I caught my sister’s husband balls-deep in some slut at the bar, and the second I told her she didn’t cry—she just looked at me with that cold fire and said, “Fuck me until I’m pregnant. Make it his problem.”
We didn’t waste time. The second the door shut behind us at her place she yanked her dress off and bent over the kitchen table, ass up, already dripping. “Do it raw,” she hissed. “Fill me so deep it sticks.”
I dropped my jeans and slammed into her in one thrust. She was tight, hot, and furious. Every stroke was revenge—my cock pounding the wife her lying husband had disrespected. She pushed back hard, grunting, “Harder, brother. Make me leak your cum for days.” I gripped her hips and railed her like I wanted to break the table, balls slapping her clit until she screamed and came, pussy clamping down and milking me.
I didn’t pull out. I buried myself to the root and unloaded, flooding her with thick, hot ropes. She stayed bent over, panting, letting it all sit inside. “Again,” she demanded. “Keep breeding me until it takes.”
We moved to the bedroom. She climbed on top, sank down on my still-hard dick, and rode me dirty, tits bouncing, telling me every filthy detail of how her husband had fucked around while she stayed loyal. “Now his wife’s getting knocked up by her own brother,” she moaned, grinding her clit against me. “Gonna have your baby and make him raise it.”
I flipped her onto her back, folded her legs to her chest, and fucked her deep and mean. Every time I bottomed out she begged for more cum. I gave it to her—two more loads that night, thick and heavy, until it was leaking out around my cock and running down her ass. She scooped some up and licked her fingers clean, eyes locked on mine. “Tastes like payback.”
We kept going for weeks. Morning, noon, night. She’d text me at work—“Come fuck a baby into me before he gets home”—and I’d show up, bend her over whatever was closest, and pump her full. Sometimes she made me stay inside after I came, holding her hips so none of it escaped. She wanted it to take. She wanted to be round and obvious, wanted the whole world to see the evidence of our revenge.
When the test finally turned positive she sent me a picture of the stick and the words “Your cum won.” That night I fucked her even rougher, hands in her hair, telling her how her belly was going to swell with my kid while her cheating husband watched. She came so hard she shook, sobbing my name, thanking me for ruining her for anyone else.
Nine months later she was hugely pregnant, glowing, and still insatiable. Her husband never found out who the father was. He just had to live with the consequences while I kept breeding my sister whenever she wanted—raw, dirty, and full of the same revenge that started it all.
