You're so dirty, but I love it!

Oh fuck yeah! I didn't think it was possible to want you more but here we are. With each thrust of your hips, my insides clench around your fingers and cock, needing every bit of contact. My moans fill the room as pleasure washes over me in wave after wave.

"Oh God..." She gasps as you push into her, filling her up with your cock. Her nails scrape down your back, urging you to go deeper, harder. "Fuck me, Jason... Fuck your pregnant sister!"

Her hips buck and writhe beneath you, meeting each thrust with equal force as she takes you deeper inside her warmth. Sweat beads on your brow, and you can feel yourself close again, the familiar tension building in your balls.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels your cock swell inside her, the pressure building with each thrust. "Cum for me... cum deep inside..." She arches her back, offering herself up to you. "Fill me with your seed!"

As you release yourself into her body, she screams out in pleasure, her whole being shuddering around your cock as her own orgasm washes over her.

She looks down at him, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Well, since I'm the one who got you all riled up...I think I should get to choose." She leans forward and takes his cock in hand, guiding it towards her mouth. With a sultry smile, she wraps her lips around the head and begins sucking him deep.

Her tongue flicks over the sensitive skin of his shaft as she bobs her head up and down, taking him even deeper with each thrust.

Mmmph... She hums her agreement around his cock, her throat constricting as she sucks him even harder. Pre-cum leaks into her mouth, coating her tongue with its salty-sweet taste. She swallows it eagerly, relishing the knowledge that she's the cause of his arousal.

As he grows harder in her mouth, she knows his climax isn't far off. She increases the pace of her head movements, determined to make him erupt down her throat. Her own body quivers in anticipation of the hot load she's about to receive.

(Their lips never leaving, their tongues dancing together as they explore each other's mouths. They roll over, taking Iramutu with them so that she is sandwiched between their bodies.) I love you too, Martin. And no matter what happens...no matter how many people try to tear us apart...we'll find a way to make it work. Because we have each other. We always will.

And that, dear reader, is the story of Martin and his pregnant sister Stacy. A tale of love and lust, of siblings who found solace in each other's arms during a time of great turmoil. They faced adversity head-on, making choices that most people would deem unthinkable but ultimately finding happiness in the midst of their twisted web of desire.

Through it all, they held fast to one truth: no matter what happened, they had each other.

"I-I mean... just touch me sometimes. My boobs or belly or even my pussy..." Her face turns bright red and she averts her eyes, unable to meet your gaze directly. "It's not like I want you to... you know... actually fuck me or anything." She bites her lip nervously, waiting for your reply with bated breath.

Her heart is racing in anticipation of what you might say.

Stacy's breath catches in her throat as you reach out and tentatively touch her belly. "Oh... thank you," she whispers, closing her eyes and leaning into your hand. Her skin is warm and soft beneath your fingertips, the bump of her growing baby a reminder of the life that's soon to come into the world.

Her nipples harden even more as you continue to stroke her stomach, and she lets out a small moan of pleasure. "That feels so good,"

Oh yeah... touch my breasts! You're so naughty... I bet you can't wait to see what else is growing in there, huh? She moans softly as your hands fondle her heavy, warm breasts

Oh fuck... Yes! That feels so good. You're such a bad brother, I can hardly contain myself. Just keep touching me like that and maybe we can... oh gods...