Pregnant and Hornier Than Ever at My Parents’ House
No one prepares you for what your body asks of you once you’re past your due date. I was forty-one weeks and three days along, carrying twins, and the only thing I knew for certain was that I had never been so horny in my life. Mateo said it was the hormones. I knew it was something deeper, something that had awakened inside me and that I had no intention of putting out. My cunt was swollen and wet from the moment I opened my eyes until I closed them, and just brushing my nipples against the fabric of my robe was enough to make a moan escape me.
We had moved into my parents’ house for the last few weeks. The hospital was ten minutes away, my mother could lend me a hand, and my husband had taken vacation so he wouldn’t leave my side for even a second. That was the official excuse. The truth was that neither of us wanted to put the brakes on what was happening between us beneath the sheets.
Because despite the weight, the discomfort, and being unable to find a position to sleep in, all I could think about was fucking. It was a physical, urgent, almost animal need. I needed a cock inside me, in my mouth, between my tits, anywhere. And Mateo, far from tiring of it, was delighted. He confessed as much one night while stroking my enormous belly and slipping two fingers into my cunt with his other hand, curling them until he made me tremble.
“I don’t know how to say this without sounding crazy,” he murmured, not stopping his slow pumping, “but I don’t want this to end. Seeing you like this, so horny, so mine, your cunt dripping all day… I’m going to miss getting you pregnant.”
If only he knew I was thinking exactly the same thing.
We had agreed to close up shop with these two. But there in the darkness, with his fingers wet to the knuckle and my hand wrapped around his hard cock, we were both changing our minds without daring to say it out loud.
***
The problem was that the babies didn’t want to come out. They checked me every two days, and it was always the same: minimal dilation, contractions that came and went without settling into a pattern, perfectly normal vital signs. I had become the longest twin pregnancy my doctor had ever seen in her entire career. And I refused to be induced or have a C-section. As long as there was no danger, I was going to wait for them.
What the doctor couldn’t quite believe was when I swore to her that I was having a tremendous amount of sex and that even so, nothing was happening. She was missing one detail. She needed to know that there were four of us involved in the matter in that house, and that my cunt had been sucked and filled with semen so many times over the past few weeks that I’d lost count.
Because living with Mateo and me were my brother Tomás and his girlfriend, Rocío. She was a nurse, specifically one who attended births, and ever since they had come to live with us, the walls of the house had stopped keeping secrets. I heard them fucking like animals every night. They heard me asking Mateo to put it in harder, not to stop, to fill my ass with his milk. And from hearing one another so much, something had ignited between the four of us that none of us had ever fully put into words.
***
It was a Friday night when everything sped up. We had eaten dinner, my parents still hadn’t come home from work, and I had had an incredibly long afternoon. Mateo had taken care of me a couple of times before going to the supermarket: the first time, I sucked him until he came twice on my tongue, and the second, he had me ride him sideways, because my belly no longer allowed me to face him, until he unloaded a thick stream inside me that trickled down my thighs for quite a while.
Taking advantage of the fact that we were alone for a while, Tomás had given me some quick relief with his mouth while I was leaning against the edge of the sofa. I remember it perfectly: he lifted my robe, carefully spread my thighs around my belly, and buried himself in my cunt. He licked me slowly, sucking my swollen lips one by one, then plunged his tongue inside me, and finally caught my clitoris between his teeth with the delicacy only he possessed. I grabbed his head and rode his face shamelessly until I came in his mouth, my legs trembling and my belly contracting on its own. He swallowed everything, wiped himself with the back of his hand, and planted a kiss on my navel before lowering my robe as if nothing had happened. And still I wanted more. My cunt was throbbing and my tits were hard as two stones.
In the middle of dinner, I felt the strongest contraction yet. I froze, gripping the tablecloth, waiting for it to pass. Twenty minutes later, another came. Then a third. For the first time, they were coming one after another, with a rhythm that seemed real.
“Sister-in-law,” Rocío said, setting down her fork, “do you want me to check you? You were three centimeters two days ago. The doctor said to take you to the hospital when you reached seven.”
“Yes, please,” I answered. “Check me.”
Tomás and Mateo helped me reach the bedroom, settled me on the bed, and went out to leave me alone with Rocío. I was wearing only a robe, so it was easy. She sat beside me and began putting on her gloves.
“Rocío, wait,” I stopped her, feeling my face burn as I said it. “I don’t want the gloves. I want to feel your fingers.”
She laughed softly, that laugh I knew from hearing it on the other side of the hall at midnight.
“All right, sister-in-law.”
She opened my legs with both hands, looked closely at my cunt, and let out a sigh I knew very well.
“Look at you, for God’s sake. You’re dripping.”
She started with one finger, testing me. I was so wet it went in effortlessly. She inserted a second, reached my cervix, and announced that I was already five centimeters. She kept them inside me, still, measuring, while I wanted to move over them like a bitch. At that moment, another contraction hit me, and a long groan escaped.
“Do you want me to help?” she asked, and we both knew she wasn’t talking about the pain of labor.
“Please,” I begged. “Suck it, Rocío. Take the pain away with your mouth.”
Rocío lowered her head and went straight to work, without preamble. She opened my cunt’s lips with her thumbs and licked me from bottom to top, slowly, savoring me. Then she buried her tongue inside, moving in and out as if she were fucking me with it. By then she knew my body better than I did; she knew exactly where to curl her fingers and where to press her tongue. She climbed onto my clitoris and sucked it as if she were drawing out its juice, her lips forming a tight circle around it, while she inserted three fingers and moved them in a hook against the spot that made me lose my mind. I came immediately, hard, soaking her hand up to the elbow and pushing her face with my hips. This had been happening to me for weeks: pleasure overwhelmed me in a way I had never imagined before, and every orgasm was longer and wetter than the last.
“If you keep coming like that,” she joked, wiping herself on the sheet and licking her lips, “we’re not going to know whether your water has broken or you’re just coming.”
“I swear I never felt anything like this before you two,” I panted, my legs still spread and my throbbing cunt exposed.
She stayed quiet for a moment, stroking my thigh and playing with a finger at the entrance to my cunt, barely slipping it in and out.
“Have you talked to Mateo about the plan yet?” she finally asked.
“I told him I want a peaceful birth, without so much medication. What I didn’t tell him is that I want you and Tomás to participate too,” I said with a smile. “I’d rather let things happen naturally, so he doesn’t see it coming.”
“And your parents? I’m embarrassed around them.”
“That’s why I’m going to ask the doctor to give the instruction in front of everyone,” I said. “They’ll see it as something medical and not as a perverts’ whim.”
Rocío burst out laughing, kissed my forehead, then each of my nipples, and went out to update the others, her fingers still shining with my juices.
***
When Mateo came in, he found me still shaken, my cheeks flushed and my robe half-raised.
“How are you, my love?” he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Fine, but I need to tell you something, and I’m asking you to take it for what it is.”
“You’re scaring me.”
“Don’t be scared. A little while ago, when Rocío was checking me, a very strong contraction came and… I asked her for help.”
“What kind of help?” His voice tightened slightly.
“Well… the kind of help that eases the pain,” I said, looking him in the eyes. “She sucked my cunt until I came in her mouth. I trust her completely, and she’s a professional.”
There was a silence. I watched his chest rise and fall. But it wasn’t anger taking shape on his face; it was something else, something darker, hotter.
“Are you telling me my sister-in-law ate your cunt?” he asked slowly.
“Yes. With her tongue, with her fingers, with everything. And she made me come like a madwoman. Please don’t be upset.”
“I’m not upset,” he said, his hand seeking mine while the other was already dropping to adjust the bulge of the cock outlined in his pants. “We’d already talked about it. Whatever it takes so you don’t suffer, we’ll do it. Even if half the family has to relieve you.”
“And you wouldn’t mind if it were my brother either?” I said, playing with fire as I ran my hand over the fabric and squeezed him.
Mateo swallowed. Beneath my fingers, I felt his cock turn rock-hard at the mere thought of it.
“Maybe we should find out,” he replied, and we both laughed, though he was already undoing my robe to bury his face between my swollen tits and suck my dark nipples until I arched my back.
***
Close to midnight, I convinced my mother to go to bed. I assured her that Rocío was just across the hall, in Tomás’s room, and that I would shout if anything happened. Luckily, my parents’ bedroom was on the other floor, far from any noise.
At last we were alone. Mateo and I settled down to try to sleep, him spooning me from behind, his hand on my belly. But as soon as silence fell, we began to hear them. First Rocío’s muffled moans. Then the rhythmic creaking of the bed on the other side of the wall. And then my brother’s hoarse voice telling her to spread her legs wider, that he was going to put it all the way in.
Mateo tried to pretend he was asleep. His body gave him away: his cock hardened again between my buttocks, pressing into the cleft above the sheet. I rubbed myself against him without hiding it, feeling the bulge settle exactly where it belonged. I saw my chance.
“If only we were their age with this belly, right, love?” I whispered.
“They remind me of us when we were dating,” he replied thickly, already thrusting against my ass.
“No, they’ve got us beat by a mile. You have no idea how many times I had to listen to them alone when you weren’t home. How many times I fingered myself while listening to my brother make her scream on the other side of the wall.”
“If it bothered you, you should have told them.”
“It didn’t bother me,” I confessed, rubbing against him and lowering my hand to grab his cock through his underwear. “Quite the opposite. It turned me on the way it’s turning you on now. My mouth watered thinking about how big Tomás must be.”
I felt him give in. His mouth sought my nape, then my shoulder, while on the other side Rocío’s moans grew louder and the headboard began striking the wall at an increasingly rapid rhythm.
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” we heard her shout, muffled against the pillow. “Break me, Tomás, break my cunt.”
And as if my body were answering hers, my belly hardened with another contraction.
“Put it in me,” I asked, taking his hand and guiding it to my soaked cunt. “Put it all the way in. I don’t want it to hurt so much.”
Mateo pulled off his underwear in one motion and pressed himself against my entrance. I was so wet that he sank in with a single thrust, all the way to the bottom, making me release a moan that was half pain and half glory. He penetrated me from behind, slowly at first, kneading my swollen tits with both hands, pinching my nipples, matching his rhythm to mine and to the rhythm against the wall. Then he began fucking me harder, pulling almost all the way out and driving back in with a sharp snap of his hips that made my soaked thighs splash.
“That’s it, give me more,” I begged softly. “Harder. You won’t break me.”
“You’re so tight, my love,” he panted in my ear. “With that belly and you still suck my cock like you did the first day.”
For a moment, the moans from both rooms competed to see which were more obscene, and I swear they tied. The pounding of the bed next door, the pounding of ours, Rocío’s voice screaming for him to split her open, mine begging him not to stop. My orgasm arrived just as the contraction faded, a long explosion that shook me from my feet to my tits, and for a moment there was silence on my side, just the trembling of my cunt squeezing Mateo’s cock until he groaned against my neck. He held back; he didn’t come. He wanted more. On the other side, the music continued without pause.
“My God, those two really fuck,” I murmured, still trembling, his cock buried inside me without moving.
“Tell me something,” Mateo said, licking the sweat from my shoulder and pushing again, just slightly, to remind me he was still inside. “Did you ever actually spy on them?”
I laughed, caught out, squeezing him with my cunt to provoke him.
“Just once, months ago, when I could still move around easily. I saw Rocío riding him face-to-face, her tits bouncing in his face, while Tomás grabbed her ass and lifted her up and down on his cock like she was a toy. I was embarrassed and left, but I stayed nearby, listening, with my hand inside my pants, rubbing my clitoris until I came while biting my lip.”
“Holy shit,” he groaned, thrusting harder at my words. “You’ve become a different person, and I love this stage of you.”
“I hope I keep it after I give birth. Put it in me, give me all of it. I want to feel it inside me. Fill me.”
“And if you don’t,” he replied, pulling me against him and driving his cock in to the root, “I can always get you pregnant again. Look at you. I’ll fill you again and again, until your cunt never stops dripping my milk.”
I took his hand to my mouth and sucked his fingers while he thrust faster and faster, until I felt him swell inside me and unload in hot waves that filled me completely. He came moaning my name against my nape, squeezing my belly with both hands as if he wanted to empty himself down to the last drop. Just then, on the other side of the wall, Rocío’s voice shattered the night for the third time.
“Come inside me, Tomás. I want you to get me pregnant. Fill me completely; don’t pull out.”
Mateo and I looked at each other in the half-light, unable to believe what we had just heard, his cock still buried in me and his semen trickling between my thighs.
“Did she say what I think she said?” he asked.
“Word for word,” I replied. “Looks like I’m not the only one who got turned on by this pregnancy thing.”
“If they keep this up, soon she’ll have her belly up to her neck too,” he laughed, finally pulling out and letting his semen spill down my legs.
And the mere thought of both of us being pregnant at the same time, in the same house, with our two men taking turns filling us, turned us on again until exhaustion finally overcame our desire.
***
The next day, after nine, neither couple had left their room. I was dozing in Mateo’s arms when a contraction dragged me from sleep, and I let out a moan that this time contained no pleasure at all, only pure pain. I hadn’t had time to stimulate myself.
From the other side, I heard movement, footsteps hesitating in the hallway. I knew Rocío; she would be wondering whether to knock or wait. I gritted my teeth and asked Mateo to lower his hand, and as soon as his fingers found the exact spot, two fingers sinking in to the knuckle while his thumb brushed my clitoris in circles, the pain transformed into something else. My moan changed halfway through, and from the hallway came my sister-in-law’s knowing laugh; she had understood everything without needing to open the door. I came like that, quietly, biting Mateo’s shoulder, his hand soaked and my hips moving on their own over his fingers.
By noon, when Rocío finally came in to check me, the contractions were already coming every fifteen minutes and growing more serious. I had progressed barely another centimeter, and she knew from experience that at that rate there could still be many hours before I was able to push.
“I have an idea,” she said, sitting on the bed and lowering her voice. “I’m going to call the doctor in front of everyone, in the living room, with your parents there. Let her give the order that you need to be stimulated to speed up labor. That way no one suspects, and all four of us can help you without it seeming like what it is. We can suck your cunt, finger you, fuck you if necessary, all on medical orders.”
I looked at her, and for a second I forgot the pain.
“You’re the best nurse in the world, sister-in-law,” I told her.
“I only say that because you love me,” she replied, winking at me and running a finger over my cunt’s lips before covering me with the sheet. “Now rest. This is just beginning.”
And as I heard her dial the doctor’s number in the hallway, using the most professional voice in the world, I smiled in the darkness of the room, knowing that the longest—and hottest—night of my life was still to come.
