To Wannabempreg, thank you for your support and belief in me. This story is a small way to show my gratitude.
I had just entered puberty when my mother married him. Naturally, I started to dream about him. When I couldn't get accepted to a university, I was a little upset and decided to study at home for another year. Since he had also started working from home at that time, it was the first time in years that you were alone at home for so long.
I tried not to leave my room so as not to run into my stepfather, but when this happened, a strange atmosphere formed between us. We collided at the door just as I was about to get some water and go to my room. The glass in my hand fell to the floor and broke, and I got excited and started to quickly pick up the broken glass. My stepfather bent down and tried to help, but I said no need and cut my finger while continuing to pick it up.
It was a small, unimportant cut, but he got worried and immediately brought a bandage. When I took it from him, saying I would take care of it myself, the strange atmosphere formed again. He said, "It seems you still don't like me." as if disappointed. I asked him, surprised, where he got that idea from. "You've been trying to avoid me ever since I married your mother. I thought you were mad at me for taking your mother away from you.".
I handed him the bandage back and asked him to help me put it on, said embarrassed, "I don't hate you... Actually it is opposite..." We were both blushing. He put the bandage back on, and we were so close. His lips were about to touch mine, and he leaned up and kissed me. My stepfather love me too?! The kiss was just the beginning, he picked me up and took me to the bedroom. We were both in a state where we couldn't think straight. He took off my clothes and threw them away. He immediately undressed and jumped on me.
His lips were roaming my body, smothering me with kisses. Then he got up and lifted my legs up. My hole was impatient for him, he took some lubricant from the drawer and applied it. He slowly entered me, as if he was afraid of hurting me. My legs were on his shoulders, my ass was being violated by his big cock. He put me in missionary position. My feet were in the air, my hole was in a position to take his whole cock inside. I could feel his thrusts in my belly.
After he went all the way in, he lifted me up a little and hugged me. I could feel him leaving his seed inside me while he kissed me. It was wonderful to feel all the space inside me being filled with his load. I loved how my belly was filling up with his cum and swelling up, pressing against his stomach. My cock, which was stuck between my little belly and my stepfather's, was helplessly making me cum on both of us.
When he was done, he didn't pull out, he just turned me over and we started sleeping together in the spooning position. We both knew that my mother wouldn't come home today because she was visiting my grandmother. So we slept with him inside me all night. When I woke up in the morning, my belly had grown even bigger, it was obvious that this was because my stepfather came inside me every time he woke up at night.
Since he hadn't woken up yet, I wanted to get up and make breakfast for both of us, but I couldn't move anywhere because he was holding me with his muscular arms. His warm big hand was on my little belly and it was enough to hold me in place. This wasn't our only time, whenever we were alone at home, we made love in any corner of the house. Sometimes, even my mother going to the market provided enough time for my stepfather to shoot his seed inside me.
This getaway of ours continued for about 3 months until I realized what was going on. At first, I thought I was just sick and had gained weight from sitting at home all day, but I couldn't deny it anymore. It was obvious from my vomiting every morning and my growing waistline that I was pregnant with my stepfather's child. As soon as I realized this, I started avoiding him again to hide it from him.
I didn't know what to do, I could hide it for now because my belly was small, but it was gonna impossible to hide it in the future. I would never even consider having an abortion. He was trying to stop me and kiss me every time we were alone. But when I pushed him away, he would just stare at me like he didn't understand what was happening. After a while, he couldn't stand it anymore and hugged me from behind while I was eating a big meal in the kitchen.
His hands were roaming my body and kissing my neck. It was very hard to resist him, especially when his hands were rubbing my pregnant belly. "You must be eating well lately," he said and rubbed my belly, then his hand grabbed my ass that had grown with pregnancy and said, "This state of yours is turning me on even more, especially the juicy state of your ass." I tried to get out of his arms but it was no use, all I could do was cover my belly with my t-shirt.
My stepfather looked at me as if to say what's the problem. I turned towards him and lifted my t-shirt up. My three-month pregnant belly was clearly visible, "I'm pregnant... With your baby." My stepfather excitedly picked me up and took me to the kitchen counter, put his head on my belly and started listening. Then he looked at me and asked, "Is this really true?" I nodded, yes. He smiled and carried me to the bedroom.
He kissed me passionately on the lips. That day, my stepfather f.cked me like the first day and then we started sleeping together again. But this time, it wasn't just the two of us, my stepfather's baby in my womb was also with us. My stepfather said that we should tell my mother about the situation, but I refused. I didn't want our child to destroy their marriage. Also keeping it a secret from my mother made the situation even more exciting.
My stepfather was worshipping my belly and trying to fulfill my every wish, especially when making love, he was doing his best not to hurt the baby. As my belly grew, my mother became suspicious and kept asking questions, but I managed to convince her with difficulty until my fourth month by saying that I was only gaining weight from eating too much. After the fourth month, my belly started to grow much faster in a way that I didn't understand. Yes, it was normal for it to be big since it was my stepfather's baby, but my belly was already very big for the fourth month.
I had to waddle around the house and I was out of breath immediately. I decided to go to the doctor because I thought something was wrong. When I got the results, I wanted to go home and tell my stepfather as soon as possible. But since my mother wasn't home, my stepfather started making love to me right away. I waited until he kept up with me and filled my hole with his warm seed.
After he was done, I stood up. I slowly turned around with my hands on my belly and told him that I had something to tell him. He jumped up from his seat with concern, thinking that something had happened to the baby. But I calmed him down and asked him to put his hands on my belly. I could feel kicks in my belly. "Congratulations! We are gonna have three healty babies" I said. He looked at me in surprise.
âItâs called superfetation. Apparently, when I told you I was pregnant, my body was still producing eggs so you fertilized me with your twin sons too.â Tears welled up in my eyes as I thought about how lucky I was. âWeâre having a girl and two boys,â I said with a smile. My stepdad hugged me and started thanking me. We were both so lucky to have each other.
