Loving Ceil

Since I can remember, Ceil and I have always been pretty close. She fulfilled many roles in my life: taking on the nurturing instinct of a caregiver when our parents were always busy working, being there for me as a best friend who I could always count on to play video games with, and constantly bickering with me about the stupidest shit like older sisters usually do. There was nothing abnormal about our relationship. I was the annoying little bro, the one who would always take too long in the bathroom, embarrass her in front of her friends, and just overall give her a hard time. But the love was definitely there, that was for sure.

And it was the summer I turned eighteen that everything between me and Ceil changed.

I had just graduated and I was perfectly content just lounging around the house for a good portion of the day. I had a routine going on. I’d sleep, eat, have a wank, eat some more, take a nap, maybe watch some TV, browse the internet, have another wank, etc. Wash, rinse, repeat.

Ceil moved out quite some time ago with her steady boyfriend-turned-fiancé but still dropped in every so often with Ethan, the lucky man himself, in tow. Ethan’s a nice enough guy, I guess. He seems to treat her right, so I approve.

I’d like to take a moment to say: Ceil’s a very beautiful girl. She is average height, with wavy auburn hair that just passes her shoulders and soft hazel eyes accentuated by her long, dark lashes. The pale skin of her face is littered with light freckles and her uneven pink lips are adorable. Her bottom lip is slightly larger than the top, and it gives her the cutest pouty face in the history of pouty faces. She’s curvy, but not fat. Her boobs are a bit on the smaller side, but what she lacks in tits she makes up for in the ass department. Which is why she’s definitely a prize for any guy who knows what’s good.

Seven months prior to that fateful day in July, Ceil had announced to us that she was pregnant. I thought twenty-three was a foolish age to have a baby at, considering her adult life was just picking up. But I suppose it’s better than being sixteen or something, so I was incredibly happy for her. Months passed rather quickly and Ceil ballooned up. Whenever she and Ethan would come over, she’d just kind of waddle around insisting she’s still capable of doing things on her own whenever anyone would try to help her with something. I remember her complaining about how big her boobs had gotten, but underneath the baggy t-shirts and sweaters she wore, I couldn’t really tell.

The only thing she’d let me do for her was help her off the couch. I’d grab both of her hands and pull her up, causing her body to press up right against mine. Her swollen tummy would be just above my groin, keeping her tits from touching me. It was probably right around this time that I started to truly notice how sexy Ceil was, pregnant or not. But I’m sure at the moment the pregnancy thing had a lot to do with it, because fuck, she was glowing.

Anyway, back to my usual days of doing nothing. I was whipping up a grilled cheese for dinner, while my mom and dad were off doing whatever it is they did, when there was a knock on the back door. I half expected it to be one of my friends but when I opened the door, it was Ceil and she was carrying what looked like an overnight bag over her shoulder. She looked pissed off and tired, with her scowl and big belly peeking out of the bottom of her too-small tank top. Her usually well kempt hair was in a messy half-assed ponytail and her she had no makeup on. I took the moment to notice that, yes, her boobs had quite grown in size.

“Hi, Noah. Ethan and I had a fight,” she declared, stepping passed me and carelessly throwing her bag to the ground. “And I couldn’t find my key to here but I thought the back door might’ve been open. I’m just glad you’re home.”

“What’d you guys have a fight about?” I asked her.

Ceil sat herself on the stool at the kitchen counter as I resumed cooking, making another sandwich for her since I knew she was hungry. Pregnant women are always hungry. “He wants to name the baby January. January! So I said, hunny, that’s the name of a month not a person. And he got really upset because apparently January is the name of his dead grandmother. So then it just turned into a shouting match and I left because little Oliver was kicking the shit out of my innards.”

“Oliver?”

“My baby’s name. Because he’s certainly not January.”

We ate and Ceil ranted about baby names until she wore herself down. After cleaning up, we wandered into the living room to watch some TV, and I was instantly reminded of the days many years prior where this was a part of our daily routine when we would both get home from school. She sat next to me on the leather sofa and rested her head on my shoulder. I lovingly caressed her knee as she lulled to into a light sleep during an infomercial.

In the dull light from the television screen, she looked as flawless as ever. Her lips were slightly parted as she snored evenly, her right hand resting on her swollen abdomen. I reached over and tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear and smiled. She was truly the most beautiful girl I’d ever had the honor of knowing and it killed a little piece of me to know that she was my sister and that any less than appropriate thoughts of her were incredibly wrong.

But I couldn’t help it. I imagined her sprawled out on my bed with no clothes on, her swollen tits and hard nipples peering up at me, just begging to sucked and nibbled on. I regarded her beautiful pussy beneath her baby-bearing tummy as some sort of Garden of Eden, and I wanted so desperately just to have a peek, to spread her lips and gently tongue her clit.

My dick grew hard in my trousers and I knew I had encountered a problem. I didn’t want to get up and risk waking up Ceil, but at the same time it was so incredibly uncomfortable and obvious and I felt dirty. I tried to think of whatever I could to calm it down, but my brain just kept going back to the mental image of my naked sister, breathless and begging for my cock.
I swallowed heavily and Ceil stirred in her sleep before her eyes shot open and she let out an agonizing squeal and began to convulse.

“What? Ceil, what’s wrong? Are you okay? Did something happen? Should I call someone?” I attacked her with a barrage of questions as I held her tight in my arms so she wouldn’t fall off the couch or something. She panted before looking up at me and smiling.

“I’m okay now. The baby switched positions or something and my spine felt like it was hit by a bus. I didn’t mean to give you a fright, Noah.” She yawned and I reluctantly released my hold on her. “Man, my back is so sore. All this extra weight I have to lug around. Help me up?”

My hard-on had thankfully dissipated after the scare so I felt safe enough to stand up and pull my sister to her feet. She waddled her way to bathroom for a piss before returning with a miserable expression on her face. “This is bad,” she said.

“Back pains?”

“You don’t know the half of it.”

I thought for a moment. “I could always give you a massage, if you’d like. It probably won’t help much but I’ll feel bad if you’re just writhing around in pain all night.”

Her hazel eyes lit up and she nodded. “That would be absolutely wonderful, Noah.”

Ceil positioned herself on her knees with her hands holding on to the arm of the recliner for support. She didn’t want to lay down on her stomach with the baby, so I figured this would be okay. She had removed her shirt so all she had on now was her bra and rolled-up sweatpants. I cracked my knuckles before leaning down and pressing my hands against the soft skin on the small of her back. I began to rub and knead, eliciting sounds of contentment and delight from my sister. I trailed my finger tips along her spine and worked the knots out of her shoulder blades.

As I worked my way back down, something inside of me snapped, and I slid my hands to her front and grabbed her tits. She gasped in surprise but didn’t slap me away or yell at me. I began to rub her boobs outside of her plain black bra, enjoying the fact they fit perfectly in my hands. Her breathing picked up and I got a little braver and unsnapped the offending piece of lingerie and watched as it slide down her arms.

I went straight for her nipples which were, as I guessed, very hard. I pinched them and rolled them between my fingertips, all the while breathing softly into her ear. She let out a low moan and I got a little bit rougher. After a while, I managed to turn her around and leave her slumped over the chair with her luxurious tits facing me. Her eyes remained closed as I placed my mouth over her left tit and swirled my tongue around her nipple, using my free hand to caress her stomach.

“P-please don’t stop,” she whispered, and I happily obliged and began kissing her neck and collarbone. “Noah...” She said. “This is so wrong. But I love it.”

That was all I needed to hear. My hands traveled down and dipped into the elastic waistband of her sweatpants. I peeled them down a little, seeing the first hint of luxurious trimmed pubic hair and no panties. I slipped my hand from her pants and into between her legs, stroking her cunt from the outside. It was so warm and moist and the sounds she was making were delightful. I found her clit with my thumb and began to vigorously rub it as my mouth went back to my sister’s chest.

“I’m gonna cum, Noah,” she whispered. “I’m gonna cum so hard, oh my god.”

As if right on cue, her body trembled and her face flushed as she let out one of the most delicious moans I’ve ever heard. I stepped away from her as she struggled to keep herself from sliding off of the recliner. I slipped off my t-shirt and trousers, just leaving me in my boxers with the most intense erection I’ve had since I lost my virginity two years prior. Once Ceil had calmed down, she peered at me with shameless bedroom eyes.

“I want you to fuck me,” she said with a completely different demeanor. It was like she had been transformed into some kind of pregnant sex kitten as she gave me shameless bedroom eyes and tried to step out of her sweatpants. I decided to help her out as I used all my strength to hoist her completely on the chair and pulled her pants from her body. Up close, I could see the veins in her swollen abdomen from where the baby inside stretched her to her limit and couldn’t help but to slide down on my knees and begin to trails kisses down her tummy. She sighed heavenly as I made it to the top of her privates and used my hands to spread her legs apart.

Without any time to lose, I dove face-first into her moist folds and immediately began to tongue her beautiful hole as her fingers ran through my hair. She moaned and bucked her pussy against my face as I sucked and slurped and nibbled. Feeling bold, I worked two fingers into her, reveling in the warmth and the tightness of her forbidden fruit. I was actually quite surprised she was so tight, but I imagined that was because the baby was pressing down on her cervix. I decided to slip another finger in and Ceil screamed in what I imagine to be a mixture of pain and pleasure as I roughly finger-fucked her into total submission.

“Yes, baby. More,” she panted. “I’m such a dirty slut for my little brother.”

“You sure are,” I said, playing the part. Copying something I saw in a porno, I coated a finger on my other hand with my own saliva and began to trace circles around her puckered asshole. “Tell me how bad you want it, Ceil.”

“I want it,” she moaned, stroking her stomach as her pussy was being brutally violated. “Give it to me, Noah.”

I pressed my index finger into her ass and was met by quite a bit of resistance as she yelped in discomfort. It wasn’t even halfway in but I pulled it out and sucked it again to coat it with more spit. Then I had a wonderful idea as I reached forward and ran my tongue over her virgin rosebud, using my tongue to force my way inside of her.

“Noah, stop,” she said, but by the sound of it, she didn’t want me to stop. I began to eat her ass as I continued to finger-fuck her pussy until she climaxed and caused both holes to convulse as she rode out her orgasm. I licked her delicious juices from my fingers as she tried to catch her breath.

But I was far from done.

I stood up and shimmied out of my boxers, letting my eighteen-year-old 7 inch cock spring free. Ceil was still panting and rubbing her hands over her engorged tits when I picked her legs up and slid between them. Not wanting to be a total asshole about it, I looked at her face for confirmation as I gently pressed the head of my dick to her cunt hole.

“Fuck me,” she said again, and I dove into her as soon as I heard those words

I almost came right then and there as her pussy gripped me tightly and pulled me in. It was only my third time ever having sex, so it took me a bit to find a comfortable rhythm as I pounded into her. Each thrust resulted in a wonderful moan and I began to envy Ethan for being able to fuck this whenever he wanted. But I pushed that to the back of my mind as she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me closer.

“You’re so hot,” I told her. “So fucking hot and sexy and I’m gonna fuck you so hard.”

“Mmm, your cock is so big, Noah. Fuck me like the little slut I am.”

I put my hands on either side of her head as I fucked my sister with fervor, watching as sweat collected on our naked bodies. The only sound for miles seemed to be the melodic instances of skin slapping skin and Ceil’s cries and decrees of pleasure. I humped and thrusted and grinded against her until the familiar sounds of her climax approached. I buried my face in the crook of her neck and nibbled the skin there as she screamed and flopped around a bit like a fish out of water.

“I’m cumming!” She exclaimed as she began to meet my thrusts halfway. “Cum in me, Noah. Fill your big sister’s pussy up.”

She didn’t need to tell me twice. As the walls of her pussy contracted and convulsed around my cock, I let out a grunt and spilled into her, filling her tight, pregnant pussy up with my hot cum. I slumped over, but still supported my weight up with wobbly arms as our orgasms subsided. My softening cock slipped from her cunt, causing some of my jizz to slide out onto the recliner.

“It feels so good,” she murmured after a minute or two. “I feel so full right now, with my baby and my baby brother’s hot cum inside of me. Mmm.” She reached over her stomach and in between her legs. I watched as she scooped up some of my jizz with her finger and slid it between her lips. “So delicious too.”

“So you’re not mad?” I asked stupidly.

Ceil laughed. “No. You’re an excellent lover, and my back feels much better. Thank you. Plus, I think you made him happy.” She patted her stomach and smiled. “We should do this again some time.”

I blinked a few times and nodded sheepishly. I couldn’t help the blood rushing back to my cock as I looked down at her. “Yeah...we should.”