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you barely notice what she says as your big sister picks you up. god, has she always been this strong? you feel yourself being gently lowered onto plush pillows and the softest sheets you’ve ever laid in… god you must’ve drank too much no wonder she’s putting you to bed. but… you only remember having 1 drink…

you feel a tug on your waistband, she’s trying to pull your pants off. bleary minded you think how nice it is that your sister wouldn’t let you sleep in jeans…. then you feel her fingers hook under your panties. you try to move away but she just shushes you…

“hey hey, it’s ok, just let me do this… let me do this for you…”

m-maybe she’s just going to get you different clothes…. you do your best to convince yourself but now…. those lingering glances, her comment on how good your boobs were looking in your top, her insistence on you drinking…. you feel the cold air on your girlcock as she pulls your panties off, a shiver going up your body that chills you to your bones.

you try to sit up, to move to adjust to try to just go to sleep, maybe she’ll just leave you alone? you try to make a move but just as quickly you feel intense pressure on your chest… she’s pressing you down with one hand.

“come on, baby sis, just be a good girl for me… please?”

you’re just paranoid… she’s obviously is just annoyed you’re fighting so hard while she’s trying to change your clothes…. maybe you should just give in… she’s just your sister it’s not like she would ever…

you’re thrust upwards, a hand behind your back and you’re sat up and relieved of your shirt before you can even process she’s taking it off… oh god… you’re naked… like fully naked… in front of your sister… and it’s getting you hard.

you try your best to cover yourself, extremely embarrassed that you’re getting turned on by your sister of all people… when she grabs your wrists and pins them above your head, readjusting to hold them together with one hand. your eyes finally fully open at this, your worst fears are being confirmed.

“i’m sorry, baby sis… i just… i can’t stop myself anymore… i want you… too badly…”

it takes you a second to realize she’s naked too, and you look for far too long… eyes lingering on her tits, so much bigger than your small budding ones, but you recognize how similar your nipples look to hers… then down between her thighs, a mess of dark hair obscuring her pussy from view. you shove all dirty thoughts from your mind, and try your best to ignore the intense guilt from how much your girl cock is pulsing looking at your sisters cunt… it’s too much….

you struggle against her, trying desperately to move your hands to cover your growing arousal, and realize you can’t. you put everything you have into another burst of struggling, trying your best to focus on getting away before you- SMACK!

“Hey! Hey… baby sis… Quit struggling… we both want this it’s ok… just let me do this for you…”

you feel the warmth emanating from your cheek… s-she slapped you… like not a joking slap between siblings like you’d done before but…. a real slap… with all her power… small pinpricks of pain bubble up all over your cheek, the pain is one of the only sensations you can still feel in your state, it grounds you.

“Now,” your big sister says, strattling you, “be a good girl and take it.”

she reaches down to her cunt, hovering inches above your throbbing girlcock, and touches herself looking down at you… a crooked smile on her lips but darkness in her eyes. you feel a drip of her wetness escape and land on your girlcock and you whimper… fuck it shouldn’t feel good…

“i know, i know,” she says, “you wanna feel too don’t you?”

before you can shake your head no you can feel her slender fingers wrap themselves along your length…. and slowly bring the head up to her pussy, lightly grazing your cock around her slit. you try to hold yourself back from bucking your hips… you- you shouldn’t want this… she’s your sister she’s…. she’s taking advantage of- no… she’s raping you… you should fight back you should tell her no you should-

“please…” you hear yourself almost whispering… “please, big sis… please… rape me…”

she looks at you with puzzled eyes for a second, stopping the movement of your cock, then looks down hungrily at your body, your breasts, your stomach, your cock… as if she knows it’s all hers to take now…

“now that’s my good girl,” she says, not even looking up from your cock, “of course you’re the kind of perverted slut who wants to get raped by her own sister, aren’t you?”

you try your best to fight back again, no you… you shouldn’t be begging for this… you should be yelling at her telling her no! what are you doing??

“n-no!! i-i don’t want it… i-i can’t want it- i shouldn’t-“

before you can even finish your protestations she puts the head of your girlcock in her slit, rubbing it back and forth along her entrance and then to her clit, until settling your cock in just the right position.

“no no, too late to cry now,” she says as she forcibly takes your cock inside her pussy, her warm wetness surrounding you, “you’ve already begged so nicely to rape you… how could i refuse my sweet baby sister….”

you go limp… the only feeling left being the intense pleasure of your sisters wet cunt engulfing your cock… you can’t help but whine and pant and buck your hips even harder…

"mmm... hey squirt, what's up?"

you frown, burying your face in your stuffed animal, too embarrassed to admit you had another nightmare and couldn't get back to sleep. your big sis picks up on your reluctance and raises her arm, lifting the blanket and inviting you into her bed

"come on then, kiddo. it's late..."

she trails off with a yawn as you pull yourself up into her bed, snuggling close to her as she drapes the blanket over the both of you. it's warm, and her scent surrounds you, your nerves quickly soothed by the closeness to your sibling. you feel her hand fiddling with the hem of your shirt, sliding up your back to run her nails gently across your shoulders. your back arches slightly, a small squeak escaping your lips as you sister chuckles, pulling you closer as she scratches your back

you sigh at her touch, her warmth, her smell, and you bring your thumb up to your lips for comfort. your mom says you're too old to suck on your thumb, but your sister never bullied you about it. she shifts in her sleep, giving you a kiss on the top of your head as she settles back onto her pillows

"y'know sis... I'd let you nurse, if that'd make you feel better..."

you briefly stiffen at her quiet words, glancing up at her. you've only done it once before, when a particularly bad nightmare had you panicking, and the two of you never mentioned it since. your sister shifts, leaning up slightly to pull her shirt up over her boobs, letting the soft, perky mounds free. you stare at her puffy nipples, lips tingling at the thought of getting to nurse on them again

you feel a hand on the back of your head, a gentle pressure guiding your face to her exposed chest, her nipple poking your cheek before you shyly open your mouth and take it in. instantly you feel soothed, a balm on your soul as peace floods your mind. you hear your sister sigh, her hand lightly scratching the back of your head as you settle comfortably against her. already you feel yourself getting drowsy, surrounded by your sister, her warmth, her weight, her smell and her taste all curling around your heart

"you have such beautiful eyes"

working up to

"you're such a piece of fucking bait in that outfit, asking me to rape you like a good girl"

realizing that her gock is hard, leaky, and pressed firmly right against your ass. that's ok, she's asleep and doesn't realize. it's just a biological response.

pretending to go back to sleep as you hear your sister's breathing hitch. she murmurs a "hey, are you awake?" not loud enough to wake you normally, but soft enough that you could hear her.

at no response, you feel her shuffle around a little, the sudden warmth of her bare skin on the lower half of your body. you feel her fingers hook around your waistband and begin to pull. you stay quiet and pretend to keep sleeping in fear that you'll make her upset or scare her.

feeling her pull down your pajama pants and panties as she lets out a soft gasp at your perky, bubbly ass. her hand grabs it and squeezes it softly, and you try not to make a sound or show any sign of stirring.

Thinking about sitting between my brothers at a restaurant as they play with me under the table while around their friends. They know that their sister is a hypersexual girl. They always see me squirm and squeeze my thighs together. They have seen how I soak through my panties and shorts at times.

They can't help themselves one day and while out with their friends one of my brothers places his hand on my thigh. Leaves it there for a while just playing with the fat on it. They know my cues, the squirming, squeezing of the thighs, the shaky voice, and he sees me deep into thought. His touch is not making anything better as he spreads me a little more. I glance at him as he casually keeps talking with his friends.

He runs his fingers over my already wet panties. I bite my lip trying not to whine as he pulls them to the side. I look around shyly and grab his wrist but it's nothing. He slowly rubs my clit and keeps talking until he's sinking his fingers into me. I gasp softly but play it off with a shy smile and giggle. Their friends are still not noticing I'm getting fingered by my brother.

My other brother next to me suddenly notices but doesn't say anything. He just smirks and grabs my thigh, placing it over his, and casually spreading me even more. The place is loud so no one can hear how wet my cunt sounds. My brothers make me order my own food as I stutter and squeak softly. His fingers curving just right and my face is flushing. Everyone thinks it's so cute and that I'm just shy.

Then I feel another hand on my cunt and tense up. I wasn't going to last as my other brother starts to rub my clit. I cover my face with my hand casually as my other brother guides my other thigh over his too. Thank goodness for the way this table is set up no one can see me spread open getting my cunt rubbed and fingered. I try to keep casual as I smile and talk but my face is so flushed. My breathing is getting harshed, it's getting hard to keep my voice controlled, and I'm starting to squirm even more.

I glance at my brothers and try to close my legs but they don't let me. I wasn't going to cum so casually from this, this was a big build up. Luck being on my side suddenly they start singing happy birthday to someone. Everyones attention turns to that side of the restaurant and my eyes flutter back as I let out a small squeal. Cumming all over their fingers and even onto the floor. No one can hear how I cum thanks to the loud singing. I'm panting and shaking as they slow down their advances with smirks.

I try to regain myself as everyone goes back to their casual things. They bring over the food causing my brothers to pull away. I watch as they casually suck off their fingers. I blush when their friends think they just tried whatever they ordered and they respond about how amazing it taste. Halfway during our meal they'll reposition me, this time switching places. Having to eat and try not to choke as they play with my cunt all over again. This time being more sensitive so it's harder to hide my reactions.

While I like the idea of a heavily pregnant prince, his gravid belly swollen with one huge dragon egg, I also REALLY love the idea of the dragon filling him with smaller eggs that maybe grow over time or that he can't really feel just yet.

With the one huge egg, the prince knows right away that he's pregnant. Which is also good. The waddling as he tries to get used to the new weight in his womb, the shifting as he tries to get comfortable, the odd cravings that all just come so quickly.

With the tons of smaller eggs, he might suspect something, feel something shift in his womb throughout the days and nights as the eggs multiply, feel himself slowly get heavier and hungrier as he eats for more and more of the dragon's hatchlings inside of him. He'll rub his growing belly, drink tea to try and soothe it. He'll be horrified to discover that his clothes don't fit, as his previously taut belly swells to a gravid, swollen, pregnant bump. He's trapped in the tower, the dragon's curse wearing him down. The only thing stopping him from leaving is his heavy, continuously swelling belly. Maybe he's scared. Maybe he's curious. The eggs move inside of him like they're fighting for room in his womb.

When the knight comes to save him, he's shocked at the prince's state. He looks like he's swallowed an over-inflated basketball. He can hardly get up to walk around the tower now, his clothing riding up his belly. Porcelain plates are scattered around the tower, left there since he can't bend over to pick them up anymore.

The prince looks so happy to be saved-- but first, he needs the knight to rub his belly. He can't even do it himself anymore, unable to wrap his arms around the size of his belly. He's embarrassed, sure, but he's desperate. He asks you to oil it, and you're not one to deny the prince.

The prince is rescued. That's what you're there to do. But neither of you know when he'll need to push all of these heavy eggs out.