Impregnated my drunk sister

For years, he loved her in secret. He was her protector, her big brother. One night, the perfect opportunity presents itself. Susan comes home drunk and unconscious. And her brother takes advantage. His goal is not just to take her, but to plant his seed in her, which will bind them together forever. Then he will play the role of the caring brother, while he watches their shared offspring grow inside her.

Tags - Incest, Non-Consensual / Rape, Breeding / Impregnation, Vaginal and Anal Sex, Creampie

Words - 6570

Story sample - 

Marko was sitting in the living room, submerged in darkness, only the light from the television illuminating his face. The clock on the wall showed it was almost two in the morning, but he couldn't sleep. His thoughts, as always, belonged to his younger sister, Susan. Eighteen years old, and yet already a woman—he repeated that to himself, as if it justified everything he felt for her. The thoughts that had haunted him for years. The desires he could admit to no one. He muted the television when he heard someone turning a key in the front door lock.

He got up from the couch and walked into the hallway. Through the window, the streetlights cast enough light to reveal his sister's silhouette. She was leaning against the wall, one arm hanging limply, the other clumsily trying to place her keys on the shelf by the entrance. They slipped from her fingers and fell to the floor with a metallic clink.

"Sus?" he whispered. "Are you okay?"

She turned too quickly toward his voice and stumbled, catching herself on the coat rack. Her hair—usually so carefully styled—was now hanging in tangled strands around her face. Smudged mascara under her eyes and lipstick smeared beyond the edges of her mouth told the story of a night that had gone too far.

"Marko," she mumbled, her smile loose and exaggerated. "Is my big brother worried about me?" She tried to take a step toward him, but her legs seemed to have forgotten how to function properly.

He crossed the short distance between them in two strides, catching her before she could fall. The smell of cheap vodka and something sickly sweet, like fruit-flavored perfume, hit him hard. He held her upright by the arms, his hands firm on her biceps. Her body was pliant against his, her head lolling onto his shoulder. God, she feels so small, so fragile in my arms, he thought, his throat suddenly tight.

"You're wasted, Susan," he stated, his voice a low rumble against her ear. He could feel the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her top.

She giggled, a breathy, unfocused sound. "A little bit," she admitted, her face still buried in his shoulder. She shifted slightly, her hips pressing against his in a way that sent a jolt straight to his groin. He froze, his breath catching. She was too drunk to know what she was doing. He had to get her to her room before he did something he couldn't take back.

His hands tightened on her, his knuckles white, as he tried to steer her pliant body toward the stairs. "Come on, let's get you to bed," he muttered, his voice strained. He tried to support most of her weight, but it was like moving a dead weight. She was all boneless limbs and clumsy compliance. He managed to get her as far as the living room doorway before her legs gave out completely.

Instead of falling to the floor, she twisted in his grasp and collapsed sideways onto the couch, landing with a soft 'whoosh' of displaced cushions. She lay on her back, one leg dangling off the edge, her short skirt riding high up her thighs. The pale, smooth skin was fully illuminated by the cold, flickering blue light of the muted television. Marko’s mouth went dry. Fuck, don't look, don't fucking look, his mind screamed, but his eyes betrayed him, tracing the curve of her hip, the sliver of her stomach visible where her top had ridden up, and the dark lace edge of her underwear just visible beneath the skirt's hem. A powerful surge of heat went straight to his groin, his jeans suddenly feeling painfully tight.