Alison's Bump

We always pull the curtains round when she has visitors. I’m sure everyone can hear what’s being said outside, but well, it’s the best we can do. She is totally mind-fucked being in there, only getting up to use the bathroom - and even then she has to have a blood pressure reading taken first. 

As with most hospitals, it’s hotter than sin in there, and Ali only ever has a cotton sheet over her. We had chatted for about an hour during which time we’d put the world to rights, and skilfully avoided any subject that might turn her on. That’s getting more and more difficult. Not only has she been without any form of sex for ages now, but her preggers hormones aren’t helping. “My tits are literally aching to be sucked, and I’ve had two wet dreams this week. I woke up actually having an orgasm. I know I’m not supposed to, but what can I do when they just happen?”

After a pregnant pause (hehe..see what I did there?) I changed the subject to the little human growing in her tummy. “Wanna see if you can hear?” Before I could answer, Ali pulled the sheet down. She has a visible bump, but what hooked my eyes was her newly growing pubes. Oh. My. God! They looked deliciously pubescent. I remember seeing her when she first grew pubes, before she went into being a recluse of sorts, coming out of that state that time we masturbated together watching that awful movie in our lounge at home. I lay my head on her tummy, and listened intently. Lots of gurgles and wheezes going on - hospital food, I guess, and then, we’ll, it was probably imagination, but did I hear a regular rapid tap, tap, tap, tap, just for a few seconds? 

I don’t know, maybe I heard what I wanted to hear, but then Miss. Brain sought an audience with me. “Focus between your legs." Oh dear. I was drenched! Then I realised why. My ear was on the lower part of Ali’s tummy, and my face has inches away from her vagina, but my chin was on those delicious, whispered pubes! Her scent had permeated my nose, and filled my head. I opened my eyes and saw her legs spread enough for me to see the top of her slit and her prominent clit standing uphard and proud. 

Then I did the most difficult thing I’ve ever done in my life. I moved away, and pulled the sheet back up. Ali knew damn well what had happened, and I’m sure she asked me to listen so it would put my head near her sex…maybe she had decided to have some fun after all, and either was hoping I wouldn’t be able to resist, or she wanted something for her wank bank for later. Was she hoping I’d give her a quick suck? God knows, I wanted to. It would have been the easiest thing in the world just to stick my tongue out, lean a bit further down and suck her off…and I have no doubt it would have taken mere seconds to get her there. 

At least Ali had the decency to look bashful. As she started to mutter an apology I interrupted, “Ali, you know fucking well you mustn’t have an orgasm.” She pointed out, quite accurately, that she has already cum having wet dreams. “We’ll yes…you may have…you can’t stop those I guess, but you should at least try to keep your thoughts away from your cunt during the day.” Miss Brain rummaged on the ground for the sharpest stick she could find and jabbed it hard into my ribs. Yeah, I know. I used Ali’s favourite ‘dirty’ word. Bugger. It just slipped out. 

It took a super-human effort on my part to change the subject and keep Ali’s mind off sex….and to keep my mind off it too. 

I won’t say I managed it either. I felt the growing wetness between my legs and actually considered diving into the first restroom I found and rubbing one - or two - out, but I was a good girl and made it not only back to my car, but all the way home too, sitting in an ever-expanding puddle of girl goo. 

I got home, shut the door behind me and threw my keys into the little pot we use for such items. Emily half turned towards me and asked “How’s Ali…” She didn’t get any further, I launched myself over the back of the couch and pulled Em onto the floor with me. All I managed to say was, “Suck me….for fucks sake, suck me.” Ali rolled me onto my back, lifted my dress, and did my favourite thing of not taking my panties off, but just tugging them roughly to the side. I knew, and Emily knew I needed to think of and vocalise about my sister. Yes, I know it’s perverse, but sometimes, only perverse will do. 

I grabbed Emily’s head and pulled it tight into my wetness. “Suck me Ali…suck my cunt, you fucking bitch,” The cum was savage. It happened so fast, and I felt none of the usual build up…I guess that happened from the moment I smelled Ali in the hospital…I remember raising my hips right off the floor and pulling Emily’s face right into my crotch. Did I squirt? Oh, I’m quite certain I did, and in abundance. When I finally came to my senses, Em’s face was soaking wet as was the top of her t shirt. 

“Well! Someone needed that!” Ever the mistress of understatement. But well, fair’s fair, and I know what sucking me off does to Emily. I kissed her deeply and then said to her, “And now, Emily, it’s your turn.” 

But she stopped me, kissed me again, holding my face in both hands (which makes me melt inside) and said “No. Not Emily….Alison.”

God, but I love my fiancé!