With his chest puffed up, shoulders out and back, he watched her fellate him in the afternoon sun. The shimmering green from the lagoon complimented their natural eye colour so lovely as she worked that proud manhood of his.

  Zach gave such low, delicious grunts and groans of pleasure as she served him, and he ate it up. He was returned victorious, and she was his, paying her respects. Those sweet lips of hers the most perfect reverence.

  Nothing else mattered. Nothing. And as her sweet lips brought him to such heights of pleasure he took a tight hold of her hair and yanked her head off his dick. There were no words as he moved about her, twisting her into position simultaneously. This was better done with pure force, rather than words, he thought, and he pushed her face down to the sand as he knelt behind her, that slick saliva coated member throbbing for something else. Something more special still.

  She gasped as her body flattened into the sand, her knees and arms splayed to try to keep her balance. She was desperate for breath, or perhaps her heavy breathing was just the simple awareness of what would come next. She knew what he was going to do, yet she didn’t protest. She didn’t complain or push him away.

  Her firm ass was stuck into the air, her sweet pussy laying just beneath, glistening with her own arousal. Such a lovely sight it made for him as he held her face down in the sand, though he took only mere moments to appreciate it in his state, for he was drunk on his own victory. His own power.

  When he sank that wide cock of his into her it was with a loud, throaty moan. “Yesss,” he hissed, and immediately began to pound into her, the motions of his hips fast and hard without any buildup or easing it in. Just the loud slap of his balls striking against her clit moistly to announce his intents as he gripped her hip.

  “I’m the greatest,” he husked as he yanked her hair, the command to repeat it implicit.

  His sister made the lewdest moan he’d ever heard, and it was like sweet bliss hanging in the air. But it wasn’t what he wanted. It wasn’t enough. Another tug and her throat tensed as the words bubbled forth off her peachy lips.

  “You’re the greatest!” she replied with such enthusiasm and need.

  Hearing her say that, even forced as she was, made him moan in satisfaction, his cock throb in delight. “Sissss,” he hissed again, and he fucked her harder, for no other reason than he wanted to pound home his dominance, his control. His triumph.

  Zach let go of her hip to strike her ass cheek so brutally hard. “Fuck yeah,” he called out and she felt him tense within her, his cock twitch and without delay she knew he was spewing his load into her without pretense of anything this time. He was fucking her to breed her, because she was his, and there was nothing more to it.

  She whimpered as she felt him shudder, yet he swore that her pussy was clenching him tighter, even as she moaned his name. Even as she sounded so unhappy, her body slammed against his.

  It never stopped there though, so drunk on his own glory he continued with his rough handling of her. He yanked back her hair so that she felt some of the strands tear out of her scalp, his thick cock pounded so roughly. “Who do you belong to, sis?” he demanded the answer as he pounded her down into the ground, her breasts mashed to the hot sand as he took her with a sort of savagery she’d not yet known from him. “Who owns you?!”

  She was such an independent woman, his twin sister. It made those words even sweeter. “You!” He didn’t figure she’d bother placating him, for she never had before, and that was even better. She believed it. He could tell she did, as her flesh was pounded and scraped so brutally, her pussy turning reddish with his force.

  The Zach she knew so short a while ago would’ve been tender with her. Would’ve taken care, for how much they’d fucked she was sore and in pain. Yet now he hammered her with unknown savagery, as wild as the beast he’d slayed. “Damn right,” he grunted, and she never felt that cock inside her soften or shrink, not even for a moment.

  His tan, gorgeously sculpted male physique was primed, hard and ready. He was at his peak. Never would he be so virile and in command as that moment, it seemed. For how could he? This was the greatest high conceivable, and he struck her again with a loud resounding slap against her ass in celebration of it. “You’re mine, bitch!” he called out amidst the harsh sounding slaps. Then he yanked on her hair, pulling her neck back as he growled down at her, “You’re mine to ride and breed forever, sister.”

  She gasped and whimpered, trying to pull away from him, but it didn’t matter. He was holding onto her, and her meagre wiggles weren’t enough to fight him off. Not by a long shot. Her golden hair was tangled between his fingers, her face towards the tropical sky, and they made the picture of perfection.

  He knew it. People would kill just to see the beautiful twins fucking on the tropical beach, to see him take his independent sister and make her his. To get her to understand her place as his woman. His wife, and sister, and lover.

  With the tang of the boar’s blood still in the air, she felt him cum again in his ravaging of her, and there was never any doubt as to where he unloaded it. Her beast of a brother was taking her for all she was worth, and she doubted he’d ever slow down.

  The months on the island since they’d discovered each other sexually had been like something from another world. The twin siblings no longer lived a life that resembled their old one. No longer professional athletes on their way to college, they were now like wild things.

  The two of them so browned by the sun, his body so hard and muscular. His hair had grown long and golden, like a thick lion’s mane about his neck. The boar’s meat added to their diet so that he’d grown bulkier with muscle, and they knew enough of how to dry and store it so that it lasted them a long time with their fish and fruit.

  He’d even discovered a method of tracking the boars and finding the delicious tubers they ate, thereby adding something else to their diet.

  It was hard work when it needed done, but it rarely did. It was easy to supply for them, left them with so much free time. Free time to rut like beasts, mostly.

  Though on a rare moment he instead guided her through the jungle to the beach shore. She’d not been there in a while, since her pregnancy had gotten so advanced. But lingering in the grotto by the lagoon had worn on her nerves, he could tell. So though she’d never ask, he took her for a walk, the two nude lovers–and siblings–walking side by side. The spear in Zach’s hand as he led her along protectively. There were, after all, other boars on the island.

  “Careful of the shells on the beach,” he reminded her in his deep voice as they neared the edge of the tropical trees.

  She knew. She was the one that told him about it, but she didn’t argue or tease him. Not anymore. Instead she just moved closer to his, her arm entwined with his body as her green gaze went everywhere. He could tell she was happy, even if she didn’t speak much anymore. She didn’t need to.

  Not with how well he understood her.

  Her long hair was almost to her nude bottom, her body having lost some of its athletic tone since she’d swollen so large with child. Her free arm coddled that large, firm flesh and felt the baby move within her, its foot pressing against her hand. She didn’t fret about it any longer.

  As soon as they came to the beach he turned her towards him and smiled down so full of self-confidence. “Here we are, sis,” and there was deep, tender affection in his eyes despite his stern look, his calm control.

  He stuck the end of the spear into the sand and put both hands upon her. He squeezed one of her milk-engorged breasts and stroked over her smooth belly. “This is going to be the most beautiful, perfect child ever to grace the earth,” he declared with certainty, so smugly confident in the fruits of their incestuous loins as his own prodded up to life against her thigh.

  They’d been out there a full year, and she knew his body so well. Her hand fell to his cock and gripped it so perfectly. He’d taught her everything she needed to know about pleasing him, spent hours coaching her and making her into his image.

  The perfect woman.

  Her breast leaked its milk over his hand, dribbling down the digit as she stroked him. “It won’t be long,” she murmured as her swollen womb brushed his abs.

  There was no shame, no hesitation. Not anymore. The island was theirs, the ##world was theirs. And thanks to his insistence, they had reclaimed some innocence, some ability to live on it freely and without hesitation to indulge their baser instincts.

  “Not long before I have to fill you with another,” he boasted confidently as she so expertly handled his cock. The constant fucking of nearly nine months had given them plenty of time to master so much of each other’s bodies.

  With a husky groan he bent down and put his lips to her free teat, suckled at it blatantly in the mid-morning sun. He was unbothered by drinking his sister’s milk, he’d made that clear before. Claiming it as another fruit of his ownership of her that he’d take as he saw fit.

  That soft little “Ah,” the way her nipple hardened against his tongue spoke of her own lack of concern. At first she’d protested, ashamed and afraid, but he enjoyed it, and just like everything else, she had succumbed and learned to take her own pleasure in it. Her breasts were so large, bigger even than they had been prior to her pregnancy, and they sat atop that pregnant swell in such a suggestive manner.

  Her nipples were a darker brown from the sun, from the pregnancy, and stood out so prominently as they hardened, leaking that sweet milk onto his tongue. It was so perverse, so wrong, yet they didn’t care. They’d lost their shame together, and they had no desire to learn it again.

  Zach squeezed and groped her tit and ass cheek so lewdly as he drank. It was only when that skillful twist and pump of his thick cock became so tantalizingly pleasurable that he could no longer ignore it that he had to stop. He licked about his lips and groaned with satisfaction, “C’mon. I need to dump a load in you before we go any further,” and his hands had already begun to gently but forcibly guide her body to the sand to her hands and knees.

  She was less graceful, her balance set off, but that only worked better for him. She was so much more pliable and agreeable as her knees spread, her milk spilling into the sand as her breasts swayed beneath her body. She was already soaking wet for him, her pussy lips glistening beneath her round ass.

  Her blond hair spilled over her bronzed cheeks and her breathing was so much louder, even against the crashing of the waves along the shore.

  Zach never grew tired of that sight. Of seeing his sister bent over and willingly presenting herself for him. Her puffy pussy lips so swollen and red from his frequent use of her. Even as she’d swollen with his incestuous child he’d not ceased taking her again and again each day, his young male virility knowing no bounds.

  Though even he, as strong and savage as he’d become, played a bit gentler with her as he slid that thick, engorged cock into her moist lips. Such a deep, unrestrained groan filled the air as he took hold of her hip and hair, using the long strands like reins to control her. “Can’t wait for you to pop so I can fit more of my dick back in you,” he husked before beginning the motions of his hips, fucking her openly upon the beach with a tug of her hair. The fullness of her womb didn’t let as much of his length into her as he used to be able to get in.

  Yet she still moaned with that wanton need, her toes curling into the sand. They were perpetually nude, always fucking, yet it had only gotten better. He knew just the places to hit to remind his sister of why she wanted to please him. To remind her of her place.

  It was bliss to take over her life, to make her his and be able to play her body with such ease. He knew her inside and out, and yet they never tired of one another. Well, he never tired of her.

  Zahra’s moan cut through the air as he tugged her hair again, that sound like a drug as her cunny squeezed him, sending tendrils of ecstasy up his length.

  Sweet bliss inside his own sister, that was the only way he could describe it. He held her tight as she gripped him so exquisitely. That tight clench prompted him to increase his pace, the bucking grown a little harder, a little too hard as he bumped into her deeply, painfully. But he groaned with such satisfaction, his dick swelled with such hunger inside her. “That’s it, sis. My sweet lil’ cum dump,” he crooned affectionately in that harsh manner of his. “My personal sister slut,” and he punctuated his degrading words with a slap of her ass.

  She used to whimper, and protest. She used to hate those cruel words, but instead they simply made her moan louder, her back arching as he spanked her. He could see the blood rush to her flesh, reddening it in the shape of his large palm, marking his sister physically.

  Just like her pregnant swell that hung towards the sand. Her fleshy tits bobbed back and forth as he fucked into her and she cried out, “Cumming!”

  He’d hit that special spot within her, and combined with that harsh slap, it was all she needed to come crashing down around him, her body singing in exquisite bliss, transcending to another plane around her brother’s cock.

  Zach loved that feel, the warm flood of her honey across his dick and flooding out to his balls. His eyes rolled back as he groaned aloud, “That’s it. Cum on my dick, bitch.” But he was already losing his own resolve, and his cock twitched within her tight cunt, so stiff and hard.

  In a moment it went over that precipice, spasmed erratically as he pumped his full load into her warm depths. “Thaaat’s it,” he said, his hand pulled back on her blonde hair as he did, forcing her to acknowledge his own release as he shot his seed into her already pregnant womb.

  She was like a weak little ragdoll bobbing against his cock, her body flushed from the orgasm. She was having trouble even keeping herself up on her hands and knees until she felt that harsh tug of his hand in her hair. “Zach,” she moaned out. His name almost sounded like a hymn, a beautiful praise made just for him.

  They lingered like a while until the satisfaction of their fucking bled from them gradually. He pulled her back, his cock still lodged inside her quim, and he put his arm about her chest and held her to his. “Good girl,” he husked and kissed her neck, brushing the golden hair out of the way. “I love you, sis. So much,” and the simple words, uttered in such a hard, deep voice, were nothing but pure, tender truth. She felt it radiate off him as he cradled her pregnant stomach so gently.

  Her lashes fell over her green eyes as she moved back into him, her body so warm from the sun, from the fucking, from her love. Her palms rested on the back of his hands and she smiled so serenely. “We should stay the night out here, enjoy a piece of our old home for a change,” she murmured in her sex laden voice.

  Zach bit her ear, tugged the lobe then let it snap back. “Maybe,” he said in response. Then with a squeeze of one of her heavy, milk-laden tits he slid out of her, leaving her to drool his thick cream as he stood. “Let’s go down the beach towards the old spot then,” he said, and he pulled her up to her feet with ease, a smooth smile on his face.

  She seemed so much heavier, so much more exhausted after their fucking, but her smile never faded as she moved against him while he grabbed his spear. She leaned on him a little bit more, her arm cradling her pregnant stomach as her cunny oozed his cum down her thick thighs. Her breast milk dripped slowly over the round swell of her breasts, but she paid it no mind.

  They were lost in their own blissful little reality. Zach kissed her temple and smiled, looking excited for the prospects of what was to spring from their loins.

  They had let down their guard so much that they hadn’t noticed what awaited them. Not the boat off the coast as they rutted like animals, nor the men on the shore until they were nearly upon them.

  It was then as the two groups stared at one another that the old reality sank in. Just like that, in the blink of an eye, the old world shame hit them as they stood, arm in arm, nude and still damp from their incestuous breeding before a group of unknown men. They were staring at them as if they were some savages out of a movie.

  Zahra’s arm immediately slipped up, cupping her breasts as she looked towards Zach, her lip trembling.

  About the Author

  Candy Quinn loves writing naughty, dirty stories - both short and sexy, and long and scandalous. Lots of taboo pregnancy, discipline, and first time virgins fill her filthy mind, which she loves to share with you. If you need something to scratch that secret itch, turn to Candy!

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