Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

All their lives, they’d joked that they were twins. The two of them looked so alike they could fool anyone.

They’d been close, and this wasn’t the first time she’d caught him doing this. It was, though, the first time she knew she was the inspiration for it.

When he looked up and saw her, his reaction couldn't have been further from their father's.

His eyes bulged wide, and he looked more embarrassed than ever before. “S-sis!” he cried out, trying to twist away and hide his erection, making him topple into the little pond and drench his white shirt, making the fabric cling to his pecs and six-pack abs.

“Sorry!” she called, and she couldn’t help that it sounded like a giggle. Her hand went up over her mouth as she turned her back slightly, but she couldn’t hold back her laughter. His reaction, his embarrassment, all made it so much more manageable. A simple, innocent little accident, and all her stress began to flow out of her as she tittered.

Unlike their father, he’d been keeping his hair cut short with the pair of scissors that had survived the wreck. She’d been cutting it for him pretty regularly, and so his pale blonde hair was nice and short, just the way she liked. His handsome face lacked their father's thick beard, accentuating his youth by contrast. As he pushed himself up out of the water, he forced his raging hard member back into his blue swimsuit bottom.

“It’s not what you think,” he protested ineptly, glancing at her back awkwardly with his blue gaze as he stood there, soaking wet, ready to win any wet t-shirt contest she was judge of.

“Uh-huh,” she grinned, looking back at him now that he was half way decent. “You just found, like, a fish you really liked or something?”

“That’s not funny,” he said with a sour expression, that handsome, smooth-face ruined by that look as he stood there, unable to hide that throbbing, needy stiffness despite his best attempts. “You don’t know what it’s like bein’ a guy,” he whined, “no chicks for me to get with. Can’t even get a moment alone to ease the tension!” He did look tense, throwing his arms up in the air in awkward jerking motions, she had to give him that.

“Fine, fine. God, I’ll give you your precious alone-time to jerk off into the water and contaminate it or whatever.” Angel paused for a second, some of that smugness slipping away even though she straightened her shoulders and stood taller. “I just need to you tell me how to get back.”

He opened his mouth to talk but then froze, it was then he turned towards her, no longer pointlessly trying to hide the visibly throbbing bulge of his cock above his strong thighs. Still, though, she could see the hesitation on his face and her stomach fluttered in response. “I’ll help you sis, but first… how about you help me?” he said, biting his lower lip as he raised his brows.

His words sounded vaguely suggestive, but he didn’t look to her with their father's intimidating gaze. He looked like one of the boys she was used to stringing along and toying with. Someone she could control.

Maybe it was the heat, maybe it was how long it had been since being around any of those other boys, but she found herself pausing. Was she even considering it? It took her a few seconds before her face twisted, but even then it was hard to disguise her curiosity. Her interest.

Still she folded her arms beneath her ribs and stared at him with her piercing blue eyes. “Gross, Rob.”

He held up his hands defensively, “Hey! Not like… no way! Nothin’ like that!” He sounded so put off by the idea, yet… “Just…” He licked his lips and looked about the small grotto anxiously.

Taking a quick step in towards her, he lowered his voice, as if afraid someone in the whole jungle might overhear them both. Somehow. “It’s just… there’s not another girl on the whole island, sis. And… not even an old skin mag of dad’s for me to jerk off to.” He looked to her, his blue eyes twinkling as he waited expectantly. “All I’m askin’ is… take off your top and let me… y’know,” his voice was so weak by the time he finished, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he trailed off.

Her pulse quickened despite herself as she looked at him, staring into his eyes and searching for something. Answers, maybe. But instead all she found were questions, musings on her own morality and why hearing him say that excited her so much. She was hesitating, and she knew that wasn’t a good sign. It was a display of weakness, and she swallowed.

But still, she was speechless. Her gaze finally dipped away and she breathed in deeply, her large breasts rising up beneath the tight material. Her nipples hardened and pressed out the fabric, and she suddenly felt very exposed.

“I don’t know, Rob,” she finally managed, her voice growing weak and uncertain. Not at all like her usual, confident self.

His beautifully boyish face contorted as he pleaded with her, “C’mon sis! All I’m askin’ is that you let me look at ‘em while I, y’know… stroke one out.” He stepped in a little closer, and she could smell the scent of his dick off him, that male musk so much like their father’s, albeit weaker. “I won’t touch you or nothin’. I’ll pretend you’re someone else if it helps,” he offered.

Though of course, that offer implied he hadn’t been doing that before.

Her eyes rose back to his as she nervously tucked some of her caramel coloured hair behind her ear. She glanced over her shoulder at the path she’d come, and something within her told her she could find the way back. Of course, then she’d have to deal with her father and whatever strange mood had gripped him.

She licked her lips briefly before she caught her brother’s eyes again. “I will if you give me your shirt.”

His eyes bulged in surprise at that counter offer, and he looked her over for just a moment, his dick still throbbing through his blue trunks, his own hard chest rising and falling quickly. “It’s the only one I got…” he remarked, though she could see the desperation in him. “Okay. But you gotta do this for me more than just once,” he retorted, already tugging his shirt off him at the back of his neck, exposing his lean physique, reminding her of the athletic swimmer he was back in high school. “Once a day. At least,” he bargained.

She hesitated at his words, her hand floating in the air uncertainly. “Ew, Rob. God, how often do you do this?” No wonder they always took so long to do anything if Rob was jerking it at least once a day. Her face contorted in annoyance and frustration, and she looked so lost and confused.

She suddenly just wanted to go back to her old room and do nothing but play video games and flirt with boys. But instead, she was stranded with nothing but two apparently very pent up men who had no other distraction.

And the way she’d caught the two men looking at her, it wouldn’t hurt to cover up a little more.

Angel yanked the wife-beater from her brother’s hand. “You haven’t heard the last of this, Rob.”

He took the way she yanked his shirt

from him as an unspoken signing of their contract and gave a wide, toothy grin. “You don’t have to watch if you don’t want to, sis,” he said, one hand already stroking the protrusion in his blue speedo, which looked even more skimpy without the aid of his shirt hanging down over part of his loins. The tight fabric highlighted every vein in his thick cock.