The Next Step

Although I've taken more creative liberties with the following story than with its prequel, "Self Esteem," still the basic events below did happen as related. The names "Adrienne" and "Rick" are pseudonymous. If you're into both BBW and incest, enjoy!

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The morning after we first had sex, I woke in the arms of my gorgeous, chubby younger sister. Lilith lay curled against me, naked, her head on my chest and one leg on top of mine. She was breathing heavily, and I could smell beach-salt in her hair—plus sweat from a long, taboo-breaking night. The sheet had slipped almost completely from her body, and summer sunlight played across the curve of her hips; her huge, heavy, more-than-triple-"D"-cup breasts; and her soft, round, inviting belly.

What a beautiful, amazing girl, I thought. Yesterday's events played through my mind: removing her bikini bottom, flirting in the ocean, kissing. Sucking her nipples. Cumming in her mouth. My semen glistening on her breasts, pooling in her navel. Fucking her tits. Fucking her pussy. Hours of glorious incest. "Drew," I asked myself, "what are you doing? What good can come of this?" But then she shifted a little, uncovering her fat, forbidden cunt—and I knew that, wherever this was going, I was going with it. Lilly was my sister, and I would never hurt her. But I had to fuck her again. I had to fuck her now.

I ran my fingers through Lilly's dark hair, kissing her forehead. Still sleeping, she lifted her chin and let me nibble her lips—responding lightly at first, then more hungrily. Even before opening her eyes, she parted her legs a little. I gave her pussy one playful lick, then put her hand on my cock. Half-consciously, she guided it into her. Only when I was balls deep in my voluptuous sister did Lilly fully awake.

"Uhhm! Good morning, Brother dear," she purred. I slammed her pussy, hard, and her massive breasts heaved. In the soft sunlight, I admired the lines of her skin, her nipples' tiny pores.

"Good. Morning. To you. Sis," I replied, thrusting, pounding her cunt with all nine inches of my dick. Why was she so attractive to me? "How does it feel, waking up to your brother's cock?"

"Uhmm. Arousing! How's it feel to penetrate your sister in the light of day?"

"So wrong! I love it. I love fucking your pussy. I love you, baby sis." Changing positions, I rolled her onto her side. Her enormous breasts and large belly cascaded onto the mattress, her navel disappearing between two voluptuous, oh-so-feminine chub-rolls. Her long dark hair streamed down her back and over her shoulder, one lock trapped between her fat tits. I pulled a thick thigh on top of me for better access to her cunt, and bit her lip. "I fucking love having my dick inside you," I growled into her ear. "My dick belongs in you, Lilly." She whispered back, "You're so hard, Drew. Keep screwing me, Drew."

"Oh, you're not getting out of this," I teased. "Not my little sister. Sluts like you don't get to choose. I can't not fuck your curves. You need to take it, Sis. Every fucking inch. Feel it? Give me your slutty wet pussy."

"Drew, ohh, that's right," Lilly whined. "I'm a slut; your sister-slut. I need incest."

"You love your brother's cock."

"I love it."

"I do have principles, you know. But you're too hot for principles! Too voluptuous! Too fucking pretty! Take my dick!"

"Drew! I want you to cum in my pussy...."

"Ughh." We kissed madly, our bodies slapping. Beads of sweat gleamed on Lilly's large brown nipples. Her chubby, pink pussy lips devoured my long, thick cock.

And then she started to cum, her orgasm rippling through her body and making it jiggle even more. Her pussy clenched. I clapped a hand over her mouth so our parents wouldn't hear—and furiously drove my shaft in and out, in and out of my sweet, loving little sister. Then, when her moaning subsided, I rolled her back onto her back, forcing her thighs open and against the bed. I grabbed as much of tit fat as I could with one hand and as much belly fat as I could with the other—and came. Looking deep into her dark eyes, I loosed all inhibitions. I filled my sister's soft body with a flood of incestuous cum.

We lay panting for a few moments, holding each other. Then Lilly said, "Did you have any dreams?"

***

Of course it's illegal, but I had to marry her. I knew already—and I still know, eight years later—that Lilith was my soul mate. Maybe I always knew, even when we played together as children. How many couples can say so much? We had always loved each other, had always been best friends, and this new development felt absolutely natural. The day after we first had sex, still at the zenith of the incest haze (roughly equal to the sex-haze times the degree of sibling-love), we took a long walk on the beach. Lilly's body issues seemed to have evaporated, and she even laughed when Mom pestered her about losing weight. As we walked, Lilly found a piece of green sea-glass, rounded and thickened by years underwater. That night I stole it, and the next day took it to a jeweler. On our last night at the beach, I proposed.

Lilly, Mom, Dad, and I were sitting on the upstairs veranda, watching the sunset. Lilly wore a grey sundress over her swimsuit, and I kept slipping my hand under the hem and tickling her when our parents weren't looking. Finally the sunlight was almost gone, and Mom and Dad went downstairs to make dinner and fix themselves drinks. Lilly and I stayed to watch the stars appear. As Venus rose, I leaned over and began to kiss Lilly; she warmly kissed me back. "I love you, Lilly," I told her, simply. "I love you too, Drew," she replied. "Of course."

Suddenly I was on my knees, taking her hand. I produced the ring—green glass in a tracery of white gold—and heard myself say, "Lilith, I'm in love with you. Forever. Will you marry me?" Lilly gasped, said, "Drew! We can't! Drew...."

She then said, "yes."

We kissed, and talked, and tried to think of how to make the impossible possible, until our parents called us down to dinner.

***

Since Lilly was sixteen, and we both thought that too young, we agreed to wait a couple of years (and some months) before gathering our friends for a secret ceremony. In the meantime, though, there was much to do. I had to return to college in the fall, and Lilly had two more years of high school to complete. Starting now, though, we would break the news to our friends; after all, when the time to marry did come, their acceptance would be crucial.

Fortunately, I knew just the friend to approach first. Adrienne and I went way back, and I could trust her with anything. She's one of the most open-minded people I've ever met, and it didn't hurt that she also knew and liked Lilly. Adrienne was very open about all things sexual, and would tell anyone who cared to listen about her experiments with girls, exotic toys, and (more recently) multiple men at once. In all those ways, she was a perfect confidant. But I did have one concern. Adrienne, a habitual flirt, had seduced me two years before.

We'd playfully molested each other for years, as middle- and high-school friends of opposite sex will, occasionally kissing or sliding our hands into each other's pants, then laughing; but in our junior year, things had grown more sexual. While I was hanging out at her house late at night, making popcorn as we prepared to watch a movie, she slipped from the room—and reappeared wearing nothing but paint, smeared over her tits and crotch and swirled here and there across the rest of her body. I stared at her a moment, my dick swelling painfully against my pants' zipper. Adrienne wasn't fat, exactly, nor as voluptuous as Lilly; yet she did have large, "D"-cup breasts and a sexy dose of chubbiness. And the way she tirelessly flirted really made me want to get into her pants! "Good heavens, Ade," I said. "Did we fall into a paint refinery? Did the machinery chew off our clothes?"

She giggled. "Something like that. I'm painting my room! Want to help?"

"Naked?" I asked. "At 3 a.m.? Are you using your clothes as a brush?"

"Heh, no! I just don't want to get paint on them!"

"Oh, I see! That makes good sense. Some wear clothes to keep paint off their bodies; but you'll let paint get on your body to keep it off your clothes. Naturally! But, Ade, will it come off your skin? Lessee...." As if to help, I walked up and began to massage one of her painted breasts (the green one). Adrienne giggled, but didn't stop me. Casually, she began to stroke my dick through my pants, gripping it with one hand and working the other toward my balls. I said, "Hm. Well, the green paint does rub off; there's your nipple now! But maybe the red paint's different.... Oh, no; now I see that nipple too! Okay, let's work on your pussy...."

"In the room, Drew," Adrienne muttered. "If Mom wakes up, this could look suspicious!"

"Oh, I don't see how," I teased, "accidentally" slipping a finger into her, then out. "What could be more wholesome?" And with that, I began to unbutton my pants.

"Drew, in the room!" So, we went to the room.

There was no fresh paint on Adrienne's walls. "Adrienne," I said. "Doesn't painting the room normally involve painting the walls?"

"Um—I was going to use my body as a stamp! I was going to paint myself, then jump against the wall...." Giggling, she made as if to do it—so I grabbed and held her before the house took any harm. "The story seems to be changing!" I laughed. "How curious! What are you up to, you bad girl?" I gave her ass a few loud, emphatic spanks.

"Drew!" she hissed, feigning insult. "How can you doubt me! How dare you dream of me, me having sinister motives? Moi? Take your fucking pants off!" And then she started to laugh.

Although she'd touched it now and again, this was the first time that Adrienne had seen my dick. I don't think she'd realized its size. When I took of my clothes and pressed her fingers around its girth, it took her a few moments to say, "Blue. We'll paint it blue." Then I threw her on the bed, said, "You'll paint it with your pussy!" (which, since there was still paint around her pussy, turned out to be kind of true!), and drove my nine inches into her. Both of us laughed and grunted, fucking hard.

Since that day, Adrienne and I had fucked off and on. When she was down, I'd always lick her pussy; when I was down, she'd mouth- or tit-fuck me. I loved joking with her, making her giggle while her breasts milked the cum from my shaft. But we were always friends, distinctly friends; we never even talked of a relationship. We'd each dated other people since, and, whenever one of us was dating, Adrienne and I fucked each other less than otherwise (though I won't say "never")! So today, as Lilly and I walked to Adrienne's door, I hoped that Adrienne would understand what my engagement to Lilly meant. It meant no more sex between Adrienne and I, ever. It's kind of funny: I knew (or thought I knew) that Adrienne could handle the incest, but I wasn't sure she'd accept the fidelity!

Adrienne was wearing pajama bottoms and a white tank top when she answered the door. I noticed approvingly that she'd gained a little weight since winter break, when I'd last seen (and fucked) her: her tits strained against the thin fabric, her nipples wide dark circles. I felt a passing but powerful urge to turn her around, slide my hands beneath her shirt, and hump her from behind. In the background, her younger brother Rick was making a lot of noise with a video game. "Hey Drew, hey Lilith!" she said. "Nice of you to drop by! Do come in! Let's go to the room, where we can hear each other think—if you can navigate the debris!" She kicked some of Rick's clothes to the side of the hall. "Is he seventeen, or seven?" "Oh, shit!" Rick screamed, from the living room, to the sound of an explosion. We picked our way to Adrienne's room.

"How was your trip?" asked Adrienne, shutting the bedroom door behind us. When Lilly and I just glanced at each other, she guessed: "That bad?"

"No, not so very bad," I said. "Not so bad at all. In fact—it was perfect. Changed our lives." Lilly nodded.

"Hot damn! You found Jesus?" teased Adrienne. Lilly and I said nothing. Adrienne tried again: "You spent the week dropping acid and eating cookies? Or maybe—after acid and cookies, you found Jesus?"

"Not exactly," Lilly said, at last. "No acid, no cookies. And actually, we found each other."

It was Adrienne's turn to be quiet. In the silence, Lilly began to kiss me. I kissed her back, hesitantly, awkwardly before my friend; but after a moment, my body responded. I tongued my sister lustfully and pulled her against me. My dick strained against the plump warmth of her crotch. When we broke off, Lilly announced, "Drew and I are engaged."

Adrienne was smiling oddly. "Engaged. As in, engaged to one another; or was that a normal display of affection in your family?"

"To one another," I said. "Adrienne, I'm in love with Lilly."

"Your sister."

"My sister."

"Ye-eah. That's pretty fucked up, Drew. Should I believe this?"

"You should."

"Make me. Convince me. Prove you're into her."

"And how should I do that?"

Before Adrienne could answer, Lilly unbuttoned my pants. I started; was this the same girl who, not many days before, had hardly dared to be seen on the beach? So much for inhibitions! What was Lilly about to do? I glanced at Adrienne, who was suddenly grinning wildly. Then my sister unzipped me, yanked out my erection. She began to caress it, tugging gently with both hands.

Trying to ignore Adrienne, even as she slipped a hand into her pajama bottoms and muttered something about front-row seats, I pulled off Lilly's shirt, unclasped her bra, and freed her enormous breasts. They hung down almost to her belly button, and I longed to squeeze my dick between them. My sister and I pushed down each other's pants, and soon Lilly began to rub her pussy against the wet tip of my rock-hard cock. "Do you believe yet, Adrienne?" asked Lilly, panting slightly as I hefted her boobs.

"For the sake of the argument, say I don't," coaxed Adrienne. "Go a little further. I might like this. Do you like this, Drew?" She made the second "this" ambiguous by pulling off her own shirt. Her bare tits, pulled up for a second by the fabric, slapped down against her belly.

"I do," I answered, preserving the ambiguity. And I did—I liked all of it! But I was also apprehensive, because Adrienne was playing a dangerous game. I was in the presence of two voluptuous, horny girls, both of whom I'd fucked—but I was engaged to one of them, and the other was being erratic.

"Do you like this, Lilly?" pressed Adrienne, wiggling off her pajama bottoms and panties, but keeping her legs squeezed together. Lilly and I stepped out of our own pants, and I took off my shirt; all three of us were now totally naked, Lilly and I standing and Adrienne sitting on the bed.

"Uh-huh," said Lilly. "I like it."

"You're a pretty girl, Lilly," said Adrienne.

"You too, Adrienne."

"No, I mean it. You're a sexy girl. Have you ever fucked a girl?"

"No...."

"I have. Every girl should. Oh, and I used to fuck your brother."

I glared at Adrienne. So it was out! But Lilly said, "Yeah; I guessed that. But you can't fuck him any more! He's mine." She held out her finger to display her engagement ring—and I took that moment to part Lilly's pussy lips and push the first inch of my cock inside her. Lilly moaned softly. Then, right before the eyes of my old friend and long-time-fuck-buddy, I slid my dick all the way into my little sister's cunt.

Lilly shuddered, standing on her tiptoes to give me better access. Still inside her, I walked her over to the bed and pushed her down—right next to Adrienne. I parted Lilly's legs wide to give Adrienne a view.

Adrienne, eyes glued to my big dick as it slid in and out of Lilly's swollen pussy, whispered, "Fuck.... Drew, this is the hottest thing ever! You're screwing your sister! You're fucking your own little sister! Your full sister! She's your family! It's incest—and I'm watching you do it!"

By now Adrienne was fingering herself wildly, bucking her hips against her hand. Her large tits jiggled as Lilly's massive tits heaved, and—as I bit Lilly's lower lip—I watched Adrienne's one, cute little chub-roll ripple between her pussy and her breasts. I thought about how it felt to open Adrienne's legs and push my dick between them.

Then I turned my eyes back to Lilly, loving the feeling of her fat thighs around me. My sister's shaved, greedy pussy swallowed my dick, and sometimes—when I slammed her especially hard—she would give a little cry of "Ahh!" or "Drew!" or "Brother!" Feeling Adrienne's eyes upon me, I gave my sister every inch of my cock.

I was in chubby-chaser heaven. I was fucking my fat sister, savoring the incest. And the presence of another curvy girl watching—a girl who knew us both, and knew we were brother and sister—confirmed the incest, tripled the transgression. The air was thick with sweat and hormones, and the only sounds were heavy breathing and the soft slap of my balls against my sister's pelvis.

Suddenly Lilly, screaming, "DREEEW! BROTHER! FUUUCK me! Fu-uck your LITTLE SISTER!" began to cum. This drove me over the edge, and I emptied all my cum deep into my sister's wet warmth. Moments later Adrienne came too, her screams joining Lilly's. Then all three of us were silent, lying together on the bed, panting and sweating. The noise of video-game explosions had stopped. My cock was still in Lilly, and cum leaked onto Adrienne's bed sheets.

At last Adrienne said, "Okay. I believe you!" We all laughed softly.

But when I finally pulled out, it became clear that Adrienne wasn't finished. Without warning, she rolled over and slid two fingers into Lilly's cummy hole. I froze, and Lilly sucked in breath. Suddenly Adrienne grabbed as much of Lilly's boobs as she could hold and growled: "I'll tell everybody about you and Drew unless you fuck me. And you have to let me watch you and Drew fuck again sometimes. And sometimes you have to let me fuck Drew, too! Even when you're married!"

Fuck, I thought. Fuck. Oh fuck, fuck.

But Lilly surprised me. "Only," she grunted, without argument, enjoying Adrienne's fingers, "only once in a while! And you can't do it if I'm not there! And both of you have to ask me, first!"

I love my sister.

But Lilly wasn't being sweet—she was horny. She pushed Adrienne's head between her soft thighs, tilted back her head, and started to moan, building toward another orgasm.

None of us noticed when Rick entered the room.

***

"Whatever this is, it is seriously fucking wrong. What. The. FUCK!"

Adrienne, Lilly, and I snapped toward the voice. Adrienne's brother stood just inside the door, his expression unreadable. "Get—get out!" shrieked Adrienne, pulling herself off Lilly and groping for a sheet. But she failed to cover herself, and now Rick was staring directly at her tits, her legs, her still-wet pussy. I shielded Lilly with my body as best as I could; but Adrienne only squirmed, trapped in Rick's gaze.

"I heard you perverts from the living room. Everybody on the fucking street heard you! What—what the hell?" He faced Lilly and I. "Aren't you two brother and sister?! What are you doing? You're fucking sick!" Rick was breathless and agitated. But I couldn't help but notice the bulge growing in his pants as he turned back to look at Adrienne.

"It's our business!" whined Adrienne. "Go away!"

"I'm not going away. What's going on here? Drew, did you fuck my sister? Did you? Did you—fuck your sister?"

"I didn't fuck your sister," I answered, truthfully.

"Your sister, then. God... damn.... And did you like it? Did it feel good?"

"It did," I said. Why was I taking the bait? But then, at this point, why not?

Rick stared. But now his erection was undeniable, and I found myself saying, "Do you want to watch, Rick? Do you want to watch me fuck my sister?"