lifted her thigh to give my fingers better access. She was bucking her hips, and that got me hard again, hard enough to point forward. I didn't feel it, but apparently it passed over her pussy lips. "Condom!" she shouted. I thought she was telling me to get one, but she got off the bed and walked to her vanity.

"Do you know what a turn-on that is?" I asked.

"What? The fact that I can cover six feet of carpet in two seconds?"

"No, the fact that you have your own supply, instead of depending on the guy to have it."

"Crap. I've only got one left, and it's two months past its expiration date. Looks like I have to depend on my guy after all."

I got off the bed. I stood behind her, kissed her cheek and briefly played with her pussy hair. I think my cock touched her ass again. "Be right back," I promised.

Jenna turned and smiled at me. "You better be!"

While I was looking for my box of Trojans, it dawned on me that Jenna had just called me her guy. When I came back, she was already lying on the bed with her best "come hither" look. Thanks to her hips, even her worst "come hither" look is irresistible. I held up what I had. "I've got two left," I told her.

"We'll only need one tonight," she said. "I pass a drugstore on the way home from campus. I'll pick some up tomorrow." I had already put one on by the time she finished the sentence. She lifted her legs, and I knelt in front of her on the bed. She moved her legs to the sides, and I was able to slide into her pussy with no effort at all. After I'd thrust in and out a few times, she put her arms around my waist. "Harder," she told me. I went harder, and without really trying, I also went deeper. "This is even better than the other night!" she said.

I was going even faster now. "Why's that?"

"Last time was an accident. This time we both knew we wanted it."

"I think we both knew last time," I said.

"Yeah, but I didn't want to admit it." She moved her hands onto my buttocks. "Fuck me harder!"

I didn't think I could fuck her any harder until she told me to. It felt like my entire groin was one flesh with hers. I swore I felt her pubic hairs against mine. I knew it wasn't so, but I wanted to see it. I lifted myself up so I could look at where our bodies met. I couldn't because Jenna's tits are so big. "You are so fucking beautiful," I told her.

"Skip the poetry," she said. "I'm not looking for my next Valentine's Day. I just want your cock in my cunt."

I never thought to ask her whether she was being ironic when she referred to poetry. "I think that's a line in a rap record I heard the other day," I told her.

"Really? I thought it was just a regular song," she said with a laugh, again. This time she sang the same words. She sang, "Skip the poetry," like a heavy metal singer, and the rest of it like a folk singer. Thanks to the folk version, it was my turn to laugh. She put her heels on my ass cheeks again. "I told you to fuck me!"

"Ride's almost over," I told her, and my hips froze in place.

"I can feel you coming," she groaned.

"Really? Did it break?"

"No, Doofus! Just 'cause I can't feel your jizz up against my flesh doesn't mean I can't feel your dick getting full and then emptying itself. It's kinda like your pulse."

Sorry for the digression. Like I said, that was three months ago. Besides the real-life screwing, we also kept e-mailing selfies and computer-generated pictures to each other. (My favorite was when she gave me a twin and we were double-teaming her.) A month ago, I was checking my e-mail when I got a message from her with an attachment. I could tell she'd sent it just then. I wondered what sexy image she'd sent me this time. It was a picture of the stick with the two lines on it. I went to her room and asked, "Are you sure?"

"This is the third one," Jenna said. "They're all the same."

"You know what this means," I said. "Either it happened the very first time, or I'm so cursed that I managed to get you pregnant from anal sex. On the bright side, this could be a huge breakthrough for gay couples."

We were both so spooked by this development that we didn't have sex again until a few days ago. Without belaboring (oops, no pun intended there) the obvious, this could seriously change both of our lives. Hell, I haven't checked the laws in our state. It's possible it could land us both in jail, where, ironically, I'd experience the original love that dare not speak its name.

Anyway, when I saw her chat message, I logged off and went to her room. She was wearing the bottom half of a bikini and nothing else. "What do you think?" she asked.

"I'm hoping no one else is home!" I said.

She shook her head so hard that her tits jiggled too. "We're alone! Now tell me what you think!"

"I think you're sexy as hell." She didn't react. "And I'm ready to fuck again if you are." Still no reaction. "What are you hoping I'll say? Or not say?"

"Do you notice anything?"

"My sister's standing in front of me, almost naked. Uh ... your boobs are a little bigger. Is that it?"

"Not what I meant, but thanks for noticing. And thanks for not noticing anything else. So I'm not showing?" She put her hand on her belly.

"Well, I already know, but if I didn't, I probably wouldn't guess it."

She took her hand off. "Oh, good. So I'm still sexy?"

I put my hand where hers had been. "Even more so," I told her.

"Oh, you're just saying that because it's yours," Jenna insisted.

"No, that would only be true if we were in love," I said. "In fact, when I think about what this is gonna do to my future, it scares the hell out of me. But right now, all it does is make you look like a healthy adult woman instead of one of those gymnasts who look like they stopped developing when they were thirteen. It's like what I said about your hips." I started to unbuckle my pants. "In fact, it has the same effect on me."

"I was hoping you'd say that," Jenna said.

When I was down to my underwear, I walked up to her and put my arms around her. I rubbed her ass through her bikini bottom and told her, "You're even sexier than ever."

"Show, don't tell," she said.

I stepped back. I leaned down, put my hands on her shoulder blades and started sucking on her nipples. "Nothing yet?"

Jenna laughed again. "You mean milk? That's a long way off," she told me. I brought my hands back. I caressed each breast as I licked all around the nipple and areola. I put one hand on her butt while I licked and stroked her breasts and then kissed my way down to her belly. I turned my ear to it. "A few months for that, too," she said.

I put my hands on her belly and rubbed it. "Do you like this?"

"I didn't think I would, but I do," she cooed. I put my hands on the sides of her bikini bottom and started to tug. "I wondered how long it would take you," she said.

I went slowly until I could see her entire pussy as well as some space between the bottom of her pussy and the fabric. During the month without fucking, I'd thought about her tits all the time, but I didn't realize how much I missed her soft, beautiful pussy hair. "Wow," I said, and I licked a line between her cunt lips. "Your pussy doesn't look any different than the last time I ate you in this position, but that tiny bit that your belly's sticking out is just beautiful." I kissed her clit and corrected myself. "No, 'beautiful' doesn't even do it justice. It's awe-inspiring, like the Grand Canyon." I kissed the very bottom of the protruding area. I could feel my cock straining against my underwear.

"I thought you were eating me," Jenna said.

"How's your balance?" I asked.

"Well, I'm not waddling yet, if that's what you mean. But I wouldn't mind lying down."

Jenna lay on her bed, her legs over the edge. She spread them and I went down between them. I licked left, right, up and down and finally in. I pulled out briefly to tell her, "Your little belly is rising and falling while I'm eating you, and it's really turning me on." I stood up and took my underwear off. Then I resumed licking that wonderful entrance. When I touched one particular spot, she closed her legs on me, and I could feel her knees against my ears.

"Eat me, Future Daddy!" she moaned. I reached up and caressed her breasts while I dove as deep as I could into her pussy. I touched another spot, and she raised her legs. Now her heels were on my shoulder. "Oh! Oh, God! Fuck me, Daddy!"

I pulled away and told her, "Don't call me that."

"Not ready?" she asked.

"True, but it's worse than that. When you say 'Daddy,' it makes me think you're, you know, fucking Dad!"

"Oh, God. Never again, I promise!" Jenna said with an embarrassed look. "Now, fuck your pregnant sister!"

Her lips were already separated in anticipation. As I lined my cock up with her cunt, I told her, "You know what's great about fucking when you're pregnant? You can't get pregnant!"

"I know, Jeremy, I know. I was just wondering when you'd--Ooh!" My cock was all the way in, and I'd just raised my hips so that the top of the shaft was rubbing her pubic bone.

"Feels better than latex, doesn't it?" I asked.

"Move back with me," she said. She scooted back on her butt until only her feet weren't on the bed.

I let my cock slip out while she did this and then let her take it in again. "Not that I'm complaining, but what was that about?"

"Hold me closer," Jenna said. I put my arms underneath her and kissed her lips. "Can you still fuck me?"

I thrust in and out a few times. "Yeah."

"Is it hard? Not your dick. I know that's hard! I mean, is it hard to fuck me?"

"It's as easy as it's ever been." I hung my head. "Oh, crap, I didn't mean that the way it sounded."

Jenna laughed. "I know what you meant. Good. I don't know how long it'll be like this."

"It'll be more effort," I told her, "but it's worth it to fuck someone as sexy as you."

"Will I be this sexy a month from now?"

I'd loosened my hold so I could feel her tits moving under me. Jenna moved her heels back over my buttocks. I hesitated for a moment to picture her with a slightly bigger belly, just big enough that no one could mistake her condition. "You won't be less sexy. You'll just be sexy in a new way."

"Oh, yeah. Come for me! Come in my cunt, lover!" she commanded. I sat up straight. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"Since we're not using rubbers, I can watch myself come inside you," I told her.

"In that case, let me get up, too," she said. We sat there, not quite Indian style. She looked down and said, "Damn, I can't see. Guess you'll have to describe it to me."

"Well, I just saw part of the load run through my shaft," I told her.

"Yeah, I saw that."

"Did you feel it when it shot out into you?"

"I practically came from the joy of feeling it again."

"Well, gravity's at work. I can feel some of it flowing back and ... oh, it's coming out of your pussy."

Jenna held me close. "Yeah, I can feel that, too. I missed that."

I thought for a second. "How can you miss it? We've never fucked in this position without a rubber before. Wait, did you fuck someone else?"

"What if I did?" Jenna answered. "We're not in love. But no, I haven't been with anyone else since then. When we did it without protection, I could feel your cum on the outside of my pussy after you pulled out." With that, she reached between us. She found my cock. I thought she was going to stroke it so we could fuck again, but she ran her finger back and forth, first along and around my shaft, then around the circle where it met her pussy. Finally, she got up on her heels and rubbed a little of her perineum. She held her finger up and we licked it together before kissing each other on the mouth. Our tongues met. For all the sucking and fucking we've done in the past few months, we haven't really kissed that much.

"This honey's especially sweet," I told her. "It's only in season for a short time."

"It could be in season for the next six months with a loving touch," Jenna said.

"Hey, I thought we agreed, this isn't love!"

"We're not IN love. But you're my brother. Of course I love you! We just express that love a little more emphatically than most brothers and sisters. And who knows, if you keep saying those nice things about me, maybe I will fall in love with you. Now quit it!"




Plus-Sized Sister Ch. 02-03



Before our parents got home, we talked about our options and other implications. We've already decided that she'll tell people it happened at a wild party. I plan on going to my college's legal aid office to find out what the law is in our state. Even if it's illegal, maybe there's a statute of limitations on it. Until then, we still plan to fuck, fuck and fuck some more. What can we do? When I see a hot babe who likes to fuck, I'm gonna fuck her, even if the hot babe has a babe growing inside of her.



Plus-Sized Sister Ch. 04



AUTHOR'S NOTE: The previous chapters in this series are about an incestuous coupling. I think the readers who liked those chapters will enjoy this, but there's no explicit incestuous content. For those readers who chose this story for the lesbian content, you are advised that it has references to the incest, but no explicit description.

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Jeremy's been working a lot of late shifts since school started up last month. Even though no one except us knows that he's the baby's father, he hasn't shirked responsibility. Mostly that means that he takes me to my doctor appointments when his schedule permits, but he also buys some things I need that are way beyond what you'd expect a brother to buy for his sister. Anyway, those things cost him money, which means he needed extra hours, and those hours mean that we haven't gotten to do much more than say good morning on the way out the door in recent weeks. The next week wasn't looking much better.

Before I got pregnant, I exercised two or three times a week. My obstetrician said it's more than just okay to keep it up; she actively encourages it. The activity fees at my college include use of the gym, so I've been going after class since the start of classes. The shower room at the gym is mainly designed for the benefit of the women's softball team. They have partitions that come up high enough that you can see an average woman's face, a tall woman's entire bust or a short woman's eyes. (As you may have guessed, we don't have a basketball team.) On me, it comes up just above the chin. I was taking a shower after my workout yesterday when I recognized the woman coming in. Gina was in a study group with me during my freshman year. She was always hitting on me, even though I'd made it clear I was only attracted to guys. I turned around to avoid making eye contact. The way I turned, the water rushed directly over my pussy. The sensation reminded me that my pussy hadn't gotten any attention except my own in weeks. I thought about Jeremy and how this all started with a couple weeks of us teasing each other. Part of that was a bunch of pictures that my friend Taylor took for me. I remembered that the last picture was us in a nude kiss. I had made a note as she clicked to take the picture that her breasts and pussy felt pretty good against mine, in case I got desperate. I didn't put these words together, but I thought, "At least you know she'd be willing to give you the attention you want." I pretended I hadn't recognized her earlier and said, "Are you Gina?"

She was looking down, apparently opening a fresh bar of soap. "Yeah. Jenna?"

"Right. You were in my study group for chemistry. How're you doing?"

"Graduating this spring. You?" I forgot Gina was a year ahead of me.

"I'm student teaching next fall and I graduate in May after that. I remember you were always coming onto me."

Gina looked embarrassed. "Yeah, it took me till my freshman year to realize I'm a lesbian. Once I realized I could do what I liked, I went a little crazy. I basically acted the way I'd seen my brother act toward girls when we were in high school."

"Did it ever work?" I asked.

"Work in what way? I picked up a freshman here and there."

"Like me?"

"You mean a straight woman? I had one who was on the fence, but every woman I've been with already had at least an inkling that she liked women." Gina scoffed at herself. "'Every woman.' All four of 'em."

"Did you ever fantasize about it?" Come on, I thought. Give me something to imagine.

"Sure," Gina answered. "I had this one friend, Sherry, whose boyfriend was an asshole. I used to imagine her coming to me all distraught." (Just to make it easy for the reader, I'll explain that Gina went back and forth with a high voice for Sherry and a low voice for herself.) "Oh, Gina, what am I gonna do?" "You'll be okay." "Hold me, Gina." "Whatever you want, Sherry." "Sherry" cried, "Oh, Gina." "Oh, Sherry." Then "Sherry" sounded aroused. "Oh, Gina ..." "Oh, Sherry ..." She had her arms wrapped around herself, acting like they were kissing. "Ohhhh, Giiii-naaaa ..." She acted like she was lifting Sherry over the partition and was lapping her cunt. I stood there mesmerized, soaping my pussy without knowing what I was doing. Gina stopped talking and asked, "Is that what you had in mind?"

There was no point in denying it. "Yeah, kinda." She was looking rather smug. "So, um, would you like to expand your horizons? I'd like to expand mine." Asking the first made it easier for me to say the last part.

"Expand them how?" Gina asked. "Just 'cause I haven't seduced a straight woman doesn't mean I haven't been with one."

"Come over here, and you'll find out," I said.

Gina turned the water off in her stall. She brought her soap with her. When I opened the door to mine, she looked down and said, "Oh, so that's what you meant."

"What did you think I meant?"

She laughed. "I don't know, but for a split second I thought maybe I was going to see one of those chicks with dicks."

"Sorry to disappoint. Is this new ground?" I asked.

"It sure is," she answered.

"What are you waiting for?" I moved to the side to give her room. When she was inside, I closed the door and lathered up her tits and her stomach and gave her the soap. She rubbed my belly and soaped my pussy. I took the soap back to do her tits. I pulled her to me and kissed her on the lips. When we broke the kiss, she did my tits. Then she turned me to the side and aimed the shower head. She rinsed me from my tits to my legs, but she stopped to pay extra attention to my pussy.

"Did you like it?" she asked.

I answered by kissing her again. This time she opened her mouth. I did the same, and our tongues met. "It's nice, but it's not really what I want," I told her. I rinsed her off, but she wasn't really interested in having it linger on her pussy. I stood on my tiptoes and put my hands around her waist.

"What do you want?" Gina asked.

I told her about the pictures, concluding, "Just for fun, we did one picture where we held each other close and kissed."

"You did that," she noted.

"But I liked the way our tits felt against each other. Our pussies too." I pointed to my belly. "And that's not gonna happen with this in the way."

"You're not that big," she said.

"Big enough," I lamented. "The only way this'll work is if we go someplace where we don't have to stand."

Gina got a sparkle in her eye. "Lucky for you, I live on campus, and I've got a private room. Get dressed!"

I turned the water off. We'd hung our clothes on opposite ends of the wall. I toweled off, but instead of putting clothes on, I noticed when Gina was dry. I came up behind her and put my arms around her. I reached down to stroke her pussy. "My hormones are kicking in," I told her.

"Put your clothes on before your hormones get us expelled," Gina said.

We both got dressed, and I followed her to her dorm room. As soon as she closed the door, I put my arms around her, pulled her head down a little and kissed her again. "Here's your chance to make up for how you acted when you were in the study group," I told her.

She pushed me away. "Would you really want someone to have sex with you just because you made them feel obliged?" Then she listened to her own words. "Wait, that's why I stopped dating guys. But my point is the same."

"Are you saying no?" I asked. Damn, pregnancy must have really ruined my body if women who liked diddling other women were trying to talk me out of it.

"I'm saying that's not a good way to ask for it. I'm happy to do this, not just for you, but for myself. You're right, this is a new horizon for me." She pointed to her bed. "Sit with me." We both sat down and took our shoes and socks off. She turned me to the side and lifted my legs until they were over her lap. She started rubbing my heels. "I don't know what else is going on in your life, but I figure if you're having a baby while you're in college, you're probably dealing with some stress."

"I'm doing okay," I told her, "but it's a lot to deal with. This feels good." She moved up to my calves. I let my legs back down and leaned toward her. She did the same, and we kissed again. I put my hand under her shirt and found her spine. I ran my fingers up until I found her bra. I didn't try to unhook it; I just wanted to know where I was. Gina pulled me closer and did the same to me. The difference is, when she got to my bra, I broke away and took my shirt off. She did the same. I got on her lap because of the height difference, and we kissed more deeply. I unbuckled her bra, and Gina shrugged it forward. We each pulled one strap off, revealing the same breasts I'd desired earlier. They're not as big as mine, even before I got pregnant, but they were a nice size, and they were firm. I leaned forward and let Gina do the same to me.

When my bra was off, Gina held me to her, and I felt one of her nipples against the top of my breast. The bottom of her other breast was right over mine. "Is that what you wanted?" she asked.

"For starters," I said. I got off her lap and lay down between her and the wall. Gina got on top of me. I sensed she was a little uncomfortable with my belly between us, but she didn't let on. She lined herself up just right. I put my arms around her again, and this time when we kissed, I could feel both my nipples pressing into her flesh. I could feel one of hers doing the same to me. We moved up and down, making sure we felt each other's nipples all over, and then she stopped. She moved down and started sucking on my left tit. "Come back here," I said. She moved up, and I went madly back and forth between her tits. "So this is what it's like!" I said.

"Being a lesbian?"

"Being a guy." I had my hands on her back, and I started acting the way I usually do when Jeremy and I are fooling around. I moved my hands over her hips to her butt. Gina lifted her hips and unbuckled her jeans. I slipped my hand inside and started rubbing her butt.

"Go ahead," she said. "I know you want to." I pulled my hand back and slipped it inside her panties, feeling her butt directly. She looked at me like I wasn't done. I slipped further down until I found her pussy and tried to play with it, but her jeans were too tight. She got off me and took her jeans off. "What's your next move?" she asked.

"Getting the same treatment," I said. I undid my shorts and tossed them on the floor. Gina lay next to me. She rubbed my tits and then caressed my belly. She slipped her hand under my panties and slowly rubbed my clit. "Oh, yeah," I sighed. "I can do that myself, but it's so much better when someone else does it!"

"I'll bet it's the same with this," Gina said. She slipped her index finger between my pussy lips. She barely got it inside, but she wiggled it up and down, grazing my clit with her thumb when she was near the top.

"It sure is," I said. As much as I liked it, I wanted to try it on her. I put my palm over her pussy and just rubbed it in circles.

"Is that how you like it?" Gina asked.

"Sometimes," I answered. She took her finger out and did the same thing with her palm. "Oh, yesss," I said. She kept doing that, but she put her middle finger down, and now each time she ran her palm over the whole area, her finger separated my lips. After a few strokes, she had her finger inside me. "That's awesome," I told her. "You're stimulating the same spots I like to touch when I do it myself." The next time, she burrowed deeper, which made me fold my legs up. "Damn, I've never had a guy reach that spot!"

"It's the same old story. When you've got the same equipment, you know how to operate someone else's."

"Lemme do it for you," I said. Gina didn't argue. She lay back, and I put my palm over her pussy. I lowered my middle finger like she'd done. Maybe I just hadn't noticed my own body's response, but after a few minutes of doing what she'd done, my finger was covered in moisture.

"What do you want to do next?" Gina asked.

"Well, I really want to get on top of you, but that might be uncomfortable for both of us, so why don't you get on me?" She did. Our tits were barely touching, but we'd already done that, so I didn't mind. She did lean down and kiss my neck. I put my hands on her butt and pushed. I felt her pussy rubbing against mine. "That's what I wanted," I told her. Gina wiggled her hips up and down, back and forth, stimulating me in ways that it had never experienced before, not by my hand, not by fucking, and certainly not by a guy claiming to pleasure me. "Oh, yes, fuck me!" I moaned. Of course, she couldn't literally fuck me, but I could feel the edges of her pussy lips cross mine and sometimes rubbing over my clit, and it was amazing. "Let me try," I said.

Gina rolled off, and I got on top of her. I had to support myself on my elbows, but because of all the intimate friction we'd already shared, it didn't take me much effort to do the same thing for her that she'd done. "Speaking of wishing I were a guy," Gina said.

"You wish I could fuck you?"

"No, I was just noticing your breasts. I can't explain it, but there's something distinctive about pregnancy boobs, and seeing it while you're on top of me is hot as fuck. I don't really wish I were a guy any more than you do, but someday I'd like to have a pregnant wife so I can look at boobs like this." She paused. "So, did you marry him? Engaged? Deadbeat?"

I'd finished that particular act, so I leaned against the wall. I probably wouldn't see her again, but I couldn't take the chance that she'd repeat the truth if I told her. "You were talking about your wild phase? Well, I went to this party and fucked a guy without even getting his name. According to my o.b., that was five and a half months ago." I hated lying, even to someone I didn't like all that much a couple hours earlier. "But I don't wanna talk about that. When spring classes start in January, some couple's gonna have the baby they always wanted."

I looked down and realized there was one thing I still hadn't done. Gina guessed what I was thinking. "You don't have to if you don't want to, but if you do, there's no turning back."

"What's that mean?" I asked.

Gina explained, "There are women who refuse to admit that they're not 100% heterosexual, so even though they've done all the same things you and I just did, they claim they've never had sex with a woman, but once you eat pussy, there's no splitting hairs any more. You've had sex with a woman."

I playfully pushed her onto her back and dove in. "See if I care," I told her. I got between her legs the way I've seen guys do and licked a circle around her clit. I zigzagged my tongue over her cunt lips.

"Is that how you like it?" she asked.

"No one's ever done that particular move on me," I said. "One of my girlfriends told me her guy had done it, and I always thought it would feel good."

"Next time a guy goes down on you, tell him!"

"I will, I will! But now, back to business." I separated her cunt lips and said, "Look at that. I'm splitting hairs after all!" I licked the lowest part of her pussy. Her lips were still separated, so I had no problem licking a line from bottom to top between them. I was ready to probe her inner sanctum with my tongue, but first I moved around so she could do the same to me. My lips were still close together, so when I put my tongue inside Gina's pussy, she ran hers along the ridge.

"It's so exciting having your belly in view while I'm eating you," she said. "Too bad the daddy's not around to enjoy this!" I shrugged my shoulders, and Gina noticed it. "Wait, so someone else has enjoyed the view?"

I didn't want to talk about it, but I lied again. "I just meant, I'll keep that in mind the next time I find a guy who wants to eat me while I'm pregnant. Can we just eat each other, please?"

"You got it, Chief," she said. We both held each other's hips really close so we could go deep into each other's pussies. Her tongue wasn't as long as Jeremy's, but she knew what to do with it. I guess I was a good student, because I was treated to a nice serving of her love juices just as I delivered the same to her. When I'd finished coming, I moved off of her. She sat up, and I joined her. I kissed her again, tasting my juices on her tongue. "Well, how was your first time? Do I get my bonus?"

"Huh?"

"Sorry. There's a long-running joke that gays and lesbians get a toaster or something every time they recruit someone. Are you coming over?"

"Not for good," I said. "But now I understand why guys like girls. Tits and pussies really are fun! But it's like pancakes and waffles. If you really like pancakes, waffles are nice, but they're just not the same."

Gina got up and wrote her number on a Post-It note. "Next time you feel like something different, call me."

"Hey, maybe sometime-"

"No," she said.

"What?"

"No, I won't join you for a threesome. And I won't let your boyfriend watch." She stopped and waited. "You didn't throw it away," she noted.

"Why would I?" I asked. "It's nice to know where the nearest Waffle House is."

I was too sleepy to wait up for Jeremy that night, but the next night I told him, "I traded my red 'B' for pin stripes yesterday."

"What are you talking about?"

"I played for the other team." I told him about my afternoon with Gina. I just told him we were friends; I didn't tell him about the unwelcome advances. I definitely got the cock I'd been craving, but our parents were asleep, so it was muted. The next day, he told me they'd cut his hours back. I didn't pry, but I had a feeling he asked them to. I'm glad either way. I still wish I hadn't gotten pregnant, but going through it together feels a lot better than going solo.



Plus-Sized Sister Ch. 05-06



For the reader's amusement, I offer this line that I added to the previous chapter after publication. Originally, Jenna just says that she got the pancakes she'd been craving. In the edit, she says, "He gave me a massive serving of the pancakes I'd been craving, complete with butter, an apple-flavored whipped cream and three different kinds of syrup. Okay, that metaphor kind of went off the rails. I guess having to eat for two is playing with my mind." And now our feature presentation ...

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THE SITTER

Jenna's seven months along. She took half-semester classes this fall so she wouldn't have to worry about finals when she got close to her due date. This past week was the last week of those classes. As it happens, Mom and Dad went out of town for a wedding. They asked me to stay home as much as I could in case Jenna needed anything. I told them I had to work Saturday, but I'd do what I could the rest of the weekend.

On Friday, I hadn't made any plans beyond staying home and applying to graduate schools. One school in particular had a genetics research project that sounded really interesting. When Jenna came home from classes, her blouse was out of her denim skirt, which is out of character for her. She also looked a little down. Either of these things alone I might not have noticed, but they worried me. In case I was wrong, I just asked, "How's your last day?"

"Okay," she said. "Took my last final, and I think I kept my B."

"What class was this?"

"Prenatal Exercise. It's meant for P.E. majors, but it's open to anyone. Anyway, we all went out to lunch after class and my classmates gave me a gift card."

"Where to?"

"The Hatchery. It's a maternity shop that just opened up at the outlet mall."

"Isn't it a little late for that gift?" I asked.

"You'd think so, but I need some new jeans. My last non-maternity pair just declared open rebellion." As she spoke, she unsnapped her skirt. Her underwear was in good condition, but it was a plain white pair, not like the sexy ones I'd seen her wear before.

She started unbuttoning her blouse. I put my hand on the waistband, toward the right. I joked, "A couple shots at Fort Sumter, huh?"

"I haven't looked good in four score and seven days," Jenna said.

"Says who?" I asked.

"You're just saying that 'cause you wanna get laid," she said.

"Doesn't mean it's not true," I answered.

"So you don't deny it," Jenna said. "Wait, you still want to?" I nodded. She held her blouse open and pushed her belly out. "You want to fuck this?"

"I wasn't thinking about it, but since you asked, hell, yeah!"

She put her head in her hands. "Oh, God, I can't even think about this right now."

I changed the subject. "Fine. What about dinner?"

"Well, there's an ice cream shop in the same mall as the Hatchery."

"Do they have a pickle stand too?" I asked.

"Pickles and ice cream. How original," she said sarcastically. Then she perked up. "I could go for a chili dog, though, and there's a kiosk where they sell hot dogs." She looked at me. "I know that expression. Out with it."

"Never mind. I wanted to make a wiener joke, but I couldn't word it right."

Jenna put her hand on my crotch. "You wanted to feed me a foot-long wiener?" She rubbed my dick. "Covered in man mustard?" I broke up laughing before she could finish saying, "Hoping to slip it between my buns?" I was glad she took her hand off, because I was starting to get aroused.

"I'd relish the opportunity," I said with a smile. Then I added, "Actually, I was wondering if you still had a taste for tacos."

"Only in emergencies, Buddy. I'll get my coat."

"You might wanna put some clothes on, too," I added helpfully. She showed her gratitude by punching my arm.

It wasn't quite supper time. Jenna pointed out what's probably the last surviving video rental place in our area. She still had her membership card. She doesn't like to spend a lot of time on her feet these days, so we stopped by. As soon as we were out of the car, she said, "They don't have an adult section, so don't even ask." I snapped my fingers in mock disappointment. I was serious about doing my applications, so I didn't look for action movies, which is what I usually want for myself. At first I skipped Knocked Up and a couple other pregnancy-themed movies because I figured she was dealing with it enough in reality. It turned out she chose Baby Mama and Junior.

We hid the discs under the passenger seat and continued to the mall. We got there just after five, when there were teen-agers underfoot. I don't feel like I have anything in common with them any more, but when I looked at Jenna, I realized that a year ago at this time she had still been a teen-ager. "Do you wanna eat first or shop first?" I asked.

"Eat. I don't wanna try on clothes and then find out that if I eat something, they don't fit any more." We went to the hot dog stand. She had the chili dog she craved and a Coke. I had a jumbo and a root beer. She pointed at my order and said, "Well, look who's craving a big wiener now!"

"At least this time it's wrapped up," I noted. I looked at her drink and asked, "So, are you gonna celebrate your 21st birthday with a beer next month?"

"That's not funny," she said. A couple walked past us, and I could see the judgment in the woman's face. I'd ruined a milestone birthday for Jenna, and I felt bad enough about it even without being her brother.

We finished our food and found the new store. She tried on one pair of jeans after another and even some other non-jean slacks. "It's no use," she said. I thought she was going to cry. "Lots of things fit, but nothing looks good. I may as well look at shirts." She found one T-shirt that didn't say anything about motherhood. It barely fit. I pointed out the bottles, but she reminded me that Gary's friends are adopting the baby, so she doesn't need those either. She ended up buying twelve bottles of cold soda just to use up the rest of the card.

After we left the store, she said, "I hope you like Mr. Pibb." I thanked her and opened a bottle. I'd just taken my first sip, and she actually did cry. "A $50 gift card, and I can't even find $30 worth of shit."

I held her for a moment. "Time for an early birthday present," I told her. I drove her to the other mall in our town, the one that's not outlet shops. We found one pair of jeans that managed a little bit of slack without relying on an elastic waistband.

When we got home, Jenna put her new jeans on again and showed them to me. "You like 'em?" she asked.

"They look a little tight in the back," I said.

"Good!" she said. She leaned over the dining room table, as much as she could at this point, and added, "That's what I wanted." Then she turned around and grabbed my arms. She pulled my face down closer to hers and whispered, "You didn't have to do that."

"That's about what I would have spent to get you into a regular pair of pants for your birthday if I ..."

"If you hadn't gotten into my pants in the first place?"

I smiled and raised my index finger. "Good one!"

Jenna smiled back for the first time that day. "Thanks, but I was really talking about dinner."

"I hate to tell you this, but I don't get credit for that." I admitted, "Mom gave me money for that. I'm supposed to watch you until they come home."

"Oh, crap. You mean you're--?"

I nodded in mutual embarrassment. "The sitter."

"What else did they tell you to do?"

"Just to give you whatever you want."

At first she didn't say anything. She just pondered the implications. Finally, she managed to start, "Hey ..."

Oh please oh please oh please, I thought. I tried not to betray my hope as I responded, "Yeah?"

She held her stomach out again. "You still want to fuck this?"

"I'd love to, but if I do, no one'll ever hire me as a sitter again!"

She whispered. "It'll just be our little secret."

"Mommy said never to do anything that we have to keep secret!" I waited a beat and asked, "Did I sound eight years old?"

"More like eighteen and retarded."

"That's even creepier, in a way," I said. "Are you as turned on as I am?"

"Even more," she said. "But right now, I just want to relax." She put Baby Mama in the DVD player while I got my laptop and joined her in the living room.

When the first movie was over, Jenna said she was ready. She headed upstairs and turned to go into the bathroom. In the past few months, I'd learned how often pregnant women have to go, so I just figured I'd wait and she'd tell me where she wanted to fuck when she came out. Besides actual babysitting, Jenna's worked in places that deal with kids--Chuck E. Cheese, photographer's assistant--and they visited classrooms in one of her education classes. I saw her working in the photography place once, and she's a natural with kids. When I got to the bathroom, she'd started running a bath. She mimicked a six-year-old's voice as she said, "Can I have a bath before you put me to bed?" She looked at my expression. "Too much?" she asked.

"Not going there," I answered. She turned the water off and pulled up the plunger. "No, no!" I protested. "I just meant I won't pretend you're a kid. If you want a bath, I'm on board!"

Jenna imitated the six-year-old voice again, but this time it was realistic instead of sounding like a cartoon voice actress. "Good," she said, "'cause you're supposed to give me whatever I want." She unzipped my jeans, pulled them down and stroked my dick through my underwear. She hadn't used the toilet at all, so the lid was still down, complete with shag cover. She sat there and took off her shirt and bra. Her bra wasn't a nursing bra, but the clasp was in the front.

"How come only pregnant women get the clasp up front?" I asked rhetorically. "That would be so much better than regular bras with non-pregnant women!" I took my shoes and socks off.

"Because we're trying not to pregnant," she explained. She moved her legs out as far as she could while she unsnapped her jeans. I pulled on the pant legs to get the top of her jeans down to the middle of her thighs. She stood up and took the rest of her clothes off. I whistled. "You don't have to pretend," she said. I stood there. "You really mean it, don't you?"

"Yes," I told her. "Even seven months pregnant, you've got a body that I want to fuck. Hell, you're even sexier now because of your tits!" I took my pants off.

"That part I believe," Jenna said. "Actually, it's the one thing that I like about being pregnant." She lifted one of her tits up and tried to touch her nipple to her tongue. "Nope, still can't do it," she sighed.

I bent down in front of her and said, "That's why I'm here." I lifted her tit up and licked the nipple.

She got up and put her hand on the hand rail inside the tub. "Damn it," she said. "I'm gonna see that rail every day for as long as I live here, and I'm gonna know that Dad put it in so I wouldn't fall when I was pregnant."

When she was seated at the end away from the faucet, I turned the water back on. "Did you have it at the temperature you wanted?" I asked.

"I'd just turned it on, so I don't know." It had run for about half a minute and she said, "A little warmer." I turned the knob from eleven o'clock to ten. After another minute, she said, "That's perfect."

I climbed into the tub with her. I sat in the water and proclaimed, "Oh, no! I forgot to take my underpants off!"

Jenna perked up. "Really?"

I pretended to be embarrassed and covered my crotch with the face cloth. "No. Don't look!" Jenna took the face cloth away. "Oh, no, you can see right through them!"

"Well, then you'll just have to take them off," she said, and she started pulling on the waistband. I held onto the rail and she pulled them down to my feet. "Oh, here's the sausage pizza I ordered," she said. She stroked my cock a few times, and it got hard. "Extra sausage!" I continued to hold on as she kept stroking me. It wasn't long before I came. She held my cock in place long enough for me to get a little cum on her face, but I was so weak that I had to sit down. We could both see my cum splashing into the water.

"Think Mom and Dad would believe it if we said this was how I knocked you up?"

"Not a chance. They have to bug me just to get me to recycle my soda cans. You think they'd believe I reused your bath water?"

"It was worth a try," I said. "Now it's your turn. Turn around." She did, and she sat between my legs. I found the face cloth and soaped it up. I ran it over her tits, spending extra time on the nipples. The way she moved her hips, I could tell she enjoyed it. I did her belly next. I thought I felt something move. "Did it just kick?" I asked.

Jenna didn't even look back. "Please don't get excited. We're not gonna get to know her."

"Her?" I asked.

"Oh, I forgot you didn't go in with me that day. Yeah, it's a girl. Unless they did a bad job with the monitor. Sorry."

"You forgot to tell me. Anyone could do that."

"No, the fact you weren't there to find out for yourself. Remember? You wanted to, but I was afraid you'd give yourself away. Since then, I've seen lots of women at their appointments with someone who's not the father, even a guy. Course, it's usually either her father or a guy who met her after she got pregnant, but the point is, I didn't let you go, and I should have."

I pulled her back and kissed her ear. "Stop beating yourself up," I told her. I think I might have been starting to cry. "It took both of us to get where we are." Then, since I had her right up close, I moved my hand down and started rubbing her pussy. I didn't even make a pretense of cleaning her. I dropped the face cloth and just blatantly ran my fingers in every spot I could get them.

When I got a couple fingers up to the second knuckle, she started moaning, "Oh, Jeremy. Oh, Jeremy." My cock was getting uncomfortable rubbing against her ass.

"Where do you want it?" I asked.

Jenna got up and moved onto all fours. "Any place you can reach," she said. I got out of the tub and closed the bathroom door. "What are you worried about?" she asked. "We've got the house to ourselves, unless Gary makes a surprise visit." She looked back at me. "He's not making a surprise visit, is he?"

"If he does, it'll be a surprise to both of us," I answered. "Put your hands on the edge of the tub." She did. I found her pussy and managed to get my cock inside her. "I wanted the mirror facing us so I can see your beautiful belly and sexy tits while I'm fucking your wonderful cunt," I explained.

Jenna pushed back. "Oh, God," she moaned. "Quit saying all these nice things. Quit doing all these nice things. Quit being so goddamn nice to me!"

I thrust in and out a couple times. "Why? What are you afraid of?" I don't know where that bit of insight came from; it's not like me.

"I'm afraid I'm gonna love you as much as you love me," she said ruefully. I hit a new spot on the side of her walls. This time there was no regret in her voice. "Especially if you keep doing that!"

"What's wrong with that?" I asked.

"You're never gonna see your daughter. You wouldn't even know what I'm having if I hadn't said it by accident, and you can't even admit you're her father if you ever meet her. If I love you, I'll just end up hurting you more. You deserve better."

"Just remember, I'm a sick bastard who made fake porn with pictures of his sister. That alone is probably a crime in some places."

She laughed a little. "Yeah, but I'm even sicker because I liked it."

I thrust harder into her cunt than I'd done with any woman before. "So we're two sick fuckers."

"Two sick fucks who deserve each other," she said.

"I can live with that," I told her. "In fact, you just got my cock to levels of hardness I can't even describe."

"I noticed!" she squealed. "Come for me! Come in my cunt, dear brother!"

I put my hands on her hips to steady myself and had the longest orgasm I've ever experienced. "Oh, God! Oh, Jesus!" I yelled. Jenna ground her ass back into my crotch, and for a moment I couldn't tell where my body ended and hers began.

"Oh, God, I feel it," she said. "I'm coming too!" When we'd both finished coming, we moved back into the tub. I washed her back and the top of her butt. She leaned back and kissed me. "You know what we've never done?" she asked.

"Filthy Ford's Cincinnati Slaw?" I asked.

"What the hell is that?" Jenna asked.

"It's a hot dog I heard about today. I thought it sounded like the most obscure sexual position in the world."

"We've never slept together," she said. "Well, I mean, not since we went camping when I was ten. We've never slept together without three other people sleeping in the same tent with us."

"I like that," I answered. "So, of all the girls I've screwed, you're the last one I would have thought I had to ask ... your place or mine?"

"Yours," Jenna answered. "I don't wanna see all that baby crap while I'm sucking your dick." That brought said dick back to life quickly.

I lifted the plunger. We got out of the tub and dried each other off with towels that were already on the rack. We both took longer than was really necessary, but neither of us complained, especially when she dried my cock and I did her temporarily huge boobs. We knew Mom would probably do laundry after they got back, so we didn't use matching towels, and we put them in separate hampers.

I followed her to her bed. She pulled the covers back. I helped her onto the bed before joining her. We lay on our sides, and I pulled the covers up over our nude bodies. Jenna looked down and said, "Damn, we're even sexy with the sheets."

I broke the ice. "So, um, when you said 'sleep together,' did you mean ... sleep?"

"I know I'm gonna crave the chance to sleep without someone kicking me awake before too long, but tonight, I just figure I'll enjoy my last opportunity to stay up late by choice." She reached forward and rubbed my cock. "Starting with this." She eased me onto my back. "Mmm, how many weeks has it been?" she asked.

"Two or three, I think."

"That's too long," she said. She put her head under the covers. She pointed my cock up and licked the area of my crotch that surrounded it.

"This is a first for me," I told her.

Through the covers, she said, "A pregnant woman? It's not even your first time with this pregnant woman." Then she licked each of my balls. I could feel her pregnant belly grazing my toes as she moved up and down.

"I mean, I've never gotten a blow job where I couldn't see the woman's head. It's pretty hot!" She pulled the foreskin back and licked the crown. She licked down the top side of the shaft and up the underside before she took the head in her mouth. I wanted to eat her pussy, but I wasn't sure it was feasible in this position, so I just lay there and let her do what she wanted.

When I finally came, she came back up from under the covers. "Is it just me, or did that take a long time?" she asked.

"I already came twice. I'm not surprised it took longer. It didn't feel like I came very much," I answered.

"Sorry," she said.

"That's okay. It's not how much I come; it's how good it feels when I do, and thanks to you, it felt awesome."

"Well, it's true I didn't have to hurry to keep from gagging on it."

"That's all I need, is to make a 911 call where my sister's choking on semen and I'm the only guy here that it could have come from." I felt around until I found her pussy. I couldn't see it, but I could already feel that her lips were puffy. "So, how do we do this? Is it out of the question for you to be on top?"

"It's not out of the question, but I'd just as soon stay where I am."

She spread her legs, as much as was feasible. Just as she'd done, I went under the covers until I found her pussy. I did what I could, licking up and down and around. With the blanket over us, I couldn't even see enough of her belly to get aroused myself. I separated her lips and slid a finger inside. Her thigh twitched a little, but nothing else. I pulled my finger back out and came up to see that she'd fallen asleep. I got up and turned the light off. I came to bed and kissed her on the cheek. Then I put my hand under her belly and went to sleep.




Plus-Sized Sister Ch. 05-06



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THE MORNING AFTER

I managed to get a date for the Friday night after Valentine's Day. It ended with a lengthy kiss at her door, and I headed home. Mom and Dad had tickets to a touring production of The Book of Mormon. I said hi to Jenna on my way to my bedroom. She was sitting on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket. She had a textbook open, but she was watching TV. She said "hi" back, and I went to my room to get ready for bed. I'd just taken my pants off when I remembered I'd left one of my books in my car. Since I was planning to study the next day, I got dressed again and headed to my car. As I passed through the living room, I noticed that Jenna was now completely covered by the blanket except for her head. When I came back with my book, she was lying down and shaking. I went closer and saw that she was crying. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing," she said through her tears.

I wiped one tear from her eye. "This doesn't look like nothing," I said.

"Nothing new, I mean. I never saw Elena. You never saw her." I had actually seen her very briefly before Gary's friends took her home, but I wasn't going to correct Jenna right now. "I'm such a fuck-up."

I held her close. "You made a mistake." Realizing what the mistake was, I corrected myself. "We made a mistake. Or maybe not."

"Maybe not? I got pregnant by a guy I can't talk about, and that's just the part everyone knows about. My parents are ashamed of me. My brother can't tell anyone about his daughter. And ... oh, who am I kidding? I abandoned my baby. I miss Elena." Since Jenna had decided early on that she was going to give the baby up, we hadn't talked about names. She cried even harder, and I couldn't understand the next thing she said.

I looked on the table where she'd put her books. A pill bottle was on its side next to the books. Her doctor had prescribed them for pain. I picked it up and saw that it was empty. I shook Jenna. "What did you do? What did you do?" She said something else I couldn't understand. I sent Mom a text, "Jenna took a bunch of pills!" I picked Jenna up and turned her to face me. "My God, Jenna! Our lives aren't over. Elena's isn't over." She escaped my grasp and landed face down on the couch. I looked at the clock. It was 11:30. I did what I'd seen other people doing on television. I got on all fours next to Jenna, put her arm over my neck and stood up. I smelled coffee when I came into the house. I assumed Jenna had made it when she thought she was going to study. I tried to get her to the kitchen so I could get it into her. "You made the best decision for yourself," I said. I got her to the kitchen, and there wasn't enough coffee to keep a mouse awake. "Damn it!" I yelled. I sat her down at the kitchen table. I poured the last of the coffee into a mug and started a new pot.

My cell phone rang. It was Mom. "What happened?" she asked.

"Jenna was all upset, and a few minutes later, she'd taken the last of her pain pills."

"What are you doing right now?"

"I'm trying to keep her awake."

"Good. I just called 911 and gave them your location. We'll be home as soon as we can."

"Okay. See you then." I ended the call and brought the half-cup of coffee to Jenna. "Drink it!" I commanded. I put the mug in her hands and raised it to her lips. "I've fucked you over too badly already. You're not gonna die on my watch. We'll get through this. You and me, together." I could hear myself starting to cry this time. I calmed my tone down a little and told her, "You made the right decision for yourself, just like my going to grad school is the right decision for me. Given our circumstances, letting friends adopt Elena was the best decision for all of us. We'll get through this ... darkness. We just have to hold on through the night."

Jenna spat the coffee out onto my shirt. "What the hell are you talking about?" she asked. She got up, but slowly. "Oh, hey, it worked."

"What are you talking about?" I asked her. "What worked?"

"I had a really bad ache in my back and my hips a half-hour before you got home. I took the last two pills so I could go to sleep. I guess two at once was too much." I face-palmed myself. "Oh, my God," Jenna said. "What did you do?"

At that moment we heard a siren that stopped when the lights appeared in the front window. "I guess I'll tell you and them at the same time," I answered.

Jenna punched my arm. "You doofus! I didn't take too many pills because I was emotional. I got all emotional because I took too many pills! Which turned out to be two."

The next morning, Jenna came to me in my room. She closed the door because Mom and Dad were still home. "I appreciate what you tried to do last night. That was sweet. Okay, it's more than that. You probably should have stopped to get more information, but you really stepped up to the plate." She paused. "Hell, you've done nothing but that since ..." She pointed to her belly, which still has some baby fat on it.

"I did what any brother would do," I told her.

"Well, most brothers wouldn't--" She made extra sure to keep it low this time. "--fuck their sisters. Or eat their pussies." She rubbed her crotch through her nightshirt. Judging by the smoothness of her actions, she hadn't put on any underwear yet. "Or take sexy baths with them." She realized what she was doing and stopped. "Sorry, I was reminiscing. But once we found out what happened, you did the best anyone could have done under the circumstances."

"And that's all I can do," I added.

"That's what I just said," Jenna said. "Wait, what do you mean?"

"I can't do this any more. Yeah, I was sad that I won't get to see my daughter grow up. I'll hear from you and maybe Gary, but I won't see it. I could handle that. Seeing how it tore you apart last night broke my heart. It's more than I can take. You're my sister, and I'm always going to love you. But I can't be your fuck-buddy any more, because it'll just lead to more nights like last night. And don't tell me you're in love with me, 'cause that would be even worse."

"So what's this mean?" she asked.

"Relatively normal holidays, I guess. Instead of telling you how hot your body is and what a great cocksucker you are, I'll compare you to Godzilla, and you'll make jokes about me being a loser, and if there aren't any parents or aunts or anyone older around, you might throw in something about a two-inch dick."

"I knew it!" Jenna shouted. "That was your picture, wasn't it?"

At that moment, I knew we were back to making fun of each other. You know, like brothers and sisters are supposed to do.