Fucking younger sister in her pregnancy time

Hi everyone, this is Surya back again with another adventure. As you all know, I am from a village near Mysore, Karnataka. In the last part, I narrated how I had a reunion with my younger sister Aditi after her marriage and how we enjoyed her stay at my place.
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After a few months, my Amma called me with good news: Aditi was three months pregnant. I was very happy to hear that, but then it hit me: it had been nearly the same three months since I had last been with her in Bangalore. I just ignored the thought and texted her, “Congratulations, sis, for becoming pregnant.” Her reply nearly made my heart stop:

“Thank you, Anna, and congratulations to you too, your seeds were strong 😜.”

I was speechless. She was carrying my child.

A few weeks later, I got promoted at the company and was given an opportunity to permanently work from home. The decision meant moving back to my native village. I was excited at the thought of being near Aditi during her pregnancy, but a part of me was also sad. It meant leaving behind my crazy girlfriend Anvi and all our wild nights. I promised her I’d be back in a month or two, then packed my bags and moved home.

When I reached home, Aditi was already there – glowing, fuller, more beautiful than ever. The first time I saw her belly, a wave of pride and lust hit me together. She smiled shyly, but her eyes told the story: she had been craving me, too.

From that day on, the house felt different. Parents were extra careful about her and were watching her every minute. Every time I saw her, my chest tightened. She had always been beautiful, but after becoming pregnant, she was something else entirely. Her body was fuller, her hips rounder, her chest heavier. Her hair fell loosely around her tired but glowing face, and there was a softness in her eyes that both calmed me and drove me insane.

I used to touch her whenever possible. Holding her hand longer than needed, brushing against her when she walked. Sometimes I’d squeeze her melons in the name of supporting her to walk, and she’d play along, hiding her smile behind fake innocence. Other times, when no one was looking, she’d brush her ass against my boner just to tease me, leaving me throbbing and restless.

Seeing her again after months hit me harder than I expected. Every small detail about her, the way she tucked her hair behind her ears, the anklets that jingled faintly as she walked. Everything pulled me deeper into the fire I thought I had controlled. She was my younger sister, my secret lover, and now, the mother of my child.
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Finally, one afternoon, Appa had gone to the fields, and Amma was busy talking with a neighbor at the front gate. I saw Aditi standing near the window. I went behind and hugged her tightly. My hand slid down and rested over her belly. She blushed but didn’t stop me. I whispered, “Our child, Aditi, is inside you.” She looked up with shining eyes and whispered back, “Yes, Anna, yours… only yours.”

One evening, the monsoon breeze carried the scent of wet earth, and it was completely dark. Everyone was busy inside, and we found ourselves in the courtyard. The temple lamps flickered in the distance. She sat quietly, looking at the sky.

Without looking at me, she whispered, “Every day here feels incomplete without you beside me, Anna.” My throat went dry. “I’ve been counting the days to see you again, Aditi.”
She turned, her eyes shining. Our fingers brushed in the dark and held tight. “Every time I feel life moving inside me, I remember those crazy moments we had… and I crave you more and more, Anna.”

Her words melted me. I pulled her close and hugged her tight. My lips found hers in the dark, soft at first, then hungrier. She responded with the same passion, her hands clutching my shirt, her body pressing against mine. We fondled each other desperately, but had to stop before we were noticed. That night, lying in bed, I couldn’t sleep. Her words, her lips, her warmth – everything burned inside me.

I waited till the house fell silent. It was still raining heavily, and the noise was loud. My heart pounded louder than my footsteps as I slipped into her room. Aditi was already awake, waiting. She didn’t ask why I came. She simply moved on the bed, making space for me.

I reached for the end of her pallu and eased it from her shoulder. The silk whispered as it slipped through my fingers, pooling softly beside her. My hands trembled while I found the tiny hooks of her blouse and popped them one by one under my fingers, revealing her swollen melons begging for my mouth. I slid my fingers towards her waist and felt the warmth of her skin beneath the fabric, the faint jingle of her anklets keeping time with the rain on the roof. She closed her eyes and tilted her face to mine, the tip of her nose brushing my cheek as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “Don’t stop,” she breathed, and the storm outside seemed to lean closer to listen. Her saree slowly slipped away, revealing the softness I had craved for months.

I traced my fingers over her belly, feeling the warmth of her skin. She caught my hand and pressed it lower. Her hand guided me closer to her pussy, hot and aching for me, her breath coming faster. “It’s yours, Anna, every part of me is yours.”

Her words set me on fire. I kissed down her neck, tasting the salt of her sweat, listening to the faint clink of her bangles as she trembled under me.

Then I slowly sucked her wonderful boobs, licked all over her belly, worshipping the curve that held our child. Then I went further down, and kissed her pussy, my tongue teasing her lips as she grabbed my hair, moaning in need. She pulled me up quickly, whispering in panic that it was too sensitive, that she wouldn’t be able to control her screams if I went further.
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I got sad, but before I could speak, she pulled down my shorts and took my dick into her mouth. It was already rock hard. She sucked it deep into her throat, making me groan in heaven. She licked, slurped, and played with it like she was starving.

Then she lay back and whispered she couldn’t resist my dick anymore, begging me to fuck her hard. That was all I was waiting for. I dragged her to the edge of the bed, adjusting myself against her entrance. My dick pushed into her pussy, stretching her tight walls until I was buried completely inside. She bit into her hands to stop her screams, her body shaking as I began moving inside her. Her pussy gripped my dick so tight it drove me insane. I started slow, enjoying every inch, but soon her moans grew louder, her nails digging into me, begging me for more.

I leaned forward in between thrusts to kiss her belly, feeling my child inside her. But Aditi wasn’t in the mood for tenderness. She begged me to ram her mercilessly. I fucked her harder and harder, my balls slapping against her ass, her boobs bouncing wildly with each thrust. We fucked for a long time, losing ourselves in the storm outside and the storm inside us.

Finally, when I was about to cum she asked me to pull out, and quickly took my dick in her mouth again. She sucked me hard until I exploded, drinking every drop of my cum, swallowing it like a hungry bitch starved for months.

Exhausted, we lay side by side, the shadows of the room wrapping around us. She whispered, “I don’t know how long we can keep this….”

I kissed her forehead and said, “As long as we’re alive, I will find my way back to you.”

Time blurred. It felt like the night itself belonged to us.