This is part one of a longer story. If you've read any of my other stories you might be familiar with my husband Carter and myself. This story will involve the two of us, and Carter's cousin Skylark who is pregnant.
If pregnancy or the incest angle isn't to your liking check out some of my other stories and keep checking back because I have plans to write in a lot of categories.
It begins with just Skylark and myself, but the rest of the story is already written and will be published here shortly. Thanks for reading!
IsabellaEmily
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Skylark showed up on our doorstep on a cold rainy night. She was soaking wet, crying, and almost three months pregnant.
Skylark is my husband Carter's cousin. She's twenty-nine years old, a porcelain skinned, red headed beauty with striking blue eyes, an intelligent mind, a shapely body, and a sense of humor that favored sarcasm and sexual innuendo.
Skylark's parents had died when she was young, and she'd been raised by Carter's family. Despite him being ten years older than her they'd always gotten along, and he absolutely adored her. They'd drifted apart a bit when she moved out west to go to college and we moved down south, but when things got bad for her, she'd turned up on our doorstep knowing he would help her.
Her parents had left her a considerable trust fund when they died, and she would never have a financial worry for the rest of her life. After college she'd found work as an artist. It didn't pay well, but she was talented, enjoyed the work, and didn't need an income.
However, on the weekend that she discovered that she was pregnant, she also learned that her boyfriend and the father of her child was married. Since she knew she could afford the baby she knew she would keep it. But getting over the heartbreak of being in love with a man who turned out to be a liar was tougher than she thought it would be.
She cried for two weeks and then decided she needed a change of scenery. She'd thrown a change of clothes in the car and drove more than twenty-four hours straight through to get to her cousin Carter, the one man she'd always been able to count on.
By the time she pulled into our driveway she'd convinced herself she'd made a mistake by showing up unannounced. So we found her on the front porch, crying, embarrassed, wet, cold, single, pregnant, and feeling all alone and foolish.
Carter and I immediately put her in a hot shower, and then a warm bed. The next afternoon she told us the whole story and we insisted she move in with us for as long as she needed to.
And so she did. Her pregnancy progressed healthily along, and her outlook on life returned to one of optimism and hope. She and I spent time in our heated pool every morning, took long walks around our property, and were getting along fabulously. I was making a great new friend, and she and Carter were re-bonding.
The only downside was the dent that having her with us put in our sex life. Before her arrival Carter and I walked around our house and secluded property mostly naked. We'd grown accustomed to fucking anywhere and everywhere that the mood struck us, and to say we were noisy about it would be an understatement.
We also swing a bit and have regular pool parties with a few other couples where everyone ends up naked and playing.
Now we were sexually confined to our bedroom, and I especially was having a hard time orgasming without yelling and screaming. As much as we loved having Skylark with us, we were both anxious for the day when we could resume our pursuit of perversion and kink right out in the open. Even though we were fucking almost every night, we were both feeling a bit stifled.
One afternoon when Skylark was out with her realtor looking at houses and Carter was at work I settled in with an erotic novel and a cup of coffee. One thing led to another, causing Skylark to get home earlier than she'd expected to and finding me on the couch fantasizing about Carter and his best friend having their way with me. I had a vibrator buzzing between my legs, beads in my anus, and a vibrator in my mouth while I moaned my way towards a desperately needed orgasm.
She was embarrassed.
I was embarrassed.
She apologized.
I apologized.
She made a filthy joke about me being a degenerate. I told her she had only scratched the surface of my degeneracy.
"I am sincerely sorry though." she said again. "You have every right to play, especially in your own living room."
"Well if you're around long enough eventually you're going to catch me in every room of the fucking house." I said with a grin.
"Maybe if you let me know which day you plan to be in which part of the house I can better time my entrances." She stated.
Her formal tone made me start to laugh, and before long the two of us were giggling like idiots. I finished pulling the robe on and put both vibrators on the coffee table, next to my butt plug and the lube.
"I hate to break this to you," I said, "but this is usually a daily thing for me. And if I'm alone I tend to do it all over the house."
She grinned again. "Daily? Not only am I impressed, but I'm also downright jealous."
"What can I say?" I replied. "I have a really high sex drive and I crave a lot of different kinds of release."
"That certainly makes me feel a bit better about my own weird cravings." She replied. She moved to one end of the couch and sat down.
"Weird?" I asked.
She laughed again, and I could see her make her mind up to share something with me.
"Let's just say that my current condition, combined with my regular urges, has left me fairly unsatisfied in that department." She answered, while patting her considerable baby bump.
"Well Skylark I might have a solution for you. But please know right up front that I'm a pervert." I told her. "Any advice I can come up with won't be very vanilla. And please know you're welcome in our home whether you take my advice or not. You are family and nothing is going to change that!"
"You have no idea how much I appreciate you both." She said.
"Well, for better or worse, here's my advice," I began.
"As long as you're not about to suggest masturbation." She interrupted, "I've had my fingers inside my panties practically every night since I've been here, and I've had to replace my vibrator because I wore it out. I'm having plenty of orgasms, if that's even possible."
"Okay," I laughed, "we'll skip my lecture on the merits of vibrators. Why don't you tell me a bit about what you're craving? What isn't satisfying about the orgasms you're having?"
She blushed, turning a deep crimson which highlighted her natural pale features. With her red hair, blue eyes, pale skin, and embarrassed flush she looked positively exotic. Without thought I reached out and took her hands in my own.
"I've always liked sex." She continued. "A lot. Hell, I had multiple orgasms the night I lost my virginity, and that frat boy had zero clue what he was doing. Just the feeling of being fucked did it. I've had orgasms with every man I've ever been with. Some were talented lovers, but even the ones that weren't got me off over and over."
She took a deep breath and then went on, "My body just responds really well to being fucked. When I started dating that fucking sperm donor, he and I did everything two people can do to each other. And I miss that so much. Not him though. Just, well, it's hard to put into words. Fuck, this is hard to talk about."
"It's okay," I squeezed her hands and gave her what I hoped was a reassuring smile. "there's nothing you can tell me that will shock or offend me."
"Fine. I'll just say it." She looked me straight in the eyes and held my gaze. "I miss being fucked. I miss real cock. The feel of a real, live man pushing a real, live, throbbing cock into my body is not just something I miss, it's something I need."
She looked like she was about to die of shame, as if she'd admitted that there was something wrong with her. I pulled her to me and gave her a hug, holding her close to let her know that I valued her honesty.
"First of all, Carter and I have no judgements to make about anyone else's sex life, or their desires, or their kinks or fetishes or inclinations or orgasmic needs." I told her.
I continued, "We are far from vanilla ourselves. In fact, when it's just the two of us here we usually run around the house naked and are very openly sexual and kinky with each other." I gestured at the sex toys on the coffee table "In fact I'd like to show you something."
I took her hand and pulled her to her feet and led her down the hall to the master bedroom. I took her to the foot of the bed and opened the large hope chest that sits there. Her mouth opened in shock, and she looked at me and then back to the contents of the hope chest.
It was filled with vibrators, dildos, cock sleeves, wands, and some restraints. It is also stuffed with some old comforters and blankets that we use as sexual drop cloths, to keep lube, and other bodily fluids off the bed. Sitting on top of the pile of folded blankets was a double ended dildo that was about two feet long, two different floggers, and a ball gag.
While she was staring at our collection in awe I went and opened our middle set of closet doors. The first thing she noticed was the leather whip hanging on the inside of the first door. And then her eyes took in the rest of the closet.
Hanging inside were several outfits that I use for roleplaying with him, or if I just want to dress sexy while I play online. Sexy skirts, shirts, bras, nylons, and thigh high socks paired together in clear garment bags to assemble outfits as varied as superhero, sexy librarian, slutty nurse, prim teacher, skimpily dressed country girl, and even a horny mom.
Along with a variety of boots on the floor, there were also several leather items that run the gamut from sexy to downright intimidating. On the shelf above the hanging clothes were clear plastic bags filled with dozens of pairs of sexy panties. Some cost good money, and I wear those to the club, or in a cam show, or just to drive him crazy. Some are inexpensive and those are the ones I wear to swinger parties where I might want to give a particularly attentive partner a souvenir, or if I suspect that they'll end up saturated in cum or other bodily fluids, or if I think they'll get torn.
