Breeding Threesome - My Wife and Step Sister (Pseudo Incest Impregnation)
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Rich and his wife, Tracey, are planning on having a baby. One night, during a massage session, his step sister stops by. An erotic massage escalates between the three of them, until Rich finds himself in a sexy threesome with the two women, each craving a baby from him. More
Rich and his wife, Tracey, are planning on having a baby. One night, during a massage session, his step sister stops by. An erotic massage escalates between the three of them, until Rich finds himself in a sexy threesome with the two women, each craving a baby from him.
This story is intended for mature audiences only, and features scenes of hot massage with two women, masturbation, steamy sex between a step brother and step sister, and impregnation, and is 5000 words in length.
My hands worked with slow, methodical speed. I worked them down to her lower back, feeling the stress melt out of her as I ground into her, continuing to kiss the nape of her neck. Tracey pressed back into me, and my hands slid around her ribs to her stomach. I hesitated for a second - clearly she was getting into this, and with her body pressed so close to mine, I couldn’t keep up the massage, but how far could I take this? I threw a quick glance at Sarah, who had leaned forward and was watching us intently. Her nipples pressed against the fabric of her shirt, hard and evident. Her dimpled smile was encouraging. The sight of my sister’s arousal set off fireworks behind my eyes, washing away any rational thought I might have had left.
I let my fingers drift up Tracey’s body, maddeningly slow, just barely brushing her skin. She shivered against me, head resting on my chest, her breathing rapid and aroused. I found the small nubs of her breasts and caressed them, light and silky touches over her diminutive mounds. Tracey groaned, low, urgent, and completely forgetting where we were and who was with us.
Her nipples rolled between my thumb and fingers, tugging on them gently. Her body writhed against mine, and I let my lips drift across her upturned cheek to one ear, lightly nibbling on a lobe. My wife’s back arched, pressing her tiny tits into my hands, and I pulled her close, tongue sliding across her ear. A single, drawn-out moan filled the room, drowning out the television for a moment.
“If we don’t stop, I’m going to try and make that baby right here,” Tracey breathed.
“I’m okay with that,” Sarah said quietly.
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