#implied pregnancy

“I know you said no clothes in your bed, bro, but I thought you just meant outer clothes. You mean you want me to take my underwear off, too? Fuck, I might as well just lay down and spread my legs for you cause I’m 100% sure you’ll be fucking me before morning at any rate.”

“Yup. Any girl that sleeps in my bed gets fucked.”

“i should have known from the way you charge for car rides. Well, it’s not like it’s the first time I’ve had your dick in me. At least I’ve kept it to oral only until now.” *stripping* “So be it. But if I get pregnant, I’m moving in and you’re helping with the baby.”

“Deal.”

*smirk* “That’s what you wanted all along, wasn’t it. Should have known.”

My aunt invited me to come live with her one summer during college.

When I got there, she informed me we were going to her beach house and I had three months to knock her up. If I succeeded, she would pay my college loan and get me a job.

If I failed…I had to come back the following summer. Sounds like my Aunt set up a win-win situation, didn’t it?

My Aunt likes to give me little peeks here and there at unexpected times in unexpected places.

The reason she likes it is it gets me revved up to jump her when we get home which is the whole point.

After all, how is she supposed to get knocked up if I’m not inside her every chance I get?

When my wife passed away, my twin girls were still quite young so my mother in law, Beth, started coming over to help a lot.

My former father in law, being the dumbass he proved himself to be, objected to how much she was at our house so he gave her an ultimatum. Guess he didn’t know her as well as he thought he did because she didn’t give him the answer he expected.

She asked me if she could pretty please move in with me since she was over all the time anyway and she did need a place to stay while the divorce was pending.

She took him to the cleaners but didn’t move out. No, instead she went and got some sexy lingerie and then came to me wearing some of it - a sexy black number, in fact - and said, “Hon, I got a pussy going unused. You got a cock going unused. Why don’t we put them to use together?”

Now, I wasn’t the dumbass her ex-husband was. While she wasn’t as svelte as she had been (which I knew about because my wife at 22 was just like Beth had been at 22 - I saw the pictures), she was still pretty sexy. And, like she said, we both had sex organs going unused. On top of that, she was pretty darn near to being the twins’ mama by now. So I welcomed her into my bed without any problem.

She was still young enough and we were so compatible together that I inevitably knocked her up. I’d already been thinking about it but when I found out she was pregnant, I immediately went and bought a ring.

We got married right after she gave birth to another girl. (She refused to waddle down the aisle, after all.) And on our wedding night, she wore the white version of the black outfit she wore our first night.

After my husband-to-be told me how things were in his family, I packed two sexy outfits.

The first one was for my husband on our wedding night, as was only proper.

This one, however, was what I was wearing when I went through the adjoining door and presented myself to his father to be welcomed into the family.

I got pregnant that weekend and I’m really not sure whose it is since I was hopping back and forth between rooms as the two of them took turns between my legs, but in my new family, that doesn’t matter.

I looked over at my cousin in the passenger seat and moaned as she showed me she was wearing thigh-highs under her dress.

She chuckled and winked at me when I looked at her. “So…have I got panties on or not, do you think? Hmm?”

When we got to the hotel where grandpa was having his 90th birthday party, I excused myself and went to get a hotel room. Only I didn’t get a normal one.

Hours later, after the party had wound down and I’d escorted her upstairs to the honeymoon suite, she showed me that yes, she was wearing panties, but they were very skimpy lace thong panties that matched her stockings.

A little while later, we were both naked except for those stockings which still adorned the sexy legs that were wrapped around my waist as I drove in and out of her pussy.

When she sensed I was close to finishing, she whispered in my ear, “Honeymoon suite - does that mean I’m your wife now? If so, cum in me and knock me up.”

With a roar, I spurted what felt like gallons of cum in her pussy as she giggled at her successful gambit.

Several months later, after she had started showing and our parents put two and two together, my Mom found a picture of the two of us at the party where apparently we’d been making eyes at each other. “You two shagged that night, didn’t you?”

We both shrugged. She said, “Yup. He booked the Honeymoon suite for 3 days. What else could I do but let him shag me rotten the whole time like a newlywed wife?”

“Yeah,” I added, “We only opened the door for room service. Didn’t even leave the whole time.”

As my Aunt and Uncle watched, I lifted up the skirt of my dress and wiggled out of my panties. I twas time to get paid for babysitting their two little hellions by having him knock me up with a little hellion of my own.

After I moved in with my son and his wife, this was my view every morning as I walked into the kitchen for breakfast.

It took me two weeks before I gave in and touched her ass. When she turned around I fully expected her hand to be whipping around to slap me. Instead she just put her hands on the counter, spread her legs and leaned back against the counter. “About time you realized I was offering you something. Now, is there something else you’d like to touch?” she finished as she meaningfully looked down at herself.

I just grinned and reached out with one hand for a tit and with the other to her pussy. I soon had her undressed and I wasn’t long behind. My first orgasm didn’t take long - it had been awhile after all - but the subsequent ones took longer which she really appreciated.

I came in her warm - and very wet - pussy for the last time in the shower about half an hour before my son was due home. As we dried off, she said, “Now, Fred has been trying for a year and a half to get me pregnant. After nothing happened, I secretly took some of his sperm to a lab and had it tested. He’s infertile. But I know if I told him, he’d react badly and insist on divorcing me or something dumb like that.”

I had to nod - he was a noble idiot like that. “It was probably the mumps he had as a teenager.”

She nodded. “Likely. Anyway, you can have all of me you want as long as you don’t do anything to prevent pregnancy. And he can ride me all night long if he wants - I can take it,” she said with a salacious smirk. “Deal?”

“Deal,” I said as I kissed her and patted her on the ass.

I was sitting on the deck enjoying a beer. She came out the back door and called out to me. “It’s time to eat.”

I looked over at her and smirked. She looked tasty but I knew she wasn’t on the menu…just yet. But I still had to tease her. “Eat what?”

She blushed and said, “Later for that, Pop,” then turned and wiggled her ass at me as she went back inside.

There was a nice spread on the table inside and my son grinned at me as I followed Nancy’s twitching ass to the table and sat down.

Some time later, I groaned as I pushed back from the table. “That was good but now I’m full.”

Nancy pouted. “Too full for dessert?”

I chuckled as my son said, “You know Pop - give him ten minutes and he’ll be ready for dessert.”

Ten minutes later, right on time, Nancy had cleared the table and had sat down on the table right in front of me. “Dessert time!” she said firmly.

I grinned and gave her a kiss then pushed the shoulder straps of her outfit down and got started on dessert.

By the time dessert was done, her outfit was discarded on the floor, she was covered in hickies, and both my son and I had fucked his wife to several good orgasms each. As I sat down from the last knee-trembling orgasm I’d spurted into her pussy, she stretched sinuously like a cat and purred, “That was some good dessert.”

Then she calmly stood up and walked out of the kitchen with swaying hips and our last loads running down her leg. “Ben’s turn first tomorrow,” was all she said as she left.

Ben and I grinned at each other, acknowledging once again how lucky we were that Nancy had decided to serve “dessert” to both of us after my wife had passed away.

See, Ben had had a particularly bad case of mumps in high school which left him more or less infertile and Nancy was determined to get pregnant so she basically worked on Ben until he agreed to let me father the children.

She hadn’t caught yet, but we were having fun trying. And there was always the chance that Ben would shoot a viable sperm cell into her pussy so it wasn’t for sure who would knock her up which was part of the fun, we had to admit.

“Oh, honey,” she laughed as she wiggled her ass at me. “Did you really think your parents asked me to babysit you while they were gone because they didn’t trust you?”

When I shrugged, my aunt giggled and shook her ass at me again. “It wasn’t their idea - it was mine. I told them quite bluntly what I wanted and they owed me big time so they went along with it.”

“So, uh, what did you want, if it isn’t the obvious?”

She turned towards me again and lifted her hem the little bit necessary to reveal her pussy. “I want your dick inside here,” she said, pointing at it. Then she lifted her hand to her lower stomach. “And your baby in here. Four or five times sounds good. The baby, that is - I’m only 25 after all so I can have several before I get too old. You can put your dick in me as many times as you want, of course.”

Well, you know, when she put it that way…and it wasn’t like I hadn’t been perving on my hot, young aunt for a few years already.

I spared a brief moment to think about what my parents owed her for if they were willing to go along with this before I returned my attentions to where she obviously thought they should be - her pussy.

lingerie-passion:

Lingerie

My sister worked hard and has gotten her killer body back after she gave birth to the baby I fucked into her. I think it’s time our baby boy got a baby sister to play with when they’re our age.

The nightie didn’t fit quite as well on me as it did on Mommy, but that wasn’t the point. The point was that Daddy didn’t need to look elsewhere to find a replacement for Mommy - he could just have me.

Daddy got the point and fucked me so much I became a Mommy myself and once I did, the nightie fit me just fine. *grin*

So, as sometimes happens, my sister got left at the altar by a dumbass. After the requisite crying and anger, throughout which I had to comfort her since our parents were both deceased, she calmed down.

Mostly, anyway.

I had an idea to help her calm down the rest of the way as well as take a little bit of revenge on her fiance. “Well, the honeymoon trip is already paid for and you were supposed to be leaving tomorrow. Why don’t we go? Have a nice trip on his dime, eh?”

She’d been holding the tickets, etc., so we got away with it. Oh, of course she had to tell him over the phone that it was the least he owed her. He agreed. Then we had to quickly explain the circumstances to the travel agent and get the names on the tickets changed. Most notably from his name to mine.

Then we ran to my home so I could pack. She got weepy again and we cuddled that night like we used to when we were teenagers and she had a bad dream or a nasty breakup or whatever. The one thing that was different was that her tits and ass were bigger, more well defined. There was quite a difference between her current age of twenty-five and how old she had been when I left home, which was fifteen, after all.

Oh, and the other thing that was different? I woke up holding her tits. See, at our ages, we were used to that - me with other women and her with her fiancee. So in our sleep we didn’t realize. When I woke up, I realized what I was doing and slowly disengaged from her.

Successfully, I thought, since she didn’t rouse for another ten minutes when she heard me moving around in the bathroom.

We took our time getting ready and eating breakfast. But eventually we had to leave since her suitcase was still at her place. So we rushed over and when we got there, she got a weird look on her face, like she realized something. She bit her lower lip and looked at me.

“How much time do we have?”

I looked at my watch. “Not much. We really should be on the road in like five minutes.”

She shrugged like she was saying Fuck it and picked up her suitcase. “Let’s go.”

I didn’t think much of it since we were in a hurry.

I really should have.

See, she’d packed for a honeymoon. Something we’d kind of forgotten in our rush.

And when we got to where we were staying at a nice beach resort, she showed me exactly what she’d packed.

No normal underwear. Just lingerie.

Clothes that said “Come fuck me.”

Then she sat me down and laid it out. “You’ve been there for me my whole life, in pretty much every way. Last night felt awesome, including when you were holding my tits. It felt more right than when dumbass held me. If we weren’t brother and sister, I’d have married you right out of high school. Last night and this morning made me realize something - I don’t care anymore. Especially now that Mom and Dad aren’t around anymore. Now, you have a choice. Either this is our honeymoon and I wear this stuff all week and we do what comes naturally. Or I go to the resort store and buy some underwear and normal vacation clothing and we’re just brother and sister. So which will it be?”

I grinned at her. Last night had felt right to me as well. I nodded to myself and reached into her suitcase and pulled out a sexy red bit of nothing. “Go put this on, wife.”

She giggled and grabbed it from my hand and ran to the bathroom. After a little while, she came out dressed in something that looked even better on her than I’d imagined when I saw it in the suitcase.

Our first fuck was quick and frantic. The tears we both shed afterward were cathartic in a very different way than the night before. We admitted to each other that yes, we really did love each other and this first fuck had felt perfect.

The next time was nice and sweet and gentle. And then we started our honeymoon. And every time we went out, she had no underwear on wearing clothes that screamed “come fuck me!” My favorites were the thin t-shirts she had that were thick enough not to show areolae but thin enough to show me when she was aroused.

And whenever we were alone - which was frequent because this was a honeymoon resort, after all - I did what her clothes said - I fucked her.

Now, as luck would have it, I was at a point in my career where if I wanted a promotion in my company, I basically had to move to another city. I’d resisted it for a year or so, wanting to stay near her since she was the only family I had left. But now it could work in our favor. So our pillow talk often included talking about just which city we wanted to move to.

And the fact that she wasn’t on any sort of birth control since she had felt ready to go ahead and get started on a family. She said she felt like that even more strongly so we didn’t bother buying condoms. It felt awesome spurting in her unprotected pussy knowing we could be making a baby. And every time I saw her firm braless tits, I thought about a baby sucking on them which made me ready to fuck her again.

She never objected. In fact, once she figured out what had me so randy, she always giggled whenever the sight of her tits made me hard.

When we were finally on the flight home, I leaned over and whispered “I don’t like seeing you in a bra anymore after the past week. And I think you know I really liked those white t-shirts. I want to see you in them all the time at home.”

She just giggled.

And nodded. “Of course, hubby.”

My older sister is a good sport and is always willing to follow my lead. That’s why she wore this dress that got us banned from Prom at my new school before we even so much as got to the door.

That’s alright, though - it just gave us an excuse to go to the hotel early. I certainly finished my high school career legendarily. If only they knew she was my sister and that the slight bulge in her belly was due to my baby and not any stomach fat.

She does take the collar seriously, after all.

nudebbwpics:

#NudeBBWPics

I sat on the bed, waiting. My woman had told me to sit down and wait while she went into the bathroom of the hotel to “get ready.”

After about five minutes, she appeared wearing this really hot black and purple outfit. I recognized it and I should - after all, the reason we were here was it was our anniversary and she’d bought that outfit for our first time. And it still fit her just as well as it had all those years ago, I mused as my hand involuntarily went to my groin and started stroking myself.

I knew she expected some sort of reaction so I gave her one. “You sure know what I like,” I said as I leered at her and started stroking myself a little more obviously..

She just smirked and sashayed over to me and brushed my hand away from my groin and started undoing my pants. “I ought to know what my little brother likes after all these years,” she said as she pulled me out of my pants and lowered her head to start sucking.

I smiled and ran my hands over her glossy hair. Twenty years and five children later, it was still true - homegrown love was the best.