Crazy Sex Adventures(Erotica)

“She’s not my darling. I love each of you. You know that. And I love your little boobs,” he said. He reached over and squeezed them, being sure to pinch her nipples. Tabitha felt the pain shoot down to pleasure in her dripping puss.

“Yes – show me,” Tabitha said, “Give your Tabby Cat her delicious cream.”

Michael smirked. He drew back slowly, then entered her again, lovingly. “You want the Hope way?” he asked. Then he slammed into her hard. “Or the Chastity?”

“Oh!” Tabitha groaned, “Give it to me my way. My way only.”

“That’s my girl,” Michael said. He began plugging her. Varying his strokes between long and short. Hard and soft. Reaching down and smearing her clit with his hands.

Michael had become quite skilled, Tabitha thought. But this was even beyond what she’d come to expect. It felt like her whole body reacted to every thrust. Sparks raced down her arms. Her legs. Her pussy clamped down, squeezing every bit of her brother’s beautiful dick. God, if sex with Michael before had been like touching pleasure – reaching it – then this was like bathing in euphoria. Immersing in it. Drowning.

Tabitha screamed. She whimpered. Words came out that made no sense. Exclamations of incredible bliss. Her brother was doing something to her she couldn’t comprehend. And all she could think about was that his cum was coming. His beautiful bounty of sperm that would take her to an entire new level of heaven.

Sperm, she thought. She was so used to fucking without consequences. It reminded her, suddenly, of what the act was supposed to do. Put her brother’s baby inside her. Would that be so bad? She pictured herself swelling with life. Life that her own brother had given her. For a moment her traitorous mind wished for that. Wanted it. More than anything in the world.

“Going to cum,” Michael said, as if he could sense her aching need.

“Oh Michael, I want it,” Tabitha said, “Want it so bad.”

Michael buried his head in his chest. His movement slowed.

“I… Tabitha,” he mumbled into her chest, “I love you. You know that? Not like a brother. But more. I think… I think I always have.”

“I know,” Tabitha said, “I love you, too.”

Michael began to shake, tremble. His enormous fuck stick lodged itself right in Tabitha’s cervix. Then he threw his head back and bellowed. Tabitha’s own orgasm built and built but then stopped. Right at the edge.

She felt that odd pressure at her pussy – almost like peeing, but far more pleasurable. Her brother’s first hot burst blasted into her pussy and Tabitha felt like her whole body was about to shatter. Explode from the inside out.

“Oh, ffffffffFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUCK!” she screamed. Gouts of her cum blasted out – long hot streams. This time it really felt like an unending flow. Fountains of girl goo. An ocean washing over them both. Tabitha swore she was soaking her brother. The bed. Her peak felt different somehow. Even better than ever before. The ecstasy burst right off the top of her head.

Michael’s own liquid heat filled his sister’s pussy to bursting. Tabitha swore there could be no more, yet it kept coming. A tsunami that picked her up and carried her away. Wave after wave of indescribable bliss. His fertility overflowed her pussy. Pushed past her cervix. Battered her womb.

“I love my baby sister,” Michael said, over and over. “I love you so much.”

Finally, the two siblings disentangled. They looked down at each other, sticky with cum and sweat and started to laugh.

“Wow,” Tabitha said.

“That was incredible, Tabby Cat,” Michael said, “Clearly I’ve been underestimating my pretty kitty.”

For a reason she couldn’t explain in the moment, Tabitha leaned over and kissed her brother right on the mouth. They’d done almost everything, but never crossed that line. The kiss felt far more erotic, dangerous, than anything they’d done to each other before.

It felt right.

*

After that day, though, Tabitha felt off. Just little things. She told herself it was the intensity of the orgasm that she and Michael had shared. He had broken her brain.

But the strangeness stayed with her. She started struggling to concentrate in classes. Her stomach felt slightly sour, as well. Then her period decided to pass on its monthly visit. Just never bothered to show up. And then Tabitha really did feel sick to her stomach.

When she was able to stop throwing up, she went out and bought a pregnancy test. As if she didn’t already know. Another month went by. Another missed period. She was sure she was starting to show.

Then one day Hope caught her crying in the bathroom. This whole thing with Michael, it had changed all of them. A few months ago, Hope probably would have told her to stop sobbing or to “grow up.” Now, her eldest sister rushed in, held Tabitha close, and asked what was wrong.

“Is it Michael?” Hope asked, “Did he do something to you?”NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

“No,” Tabitha said, “Yes. Oh God.”

Hope walked her down to the living room. Chastity was already sitting on the couch. It felt strange for them to all be together fully clothed. What a weird world I’m living in. Tabitha sat down. She eyed her older sisters nervously.

“It’s just the three of us,” Hope said, “Michael’s at class and Mom’s at work. Whatever you say, it never has to leave this room. So, whenever you’re ready.”

“I’m pregnant,” Tabitha said, the words spilling out of her. Like a confession in a bad police drama.

“I know,” Chastity said. The two girls looked at their blonde sister with surprise. “I don’t know how. I just do. Sister’s intuition. I figured you’d say when you were ready.” Chastity had changed, too. She’d gone from merciless enemy to unyielding ally. Her toughness something to be treasured rather than feared.

Tabitha knew that Hope would always comfort her, but Chastity would kill for her. It made for an incredibly comforting combination. I’m such a lucky girl, Tabitha thought.

“What happened?” Hope asked, genuinely concerned. She reached across and stroked Tabitha’s hand.

“I don’t know,” Tabitha said and started to sniffle, “I followed the chart and everything.”

“Oh, I know you did honey,” Hope said, “I know someone at school. They can fix this.”

“No!” Tabitha pushed her sister away. “I can’t. I won’t.”

“OK,” Hope said, “Of course.”

The three of them sat in the living room and cried together. Hope hugged her baby sister tight and told her, “It’ll be fine. I promise.” She said it over and over. As if wishing it to be true.

“Yes,” Chastity said, “We’ll work this out together. Like always.”