The Lesbian Sister

The years had blurred together since that drunken night when Hilde finally cracked under the pressure, her slurred 'yes' hanging in the air like a bad joke. I'd stared at her, jaw on the floor, while Carina bounced off the walls with excitement. But I shut it down hard no sterile syringe bullshit. If she wanted my seed, it'd be on my terms: my cock rammed down her throat until she gagged, pounding her tight ass until she screamed, and maybe, just to twist the knife, I'd flood her backdoor and leave her leaking without a drop for her precious womb. Carina's face twisted in fury, foam practically at her lips as she spat refusals and stormed out. Good riddance, I thought. The whole mess faded into irrelevance as life marched on our five kids growing like weeds, Hilde buried in family chaos, and Carina off chasing her dead-end dreams.

Fast-forward through the birthdays: 26, 27, 28... Carina aged like fine wine, that sharp lesbian edge softening into something desperate. Then, one rainy afternoon, she burst into my office, red eyes from crying, her blouse clinging to her curves from the downpour. She slammed the door, chest heaving, and fixed me with a glare that cracked into defeat. 'You win,' she whispered, voice breaking. 'You can do it your way.'

I blinked, leaning back in my chair, genuinely puzzled. The old argument was ancient history to me. 'What do I win?'

Her fists clenched at her sides, cheeks flushing with humiliation. 'Make me your slut. Ruin me. Just... give me what I need.'

The contract came together quick lawyer-drafted, ironclad, spelling out every filthy detail: my dominance absolute, her submission total, Hilde's name on the dotted line but her presence nowhere in sight. She couldn't stomach it, muttering about family boundaries as she grabbed her keys and left us to it. That first night, in my home bedroom turned makeshift dungeon, I didn't hold back. Carina stripped under my orders, her lithe body trembling pert tits with dark nipples hardening in the cool air, shaved pussy already glistening despite her scowls. I shoved her to her knees, gripping her dark hair and forcing my thick cock past her lips. She gagged as I thrust deep, hitting the back of her throat, tears streaming down her face while her tongue involuntarily swirled around my shaft. 'That's it, take it like the whore you are,' I growled, pumping harder until her nose pressed against my groin.

She fought at first, nails digging into my thighs, but I held her there, fucking her mouth relentlessly until my balls tightened. With a grunt, I pulled out just enough to aim cum splattering across her tongue and down her chin. She coughed, cursing in a torrent of Spanish and English, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. 'Fucking bastard,' she hissed, but her eyes burned with a mix of rage and unwanted heat.

I wasn't done. Order her on her fours, I spread her ass cheeks and drove in dry her tight ring clenching around my cock as she yelped in pain. I pounded her without mercy, each slap of skin echoing, her body jolting forward with every brutal thrust. She screamed, fists pounding the wood, but I pinned her wrists, leaning close to whisper in her ear as I buried deep and unleashed another load, flooding her ass with thick spurts. 'You can't win this, Carina. Play nice, be polite, and maybe tomorrow I'll fill that greedy pussy of yours.'

She shuddered, ass milking every drop, her curses dissolving into whimpers. By morning, the sly bitch was at it again. I woke to the wet suck of her lips around my morning wood, her head bobbing eagerly now, tongue lapping at the underside like she'd been practicing. She climbed on top, straddling me with those toned thighs, her soaked folds hovering over my tip. But I cracked an eye open, smirking as she froze, realizing I was awake. Her face crumpled pleading eyes, lips quivering. 'Please,' she sobbed, voice raw with need, grinding down just enough to tease my head against her entrance. 'I need it inside... please.'

I gripped her hips, guiding her down slow at first, savoring the way her pussy stretched around me, hot and velvety tight. She moaned, sinking fully, her walls clenching as she started to ride up and down, tits bouncing, nails raking my chest. I let her take control for a moment, watching her desperation build, then flipped us so I was on top, slamming into her with deep, punishing strokes. Her legs wrapped around me, heels digging in, begging incoherently as I hammered her cervix. 'give it to me!' she cried, and I did, roaring as I erupted, pumping thick jets of cum straight into her womb, seeding her deep.

Nine months later, twins a boy and a girl slipped into the world, Carina's belly swollen with my victory. She held them close, a soft smile breaking through the exhaustion, while Hilde look out the window I'm unsure if I can ever love them Carina.