The intensity of Christian's lust made him drunk with desire for the touch of his sister's flesh, now that she is so pregnant. Since that last time they made love, a week earlier, and the unforgettable anal experience, he had masturbated himself to sleep every night. Christian shied away from his wife when she put her arms around him when they lie in bed. He did not want contact with any woman other than Angela.
The unrelenting urge made him stop by Angela's house that Monday morning. He assumed that Jack had already left the house for the office.
Angela heard the car in her porch way. Although she had yearned for her brother's intimate touch, she did not expect him that morning. They had made a pact that he would not come when Jack was around.
The moment Christian came into the house, they ran into each other's arms, his mouth on hers, letting off their raw feelings of need.
"Lock the door," she said breathlessly.
Christian turned to close the front entrance.
"God, I want you so bad, Angie," he said, taking her back into his arms.
Even though he had seen her nude many times, his hands were shaking when he unbuttoned her blouse. He slipped her bra straps off her shoulders and feasted his eyes on the swollen nipples. His penis grew very hard. His lips closed onto the hardening points as he sucked for her precious liquid. His lips formed a vacuum-like suction and she began lactating. At almost full pregnancy, Angela's breasts were producing milk, which Christian dreamed off; ever since she told him, she was pregnant.
Angela looked at her brother with love, suckling her like a baby. The sensation of his lips on her breasts felt so good.
Christian's penis was aching in his pants and he unbuckled his belt, pushing his trousers down his hips. His underwear already had wet spots where his precum had seeped out.
Angela held his head off her chest and led him to the sofa. She pulled down his underwear. She wanted to pleasure him. She kissed the spongy, wet, gummy head, opened her lips and took him into her mouth. It made Christian jerk, trying to fuck her mouth.
Christian was oblivious to his surroundings as his sister sucked him, but Angela heard the familiar sound of Jack's car on the driveway. She took her mouth off him and shook Christian urgently.
"It's Jack," she uttered, her eyes showed horror and distress.
Christian could not hold back and his spurts arced in the air, splashing onto Angela's face and breasts.
The car's engine was off.
Angela pulled Christian up and led her to the guest room.
The siblings looked at each other, panic written on their faces. Angela left him and ran to her own room. She shut the door and frantically headed into the bathroom.
Jack glanced at Christian's car and he wondered fleetingly what his brother-in-law was doing in his house in the late morning. Was something wrong with Angela; was it something to do with her condition that she called Christian?
When Jack stepped into the house, he was aware of the quietness.
"Where's everybody," he called out.
"I'm in here," Christian popped his head out of the guestroom door. "I wasn't feeling well so I dropped in to sleep it off," he continued.
"Oh," Jack said, "Where is Angela?"
"Don't know, I think she's in the kitchen," Christian replied and closed the door. He leaned against the wall; they were almost caught in the act. How could he be so irresponsible? To jeopardize Angela, he must be out his mind.
