Chapter 1 - An Ex arrives

“You know, it’s kinda funny how he always manages to have a line ready, you think he plans this stuff?” Reika whispers from where her dark hair rests on his shoulder. It’s nice being out in public, watching an action flick together. No one has the slightest clue the heavily pregnant woman hid arm is wrapped around is his Imouto, and he thinks it’s best that way. Peaceful, he can just lay back and watch action heroes forget their bubblegum in peace with his favorite girl.

It’s almost enough to make his eyes heavy. Their time together has recently been beyond stressful. Her emotions were never fully understood by either of them and pregnancy hasn’t really helped that. She’s moody, he’s sick of her being moody, it’s a huge thing. It doesn’t help that neither of them thought to do research on what pregnancy actually consists of, so her suddenly exploding over weird things was a surprise to both of them. Watching her freak out over the fact that she’s freaking out was only funny the first time. At this point he’s a little worried about her, but the doctor said it’s normal for her to be that way so what does he know.

With their future, his job, her mood and just general morale on the mind, just sitting here together is powerful. Smiling together is recharging enough to make him remember fatigue exists. It’s kind of like a fresh cool drink during a heatwave. Just relieving enough to make way for what’s crushing him to finally land on his shoulders. “I bet he does.” He whispers back with a peaceful smile, rubbing her shoulder and planting a kiss on her forehead. “Bet he spends half his day in front of the mirror.”

Her laugh is like sunshine in the dark theatre, stifled and hushed as it is. He can almost hear people shushing them from out in the darkness, but that’s okay, her laugh is worth it. “Ooo-ahmm-I need to pee.” She groans to herself, and he rubs her in sympathy. “Why do I need to pee? It’s just getting good.”

“It’s the baby.” He reminds, and she scowls at him. Not for pointing out the obvious but for blaming anything on her prize, it’s an odd place for them. He guesses he’s not allowed to criticize her decision in any way yet, maybe after it’s born. “I can walk you there.”

“Nnn- then you can’t tell me what happens when I get back.” She huffs. “Stay and memorize, don’t take your eyes off the screen.” She steals a quick kiss with her soft lips before disappearing entirely, scurrying off into the darkness like a pregnant rat with the need to pee. Err, that’s a little too spot-on he decides, he’s just gonna keep that one to himself.

Sitting there watching the big screen with its flashy displays and the graceful movements of the action flick before him, he really does try to focus. A smell hits his nose, a strong one, almost like sunflowers. It’s nice, lulling, he finds himself drifting away uncontrollably.

It’s too late when he realizes he can’t fight it, it’s already grasped him, wrung fingers around his neck and began to squeeze.

He forces out a gasp, then a cough just to get his heart pumping. Grips his seat firmly enough to whiten his knuckles and tries to push himself up so that he can get to his feet and wake up.

Something heavy lands on his shoulders. Heavier than anything he’s ever tried to lift before. It’s like he’s very suddenly become Atlas. He can’t help it, he finds himself yawning and giving in without a real struggle. It doesn’t hurt to be crushed by palms, fingers digging into his collar. It almost feels kinda nice, like lips caressing his cheek, and a familiar voice whispering into his ear that it’s okay to rest.

The first sensations to hit him are not unpleasant by any means. Skin on skin, gentle palms rub his bare thighs and rouse his attention. His eyes are foggy, unfocused and unable to grasp reality even when he forces them agape.

It’s hard for him not to cry out, struggle and kick until he’s alone again and his vision has time to come back. He doesn’t, but only because he’s been in this situation before. His legs aren’t tied, unlike his arms which feel as if surrounded by cold metal. A glance up allows him to determine handcuffs… nifty. “Gah-again?” He groans, really taking in that no this isn’t a joke someone has trapped him to a bed and is more than likely going to ride him against his will. When did he become the bondage guy? There are a lot of people kinkier than him! He’s not even kinky!

The woman fondling him doesn’t respond, she simply continues to stroke up his legs. A new sensation envelops him as she gets to his balls, gently squeezing them and rubbing them with her thumb and fingers.

“Ah-stop.” He puts out a token resistance, his eyes finally grasping a little bit of clarity. Long hair dyed a rather intense shade of red, he can’t help but feel his insides simmer at what that likely means, a likelihood which becomes higher and higher the more of her he takes in. She’s a beauty for sure, not quite comparing to Reika but who can? His Imouto is perfect, at least in an aesthetically pleasing way, mentally she’s kind of insane.

Leyla, his ex-girlfriend, has a tight body that she has no hesitance to show off. Even now she’s neglected full nudity in favor of showing off her curves with a very slutty white trim skirt and a low cut top with a frilly bra that generously squishes her breasts together. She catches his eyes on them and pushes her arms together. The new squeeze pushes them together even harder, threatening to make one pop out and give him a show, one he kind of deserves in his opinion.

There’s not a lot to be said about being tied up in the first place, there’s a visceral fear that hits your heart first. Like a pounding thunder in the rain, it muddles your feelings and confuses you. You can’t fully invest in any one emotion because that takes too much time, too much focus; all you can do is panic and hope things work out. The first time.

The second time it’s a lot less novel. Maybe it’s the lack of a potential threat his ex serves, maybe it’s just experience. Maybe it’s a simple lack of the energy needed to give a damn this time. His Imouto has put him through exhausting trial after exhausting trial recently and it hasn’t exactly left him with a lot of energy. It’s also helped him grow, stop overreacting to things quite so much. Nothing allows one to be reforged like the fires of hell that come with a budding relationship. Especially if that relationship is built around a hormonal, crazy, imouto. No matter the reason for his lack of fear, it doesn’t help that he trusts Leyla. With his life, if it came to that. They even parted on relatively good terms, even if they were a bit absurd and out of the blue. It also helps that unlike Reika she’s not exactly the crazy emotional type normally. She’s more of a cooling breeze on an otherwise scorching day, which was probably one of the most inspiring parts of her. She really did catch his attention back then, like a fisherman catches fish.

He can’t panic, he doesn’t even have it in him. In fact, these are definitely the same cuffs they used last time they decided to test the limits. He can still see the smudge like scratch he put in them when things got a little too real and he panicked.

Instead, he’s left with a cool calmness that mimics the same one she used to give almost every situation in life, it’s peaceful, he kind of understands why she likes it. “Seriously, stop.” His breath is a little pained, his airway feeling strained. Whatever she used to knock him out wasn’t nearly as clean as what Reika used, it’s harsher, more caustic. His throat feels worse than his wrist did last time, Inwardly he says thanks to Leyla for being nice enough to use a binding that wouldn’t hurt him. Rope cuts suck to clean.

“I mean it.” He continues when she ignores him, switching her grip with one hand from his balls to his slowly erecting rod. The attack with her other hand on his most sensitive orbs is enough to push blood to her real goal, giving her the fruit she seeks with her strokes. “This isn’t funny.”

“Really?” She finally speaks, her voice is as gentle and soft as it is cold, uncaring about his protests. “I think it’s hilarious. Who’d think we’d be here again? I certainly didn’t.”

“How could you not know?” He gasps, feeling her slightly cold touch warming up with every powerful stroke. She’s getting more brazen, daring as they talk. He can feel her rusty technique coming back to life as if she only put him down for a minute and not the last year. “You planned this.”

Doe like brown eyes glance up at him in a look of offense that does not in any way fit the situation. It has him thinking, trying to diverge his thoughts from just how sexy this actually is when it’s not his sister pinning him down. Not that it stops him from rising, or her from taking advantage with skilled hands. “I really didn’t, this was a happy accident I swear.” She denies. “You sat right in front of me in the theatre with Reika, didn’t even notice me. Flirted with her, played a game with her, pretended like everything was okay. I couldn’t take it, the moment she left I gassed you, that’s it, this wasn’t planned at all I swear on my life.”

“You gassed me.” He grumbles. “You just happen to have fast acting knock out gas on your person.”

“Fine, don’t believe me, this’ll end the same way no matter what.” With a simple wink, she leans in and places a kiss on his tip that finishes compounding his arousal into a great tower. It’s really like a monument to their time together if he thinks about it, he just has to think of a way out of this.

“And what way is that?” He asks, clenching his fists a little at the barrage of new sensations. Her mouth is one of fire and his thick dick a glimpse of his soul if there ever was one. “Guh-you’re really not boosting my confidence in you right now, this is out of character.”

She shakes her head, taking the opportunity to rub her cheeks against his length back and forth in a rhythmic dance. “I don’t really need your confidence I have you tied up.” She says. “I know you’re not gonna kick-” Her voice goes silent with a clack of her teeth as she’s knocked off the bed by his knee. “Son of a bitch you kicked me!”

“And yet, I still have the moral highground here, what does that tell you about this?” He snarks as she picks herself up. With a roll of her eyes, she’s going through her drawers for another binding. “I’m not just gonna let you tie up my legs.”

“Yes, you are.” She denies. “Because I have more gas and your little soldier will still work while you’re unconscious, and you’re smart enough to know you want to experience knocking me up a lot more than you wanna be a spiteful unconscious twit.”

That stuns him, drops his mouth open and forces him to stare at her as she pulls a leather binding from her drawer and approaches. Leaves him speechless as she ties his ankles to the bed, spreading his legs wider. “You know I left your legs free so you could participate? Like old times? Didn’t know you were gonna be a jerk.”

“I uh, err, what was that about knocking you up?” He squeaks as she climbs onto the bed again, slipping between his legs and placing another series of kisses on his member. She quickly begins to stroke him like a madman, ignoring his request for more info.

“Seriously uh that’s-”

“We broke up because you didn’t want to be a father, you remember that?” She asks, glaring up at him and massaging him with her tongue at the same time. Every stroke of her hands bringing him closer to wasting a precious load on her face. “I believed you, I really did. Do you know how much that pisses me off? I fuckin loved you, and that’s what I get? Tossed aside so you can give Reika your love? That little psycho? You know when we first got together she told me you were destined for each other and I shouldn’t even try?”

“Um, what?” He blinks, gulping powerfully, he grips the bed as well as he can with his cuffs. Every ounce of strength he has trying to stop himself from blowing from this alone. She was always kind of mad when he was fast, this time he doesn’t have a clue what she’ll do to him. Their games were always a little scary but that was okay because they were games, there were words to make it go away if it got to him and nothing ever got to be too scary. Here he’s not so sure, she might decide to completely ignore him. He trusts her with his life, not his butt. There is a difference and one he’s not sure he wants to test. Still, that’s just a little too important to ignore. “She was that into me even back then? Oh, come on! What am I blind?”

“Of course you’re blind, she’s precious and cute, I’d fuck her.” She scoffs. “I really would, little minx has an ass I could just, mmm..” She takes charge of jerking him, bringing him to an edge he can’t quite control. His children bubbling deep within him in an effort to be released. He’s sure she can feel it in her hand, the one groping his balls dearly.

“Gaah, gonna cum, thanks!” It’s an amazing feeling, being able to guiltlessly cum. Not a worry about who, just knowing that nothing bad is going to come of it. The feeling of her lips on his fat tip is just her saying ‘you’re welcome’ in the only way she knows how. Right as it begins to flow up his dick she slips him into her mouth, wrapping him with her tongue and pushing something unbelievably tight onto him. She sucks powerfully as if trying to treat him like a straw, bobbing with enthusiasm and pushing it further down his length with every movement.

“Gah-oh come on!” It does the impossible, stopping his cream-filled charge, pushing it back and forcing a retreat without hesitation. He cries out in a newfound pain entirely, unsure of how to deal with the building pressure sending wave after wave of irritation at its inability to release.

“Hau-” she pulls off and breathes, allowing him to see the dark black choker at his base. He throbs powerfully, angrily seeking what has been denied so easily as if it’s the only thing that matters. “-Hah- wow. You were so eager that was actually kinda cute.” She sticks her tongue out at him, lips rising in a twisted glee.

“You’re a freakin psycho too, you know that?” He grunts in pain, struggling but slowly managing to deal with it. “Why would you do that?”

“Well, I was gonna just let you cum.” She admits. “I kinda wanted to feel it on my face, you know like old times? I was really looking forward to it, you always came a lot and I wanted this to feel like back then, we could pretend you’d just decided to give me the baby and continue things as they were. But you know, with Reika. That’s not a dealbreaker, she’s sexy.”

“Okay, first of all, that’s messed up.” He glares. “Second, there’s this thing called asking.”

“Um, I kinda did?” She allows herself a laugh. “That was the whole, not tying up your legs thing. That was me asking you to cooperate. If you’re gonna make me restrain you like a prisoner, I’m gonna treat you like a prisoner. Prisoners don’t cum till their masters are ready. Lay back and get ready, this is all gonna hurt. Don’t feel so funny now huh?”

“I trusted you.” He grunts, doing just that. Lying back and closing his eyes.

“Oh spare me.” She chuckles darkly. “I wasn’t born yesterday. What do you want from me? I’m oh so sorry you kneed me in the ribs when I was giving you a pleasant jerking. Would you like to be released? Let go? Forever ducking out of my life like you planned to? You know I heard you got her pregnant, but you know what really made it sting? That I wasn’t invited to that fake wedding you had.”

“She said she invited you.” He grunts.

“Well, yeah, she did.” She concedes quickly, but not before two rich heats overwhelm his lower head, gliding up and down his length while squeezing him between them. “But like, I didn’t want her to invite me. I wanted you to invite me. I wanted to be there to congratulate you not her. Why am I her friend all the sudden? Where’s my call? Damn-it I wanted to be the pregnant bride!”

“Fine! Just, untie me and get on.” He sighs but doesn’t look. He doesn’t dare give her the satisfaction of looking at the creamy globes encompassing him. He knows what they are, he’s felt her tits stroking him before. She does amazing work with them, and if every stroke didn’t try to make him cum again and therefore build more pressure he’d be all for it. As is it’s just painful, and he’d really rather she not.

“No-no, we’re past that. You, have to pay a little.” She declares. “I want to forgive you, not spitefully sit around waiting for you to make it up to me. That means punishment, it’s time I play.” Her blessed mounds flee without the slightest hesitation.

He finally opens his eyes to the sensation of something fluffy landing on his thighs, and the sound of a plop of clothing. There she stands, fully revealed to him. She shows no shame or nervousness. The only thing he sees in her besides a voluptuous body that used to rock his world lowering dangerously towards his needy staff is a dangerous glimmer of conviction. He doesn’t inquire about protection, the binding will protect her better than any condom. If he ends up filling her with cum, it’s because she wanted his baby, there’s nothing that can change that.

“No final words?” She asks, teasing her moist lips with his tip. “No pleads or begs? For shame, where was the man I knew?”

“He grew up.” He says, keeping his face straight through sheer force of will when she drips her hips and drives him into her. A pained hiss bleeds through his teeth, her wiggling form digging him into her ceaseless heat carefully.

He tries futilely to hold back the ceaseless grunts that come with every little bounce of her ass. He can feel her spelling his name with her greedy pussy. Hips shifting this way and that almost sporadically to tease forth more and more of his cum against the barrier. Inwardly he finds himself hoping he’ll amass such a quantity it snaps and he unloads without warning, her face would be so gratifying it actually has him giddily bucking up into her.

Thrusting deep, pushing into her depths and rubbing against her spasming inner ridges. He’s not the same man he was a year ago, he’s not even the same man he was six months ago; he’s not sitting back and taking anything from this woman. She’s gonna cum her damn brains out if he has any say in it, she’ll get away with her games over his thick cock!

“Ohhooo! Someone’s become a man!” She laughs, her soft voice almost shrill in the way she cries out. Her hands land on his bare chest, enjoy the muscles he’s gathered from having to do all the lifting and heavy work around the house in recent months, from having to pull extra shifts at his job to save up for them to have a better life together. She grips the rewards for his labors, enjoys his trials and slams into him with a renewed sense of faith in him. “Was this what she saw? I should have offered to share you in the beginning!”

She didn’t, she hadn’t, and it was the right move. He’d have recoiled at the very idea, screamed and raged and fought her as he did all those months ago. That isn’t how his life was supposed to go, that isn’t how babies are supposed to be made! This isn’t either! “Untie me and let me fuck you damn-it!”

“No!” She shouts him down, “you’ll remove the barrier and I can’t have that!”

“Why not?” If he had control of his hands he’d be digging them into her thighs right now, reaching around and cupping her ass just so that he could slam her down even faster. Not deeper, she’s covering that, dropping herself again and again in an effort to have a bouncing belly by the time this is all over. Their connection is full and lively but his part is only in his hips, smashing her buttons without any control. It’s infuriating.

She takes a minute to answer him, a minute spent with his teeth clenched and his deep instrument throbbing out a potent beat well in time with their hearts. It’s almost like a love song made just for her, except she won’t accept the high note that is his painting her insides!

“I-haah-I need it to be a lot at the end, which means build-up, that way I get pregnant!”

“You can get-gaah! Hah-just take it off I promise I won’t stop thrusting until you’re fit to burst!”

“No!” She shakes her head wildly, hair sliding from side to side behind her and over her shoulder. “It has to be at once, that way I’m sure which cum gets me pregnant. I want to have a perfect memory of the moment I became a mooooaaahhhh!” She falls into him a little, gripping his chest tight enough her hands whiten just so their faces don’t collide. Her insides spasm around him harshly, milking him for what he’s worth. Or it would if she could.

“Oh you get to cum but I can’t?” He grumbles.

“I didn’t knee me in the ribs!” She taps his nose with a laugh, quickly recovering from the recent ordeal to ride him rougher with every passing second.

“You’re kind of a bitch you know that? I don’t remember this!” He almost laughs. He actually does remember this, it was this side of her he originally fell for. Even before her cold exterior and calm thinking. The spiteful heat, the inner rage that drives her in a way he could never be driven. She was his, and he was hers, and for a while, that’s all he needed. It didn’t matter that she was sporadic and a little irrational when she wasn’t flipping the table entirely and being cold and logical enough for the both of them. That was okay. She was reasonable enough to accept no as long as she had a reason, and she was filled with enough heat to realize when he was hurting and hold him close. They went on for nearly a year like that, until one day she up and decided she wanted a child in the middle of nowhere. Right then and there she said, if he wouldn’t do it she’d find someone else.

“Aau-gonna make me cum again!” She cries out. “Talking to me like that, it really is like old times. Why couldn’t you have just said yes you jerk? Why her? What did she have that I aauuuhh yees!”

There it is, once he got her started she was easy to please. Rub her insides every which way, kiss her deeply and tell her you love her with a warm hug. That’s all she really needs after the first, now if she’d just untie him!

“Gaah-it’s gotta be purple by now, it’s enough, just undo it and take it!” He demands.

“Not yet, soon!” She pleads, begs him with her lips in a pout he can’t deny. He wants to, oh everything in him wants to magically rip the bindings from his body, push her down and ravage her. Claim her for his own, like he probably should have. She obviously didn’t find anyone else, she was obviously bluffing now that he has the chance to look back on it.

Why hadn’t he seen that? Why hadn’t they talked about it, worked out a schedule for their future? Everything could have been better. No one had to hurt, but that’s not the reality he’s in.

His reality has him desperately needing to cum into her womb and her really wanting the same thing but being stubborn for the sake of resisting!

“You had to get her pregnant!” She gasps, “why her? What did she have!? Is it just the incest thing? Was she really just that much cuter than me? Were you just too taken aback by the idea of her adorable babies and forgot to say no?”

“N-no I, I really meant what I said back then!” He denies, proclaiming the the world the unfairness that is life for the first time. He’s wanted to tell someone, anyone, but who would he tell? Who could he tell that wouldn’t just cause more problems for them? "It wasn't the right time, I didn't want..."

"But when she asked, you just couldn't say no." she accuses bitterly. “It’s okay to toss me aside but she can just have what I begged for.” Tears well up in her eyes, they break his heart to see, but he’s past that, old wounds don’t always heal.

"She didn't accept my rejection." he retorts snappily, almost mimicking her natural cool. Holding just enough fire in his gut to burn the edges of his words.

"She...Raped you?" Leyla asks, incredulity dripping from every syllable.

"I guess, her needs outweighed mine..." he sighs, and looks away. He can't bear her face, full of shock and awe. “I guess you understand her side more than I do. After-all this is basically the same thing but with another person I trusted to consider me first.”

For a moment, she's silent, and her hips slow to a crawl. It’s enough to make her second guess herself. Ponder if this really was bad, if she should have just asked. Taken him in the movie theatre while she was away. Got pregnant right there in his seat.

Until it’s not. She decisively bucks into him, making her choice. It’s too late to stop now, she knows that, he knows that. Only an idiot would turn back. She lets out a loud moan to egg him on, a moan that would bring him closer if he wasn’t caught in a constant state of kind of cumming but unable to finish. "Ahh! It’s not the same!” She denies fervently, pumping him into her with a newfound recklessness that begs him for a child with her every soaking inner wall. “You need me! And I need you! You were just, haah, too stubborn to see it back then!”

Her breaths get closer together, longer and with more weight, a never ending series of emotions and sensations building up inside her stomach. It’s enough to get her ready to pop, spreading out and causing her to look like she could glow if she tried. Every inch of her skin is hot with the bliss he knows is coming for her soon.

“You’re crazy!” He grunts, slamming back into her most sensitive domain. He throws any kind of caution to the wind and treats their coupling like it should have been treated from the start. “All my children are going to have insane mothers!”

She doesn’t dignify him with a response, she rolls her eyes instead. With no small amount of grace she brings herself up to his tip, and pounds herself back into him hard enough to slap his balls against her ass. One final coup’ de’ grace before she’s a toy on top of him. A potent stream of girlish lubrication drips out of her, covering their connection while her insides treat him to a squeezing wave he’s hardly dreamed of. Never in their relationship has she cum this hard.

Never in their relationship has she gripped his head and ravaged his lips quite so hungrily. Devouring his arguments, stealing his pain right from his tongue and bringing a forbidden deliverance that almost makes him feel as if his bond has been shattered and he’s cumming.

He’s not, he can still feel the pain, feel it deep in his blood, but wave after wave of powerful feelings crush it aside and bring him back to a place where the world was safe.

She assaults his meat with wave after wave of cum so powerful that he’s sure the binding is the only reason she’s not blasting off him and smacking against the ceiling from the force of how much cum he has to give her. It’s not even really realistic how much he visualizes firing from his swollen girth, he much he can feel at the end of the stupid little choker. It’s its own reality, one he see but not touch.

She collapses against him, panting. Strings cut with her final cum much like his own endurance. That kiss took everything they had, he never wanted it to end and yet as he looks at her hair caressing his cheek he knows it had to.

“I think you can cum now.” She gasps roughly, “thanks. I love you, you know that right? I never stopped.”

“Love doesn’t die.” Is all he can say as her hands glide down his stomach towards their connection. It’s enough to make him tear up. Her fingers feel for it, grasping some tiny latch, he knows he’ll be firing into her in just a moment and-

-the door slams into the wall with the force of a belligerent bear storming in. Startled, she fails to unlatch him, and he can only groan as his eyes move towards the figure standing in the doorway. Pitifully mewl at the way Leyla’s hips smashed back into him when she got startled. So close!
Standing there, huffing and shaking in place is the cutest person in his life. One hand rests on her belly, bloated and almost as eye drawing as the metal crowbar dangling from her other hand. She holds it aggressively, as if ready to brutally murder them both.

It’s not like he could do anything. “Ohhh, you’re doomed.” He quips.

“This isn’t what it looks like.” Leyla quickly jumps to defend herself, teasing him yet again with her movements.

“Right…” He trails.

“It’s exactly what it looks like.” Reika says, dropping the crowbar into the corner of the room before she stalks into the floorspace as if chasing frightened prey. Rage flairs in her eyes, darting between both of them rapidly. “You ditched me to come have sex with another woman!”

“...That’s what you take from this? The handcuffs mean nothing to you.” If this were an anime he’d sweatdrop. With how anime-esque the rest of his life seems to be these days, he finds it kind of cruel he can’t.

“Tying you up is our thing Onii-san, how could you!” She howls. “I’ll make you both pay!”