Between My Brother's Legs Ch. 02

"You had a little too much to drink, he lied, and I let you sleep it off. Are you feeling better?" I couldn't remember much of anything and just wanted to go home.

"No I'm not feeling better, I said groggily. I need to go home Mal."

"Alright, the car's right outside. I'll get you home, and you can get to bed," Mal responded in a concerned voice.

When he got me home, Mal walked me to the door and kissed me goodnight. I went into the bathroom for a quick shower before bed, and when I took my clothes off, I realized I didn't have any panties on and couldn't help but feel a faint soreness between my legs that signaled sexual penetration.

It seemed as if it was a distant, foggy memory, but I knew Mal had had sex with me and I felt sad and disappointed that he had ignored my wishes and jeopardized my trust in him.

*****

A few weeks later, I awoke feeling happy and eager for the busy Saturday I had planned. I got out of bed, walked naked into the kitchen, and prepared a pot of coffee before going out onto the deck. After only a few sips of my coffee, I found myself bent over the railing being violently sick. When I was able to steady myself, I went back into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of cold iced water. 'What the hell caused that?' I wondered. It was probably something I had eaten the night before I thought. Feeling better, I showered, dressed and headed into town. After several hours of running errands, I returned home for dinner, a movie and to bed early.

The phone rang; it was Mal.

I had gradually pulled back from Mal since that night at his office and let his calls go to voice message. Sure, I was young, just having celebrated my twentieth birthday a week or so before, but I wasn't an idiot. My memory of that evening in his office was still a bit sketchy; the missing panties, the vaginal soreness and the hazy image of Mal standing between my open legs, thrusting into me. I was too embarrassed and perhaps intimidated to saying anything to him, and had decided to let it go and just to move on.

Mal called again that evening before I went to bed. We talked briefly, and though I had some reservations, he persisted, and we ended up making plans to meet for dinner later in the week.

The next morning was almost a repeat of the previous day. Halfway through a bowl of corn flakes, I felt a queasy sensation and was up and running to the bathroom, trying not to be sick before I reached the toilet. Feeling lightheaded, I returned to bed and slept until noontime. I thought that perhaps I was catching the flu or something.

When I was sick for the third day in a row, I knew I should see someone. Since I didn't have a regular doctor, I called Mal's office and made an appointment for a checkup and a referral to a general practice physician.

*****

The day of my appointment, I took a deep breath as I nervously walked through the door of his office. The visit started normally enough, I was shown to the examination room and his nurse Janine began asking the customary health related questions, taking a urine sample, my blood pressure, temperature, etc. After Janine had left the exam room, Mal entered and with me seated on the exam table, he opened the upper half of my gown and began examining my breasts. Squeezing, pinching, touching me in a way that was not medical and yet I stoically sat there and allowed it.

As Mal's examination progressed, he told me to lay down on the table, and he opened the lower portion of the gown leaving me completely exposed as he pressed and palpated my stomach. Totally absorbed in what he was doing, he ran his hand over my smooth, freshly shaven mound and then startled me by drawing his finger slowly between my legs, up and down parting my swollen pink, moist lips.

Mal inserted two fingers and began stroking inside me, and I reached for his hand to stop him.

"No!" He said emphatically.

"Don't do that again, Beth . . . do you understand?"

"Yes," I replied, taken aback by the unfamiliar, intimidating tone that left me feeling thoroughly chastised.

What he was doing felt good, but it did not feel right. Does that make sense? I can't explain it, but there was something about Mal, the force of his personality, the sexual aura, I don't know that made me want to submit to him.

I lay there, and to my distress, I could feel myself starting to respond. Despite Mal's warning, I tried to close my legs, not wanting to cum for him there on the exam table. Mal looked at me, firmly opened my knees again and continued to probe inside my pussy. He withdrew his fingers and began fondling and massaging my pussy and clit as my arousal increased.

"Mal, I began. Please stop, this is wrong," I said hesitantly.

"Be quite Beth; I'll be finished with your exam in just another minute or so."

He now had what felt like two or three fingers in me, and he moved them around, stroking and turning them and then pressed them hard into me until I felt myself trembling there on the table. He withdrew his now wet, sticky fingers from my pussy. To my disgust, I realized I had orgasmed.

Mal came around to the side of the table.

"How do you feel?" he asked

I looked at him confused and speechless, but before I could gather myself to answer, his nurse Janine came back into the room. Mal told her to help me get dressed and to have me sit and wait until he returned to give me the lab results, his findings and answer any questions I might have.

When Mal reentered the room, he pulled his chair up next to me and casually placing his hand on the inside of my thigh told me that I was eight weeks pregnant.

"Pregnant?" I asked a bit incredulous. How could that be? After more than a year of having unprotected sex with my brother and two months after his death, I find out I'm pregnant.

"Do you know who the father is, Beth?"

I looked at him blankly, silently, and suddenly burst into a flood of tears.

"Beth? Beth, what is it," he asked, now the warm, considerate man I had first met and not the lascivious, lecherous bore he could sometimes be.

"Do you know who the father is?" He asked again.

Taking a deep breath, I finally replied, "My brother . . . the father is my brother Jack."

Mal sat, visibly stunned, probably thinking he had misunderstood what I had said.

I had only known Mal for a couple of months and yet seated across from him I was unable to hold it in any longer and blurted out everything about my brother; our attraction to each other, the incest, the yearlong forbidden relationship, my love for him and his sudden death. This was the first time I had confided to anyone about Jack and me.

"I loved him, more than I can put into words, I said to Mal as the tears continued to come in an endless flood. I loved him as my brother, but I also loved him as a man. It wasn't until I gave him my virginity and he taught me, showed me what loving another person could be like that I understood how special he was."

I grew quiet and introspective and then turning to Mal and seeing what I interpreted as a judgmental scowl on his face I felt the need to explain further.

"The urges and sexual tension between us had grown stronger over that last year before our trip to Italy. The flirting, the innuendoes and touching, it had become difficult just to be near him. I had let him touch me down there, and at his insistence, I had kissed his penis and once even let him slip the head into my mouth. We both realized we were playing with fire and tried not to put ourselves into questionable situations, but it proved to be a useless effort. I thought we had things under control until one night when our parents were out, and Jack came to my room. He said he couldn't sleep, that he kept thinking about me. I was flattered like only a young, stupid girl can be.

He crawled into my bed, and we cuddled enjoying the feel and warmth of each other's body.

"I want you to suck me, Bethy, just a little. I promise I won't cum in your mouth, I promise." He said in a low, throaty voice.

"No!" I said half-heartedly, I don't think I should do that.

"Please Bethy; I hurt so badly, my nuts ache, please."

I felt sorry for him.

"Come on Bethy. I'm your big brother; you know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you, don't you?"

I did not resist when Jack threw back the covers and urged me to scoot lower in the bed. He directed my head down as he pressed his cockhead between my lips. He slid in and out of my mouth only a couple of times before he stiffened.

"I'm gonna cum Beth," he grunted, before he suddenly pushed me off his cock, and began ejaculating thin, milky threads of cum onto his stomach and the sheets. I had never seen anything like that before and sat staring at the puddle that formed in his belly button where his cum had landed.

When his legs stopped trembling, Jack got up and going into the bathroom came back with a towel and cleaned up the congealing mess he had made on the sheets. He kissed me on the lips and grinning, slipped through the door and headed back to his bedroom.

Nothing else like that happened again, until a few weeks later in the guest bathroom, when I gave him head and let him cum in my mouth for the first time. It wasn't until our parent's had Jack accompany me on my trip to Italy that we became sexually intimate. Looking back, I'm sure we would have consummated our love eventually, but I think being free of parental restraints, we gave into our hearts and physical desires.

*****

Curiosity flickered across Mal's face, but he managed to repress the urge to question me or to delve into the salacious topic of brother/sister incest. Mal caressed my cheek and lifting my head to look at him said, "I don't think loving your brother that way was a bad thing, it happened, it was consensual. Love is love, and we have to grasp it where ever we find it."

"The baby is his, Mal. Jack was my first man, and I hadn't been with anyone else since he died, except . . . except you, I said pointedly, looking into his eyes. The baby is his."

"Beth, I'm here whenever you want to talk, and I think in your condition, it would be good for you emotionally and physically to do just that," he said.

I took a deep breath and dried my eyes, feeling relieved that I didn't need to keep everything bottled up inside anymore, at least not with Mal.

After a brief silence, he took my hand and said, "Well now, getting back to your pregnancy, everything is fine," he reassured me. He was confident there wouldn't be any problems if I kept my appointments, took my vitamins and did the exercises he would give me. Since this was my first baby, he also felt that doing some special exercises would potentially make the actual birth a little easier. To that end, there would be in-office vaginal stretching that he would take care of himself during my visits and he would also prescribe a vaginal dilator for me to use at home.

"You're a healthy, vital young girl; you and your baby will be fine," he said encouragingly.

"From what we've discussed before, I know you have not been very active sexually, but now that you're pregnant, you'll notice not only the changes to your body but also some pretty dramatic changes and increases in hormonal levels that may cause you to act, think and behave differently. Don't be alarmed by these changes, they're normal, and remember, if you should ever have any questions or concerns all you have to do is ask."

I left Mal's office understandably anxious about being pregnant; sad because I would have the baby without my brother, but happy because I knew Mal would be with me.

I called my Mother, and swearing her to secrecy told her that I was pregnant. I told her I had met someone and had been intimate with him. She listened quietly but obviously did not believe the story I had concocted. She was thrilled at the thought of she and Dad being grandparents but horrified that I was pregnant and that my deceased brother Jack was more than likely the father of my unborn child.

*****

Mal was not repulsed by my pregnancy; we had not been sexual aside from oral sex since the night in his office. After learning of my pregnancy, he began almost pressuring me to have sex with him whenever we were together. I tried to explain to Mal, how I felt about my brother and the fact that I was carrying his baby, and while he said, he understood it didn't change how he acted towards me. Eventually, as my pregnancy progressed, I found myself wanting to feel a man next to me, inside me and I finally acquiesced and began having sex with Mal. We would have sex regularly, telling myself it was to placate him and to avoid the inevitable argument, but deep down I knew that in my blossoming horniness only Mal's hot, thick, veiny cock seemed to satisfy me. As for Mal, knowing the incestuous circumstances surrounding my pregnancy only inflamed his desires, curiosity, and fantasies more.

Maybe because of Mal's obsession with my pregnancy, my changing body, and his possessiveness, on some level, I became very attached and attracted to him. He said what I was feeling was perfectly normal due to the changes brought on by my pregnancy. Here I was at twenty years old, pregnant and in a constant state of sexual arousal and if it had not been for Mal's willingness to service (such an indelicate word) me, I think I would have gone crazy.

"You know Bethy, there are a lot of men who love pregnant women, their look, their smell, the way they feel when you make love to them," Mal said as he looked at me and absently rubbed his cock. I think Mal, was one of those men who liked and fantasized about pregnant women. From the time my pregnancy was known, his interest and attentiveness were sometimes overwhelming to me. I had only been with one other man before him, and as a malleable, naïve woman barely out of her teens, alone and pregnant with her first baby I saw Mal as an older, experienced man whom I trusted.

*****

As my belly grew bigger and my tits fuller, so did my almost constant horniness, and I noticed an increasing sexuality that I needed to have satisfied. Of course, he had no problem with this, in fact on more than one occasion as he moved nside me, he would confess that he took great pleasure in emptying his balls and covering my already ripening womb with his cum. I guess it was a real ego boost for him. Here was a man more than twice my age banging a girl who was several years younger than his own twenty five year old son was. I'm sure some of his friends looked at him with envy knowing that he was regularly fucking me, and probably assumed he was the father of my baby, a rumor that he did not deny.

Sensing my concern about my changing emotions, he reassured me that my feelings and sexual urges were normal and to be expected and that I should not resist them, but enjoy them. As the weeks passed, my needs and willingness to indulge them increased, not only at home but sometimes in public, even in his office during my visits. The visits would start appropriately enough, you know doctor and patient, but gradually they turned intimate, and we would end up having sex there on the examining table.

Mal was the kind of man who did not hide his sexual inclinations. Within minutes of my entering his exam room and his nurse Janine leaving, Mal would come up from behind me, cup my breast and begin to massage each one, gently pinching and squeezing each nipple. My once pert medium sized breasts were gradually becoming full and heavy; he enjoyed fondling and sucking my nipples into long, hard brown peaks. He would suckle on my hard nipple would say how he was looking forward to drinking my milk or covering his dick with my milk before having me suck him off.

Mal was particularly attracted to my enlarging breasts, sometimes calling me his little milk cow and saying that I needed to be milked. I remember once sitting on the exam table, and him squeezing and massaging my breast when a small drop of pre-milk seeped out. He was ecstatic and changing positions so that I was laying on the table he lowered his mouth to my swollen, tender teat and sucked it into his mouth. At the feel of his warm, moist mouth, an electric ripple traveled through me, and I could hear him moaning as he lost himself in the experience. As he sucked my tits, I slowly jerked him to orgasm, marveling at the amount of cum that sprayed out and covered my stomach. I lay there my patient gown open as Mal rubbed his cum over my swollen belly, letting his hand find the place between my legs making my hips strain for closer contact with his fingers and then my reward.

I grew more comfortable during my office visits and even looked forward to having my "vagina stretched." There on the exam table, Mal would have me lay on my back with my feet in the stirrups as he examined me, letting his hand move down and between my legs, massaging, rubbing. When I inevitably began to moan quietly, Mal would take my feet out to the stirrups, place them flat on the table near my hips and open my knees. Inserting his fingers inside me, slowly working them around, twisting, turning, stroking in and out preparing me. When he had me sopping wet, and my clit was swollen and visibly pulsing, he would open his exam coat, drop his pants and penetrate me. It was a wonderful sensation to have him filling me so completely. His long, thick cock buried deep inside me thrusting . . . thrusting . . . thrusting until he threw back his head and came in a controlled but powerful ejaculation.

*****

By the time I was into my seventh month, I had a high, rounded pregnant belly and enlarged, swollen tits that had increased by at least two cup sizes. Indulging his desires and my eager availability, Mal would show up at the house unexpectedly and want to have sex. I remember one afternoon, I was in the kitchen making a sandwich for myself when suddenly he was behind me. I had ear buds in my ears and hadn't heard him come in, but when I felt his hands caress my belly and then lift the back of my housedress, I was immediately excited and sexually ready for him. I bent over the counter and lowered my head onto my crossed arms (he had me well trained by then). Mal spread my legs wider apart, reached between my legs and pressed his finger inside me.

"Damn, you're already wet, Bethy," he said.

Mal unzipped and taking it out and pressed his engorged cock into my wet, pregnant pussy as I rubbed my aching clit. He gave a plaintive groan, and pushed harder. Once he enveloped, and buried balls deep inside me, he began to stroke. With slow, deep strokes, he worked his cock so that he was able to feel the shape, size, and contours of my pussy. He fucked me there in the kitchen, bent over the sink, like a mare tethered and ready to be serviced by her stud.

I was so frigging horny during the latter part of my pregnancy that all I thought about was being satisfied. Sometimes my needs were so demanding that I had actually gone to Mal's office in the middle of the day to have sex with him. It had to be him; I didn't want anyone else.

Despite what I perceived as my huge, cumbersome belly, Mal saw it as beautiful and sexy. Mal wanted me to move in with him, to be there naked and accessible to him when he wanted me, and how he wanted me. I had become so accustomed to him touching and fondling me, making love to me, that one night as we lay in bed with him pumping into me I realized I hadn't thought of my brother Jack in a long time and was saddened and disappointed with myself for so easily forgetting him. I grew quiet and still under Mal.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing, nothing," I replied as I reached down and began to caress my soft puffy mound and its hard, pink pearl. I came in a warm, rippling wave of release with Mal forcefully, filling me with so much of his semen that it overflowed my pussy, dripped between my ass cheeks and onto the cool white bedsheets.