Several months went by after I watched my brother make love to our mother for the first time. We were on our way to get some groceries since my mother was due to deliver our new little sister any day now and didn't feel like walking all around the grocery store herself. He knew I had lost my virginity to my father but he had never asked me about it until now.
"How many times did you let dad fuck you?" he asked out of the blue.
"Umm, just that one time, the night I lost my virginity and then once more the next morning. Why?" I didn't mind telling him now, after some months had passed.
"That's kind of what I thought."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, it's just that mom, she's invited me to, you know, a lot over the last few months, all through her pregnancy." It sounded like he needed someone to talk to about it. I was willing to listen.
"I kind of figured you two would. She really enjoyed the way you made love to her, the first time I watched you two together. How many times have you done it with her?" I wondered out loud.
"Well I mean, like every other day for the past like six months or so, right, so what is that, like a hundred times by now? Probably something like that." He stared straight ahead at traffic, probably replaying each time in his mind.
"Kyle!" I squealed from the passenger seat. "You've fucked mom a hundred times?!" It seemed unimaginable, but I guess the numbers added up. How did dad not find out? But he was gone for work an awful lot with all of the storms this year.
"Yeah, Sis, we both love to do it together. It's just that, you know, none of this could ever have happened if she didn't let you be with dad first. Was that her idea, or yours?"
I had to think back. "It was her idea for me to ask dad. I just wanted to wear that prom dress and have a man make love to me. I hadn't ever thought it would be dad until she suggested it."
"Ok that's what I thought. And it was her idea too that I lose my virginity with her, ya know, in her and everything."
"That must be what she wanted all along. She helped me fulfill my wish so she could have hers. I guess it all worked out though." We quit talking about it.
*****
The next night the storms came back. My dad had to go out to fix emergency calls for the power company. Around midnight the lightning and thunder woke me up and I couldn't go back to sleep. Then I heard a tree crash outside and the power went out at our house. I waited a few minutes for the power to come back on, but nothing. I used my phone to light my way down the hall to check on my mother.
I wasn't too surprised to find my brother already in bed with her, and a candle burning on her nightstand.
"You can come here, too" my mother invited me. I could tell they were both naked, or nearly naked. I wanted to be warm and not alone. So I pulled off my t-shirt and climbed in on the other side of my mother.
I held on to her and enjoyed the warmth and softness of her and the sheets of her bed. "You're not having contractions yet, are you?" I asked.
"No, honey, but any day now they could start. The due date is two days away but both of you came early." I rubbed her swollen belly holding our about-to-be-new little sister inside.
"Aww I'm sure she's safe inside you."
"The only problem is with the power out my breast pump won't work and I'm producing double now, enough for little Timmy and now this new little one."
"I'm sure Kyle is helping you with that problem" I giggled.
"You can help, too dear. I have two boobs needing relief, after all." She giggled back. "Here, do you want to help?"
I had wondered what her milk tasted like, so I gave it a try, wrapping my lips around her right breast as my brother Kyle did the same to her left breast. With just a little sucking her milk started to flow. She held our heads to her chest as we both nursed on her, helping to relieve her pressure. I could feel her heart beating in her chest, and her steady breathing, in between the little slurps of Kyle and me drinking her milk. I loved how warm and rich it tasted it. One day soon I hoped to have my breasts swell with milk as well for my own babies.
"Are you getting turned on for me, Kyle?" she asked while stroking his hair. I wondered if she felt his cock hardening, pressed up again her from the side.
"Yes, Mommy..."
"You know all you have to do is ask." She reminded him of her policy when it came to his advances.
"Can I make love to you again Mommy, one more time before the baby comes?" He sounded so earnest, like he knew that after the pregnancy was over they shouldn't do this anymore.
"Yes, son, please, at least one more time..." I saw here eyes were closed, like she let herself drift off to her forbidden world of pleasure already.
I unlatched from her breast and rolled back over to the side as he climbed on top of her. Like he must have done literally a hundred times before he nestled between her legs that she gladly spread for him. Holding himself up above her huge swollen belly he had no trouble finding her wet slit. But he knew he had to be gentle. I reached over and felt her belly just as he pushed his tip into her. We all felt the baby kick inside her womb. My mother winced and moaned and my brother let out a guttural groan as he pushed himself farther in. How natural it looked for him to push his cock into her, like it belonged there all along.
As I steadied her belly he began to give her long loving strokes with his cock. She moaned softly, enjoying his sexual passion for her, perhaps the final consummation they would ever enjoy. He seemed entranced by her beautiful pregnant naked body, pouring all his effort and strength into satisfying her sexual desires. After so many times he now knew just how to stimulate her, how to move his hips and position the angle of his rigid cock as he continued to thrust, dragging his bare tip along her slick walls, plunging himself in until his tip must be within inches of our almost fully developed little sister in her womb.
She writhed with forbidden pleasure beneath him as the minutes ticked by and the candle burned down lower, until only a faint soft glow illuminated their naked bodies and their passionate love making.
I felt the bed softly swaying beneath the three of us, like the comfort of an old fashioned rocking chair. With her right arm my mother pulled me close to her, so I could share part of the motion of their love-making. Then she guided my head to her breast, beckoning me to suckle from her again.
By the candle light I suckled on her warm milk as my brother made love to her sweetly. I alternated between her two breasts, enjoying her nourishment as my brother enjoyed the depths of her pussy. The longer I suckled on her the more I felt my own nipples harden and become more sensitive in the night air.
