Horny Pregnant Wife
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Chapter 11
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 11 - Leah is horny and pregnant, luckily her sister Lynn shows up to help her out
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The church bells chimed, echoing through the hollow halls as Leah adjusted her maid of honor dress, the tight fabric clinging to her swollen belly. She could feel the eyes of the guests on her—mocking, judging, but most of all, excited. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast to the pristine white of her dress, which did little to hide the curve of her hips or the fullness of her milk filled breasts straining against the bodice.
Lynn stood at the altar, radiant in her wedding gown, her lips curled into a smirk as she locked eyes with Leah. The younger sister’s triumph was palpable, her victory over Leah complete. Bryan, Leah’s ex-husband, now Lynn’s husband, stood beside her, his hands clasped around hers, his face a mask of smug satisfaction. Leah’s stomach twisted—not just from the pregnancy, but from the humiliation of it all. Lynn had made a necklace for Leah to wear, it hung to her cleavage at the end was her old wedding ring minus the diamonds, and several charms that said Tranny cock sucker, Loves daddy’s cock, eats mom’s shit, pussy licker, dog fucker and pregnant slut. Lynn had told her she had more charms but didn’t want to over due it as she laughed and put it around Leah’s neck.
The vows were exchanged, the kiss lingered a second too long, and then the newlyweds turned to face the crowd. The guests erupted into applause, their laughter ringing in Leah’s ears as Lynn’s voice cut through the noise.
“Leah,” she purred, stepping forward with a wicked grin. “Why don’t you get us all started with a little entertainment?”
Leah’s breath hitched. She knew what was coming. The blackmail had been relentless—photos, videos, threats of exposing Leah’s deepest secrets if she didn’t comply. And now, on Lynn’s wedding day, the final humiliation was about to unfold.
Without hesitation, Leah dropped to her knees on the polished wooden floor, the cool surface sending a shiver down her spine. She reached behind her, unzipping the dress and letting it slither off her shoulders, pooling around her waist. The room gasped. Her tits spilled free, heavy and swaying as she arched her back, her belly rounded and exposed.
“Please,” she begged, her voice dripping with false submissiveness, “who wants to fuck me first?”
The crowd erupted in cheers, their voices a cacophony of lust and mockery. Leah crawled toward the center of the room, where a massive bed had been set up—just for her. She climbed onto it, her ass high in the air, her pussy glistening with anticipation.
First, it was her father Jim, his thick cock already out, his face flushed with arousal. He didn’t hesitate, slamming into her tight ass with a grunt, his hands gripping her hips as he fucked her like the desperate slut she was. The room roared with approval, their laughter echoing off the walls as Leah moaned, her fingers digging into the sheets.