Summary: A horny pregnant woman submits to her dominant younger sister.
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God, I hated being pregnant.
I felt fat.
I felt ugly.
And my dumbass husband only added to my insecurities by refusing to fuck me… which was even more frustrating because as I’d neared the end of my third trimester I’d become horny as hell… all the fucking time.
So, of course, a guy who’d wanted it daily before I was bloated and huge, suddenly wouldn’t fuck me at all. Yet ironically, or maybe just pathetically, he still expected blow jobs.
And masturbation had become a major workout as I struggled to reach past my huge belly.
Then, due to the events of one night, everything changed.
My baby sister Anna (she is five years younger than me) had invited me to stay with her, as my husband was selfishly going on a business trip to Europe (yes, fucking Europe) and I didn’t want to be alone… Being 39 and a half weeks pregnant and all. Unless the baby arrived much more overdue than she already was, there was no possibility Dwayne would even be back in time for the birth! Anna had asked me to arrive early, since she was attending a bridal party that evening and wanted me to come along. She, the dear heart, promised she wouldn’t let me out of her sight until I had reason to give her a cigar.
When I arrived early in the afternoon, she invited me to join her in her backyard hot tub. She shrugged off her housecoat to reveal a barely-there bikini and stepped right in. Feeling insecure about my oh-so-pregnant waistline I, of course, removed my shoes and only put my bare feet in.
As I sat there with my sister Anna, her 36DD breasts seemed to be everywhere. I joked, “Christ. I’m ready to pop at any moment, and your tits are still bigger than mine.”
She shrugged. “They’re my best asset. Plus, yours look pretty fucking huge at the moment.”
“They weigh a ton,” I said. “I seriously don’t know how you can walk around straight all day. I feel like the Hunchback of No Sex.”
Anna replied jokingly, “Well truthfully, I prefer being on my back.”
“Don’t we all,” I agreed with a chuckle.
“And what’s this no sex bullshit?” she questioned.
“Dwayne won’t fuck me anymore,” I admitted, adding, “And he hasn’t done shit in like five months.”
“Fuck off!” she blurted, astonished.
“And he won’t go down on me either,” I added.
“God, if I don’t get fucked or munched every second day I’m a complete bitch,” she said.
“So you never get fucked or munched at all?” I joked.
“Fuck you,” she shot back, chuckling at my teasing.
“If you weren’t my sister, I’d take you up on that offer,” I joked again. Truthfully, my sister was incredibly hot and is likely to blame for my over-excited hormones. I’d been spending a lot of time on Literotica recently, my current passion being reading and fantasizing about lesbian sex. Particularly domination and submission. And in all the stories and all my fantasies, when I put faces on the participants, they were my younger sister Anna and me. I know, fucked up, but most of my fantasies during the past month had been of my baby sister taking charge and using me however she wished.
I am naturally submissive, always have been.
But Anna has always been a strong-willed, opinionated woman, so I just assumed she would always be the one in control in the bedroom.
She quipped right back, playing along with my joke and raising the stakes, “I have a strap-on in my bedroom.”
“Don’t tempt me,” I said, the idea of lesbian sex with my sister always intriguing… clearly I needed to get fucked. I then added, realizing the obvious question, “Why do you have a strap-on?”
“Actually I have three,” she smiled wickedly. Clearly my twenty year old sister had a far more active sex life than I did.
“Okay, why do you have not only one, but three?” I asked, the image of her putting one on and getting some aerobics in by pounding me hard popping into my head.
“Two for the girlfriends and one for the boyfriend,” she revealed mischievously.
“Oh my God!” I gasped, wondering which of her hot friends she was fucking. And wondering also if she’d fucked her prior hot boyfriend who was an amazing football god.
“It’s 2017 big sis, you say OMG!” she teased.
“You have fucked people before?” I asked, my cunt already wet just at the thought.
“Oh yeah, I like giving as much as I like receiving,” she nodded, “plus….” she stopped mid-sentence.
“Plus what?” I asked, suddenly living vicariously through my wild, hot sister.
“Well this may be the ‘too much information’ piece,” she said, suddenly tentative after the shocking reveals.
“More shocking than you fuck men and women?” I asked, suddenly realizing the obvious… which I hadn’t somehow until now… if she fucked men she had to fuck them in the ass… the thought having never come to mind until she mentioned it. And then my mind surged right ahead and presented the image of me fucking my own man’s ass, since he’d always wanted to fuck mine. I’d always said no of course, but inwardly (before I became a beached whale) I’d often found the idea appealing and intriguing. How about giving in, but insisting on tit for tat?
“I’m not sure how shocking you’d find it, but it’s more personal,” she admitted, suddenly looking and sounding vulnerable.
“Anna, you can share anything with me,” I said. “I mean I just shared that I haven’t had sex in five months and I would almost be willing to have you bend me over this hot tub and fuck the hell out of me.”
She smiled, “Trust me. You don’t want me fucking you, I’m pretty dominant and verbal.”
“To tell the truth, that only turns me on even more,” I admitted, enjoying the sexual talk and the sly incestuous flirting I was doing with my sister, pretty sure that if she went and got her strap-on I would indeed bend over and invite her in.
“I figured you were probably submissive,” she said, nodding knowingly.
“You did?” I asked, surprised. It’s one thing to be submissive, it’s another to look it.
“I wasn’t sure,” she admitted. “It’s just that often strong-willed women are submissive behind the scenes.”
“But you’re strong-willed,” I pointed out.
“The other option is to be a Domme,” she added.
“So you’re a Domme?” I asked, even though it shouldn’t have surprised me at all. The turn our conversation was taking had my pussy leaking slightly more than it had before.
“I can be,” she smiled, before adding, “especially to female submissives.”
“Lucky I’m not submissive,” I joked.
“Right,” she smirked.
“What are you implying?” I objected, pretending to be offended.
“That there’s no doubt about your being submissive,” she explained.
“Mmmmm… Well, just when I’m in the mood,” I admitted.
“Which is always,” she smiled, as she got out of the hot tub… her perfect body glistening in the sun. Some people can’t wear thongs successfully. She could.
“I hate you,” I joked, as I stood up too.
“Like all jealous bitches do,” she smirked.
And truthfully, I was jealous of her. Her body was perfect and I wished I had her tits, her ass, but at the moment, her trim waistline.
I slapped her ass, taking the opportunity, “You may need a spanking.”
She shot right back, “I’m usually the one doing the spanking.”
“Are you saying I need a spanking?” I teased, really enjoying the sexually playful banter.
“Perhaps,” she shrugged, “although in my expert opinion what you really need is a good strap-on fucking.”
“Anna!” I gasped, even as I imagined her doing just that.
“Am I wrong?” she asked.
“I’m not going to answer that,” I coyly replied.
“If you weren’t my sister I’d fuck you into labour,” she said wickedly, as she walked into the house.
“Now you’re just teasing” I pouted, following her into the house.
“I always tease before I please,” she tossed off. She added, “Now go get dressed, we have a bride-to-be to scandalize.”
“Going to fuck her with your strap-on?” I quipped.
“Never say never,” she winked and headed to her room.
I waddled to the guest room, feeling completely unattractive in comparison to my thin sister while I pondered her words ‘never say never’.