Steamy Affairs(Erotica)

Tight was not the word, I’ve had virgins in my life that weren’t as tight as my sister was. Her velvet walls clamped around me like a vise as I filled her.

“Big… so big… can’t… ohhh Goddddddd” Belle gurgled as her belly expanded to fit me.

God damn my brother-in=law could not be very big if she was this tight, I thought. I reached up and turned Belle’s face to me, our eyes locking.

“Your mine now, I OWN you” I growled.

I pulled back to the crowned head and then slammed in hard; the room filled with the wet sucking noise as her pussy accepted me deeper.

“My pussy” I grunted as I slammed in harder, making her tits shake with my thrust.

“My CUNT” I rammed in with all my strength.

I went so deep in felt the spongy wall of her cervix against the tip of my cock.

“Oh My Fucking GAAAWWDDDDDDDDDDDDDD” Belle wailed as her body convulsed on the kitchen counter.

I heard hot juices splatter to the kitchen floor as her orgasm erupted. I kept up the incessant pounding, giving her no relief as I impaled her almost limp body again and again.

“So good… fucking so good… my brother… fucking… oh God…” Belle babbled as her body started to climb a second time.

Belle looked at me with wild eyes as my hips slapped into hers. “Don’t stop” she whimpered. “So close… Oh God Ray… so close” she moaned.

I could feel her walls tightening, milking my cock. I knew if she came again I would lose it. I don’t know where I got the will power from; but with a swift jerk I ripped my cock free of her gaping soaked pussy.

“Noooooooooooooo” Belle almost cried.

Her hands came up to my chest, her nails digging into my flesh; her legs now around my waist, trying to pull me back in. I just stood there, my cock head dripping her juices onto the floor gasping for breath. It was mom who seemed to magically appear at Belle’s side.

“If your big brother fucking you good?” Mom’s voice dripped lust.

“Who owns you now baby” Mom’s voice drilled into Belle.

“Ray… my brother… owns me… owns my pussy, owns my cunt…” Belle babbled my own words right back. “Please” she whimpered “I’m so close… so close… I need…” she began to beg softly.

“You need to cum don’t you.” Mom’s voice was unrelenting; God she was playing Belle like a violin.

“Yes… cum… please…” Belle softly begged.

“Then he’s going to cum” Mom told Belle. “Inside your fertile belly, with his hot, thick baby seed.”

Belle turned and stared at her mother, her eyes wild and hungry.

“Is that what you want, do you want your brother’s baby” Mom hissed. “Then beg him for it slut” Mom drove the words home.

Belle turned back and stared at me for a few seconds; then her entire body relaxed in surrender.

“Give it to me Ray” she husked. “Give me your seed, give me your baby” belle begged softly. “I need it… I want your body. Impregnate me big brother.”

“I want your BABBBYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY” Belle screamed as I drove back home.

I felt hot juices splash against my pelvis as a massive orgasm tore through Belle; she just rode the waves of pleasure in total surrender.

“Cum with me” Belle whimpered softly. “Cum Ray; cum inside me” she stared into my eyes.

I had been standing still, buried to the root inside her tight pussy; feeling the ripples of her walls; listening to the hot exchange between mother and daughter. It was just too much; when without even moving, my cock pulsed inside Belle’s pussy.

Belle’s eyes opened wide as she felt the thick cream filling her. She was so tight there was no way to hide feeling my thick cum pouring into her.

“Unnnnnnnnnnn” I gave a soft moan as my balls spasm a second time.

“I feel it; God I feel it, our baby” Belle moaned.

I saw a tear trickle down one cheek; and reaching out wiped the moisture away. I thought I had done something terribly wrong, or that I had somehow violated her.

“Are you all right” I asked gently.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

“I’m perfect” Belle sighed. “Thank you big brother” she gave a small smile.

“Thank you for what?” I asked her.

“For giving me what my husband couldn’t, and I’ve wanted for so long.” Her eyes glittered.

“Well, let’s hope it worked” I gave a chuckle.

Belle griped the biceps of my arms and levered herself closer still sitting on the counter.

“If it didn’t work” her warm breath was in my ear. “Do me a favor and next time, just come into my bedroom some night and take me.” She softly kissed my cheek. ”

It was three days later, after the kids had been picked up by the bus for school; and I was finishing my morning coffee before work; that Dee came in the kitchen and dropped a manila envelope on the table by me.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“The test results on the sperm samples.” Dee headed towards the coffee pot. “Time for plan C” she said calmly.

I had wondered about Plan C, or should I say Plan Carrie. My middle sister was going to be a tough nut to crack, and I wondered what scheme mom and Dee had come up with.

You had to know my sister; she was a lot like dad. Educated, professional; always in control Carrie is what you would call her. She analyzed everything, planned everything; and absolutely hated surprises. I would call her stuffy, more the prim and proper type; she was vice-president of the PTA, a member of the Chamber of Commerce; and she fit the mold of the up and coming new generation.

“So what’s the plan?” I asked Dee as I sipped my coffee.

“No plan” my wife turned and looked at me. “Carrie’s going to ask you herself.”

“Say what?” I was dumb founded. “How do you figure that?” I asked her.

“Simple” Dee walked over and tapped the envelope. “All the data is here, all the prognosis is here; and….” She paused for effect “so is the solution.”

“OK, I’m not stupid” I said. “But what the hell are you talking about.”

“Carrie wants a baby” Dee said calmly. “She’s been very vocal about their trying for over a year; and very vocal about their failure.”

“The sperm test results” it suddenly clicked in my brain.

“Two points for the male” Dee laughed. “Our clinical little Carrie will analyze the data, come to the rapid conclusion that dear old hubby is never going to give her a baby.” Dee looked straight into my eyes as she spoke. “And that if she wants one that bad, the perfect candidate is right in that same folder.”

“How do you know she wants one that bad?” I had to ask.

Dee laughed. “Why do you think I had her babysit the last two weekends” she gave an evil smile.

“Oh my God” I whispered. “You just dangled what she wants most in front of her; and now you’re telling her she may never have it.”

“Exactly” Dee gave that smile again. “Unless, she accepts the data.”

“God you are a wicked woman” I said softly.

“Fucking right, and don’t forget it” Dee laughed.

“So how are you going to tell her” I asked waving at the folder.

“Oh I’m not; you are big brother.” Dee smiled. “You’re having lunch with her today; I already arranged it with both of your offices.”

There was no denying this woman once she set things in motion; so at eleven I was sitting at a table in DelMonoco’s, watching Carrie walk across the crowded restaurant towards me.

I had to admit, she had the figure to give any guy a wet dream. Tall and lither, she was a fitness addict and attended the gym religiously. She wore just the right clothing to stay demure, and yet accent her shape and figure; something every male in the room noticed as she walked by.

Carrie had picked her husband as much for pedigree as looks; everything my sister did was pre-calculated. I needed to play this right.

“So how’s it going sis?” I asked as she finished giving her order.

Pretty much the same… unfortunately.” She responded. I figured this was my best door opening and took it.

“The baby thing?” I asked.

“I guess it just needs more time” Carrie sighed.

“It won’t work” her head snapped up and she looked at me. “He can’t get you pregnant.” I said calmly.

“What are you saying Ray?” her voice was tight.

“I said…” I started again.

“I heard you” she cut me off tersely. “You have no right…” I slid the folder across the table to her as she stopped talking.

Without a word, Carrie opened the folder and pulled the papers out. For the next ten minutes she went from sheet to sheet. Our food arrived and she never touched it as she read. Finally she set the papers next her plate.

“Son-of-a-bitch” she whispered. It was one of the few times I had ever heard her swear. “Does he know?” she looked at me.