Mom had left for an overnight trip—just one night away, but it was all I needed. The second her car pulled out of the driveway, I locked the door behind her and started preparing for a night of pure, unapologetic debauchery.

I had it all mapped out.

A little blue help from the medicine cabinet of a friend’s dad—just a few of those magic pills tucked safely in my drawer, ready to keep him hard for hours. He didn’t know I had them, but he’d definitely enjoy the results.

I wanted this night to be more than just sex. I wanted an experience, something so filthy and indulgent it would ruin us both for anyone else. So I planned something different for every room of the house—every one of them was going to be used. The kitchen table, the living room couch, the stairs, the shower, even Mom’s bed. Especially Mom’s bed.

Costumes were lined up like a twisted little runway: Wonder Woman, a barely-there nurse outfit, a blasphemously short nun costume, and stacks of lingerie ranging from lacey and sweet to downright obscene. I even pulled out the camouflage set I knew he loved—tight, sheer, and crotchless.

But this night had a secret edge. Something I hadn’t told him yet.

I’d been thinking about it for a while now. Fantasizing, dreaming, soaking through my sheets more than once. And finally, I decided.

I wanted to be bred.

I wanted to feel him pump me full of his seed and fuck a baby into my tummy. I wanted his cum deep in me, over and over, until I was swollen and sore from all of it. I wanted him to know I was doing this on purpose—not just letting it happen, but needing it to.

Would he believe me when I told him? I didn’t know. Maybe he’d think I was just being dirty. But I wasn’t kidding. I was serious. And I was ready.

Tonight, I was going to tell him: I wanted to be bred. I wanted him to breed me. I wanted his baby!

Mom pulled out of the garage just before 8 a.m., and I texted him the second her car was out of sight: She’s gone.

Then I ran downstairs to change.

First outfit of the day: nurse. Tight, tailored scrubs that hugged my ass and boobs, a fake stethoscope around my neck, and—because what nurse doesn’t wear heels to work?—black stilettos. I even had a little paper cup with one of those little blue pills tucked inside and a glass of water to wash it down. I’d lifted them from the bottle in a friend’s dad’s bathroom, and I was eager to see how well they worked.

He was only a few blocks away, already waiting, so it didn’t take him long to show up. The moment he walked in, he called out, “Where are you?”

I stayed out of sight, calling back, “Upstairs. Meet me in the living room. I’ll be there in a minute.”

By the time I climbed up from the basement, he was already sitting in one of the chairs, looking around like he wasn’t sure what he’d just walked into. I walked in slow, hips swaying, giving him a full look at the scrubs hugging my curves. I walked over, asked a few fake nurse questions—Any headaches? Muscle stiffness? Erectile dysfunction?—before handing him the cup and the water.

“Here. Take your medicine.”

He laughed but swallowed the pill without a second thought.

Then I straddled his lap and got right to the point.

“I want you to breed me,” I said, my voice low and clear. “I mean really do it this time. I want to get pregnant. I’m prime in my cycle—we can make this happen. Might as well be your baby as anyone else’s.”

His eyes flicked over my face, like he wasn’t sure if I was joking.

“If that’s what you want,” he said cautiously, “then let’s do it.”

I leaned in a little closer. “I’m serious.”

He blinked, then grinned. “We’d better get to work then.”

I leaned forward until my chest pressed into his face, his hands full of my ass as I started grinding in his lap. Slow, teasing little movements, like a lap dance with no music. He peeled off my scrub top and latched onto my nipples, sucking back and forth from one to the other while I tipped his head back and kissed him hard—tongue deep, sloppy, messy.

He tried to stand up while still holding me, but we nearly crashed into the coffee table. Probably would’ve taken me down first. Instead, we half-fell onto the couch, laughing and tangled, and he pulled off my scrub pants while I kicked off my heels.

Then his mouth was between my legs—licking, sucking, eating me like he was starving. And he didn’t stop there. His tongue found my pussy and my ass, wet and eager, like he couldn’t decide what he wanted more.

His oral game had come a long way since the first time. I actually felt sorry for the girls before me—if this was how good he’d gotten now, I couldn’t imagine what a mess he’d been back then.

I came hard. Twice. Waves crashed through my body, and I soaked my brothers face.

I reached for his cock, ready to return the favor, but he had other plans. His pants hit the floor, and I watched as he lined up and started working his cock into me—just the head, then out, a little more in, then out again, slowly stretching me until he was buried deep.

“Fuck,” I moaned, eyes rolling back. “Fuck me, cum in me, fuck that baby into me…”

It was even hotter now—knowing what we were trying to do. Not just fuck. Breed. I locked eyes with him, pulled him close, and whispered, “Breed me. Please. Plant your seed so deep in me my belly grows.”

He loved it. He always had. The dirty talk lit him up, and he started fucking me harder, hips snapping. Missionary turned into doggy, then into some twisted position with my knees still on the couch but my hands on the floor. It was hard to hold myself up, but worth it—because that’s how he came in me the first time that weekend.

His hands clenched my hips as he rammed in deep and stayed there, groaning, pulsing, spilling his load inside me.

I stayed like that, hips tilted, holding the angle as best I could so every drop stayed inside.

We took a short break.

Room number two: Mom’s room.

There was something wicked about fucking in her bed, and we both loved it. We’d only done it once before, but I wasn’t going to waste the opportunity. I told him to meet me there while I ran for outfit number two.

This one was a favorite of mine: a shelf bra that pushed my tits up and left my nipples out, a tiny thong, stockings, and garters. Filthy and feminine.

When I walked into Mom’s room, he already had the blankets pulled back. His eyes lit up when he saw me.

I dropped to my knees and took his half-hard cock in my mouth, humming softly as I tasted the mix of his cum and my pussy still clinging to it. That flavor never disappointed me.

It didn’t take him long to get fully hard, but I kept sucking, deep and greedy, until I couldn’t wait anymore.

He stood, and I stood with him. His hands stripped me down in seconds.

I climbed onto the bed, lay back with my knees up, legs open wide. He got between them and slid in like he belonged there, his cock hard and hungry.

My hands cupped his face, and I stared straight into his eyes. “Fuck a baby into me. Please… fuck a baby into me.”

His hips started to roll, deep and slow, as he growled, “I’m going to cum in you so many times your eggs won’t stand a chance. You’re gonna be pregnant before Monday morning.”

That set me off.

I started whispering, moaning, begging for it. All that filthy talk between thrusts—how I needed to be filled, how I’d keep every drop in me, how swollen I’d be when he was done with me.

My legs ended up on his shoulders, ankles pinned back near his ears, as he began pile-driving his cock into me.

I reached up, grabbed his nipples, gave them a firm pull—and that did it.

His back arched, his hips slammed into me, and he groaned with every thick shot of cum pouring into me. It was hot and endless and deep. He stayed right there, panting like a dog, sweat dripping onto my tits while his cock pulsed inside me.

I didn’t move.

That angle was perfect—his load couldn’t go anywhere but deeper.

Eventually, he collapsed next to me. I rolled onto my side, cupped his cheek, and kissed him.

“Can we fuck in here one more time this weekend?” he asked, breathless.

“How about right now?”

I wanted to see how those pills were working. I reached down, lifted his cock off his leg, and wrapped my lips around it again. That taste… that mix of my pussy and his cum… addictive.

I gave him the most aggressive blowjob I could manage—his balls in one hand, the head of his cock in the back of my throat, bobbing like my life depended on it. And sure enough, that little blue pill did its job.

He was hard again. Standing tall. Thick and shiny.

I was ready for round two on Mom's bed!

"Doggie"

"Sure" he said as he started to get up into position. 

I stacked up some pillows to lie my chest on to help keep my ass up and my head down. He slid into me and started at a nice, steady pace. After a few minutes, I asked him, "Can you do me a favor?" 

"Fuck a baby into you?"

Laughing, "Well, that too, will you stick a thumb up my ass?" 

Without saying a word, pop, in it went!

I love how that feels! His hips rocked back and forth, pumping his cock in and out of me. He was doing all of the work, I just got to be there and enjoy myself. Enjoyed it I did! The pressure built up inside of me until that wave crashed through my body. My pussy clamping down on his cock and my asshole around his thumb. 

I started getting more vocal, moans, groans, talking to him, and more. His pace started to pick up as time went on until he was really getting after me again! I knew he was close when his thumb left my asshole and his hands landed on my shoulders. 

The thrusts became more deliberate until he pulled me back tight onto him, and that all too familiar push and grunt began. For the third time that morning, he was trying to fertilize my eggs. 

When he was done, he flopped next to me again and told me he needed a break. His hands were shaking. 

"Relax a few minutes, and I will make us some lunch." 

We had lunch and hung out a while, giving him time to recover. 

After lunch, we went downstairs. I put some gangbang porn on the TV and went into my room and changed. 

I came out of my room wearing a red thong and matching bra and some heels I found at a thrift store. 

I handed him another little blue pill and a glass of water.

He took it without hesitation, his eyes still glued to the screen where the girl on TV was getting absolutely destroyed by six black cocks. She was stretched wide, drooling, dripping, begging for more while they pounded her from every angle.

We sat on the couch together, my hand resting in his lap. I gently cupped his balls, fingers lightly stroking the skin while I watched the porn with him. I didn’t say a word—just sat there like a good little slut, keeping him warm until the pill kicked in and his cock was ready again.

It didn’t take long.

As he started to stiffen, he leaned in and asked, “Can I ask you for something?”

“Anything,” I said immediately, turning my head toward him.

“I don’t want to eat your pussy because of the pies I made,” he said. “I just… I really want to lick your ass for a while.”

God, the way he said it. His voice was low and eager. It made my skin tingle.

“OF COURSE!” I smiled, already standing up. “Get ready.”

I peeled off my red thong slowly and let it drop to the floor. Then I crawled onto the couch, knees spread wide, arms down, ass in the air. The same position I’d watched the girl in on the screen—but this time, it was all about me.

He didn’t waste any time.

His hands grabbed both cheeks and pulled them apart, and then his tongue was on me—long, slow licks over my asshole, warm and wet and relentless. He ate my ass was his favorite thing in the world.

I couldn’t help but moan. Loud. Deep. There was something so filthy about it—my pussy still full of his cum from earlier, and he was face-deep in my ass, groaning as he worked.

Fifteen solid minutes.

Fifteen minutes of being rimmed like it was the only thing that mattered.

He spread me wider, buried his face deeper, tongue pressing the tight ring, licking me like he was trying to taste the inside of me. He even started talking between licks—saying how good I tasted, how perfect my ass was, how he could stay back here all day.

I knew he wanted to fuck me in the ass, but that was for another day!

His cock had gone rock hard again somewhere in the middle of it, and when he finally pulled away, his face was wet and flushed and so fucking ready.

He got up behind me, gripped my hips, and mounted me like an animal.

No slow buildup this time. No teasing.

He shoved his cock straight into my wet, messy, already-fucked pussy—his own cum still warm and thick inside me—and let out a loud groan as he bottomed out.

“Jesus fuck,” he hissed. “You’re still, FUCK…”

I moaned into the cushions. “Fuck me, Harder. Breed me again.”

That lit him up.

He started fucking me hard, deep, his balls slapping against my clit with every thrust. One hand gripped my hip, the other grabbed my hair and yanked my head up enough so I could see the porn in front of us again—another girl begging to be used, her face covered in cum, screaming with pleasure.

“You want to end up like her?” he growled in my ear.

I nodded frantically. “I want your cum. I want to be filled with it until my body can’t take it anymore. I want it to fertilize my egg!"

He slammed into me harder, faster, like something had snapped loose inside him. The couch creaked under us. His cock punched into me again and again, and I felt every thrust, every pulse, every wet sound as he bred me like it was his job.

My legs were shaking. My arms were weak. I couldn't even hold myself up anymore—just a fuck toy on display, face down, ass up, getting pounded by my brother.

And then I felt it—that deep thrust, that hard pull against my hips, and the flood as he emptied his balls inside me again.

“Fucking… take it,” he growled, his cock buried so deep it felt like he was in my womb.

His hips jerked with each spurt, each shot of cum pumping into me, on a mission to my ovaries.

When he was done, he didn’t even pull out right away—just collapsed on top of me, his cock still deep inside, breathing hard, hands trembling.

“Fuck…” he whispered. “We still have… what… five rooms to go?”

I laughed, breathing hard. “Something like that.”

We decided it was time for a change of scenery.

Still naked, still a little sweaty, I grabbed the futon mattress from the utility room and we dragged it upstairs and into the garage, still half-hard and still panting from everything we’d already done. The air out there was warm and still, just a little humid—perfect. I hit the button to raise the door just a little bit and stopped it.

We laid the mattress down right in the middle of the concrete floor. The lighting was harsh, unflattering, and completely exposed. I loved it.

I pulled out the plug—one of my biggest—and showed it to him. His eyebrows went up, and he smiled.

“Lay back,” I told him, kneeling between his legs.

He did exactly what I said, and I took him into my mouth right away. He was softening, but not for long. I sucked him slow and steady, letting my spit run down the shaft while I cupped his balls and massaged them. I wanted him hard. Rock hard. Because I had plans.

As he grew in my mouth, he reached down and slid his fingers between my cheeks. One soft stroke over my asshole, and then he was spreading me again. His face came close, and just like before, he dove in.

God, that tongue.

He ate my asst—slow and deep at first, then fast and messy. I was bent forward, ass high, moaning around his thickening cock while he rimmed me like it was the best part of the meal. Every lick sent a pulse straight to my pussy.

When I was good and wet, and his cock was heavy in my mouth again, I reached for the plug and handed it to him.

“You ready?” he asked.

“Do it.”

I braced myself as he lined it up and pressed the end of it against my little brown butthole. It stretched me wide, deliciously slow, until finally—with a pop—causing me to YIP!

I moaned deep and low, holy fuck, that thing is big.

He pulled me up and kissed me hard, fingers sliding between my legs to tease my pussy.

“Get on your back,” he growled.

I lay down on the futon, legs open, heels on the edge of the mattress, plug still snug inside me. He moved between my thighs, cock now fully hard and throbbing.

“You look so fucking bred already,” he said, eyes locked on my pussy. “Stuffed full of cum, wearing your plug like the slutty sister you are.”

“I am,” I...