All Chapters of Sin Bound: short story collection: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Victor’s thick cock slammed deep into my pregnant pussy as he bent me over the edge of the platform, my massive round belly pressed tight against the padded surface. The wet, heavy slapping of his hips against my ass mixed with the filthy squelching of my cum-filled cunt while his heavy balls slapped against me. The strong smell of sex, birth fluids, and sweat already filled the room even before the real party started.“Today’s the big birth party, my ready-to-pop stepdaughter whore,” he growled, gripping my hips hard and pounding faster. “Everyone’s coming to watch you give birth to our family baby… and then we’re breeding you again right after while you’re still open and leaking.”Mom knelt beside me, licking my clit hungrily while Victor fucked me, her hot tongue flicking fast. The sharp sweet taste of her mouth mixed with the salty cum dripping from me made my head spin. Uncle Marcus stepped up and shoved his cock down my throat, the thick salty taste flooding my mouth as drool ra

# SOPHIA'S POV #The third morning dawned with a different kind of storm, one that lived entirely inside my chest. I woke up tangled in Damien’s black sheets, my body a map of his obsession: bruises on my hips from his grip, bite marks on my breasts, my thighs sticky with fresh and dried cum. My pussy and ass throbbed with a constant, delicious ache. He had kept his promise, filling me multiple times during the night, waking me twice with his cock already sliding into me while I was half-asleep. Now, sunlight crept around the edges of the curtains, and I could feel him watching me before I even opened my eyes.“You’re thinking too hard already,” he murmured, his voice rough from sleep and hours of growling filthy things in my ear. His large hand slid possessively between my legs, cupping my swollen, cum-leaking pussy. Two fingers pushed inside easily, stirring the mess he’d left there. “This belongs to me. Stop worrying about the world outside.”I moaned softly, hips rocking against h

# SOPHIA'S POV #The seventh day brought the storm we had been dreading and craving in equal measure. Damien and I woke tangled together in his bed, the sheets a wreck of dried cum, sweat, and my arousal. My body was changing in subtle ways already, the slight tenderness in my breasts, the constant low heat in my belly where our baby grew, the way my pussy seemed even wetter and more sensitive now that I knew I was carrying his child. I was pregnant with my stepbrother’s baby, and the knowledge made every touch electric.Damien’s hand was already between my legs when my eyes fluttered open, two thick fingers lazily pumping into my slick cunt while his thumb circled my clit. “Morning, my pregnant little sister,” he growled softly, gray eyes intense in the dim light. “They’re coming home today. The flight got in early. We have maybe two hours before they pull up the driveway.”Fear and arousal slammed into me at the same time. I moaned as he added a third finger, stretching me, preparin

The eleventh day felt like the house itself was conspiring against us, every creak and groan of the old Victorian timbers echoing our secrets. I woke to the faint morning light filtering through my curtains, my body already humming with need. My pregnant belly had grown noticeably rounder overnight, or so it seemed in the haze of hormones and constant claiming. It was a soft, undeniable curve now, impossible to fully hide under loose clothes if anyone looked too closely. My breasts were heavy and tender, veins tracing delicate blue paths beneath the skin, nipples dark and hypersensitive. The morning sickness had passed for now, replaced by an insatiable craving, for food, for touch, for Damien’s cock filling me and reminding me who I belonged to.The door opened silently. Damien slipped in, locking it with practiced quiet. His eyes immediately dropped to my exposed belly where my tank top had ridden up. The hunger in his gray gaze was darker than ever, laced with possessive pride.“Lo

[ SOPHIA'S POV ]Weeks had blurred into a haze of isolation and insatiable hunger in the secluded cabin. Time no longer followed the old rules. I was deeper into my pregnancy now, roughly three months along since the positive test that had changed everything. My belly had grown rounder, more pronounced, a firm, beautiful swell that protruded noticeably and made my lower back ache in the sweetest way. My breasts were significantly heavier, fuller, the skin tight and veined, nipples darker and constantly leaking small drops of colostrum when Damien sucked on them too long. The hormones had turned me into something almost feral, my pussy stayed perpetually wet and swollen, aching for his cock, my clit hypersensitive to the lightest touch. Every movement reminded me of how thoroughly he had claimed me.I woke that morning to the familiar warmth of Damien’s body curled behind me, his large hand splayed possessively over my rounded belly. The cabin was quiet except for the distant sounds of