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I'm glad to see the site is up and running again. I wanted to write a story to celebrate it being back up, but didn't get a chance until now. As usual,this story contains my kinks: pregnancy, incest and watersports. And I threw in some lesbian action too, for fun.

I watched one of the impreg vids before writing the story so that I would be turned on and hopefully the story would reflect this.

- Erica S.

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I enjoy being a lesbian... really, I do. Walking in a mall with my girlfriend, both of us wearing sexy, 'fuck me' outfits, turning guys (and a few women) on, then kissing or feeling each other up and watching their expressions... yeah, I love that.

Ever since I got pregnant, though, Krista - that's my girlfriend - has been wanting to make more and more public displays of our togetherness. At first she just liked to walk with her arm around me, then it was holding hands, now she has her hand planted on my ass anytime we're in public. But I like it.

I guess I should tell you how I got pregnant. I'd been wanting a child for ages, but Krista wouldn't hear of doing it the old fashioned way - she wanted us both to go to a sperm bank and for both of us to get knocked up by the same guy's sperm so our kids would be blood relatives. It sounded good, but then we discovered she had some problem with ovulation, and even fertility drugs couldn't make her eggs ripen.

Holding her as she cried about it made me feel guilty that I could have kids, especially since she told me in between sobs that since she couldn't have kids, she didn't want me to have any either. Yeah, right. Like that was going to stop me.

I kept an eye out for an likely guy, but it was closer to home that I found the perfect specimen... my half-brother, James. We had the same father but different mothers, and hadn't grown up together. He was older than me by four years, and while we got on well, I'd had to endure a lot of teasing when I was young, about how my 'tits' looked 'so fine', how my ass was developing, and how my 'pussy' would soon be ready to be fucked.

He was married now, but I couldn't bring myself to care as I knocked on his door one Saturday when his wife and kids were out of town.

'Hey.'

'Hey, Alisha.'

'What you up to?'

'Nothing,' he said. 'Just watching the game.' He sprawled onto the couch again.

'Uh huh.' I stood in front of him in my mini-skirt and halter top. 'Do my tits still look fine?'

He sat up a bit. 'What?'

'I said, do my tits still look fine?'

'I haven't heard your girlfriend complain,' he said pointedly.

I stretched the halter over my C-cup tits. 'She loves them,' I said. 'Can't get enough. Too bad I don't have any milk; she'd suck them dry.'

James was only wearing boxer shorts and a tank top. 'What the hell are you doing?' he asked, sitting in order to cover up the hard-on he was getting.

'I'm asking you if you like my tits.'

'Just... sit down. Don't ask me that.'

'Why not?' I loosened the halter and pulled it away, my full tits springing into view. 'You're the one who told me someday my pussy would need a cock.'

'Oh, geez.' His hand went to his crotch as he grabbed his dick.

'I'm getting wet just standing here,' I said. 'Thinking about your cock and my pussy.'

'You're crazy,' he said, still covering up his hard-on.

'I want your cock in here,' I said, lifting my skirt. I wasn't wearing underwear. 'Look? I'm all wet and ready for your monster to sliii-iiide into me.'

James gripped his cock at the base. 'Don't... please...' he said.

'You want it, though.' I came closer and moved his hand away. His cock was really big, hard and red. I pulled his boxers away from it completely. 'Look at this; it wants me.' I leaned down and licked the purplish head.

'Oh...' he groaned. I climbed onto the couch and straddled him.

'My pussy needs your cock,' I said, grabbing it and lining it up with my wet hole.

I wasn't a virgin, but I liked women much more than men, so it had been a while. The delicate tissues in my pussy protested as they were stretched around my brother's monster tool. Even so, I kept going until he was all the way inside. Then I moved up and down a little, testing. I was so wet that it immediately felt good.

I had my head thrown back in ecstasy as I fucked myself on his cock, his hands finally coming round to grip my hips and hold me steady. 'Oooh... oooh...' I moaned as we went at it.

'You... fucking... slut...' he groaned as he pulled my hips up and down, my cunt massaging his penis, forcing him closer and closer to cumming.

I jammed my hand into my own crotch and frigged my clit for all I was worth as he humped up into me, fucking his own half-sister. 'Aaah... aaah... AH!' I mewled, cumming even as he grunted, grabbed my hips hard enough to bruise, and began emptying his balls into my hole.

'Ah!' That was me.

'Urg...' That was James as I finally came down from my high and collapsed next to him.

I was drifting nicely when he suddenly asked, 'Why?'

I decided to lie. 'Just curious all these years, and then Krista went out and I was bored and horny.'

'It can't happen again,' he said.

'If you say so,' I said, knowing that if I wasn't pregnant, I was going to keep coming back until I was.

But I didn't need to. My own brother had done a great job of knocking me up.

When Krista, who didn't like men at all, found out, she became very insecure. She was always convinced I was going to leave her for some sugar-daddy or something.

'You're mine,' she said as she licked my clit, her hands covering the little bump that was my brother's baby.

'Yes,' I agreed, not caring what she was saying as long as she didn't stop.

And this is how we ended up at the mall, me seven months gone in a short maternity dress, no underwear, with her hand on my ass. I knew what we looked like, and I liked it.

We found a booth in a cute little restaurant for lunch and sat together at the back. Krista's hand was on my pregnant belly the entire time we were ordering our drinks and then our food. Finally, when the waiter had left, I said, 'You don't have to worry, I'm yours.'

'You're damn right,' she said, sliding her hand out of sight behind the tablecloth and under my skirt. 'I'm going to frig you the entire time we're in here, and you're going to sit there and take it. You're going to be polite to the waiter and eat your food with my hand in your cunt, how's that?' And then she did it! I could feel her fingers sliding between my folds even as her thumb began to message my clit.

'Krista!'

'Quiet, slut!' she hissed at me. She'd never called me that before, and it startled me.

'What...'

'I said quiet. You're mine, you said so. So shut the fuck up and don't cum until I say.'

I swallowed hard, but obeyed.

She continued to masturbate me, so slowly that the pleasure built up until it was so intense that I could barely stop myself from cumming. 'The waiter is watching, you know,' Krista said gleefully.

'Wh... what?' I could hardly think of anything except her thumb on my clit and her fingers in my cunt.

'He's watching. He likes it.' And with that she leaned over and gave my nipple a quick squeeze with her other hand.

'Ah!' I squealed; I couldn't help it. I was right on the edge of a devastating cum, but I knew that if I let go and came, Krista wouldn't be happy. She'd told me I had to wait for her to let me cum.

'Does Alisha wanna cum?' she asked in a baby-tone.

'P... please...' I panted.

'Ask nicely,' she said, still using that tone.

'Let... let... please... p... please, let... letmecum!' I gasped.

'No.' Her fingers abruptly stopped their ministrations.

'K... K... Krissss... ta!' I begged.

'The waiter's gone back into the kitchen,' she said.

I waited, her fingers completely still in me, for the waiter to come back out. At this stage I didn't care about anything else, I just wanted to cum.

'Ah, there he comes with our meals,' Krista finally said, busily fingering me again. 'Now, when he gets near to the table, you can cum. But don't make any loud noise.'

The waiter seemed to be walking in slow motion, but finally he got close enough that I jammed Krista's hand against my crotch, threw my head back and made a keening sound as I came... and came... and came!

I opened my eyes, still breathing heavily, to see the waiter standing there staring.

'Don't mind her,' Krista said. 'Pregnancy hormones, you know.'

I couldn't do anything except sit there limply.

'Eat up,' Krista said as the waiter put our plates down and *rushed* from the room.

Somehow, I managed to mechanically eat my lunch, my cunt still tingling from Krista's clever fingers.

We hadn't quite got to dessert when I felt the need to pee. I'd peed before I left, but the baby was pressing on my bladder. 'I have to go to the bathroom,' I said to Krista as I tried to get up.

'No,' she said, grabbing my hand so that I sank back onto the padded bench seat.

'I have to go,' I said.

'You have to what?'

'Pee.'

'I want you to use a different word, since you're mine now.'

I knew Krista liked dirty talk, but she had never asked me to participate in it in public before.

'Say it,' she said.

'I have to piss,' I said obediently.

'I want you to piss right here,' she said.

'Krista, no...!'

'I'm in charge from now on, slut,' she said, 'and you'll do exactly as I say unless you want me to report you and your cheating brother to the cops.'

What had happened to the friendly, somewhat insecure Krista I knew? But I knew she'd do it - she could also be very stubborn and forthright. James and I could get jail time, and they might even take my baby away. I couldn't allow that.

'Okay,' I said. I paused. 'Please let me go in the bathroom to pe... piss.'

'No. You'll do it here or hold it.'

'You know I can't hold it,' I almost wailed.

'Then go ahead. Piss.'

Mortified, I inched my ass to the edge of the seat. Krista looked down. 'I want your skirt under you. I want to see how wet it is when you get up. I want everyone to know my slut lesbian lover can't hold it.'

I tugged my dress until the skirt portion was under me.

'The front too.'

I pushed the front into my crotch.

'That's good,' Krista said. 'Now do it.'

I tried to relax, but it was difficult. I had a lifetime of training to overcome. Fortunately, the baby was pressing so hard on my poor, full bladder that when I finally managed to let go, the pee - the piss - gushed out of me in a strong stream, wetting my dress, part of the seat and my shoes before running into the floor.

'Oooh, that's so good,' Krista said dreamily. 'That's hot.'

I shifted uncomfortably as she beckoned the waiter over and asked for the check. 'You're paying,' she said.

I signed the credit card slip when it came, and meekly followed Krista out of the restaurant. The back of my dress was still dripping and the front had a large damp patch on it. As we passed some elderly people, Krista said, 'Your water break, Alisha?'

'I... I think so,' I said.

I heard murmurs of sympathy as we left the mall.

'You see? I can still be nice. I could have made some remark about how you can't control yourself.'

As mortifying as that had been, part of me had LOVED it. Loved the freedom of just doing what I was told and not having to think at all. 'I almost wish you had,' I said as we got in the car - Krista not caring that the pee - piss - would get on the seat, since it was my car. But she got in the driver's seat.

Before pulling out of the parking space she turned to me. 'Really?'

I nodded my head, ashamed and enjoying it. 'I've never been so turned on or so free. I belong to you.'

'When we get home I'll have a surprise for you.'

I leaned my head back on the seat and drifted off slightly, limp and tired from my orgasm - cum - and subsequent activity. I dimly heard Krista speaking to someone on her cell, ordering them to be at our apartment in fifteen minutes.

When we walked in, me with my dress still wet - I found James sitting on our couch looking agitated.

'What the fuck happened to you?' he asked me.

'Your sister can't control herself. She pissed herself while we were having lunch.'

I turned red, but I could feel my pussy getting wet again. Why was I loving this so much?

'Why am I here?' James asked.

'She needs a good fuck from a hard cock, can't you tell?' Krista asked haughtily.

'Fuck you, bitch,' James said, but before he could leave Krista spoke.

'I'll report you to the cops.'

James's hand dropped from the door handle. 'You wouldn't.'

I found my voice. 'She would. She made me do... this,' I indicated my wet dress, 'by telling me she'd do it. I... I believe her. They could take it away,' I said, hands going to my stomach in a protective gesture.

James turned around and he looked furious. 'You blackmailed the woman you claim to love, made her pee herself, by threatening her baby?'

Krista shrugged. 'You fucked your own sister.'

'You fucking cunt,' James said.

'Fuck her now or I will call them.'

I pulled the dress over my head, standing there with nothing on. 'Please.'

'I... I can't. I'm married; I love my wife.'

'Yeah, you sure showed how much you loved her when you knocked up your own sister,' Krista added meanly.

I went to the couch and lay down on it, spreading my legs so that my cunthole was at the edge of the couch. 'Please fuck me,' I begged. 'Please.'

James had no choice. He unbuckled his belt, pulled his pants and underwear down to his thighs as he knelt in front of me, jacking his cock to get it hard. 'Your girlfriend is a bitch,' he said, entering me in one thrust.

'I love... her,' I managed, not looking at James but at Krista, standing there watching us with a satisfied look on her face.

It didn't take James very long to cum as he fucked me with determination, lifting my legs around his waist. I locked my ankles together, pulling him to me with every thrust.

Finally we both came with loud groans of pleasure as Krista stood there, her hand in her own crotch.

James was about to get up when Krista said, 'I think the slut needs to piss again.'

And it was true - I did.

'Stay there,' Krista ordered. 'I want to see her piss on you.'

'No,' I said, struggling to get up. But James pushed me back.

'It's okay. Do it so we can get it over with.'

I relaxed and the piss gushed out in an arc, wetting James from the midriff down.

I heard a groan and saw Krista leaning against the wall, her hand busy in her crotch. She was cumming from watching us. I liked that. I wanted to please her. 'Now, you do it to me,' I told James.

'What?'

'Piss on me. I want you to.'

'You two are sick, sick bitches,' James said, but at the same time he was standing up and aiming his cock at me.

Then golden piss erupted from it, wetting me from my tits to my hole, and I loved it. I knew I'd want more.

Once James had finished painting my entire large tummy with piss, he worked his way down first one leg and then the other. By the time he was finished the floor, the couch and I were drenched.

James went into the bedroom, and when he came out he was wearing one of my over-sized men's shirts and a pair of maternity pants. They didn't look too bad. At the door he turned to me, still lying there in a puddle of piss and cum.

'See you next week.'

I looked up at Krista, the person I really belonged to. I knew she'd be counting the days too.