At four months pregnant my bulge distended like that of a nine month pregnant woman. Lying on my back on the living room couch, I felt my swollen belly. Rudra and I had shifted to ma's room ever since climbing stairs had become not only difficult but risky for me. I could hardly see where I was walking, so sticking to one floor was a better bet for the survival of my babies. My mother, on the other hand had taken Rudra's room next to mine which now acted as a nursery for my twins. I still had to feed them at least once each day, which I did on the ground floor. They sometimes ogled at my belly and wondered what had happened to their mother.
I chuckled recalling the expression on my son's face one day as he watched my naked belly wriggle with his siblings. I didn't know how many I had conceived this time from my brother. Since mother knew everything about us now, we decided to have our children at home in India.
At present we watched a tv series on the couch in the living room. I took Rudra's hand off my belly and pushed it between my legs. When I felt his fingers feel my wetness I stretched luxuriantly like a cat, feeling tingles all over my body.
My mother was on the other couch, her attention focused on the characters in the serial. I leaned back into my brother, turning my face to whisper in his ear.
"Take me."
He had been massaging my growing belly like he did every evening with hot oil and like every day it made me hot.
Our gaze met and his eyes smiled.
"Okay," he whispered getting ready to stand and pull me off the couch.
My mother knew why we left everyday right after he had given me a massage and she would give me a knowing glance. She had warned me against having hard sex. She was worried it might interfere with my pregnancy. I knew that already. I knew her fears were not ill- founded, but I was constantly so aroused these days that I didn't know what would happen if I didn't let Rudra fuck me. I knew just watching my pregnant belly made him hard. His massaging my belly and tits aroused me. It was a heady mix, one that I had no control over. I knew soon enough I would have to refuse him sex, unless I wanted to end up in the hospital. Something had been brewing in my head. If I could somehow make it happen, it would turn out to be the best thing to happen to all in question.
"What?" He asked confused when I pushed him back into the couch with my weight, not allowing him to get up.
"Here," my eyes twinkled at him.
"Riya you're becoming really shameless!" he murmured, his voice aroused, in-spite of what he was saying.
I stifled a laugh. "I'm pregnant with my brother's babies, how much shame did you think I had, in the first plave?" I whispered into his ear, sucking on his lobe.
"Here," I said again pushing his fingers into my pussy. I liked the idea of my mother watching us.
"Okay let me finger you then." He moaned at the way I sucked on his lobe.
I shook my head but lost track of my intentions when his cool fingers pushed into my hot cunt. I took his other hand and pushed it beneath my maternity smock under my bra to rub my nipple. I ground my butt into his cock making him tremble. The more I pushed into his hard- on the more he pulled at my nipple. He extended it as far as he could from my breast, then let it go, only to be painfully pinched again until there was milk all over my blouse. The fingering wasn't doing it for me, I wanted him inside me so much I could barely keep my sanity. I pushed myself off the couch. I lifted my dress and sat astride in his lap. He reclined more on the couch so there was room enough for my belly. I unzipped his pants, pulling his cock out of his boxers. I so wanted to taste him, but my pussy was far more hungry for him. For an instant I gazed lustfully into his eyes, then he was pulling my blouse over my head. He flung it away, pushed my bra down to reveal an oversized breast, then dragged the cups down around my waist so both my breasts squeezed together.
I thrust myself on his member pushing myself harder and harder onto him with every thrust. I began to ride him feeling the babies move uncomfortably inside me with all the jerks they were experiencing.
"Riya you're going to hurt yourself, go slow," he choked between strokes, but I didn't see him do anything to actually stop me. He was enjoying the ride too.
Every time I felt close to an orgasm I stopped, stalling it for a little while longer and heard him groan. The second time I did that he bit into my nipple and began to ravage my breast. I arched my back so he would have better access to it. My hand slid behind his head and I pulled him closer so he would swallow more of my breast into his mouth. Milk leaked at the corners of his mouth, it was so full of my milk. I wondered whether that is how he had suckled at mother's breasts when we were little. My tits reacted to that thought.
I knew soon, as my pregnancy progressed, I would be in no condition to have sex, so I had to look for ways to satisfy my urges unless I ended up being frustrated for most part of it. I knew that would leave a bad taste in my mouth and I still had plans of being bred by my brother a few more times.
I began to dandle in his lap again, harder than before. I screamed my moans until I collapsed into his arms spent and thoroughly satisfied. I lay like that, while he pulled a blanket over our nakedness. I wondered what my mother's reactions had been to all she had just witnessed. But I felt too exhausted to look. Maybe in a bit, I would, once I had gathered my wits and my breath.
"Riya, you're going to hurt yourself if we keep fucking like this. This has to stop baby," Rudra said worriedly and I looked around to see that mother had already left. I was a little disheartened. Coming back to the love of my life I murmured.
"Then stop me. Why don't you?" I asked teasingly.
He exhaled. "You know why. 'Cause I have never been able to say no to anything you say, specially when you're pregnant like this."
I chuckled.
"Right," he sighed. "Laugh at my misery." His arms tightened to hold me harder against him. He lifted me then taking us to our bedroom.
"How many do you feel inside you?" He began to murmur the way we usually did before going to bed.
"I can't say exactly right now," I murmured back pressing my ear to his heart, one hand over his, on my belly. "Maybe in a couple of months I'll be able to say."
"Does it hurt, when you jump like that in my lap?"
"No, but it feels heavy." I pressed a kiss on his chest. We slept naked these days. He liked feeling me against his skin, specially my belly, when the babies moved inside me.
"I feel the weight too every time you come down on my cock." He chuckled.
I hit him with a fist. "I'm not even four months gone yet. What will happen when I'm nine months?"
"Nothing, You think I'm going to let you keep fucking like that till then. We're being foolish Riya." He shook his head the way he did whenever he felt overpowered by something.
"Yes, I know." I could always think clearly post-orgasm. "But I want you too much these days Rudra, I don't know what to do to stop myself," I said frustrated.
He squeezed me to himself more. "Neither can I. But. We need to work this out Riya for the betterment of the babies. You know how difficult it was for you to conceive this time. We had almost lost all hope. This has been a blessing. Lets not squander it by plain stupidity."
I nodded against his chest, sighing. If only I could talk to him and tell him what it was that was arousing me so much these days.
My mind drifted to mother before I fell asleep.
