Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

“Now c’mon,” he said anxiously, sounding so excited to see her bare tits, “lemme see ‘em, I’m dyin’ here!”

Her fingers curled into the damp, white shirt as if confirming that it was real, and she swallowed back her anxiety. It was just skin. He’d seen it before, when they were kids sharing a bath, or a glimpse here and there when they were changing. It was innocent back then, though.

This was anything but, and she folded the shirt before placing it down on the ground. “Just...” she stammered, trying to come up with something that would make this okay, but it wasn’t. The way her blood was pumping through her veins, the way her delicate sex throbbed, it wasn’t okay. But still, her finger went to the middle of her back and she closed her eyes as she tugged that little bow.

The material immediately gave under the release of the fabric’s strain, and the bikini gathered around her neck. Tears stung her eyes and her pussy pulsed harder, faster, as she lifted the swim top from around her head and let it flutter to the ground.

She wasn’t looking to see the wide-eyed expression on her twin’s face, the way surprise and lust mixed on his tanned features. But she did hear the gasp, the utter of “Fuck” in astonishment, and then the stretch of his blue speedo as he yanked it away from his thick, throbbing cock so he could grasp his manhood once more.

Rob pressed one hand to the rock beside him as he stared at her two large tits, those thick, soft mounds so full and ripe, capped with the pink round areolas and erect nipples. His own strong, hard hand hugged his cock and he began to pump his shaft excitedly.

Angel could hear his shuddering breaths even if she couldn’t see the way his chest heaved with his heavy breathing. His cock grew so fiery red as it swelled, the crown bulging out through his fingers as he tugged back the foreskin, then let it roll back over the purpled tip again.

Her own breathing was ragged and uncertain, and she had to fight the urge to give in to her curiosity. To glance again, to take in her brother’s body. This was wrong, and she knew it, but she needed the shirt. She needed him to show her the way back.

Or so she told herself as she tried to not notice how her body was reacting to this. She was used to teasing guys, to getting them out of control for her, for her body, and it always turned her on.

But never like this.

It didn’t end as quickly as she thought it might. It made her wonder: was he drawing it out? Was he savouring the moment as he beat off to her tits?

It was sick to think on her brother doing that, but flattering in a way she didn't want to admit.

She could hear his breathing, so heavy, and beneath his groans of pleasure and panting breaths were soft little utterances. She swore she heard his name on his lips, murmured so very softly she could barely hear it, even as they stood but a couple feet apart in the quiet grotto. She squirmed at the noises, her body trembling with fear and something darker, and she bit down on her lower lip to steel her resolve.

His body grew tense and Rob squeezed his fist about his dick tighter as his heavy balls swayed beneath him, his blue speedo down around his ankles as the incredibly toned and fit man pleasured himself to the sight of his sister’s large tits. “Fuck… yes,” he muttered, his balls beginning to tighten beneath him as his dick throbbed thicker.

She inhaled, deeply, and his scent mingled with the salt water spray. It was an intense sensation that had no comparison, and a heavy lump formed in her throat. Oh god, this is so wrong. She knew it, and she squirmed, her arms folding around her stomach as if to protect herself from him even though it just squeezed her heavy breasts together, so invitingly.

His breath caught, and she heard him mutter, “Oh shit… it’s cummi--” Rob’s words were cut off, his immature six-pack abs clenching as his body first stiffened, then convulsed. His thick, feverishly red cock swelling as it expelled its rich, creamy seed.

Such a torrent of virile cum erupted from her brother’s dick, and at such a high pressure volume! It shot across the gap that separated them, much of it landing in grass beneath their feet, but some went so far as to strike upon her skin. A splatter of the creamy spunk struck her thigh, her arms over her stomach, and even a little landed on her plump tits as his eyes rolled back into his head and he beat his dick wildly through his throes of ecstasy.

“Rob!” she half shouted, half gasped, and she couldn’t resist glaring at him.

Glaring at him, and stealing a quick look that she prayed he didn't notice.

She bit her lower lip, trying to silence herself from any gasps of pleasure, and she was glad she did. Never had she seen anything like it, and her eyes grew wide as she took a step backwards. This is so wrong. She closed her eyes tightly again, trying to purge the sight of her brother’s virile body cumming, but it was ingrained on her eyelids, and she shivered as she tried to repress her desire.

The intensity of his expression as he leaned against the rock wall and bent forward closer to her… he’d experienced what must have been an incredibly intense climax, and she got to witness the final throes of it as a few more spurts of creamy seed jetted out into the dirt. Rob forced his eyes open and looked at her chest again, a lewd moan escaping him as he pumped the last of his ejaculate out.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, the pace of his hand over that thick shaft slowing as he milked it dry. “Sorry sis,” he said in a low, almost drugged sort of voice. A shiver travelled through his tanned, muscular form, along his broad shoulders, down across his hard pecs and abs, which were a bit paler thanks to his shirt, matching her own skin tone there. “I got carried away,” he panted out.

“Yea,” she hissed, trying to sound unamused. Annoyed, even.

Anything to hide the desire that brewed just beneath her skin.

“Now I have to wash off. Great.” She went to reach for her bikini but, seeing the cum laced across her tits, sighed. “Fuck, go get the papaya or else dad’ll have a fit about how long we were gone.” Her fingers trembled as she undid her shorts and straightened her bikini bottoms over her generous ass.

She walked over to the pool haughtily as she stepped into the warm water and began rinsing herself off.

Despite having just blown his load on her, she noted that her brother didn’t move. He stood there, staring at her as she shed her shorts. Dick still in hand and throbbing as he watched her step into the warm water out from beneath the ledge, where the sun shone upon her.

“Fuck sis,” he choked out in a husky voice. The deep, dark purple crown of his cock so prominent, with a little bead of pearl white atop its slit. “I never realized how gorgeous you are before all this.”

She stilled for a moment, her breath caught in her throat. This was something different. It wasn’t just desperate need in his voice anymore, and it both titillated and infuriated her.

“Rob, get cleaned up and stop being gross.” She hoped she sounded in control, confident, because she certainly didn’t feel it. Her mind was in turmoil and she hurried to wash herself of her brother’s taint.