The door clicked shut behind us and the second it did, my brother Mike had me bent over the kitchen table with my dress yanked up around my waist. My belly, already round and heavy with his kid, pressed against the wood. Eight months along and my tits were leaking through the thin cotton, nipples dark and aching.
“Fuck, look at this pregnant cunt,” he growled, two thick fingers shoving straight into me without warning. I was soaked, had been dripping since he texted me from work that he was coming home early to use me. “Still the tightest hole in the house even when you’re knocked up.”
I moaned and pushed back, grinding on his hand. “Shut up and fuck me. Been thinking about your cock all day.”
Mike didn’t need telling twice. He ripped his belt open, hauled his dick out, and slammed it home in one brutal thrust. The stretch burned so good. My swollen belly rocked against the table with every rough snap of his hips. Milk dribbled from my nipples onto the wood.
“Goddamn, sis, you’re leaking everywhere,” he grunted, reaching around to squeeze one heavy tit. Warm milk squirted between his fingers. “Gonna drink from these while I breed you again after this one pops out.”
The filthy words made me clench hard around him. We’d started this shit two years ago, just the two of us sneaking around after Mom and Dad moved out of state. First time he came inside me raw I knew I was fucked, literally and figuratively. Missed my period two weeks later. Didn’t stop us. If anything it made him worse—more possessive, more desperate to keep pumping loads into his knocked-up sister.
He pulled out suddenly, flipped me onto my back on the table, and shoved my thighs apart. My belly sat high and tight between us. Mike stared at my spread pussy, shiny with my juices, then drove back in, bottoming out so deep I saw stars.
“Harder,” I begged, hands gripping the edge of the table. “Fuck your pregnant sister like you mean it.”
He did. The table legs scraped the floor with every thrust. My milk-slick tits bounced and leaked with the force of it. Mike leaned down, latched onto one nipple, and sucked hard while he pounded me. The wet sounds of his cock slamming into my cunt mixed with the filthy slurp of him drinking from me.
“Gonna fill you up again,” he snarled against my tit, milk running down his chin.
“Keep this belly full of my babies. You’re mine to breed.”
I came with a broken cry, pussy pulsing around him, milk spraying from the nipple he wasn’t sucking. Mike followed right after, burying himself to the balls and unloading thick ropes deep inside. I felt every hot spurt, imagined it mixing with the first load he’d already put in me that morning.
He stayed inside me while we caught our breath, one hand rubbing slow circles over my stretched belly. “Feel that?” he muttered. “My kid kicking while I’m still balls-deep in you. Fucking nasty.”
I laughed breathlessly, clenching around his softening cock on purpose. “You love it.”
“Damn right I do.” He pulled out slow, watching his cum trickle out of my used hole. Then he dropped to his knees right there on the kitchen floor and buried his face between my thighs, tongue lapping up the mess he’d made.
We didn’t stop there. After he made me come again on his tongue he carried me to the couch, laid me on my side, and slid back into my pussy from behind. His hand stayed on my belly the whole time, feeling every movement while he fucked me slow and deep until he came again.
By the time we were done I was leaking milk and cum from both ends, legs shaky, belly tight and full. Mike kissed the back of my neck, voice low and rough.
“Rest up. Soon as that kid’s out I’m putting another one in you the same night.”
I smiled against the cushion, already aching for it. “Better keep your word, big brother.”
He always did.
