Pregnant With My Stepbrothers Child

DAVE

I was in my bedroom, doing one of the things I love to do most- watching porn. The sweet sensation of the screen filled the room, the curtains drawn tight to shield the golden light of the late afternoon as I thrust my cock with my hand under the duvet. 

Suddenly, the door screeched open, and there she was, my step-sister, stepping in a carefree aura in a pink bikini adorned with floral patterns, the colors vivid against her sun-kissed skin. The fabric fitted perfectly, snatching every curve, and the flowers seemed to come alive as if nature itself had stitched them into place. 

Her presence immediately shifted the atmosphere, turning my isolated moment into something charged and unexpected.

Of course, living under the same roof naturally creates a bond of familiarity and closeness. I know that I should never consider any inappropriate or sexual feelings toward her. I've never truly believed that I harbored such feelings, nor did I think of her in that way. However, I can't deny that I've always had this persistent urge to play with her boobs. It was driven by a genuine desire to enjoy moments of fun together.

"Hey, Dave," she yelled out, breaking my concentration on my phone. Her voice had a flirty edge that immediately caught my attention. I looked up, having a perfect look at her in her sexy bikini. My eyes instinctively widened as I tried to take in the full picture of her without seeming obvious.

"What do you think of my bikini?" she asked, striking a funny pose.

I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to word out my response. "Uh... it mightn't be bad, depending on what you need it for," I said, adding, "and, well, vice versa."

She raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by my cryptic answer. "I'm trying to pick an outfit for Trina's pool party," she explained, placing a hand on her hip.

I let my gaze linger a little longer, assessing. "Spin around," I said finally, gesturing with a circular motion of my finger. "Let me see the back."

Without hesitation, she turned, giving me a full view of the bikini from behind. I frowned slightly, pretending to be deliberate. "Hm... I don't think I like it. Wear something else, you've got plenty to choose from."

She sighed but didn't argue, disappearing back into her room. When she returned, my breath caught in my throat. This time, she was wearing a pink, tiny v-string bikini bottom that disappeared into her butt crack, paired with a halter-neck bikini top that left very little to the imagination. Her skin glowed under the soft light, and the confident way she carried herself made her all the more stunning. I was already picturing how sexy her naked body would be.

"So?" she asked, tilting her head and giving me an expectant look. "You're awfully quiet, Dave. Don't you like it?"

I blinked, completely disarmed. My throat felt dry as I tried to find words. "Th-This is... absolutely a killer," I stammered, my voice barely steady.

She smirked, clearly enjoying my reaction. "Killer, huh? So I take this to be a yes?"

I nodded, though part of me wished I could say no just to make her change again. "Yeah... a definite yes," I managed to say, still trying to gather my scattered thoughts.

"What are you doing on your phone?" Evelyn asked, stepping closer and casually sitting down at the edge of the bed, her curious eyes fixed on me.

"Nothing for you to worry about," I replied, deliberately vague as I shifted slightly to obscure the screen. "Mind your business, Evie," flicking my finger to her forehead.

"Ouch," she said skeptically, leaning forward just enough to glance in my direction. Her sudden movement caused her to brush against my hand, her full boobs hitting the back of my hand.

Holy shit! Her boobs were way beyond succulent. I wanted to grab it and have a proper hold of it.

"Hey, watch it," I teased, taking the opportunity to tickle her side.

"Stop it!" she squealed, laughter bubbling up uncontrollably as she squirmed away. "You know I don't like it when you tickle me!"

"Too bad," I said with a mischievous grin, doubling down on my attack. She twisted and laughed harder, trying to grab my wrist while still inching closer to snatch my phone.

"Let me see what you're hiding," she demanded, her hand darting toward the device.

"Not a chance," I shot back, laughing as I held the phone just out of her reach.

But she was quicker than I expected. In one smooth motion, she managed to catch the phone. I couldn't even pause the video in time before the screen lit up with what I'd been watching- the girl on the guy with his cock in her butthole.

Her laughter stopped as her eyes widened in disbelief. "This is gross!" she said, her nose scrunching up. "I don't understand why people find this kind of stuff enjoyable."