Monica, My Loving Sister

Literotic asexstories – Monica, My Loving Sister by ragal2,ragal2 No sexual thoughts or activity of minors are suggested in the story.

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My 2 parents are physicians. Mom is a pediatrician, and Dad is an attending in the emergency room in a downtown hospital. Both are workaholics and spend long hours at work. Neither one arrives home earlier than 6 pm, and frequently, they are on call too.

As a result, growing up, I could not rely on them for many of my needs. Luckily, my sister, Monica, who’s 10 years older than me, helped a lot: Making sandwiches, ensuring I arrived safely from school, and doing homework. Later, she represented my parents in parent-teacher conferences and drove me to after-school activities like swimming lessons and baseball team training.

Only later, in high school, I learned to appreciate the sacrifices she made to help me in my younger years. She was like my real mother. I addressed my parents as Mom and Dad, but in my heart, I thought of them as aunt and uncle who supply the money needed to live comfortably.

I loved Monica and often wondered how she tolerated a brat like me. She was always smiley, patient, and ready to help. I still remember when I got into a fight with another guy in my class. I can’t recall the reason, but we both suffered multiple bruises, and then we made peace. The other guy was scared to show up at his house with a bloody nose and torn clothes, so I brought him home. My sister washed our wounds, covered the bloody areas with dressings, sewed the clothes, and then accompanied the guy home to calm his parents. She was a true angel!

Monica got married when I was a senior in high school. At the wedding, I kissed her cheek and joked, “You betrayed me with Larry; I’ll never forgive you.”

She grinned, “Soul dear, I love you and always will, but it’s time for you to leave the nest.” The new couple moved to Florida, where Larry’s company headquarters was located. The following year, I got accepted to the University of Wisconsin in Madison.

I liked college life from day one. Sometimes, I had to study hard, including evenings and even part of the night. But the mostly-nice group of students and frequent partying on weekends, more than made up for that. By the end of my first year my GPA was 3.9 – Not bad!

…

In the middle of my second year, I heard good news: Monica became pregnant. I called her, “Hey, sis, I am not old enough to be an uncle.”

Her familiar laugh sounded pleasant, “Hi, baby, how are you doing at school?”

“Without your help, I am getting lost. Leave your husband, have an abortion, and come help me.”

Monica giggled, “Honey, it’s time to grow up. Another baby is coming to the world soon.”

“But I miss you!”

“You are always welcome here.”

“I can’t right now. I’ll do it during our vacation.”

“Good. My due date is late June, so you can help me.”

“Monica, take care. I’ll be there after my nephew is born.”

“Sorry brother, but no nephew. The first one will be your niece.”

“I hope Larry is OK with having a daughter. Hugs and kisses.”

…

I ended my second year with straight As. My parents took a rare day off to celebrate with me. My dad declared, “I always knew you had it in you. So, what specialty in medicine do you plan to go to?”

“None. I want to become a veterinarian.”

Both were surprised, and Mom asked, “Why?”

“Because I like animals, especially large ones, like horses and cows. I think I can do a good job.”

Dad said, “Of course you can, but why not humans?”

“Because people may be annoying, noncompliant, and even jerks. Animals are simpler, and I do not foresee any conflict with my animal-patients.”

“Well, you have 2 more years to decide. It will be interesting to see if you change your mind.”

…

Our summer vacation started, and I spent the first 3 days catching up on my lack of good sleep. My original plan was to enjoy the next few days, meet old friends, and relax. However, everything changed. My sister delivered her baby on my first day off. Unfortunately, Larry, who knew the baby was supposed to be born 2-3 weeks later, agreed to go on a 2 weeks assignment to California to manage an emergency situation in their most important subsidiary.

Three days later, I got a text from Monica, “Soul, no rush, but if you are already on vacation and can help, it would be fantastic.”

The next day, I flew to Miami. Nobody was in their house in the suburbs. I ate a pizza at the nearby Domino’s and went to sleep, knowing Monica and the baby were ready to leave the hospital the next morning.

I drove her car and brought them to their small house. I had no idea what to do and how to help. While she held the tiny baby, I carried Monica’s stuff to the house. The house was prepared for the arrival of the new heir. Monica left the sleeping baby in the new bed and stared at me, “Soul, you grew nicely. I am happy to see you. No kisses yet. I need an urgent shower.”

She exited half an hour later, smiling with pinkish cheeks, “Home shower is the best. Did Tiffany cry?”

“No. The little angel is asleep. Let me look at you.” She wore a long robe that covered much of her figure. Compared to the way I remembered, the tummy showed a small bulge, and her chest seemed larger than before.

She noticed my eyes and chuckled, “During the pregnancy, my breasts grew. Now, they started filling with milk and continued to swell. From C-cup before the pregnancy, it went up to DD now. I look like a cow.”

I smiled, “I like cows. I even told Mom and Dad I wanted to become a large-animal veterinarian.”

“Honey, it’s nice that you already know what you want. And being selfish, I am happy to hear it because I feel awful being so big.”

“Monica, do you want something to drink? Shall I make you a sandwich or bring something from a nearby restaurant?”

“A cup of tea with cookies be nice. You can find everything on the shelf and in the second drawer.”

As I was boiling the tea, Tiffany began crying. Monica grinned, “My baby needs to eat too. Pour me the tea and bring it to the living room. We can talk as I nurse her.”

Seven minutes later, I was carrying the tray to the table and saw Monica opening her robe, exposing her left boob, and letting the baby milk her.

I stopped in my tracks. Her tit was huge, firm, and looked amazing. The large areola and nipple were beautiful, too. My penis began stiffening…

I felt shame; the simple natural act of breastfeeding my new niece caused me to harden. What a pervert. Luckily, Monica focused on her baby and didn’t notice my reaction. After a couple of minutes, she gazed at me, “Isn’t she pretty?”

I sat down, put one leg over the other to hide my erection, and blurted, “She is very pretty, almost like her mother.”

Monica smiled, “You are sweet, but we both know it’s not true. Some cows look good, but not this one. I hope to lose the extra weight in several weeks.”

I mumbled, “Please, don’t lose too much. I think you look awesome now…”

She stared at me, “Do you wish for me to look like your future patients, or you refer to my bosom?”

I glanced at her and hesitated, “Will I get into trouble if I tell you the truth?”

“Dear Soul, are you afraid of me? Since when we can’t say everything we feel to each other?”

“Don’t complain I didn’t warn you. I think your tits are terrific…”

She giggled, “My breasts are just massive. Too much fat and too much milk, but thank you.”

The baby sucked on her mother for 15 minutes and then stopped and fell asleep with the nipple in her mouth.

Monica said, “Tiffany does the same thing every 2 hours: She milks until she is done and then goes to sleep. I’ve heard a lot about mothers who cannot produce enough milk for their newborns. I have the opposite problem – My factories produce too much milk.”

I chuckled but stayed quiet.

She looked me in the eye, “What’s so funny?”

“May I plead the fifth?…”

“Soul, you behave weirdly. What is going on?”

“Never mind.”

“I insist.”

“Monica, please, you’ll think I am a pervert.”

“What are you saying?”

“…May I suck the other tit?…”

Her eyes concentrated on mine, and then she started laughing, “Oh honey, you are a grown up now. I still remember you as a baby. Are you saying you wish to be my second baby?”

“If it comes with benefits, yes…”

Her stare pierced me. I blushed.

She spoke slowly, “Tell me the truth. Do you like to watch my huge tits, suck them, or get aroused by them?”

I begged her, “Monica, please, do I have to answer?”

“You plan to stay with us for several days. I need to know what’s the issue.”

I looked down and whispered, “All of the above.”

“Honey, I am your sister. A ten years older sister! I raised you. Do you see me in my current fat shape as a sex object?”

“Monica, I always loved you as a big sister and little mother. But now you look radiant, happy, and your tits are gorgeous…”

She glanced at the tent in my pants, “You confuse me. I have no idea what to do now. I love you, and I need you here. But your obsession with my boobs is a problem.”

“Sis, I am sorry. I came here to help.”

“I know it’s not your fault… By the way, have you ever tasted a woman’s milk other than when you were a baby?”

“No, never.”

“So you may not even like it.”

“You still have milk in the other breast. You can use the suction device and let me taste it.”

“OK, but if you dislike the taste, be nice and regurgitate it in the bathroom. Not here on the rug.”

“Deal.”

Monica turned her back to me, connected the suction device to her other tit, and operated it. I heard a quiet buzzing sound. She stopped 5 minutes later, poured the white liquid into a glass, handed it to me, and looked at my face.

I sipped and rolled it in my mouth. It tasted somewhat sweeter and milder than the milk I was used to drink. I liked it. I gazed at Monica and chugged the rest hungrily. I smiled, “Monica, I love it!”

Her face turned pale. She remained silent for a moment and mumbled, “Let me think about it.”

During the night, the baby woke every 2 hours. Each time, I joined Monica despite the inability to help much. We hardly talked, but I saw Monica sneaking peeks at my groin now and then. I was having my boxers on, and they weren’t very good at hiding my expanding pole.

Toward the morning, Monica said, “Soul, go to sleep. You are very nice to offer me company, but you cannot help. Just close the door, and you do not need to join me every time I nurse her. Otherwise, you’ll be exhausted tomorrow.”

She was right; I wasn’t helping, and I didn’t know how she felt knowing I was ogling her breast and sporting an erection…

I closed the door and woke up at 10 am.

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Monica was in the kitchen. She was drinking her coffee and smiled at me, “Interested in a homey breakfast? I can make scrambled eggs with bacon, toast, orange juice, and coffee. If you like other things, like waffles or pancakes, remind me to buy them next time we go to the store.”

“I like the original offer.”

When she went to make the eggs, I watched her. She wore another long robe and looked cute with her rack bulging forward. Geez, I never thought of my sister other than as my family. All of a sudden, after her baby was born, she turned into an attractive, hard-to-resist woman. The mere thought of the erotic sight I saw the day before was enough to jerk my dick.

Monica brought a tray with my breakfast and sat near me, “In college, I doubt you get to eat a real breakfast. Time constraints and laziness are the main reasons. I’ll be busy with my other baby, but I’ll try to spoil you, too.”

As I was enjoying my meal, little Tiffany started crying. Monica brought her to the kitchen, cleaned her, and prepared to nurse her. The magnificent breast was exposed right when I put a large chunk of toast in my mouth. I almost choked and started coughing.

Monika laughed, “Honey, you make my life difficult. Tiffany needs her milk every 2 hours. Would you rather I do it in another room?”

“No, please. I love to watch.”

She smirked, “I know, but your thoughts are not about watching a mother nursing a pretty baby but ogling my breasts.”

“But they are fantastic…”

“Soul, how you’d feel if you tried to concentrate on something while I stared at your exposed penis?”

“I think I’d love it, and it will grow.”

She smiled, “Touché. Anyway, I must nurse Tiffany and then use my sucking device to relieve the building pressure, having too much milk.”

“What do you do with the extra milk?”

“So far, I dumped it. I thought of donating it to a mother who doesn’t produce enough milk, but I don’t know any, and it’s embarrassing to look for one.”

“Can I drink it?”

“You mean, you want little to add to your coffee?”

“No. I’d like to have everything Tiffany doesn’t use.”

“Do you like it that much?”

“I do.”

“I see a logistical issue. As of now, I breastfeed Tiffany for at least 10 minutes. Then I go to bed, connect to the device, and spend up to 20 more minutes draining the remaining milk while comfortably watching TV.”

“Why don’t you do both simultaneously to save time?”

She blushed, “Do you want me to sit near you with both my breasts in full view?”

“Why does it matter whether I see a single marvelous tit or two?”

“Let me put it differently. You saw my breasts already. Why do you keep ogling if you know they won’t change?”

“Because my hormones keep telling my brain to watch the desired beauties. And I also like the taste of your milk.”

She giggled, “My little brother is a pervert. I guess your next suggestion to help me save time will be Tiffany, and you will suck both my tits at the same time…”

I smiled, “What a great idea?! Can we?”

She glanced at me momentarily, “Soul, I can’t tell if you are joking or serious.”

I looked into her eyes sternly, “Monica, if you agree, I’ll be the happiest man alive.”

“The notion of sucking your sister’s breasts does not bother you at all?”

“First, as a brother, I always loved you, and this act will allow us to be even closer. Your mammaries are gorgeous. Doesn’t Larry like sucking your breasts?”

“Occasionally, during sex, he did it, but once I got pregnant and milk started leaking from my nipples, he stopped, saying he didn’t like the taste.”

“With all due respect, I think he is an idiot, but I love your milk. When you nurse Tiffany, does her sucking hurt or you like the feeling?”

“I like to feel her lips latch to my boob. It’s pleasant and… exciting.”

“Wouldn’t you like to find out how it feels to have both tits milked?”

She grinned, “Little bro, you are so insistent. Your obsession is becoming too much to argue. OK, let’s try it once, but if you bite me or I do not like the way you do it, that’s the end of the story. Understand?”

“As you say, boss.”

…

An hour later, Monica sat on the sofa, lowered the top part of her robe to her waist, and held Tiffany with her tiny mouth latching to her left nipple. I lay on my side to her right, lifted slightly her right heavy breast, and kissed it. Monica gasped.

Subsequently, I attached my lips to her dark nipple and began milking it gently. The milk started pouring immediately. It was delicious! I sucked somewhat harder and peeked at Monica. Her head leaned backward, her eyes closed, and she had a strange smile. I heard her moan softly, and her thighs parted.

Having the glorious tit in my mouth and noticing Monica’s reaction, my pecker engorged fast. I increased my slurping, and my hand moved to tweak lightly the firm breast. She groaned louder, and her legs spread further apart.

Next, my palm wandered slightly lower, caressing her tummy. She shivered and put her hand on mine to stop me from advancing. I left my palm in place and accelerated the sucking power. She shook once more, and whispered, “Soul, what are you doing?”

I removed temporarily my lips from her tit, kneaded it with my fingers, and whispered, “I love your taste, and I love you. All of you!”

As the baby continued sucking on her Mom, my lips latched onto her nipple again. Her hand moved from mine to caress my hair, and she murmured, “Dear Soul, it’s not a good idea.”

My free hand resumed moving south slowly, and I felt her pulse shooting up. I touched her bald mound, and her breathing stopped. My progress was cut short by Tiffany, whose mouth left Monica’s nipple, and she fell asleep. With her mother trembling, the baby had to be put back into bed.

I grabbed Tiffany from her Mom and gently lay her in her bed.

When I returned, Monica stared at me, “What were you doing to me?”

I sat by her and mumbled, “Suddenly, I felt so much love for you…”

“My nipples are very sensitive these days. You took advantage of the situation. I gave you a finger, and you were after the whole hand…”

“Sorry, I got carried away. Drinking your nectar, milking your beautiful tit, and feeling your smooth skin made me forget the place I was in… I also felt your reaction and didn’t notice resistance.”

Monica blushed, “Not having sex for quite some time and a man sucking my tit was enough to arouse me. I admit it felt great, but we moved to an unchartered territory. Only if you promise to behave, I’ll let you milk me again.”

“Thank you. I really love you.”

She chuckled, “I love you too, but I think your actions make our life more complicated…”

…

Two hours later, Tiffany and I started milking Monica. I remembered the previous session, and my rod was at half mast in no time. I felt Monica’s palm touching my hair lightly. Instinctively, my hand found the breast I was sucking on and massaged it lightly. She moaned, and her legs spread again. My hand trailed down to her navel and continued uninterrupted to her cunt. The labia were moist as Monica’s thighs offered full access. Her head was tilted back, and she was whimpering. I removed her hand from my hair and pulled it gingerly toward my groin. I left it on my covered stiff prick, not knowing if she was aware of where her hand was.

I played gently with her cunt folds and later inserted a finger into her pussy. Her torso quivered mildly, and she whispered, “You promised…”

My fingers danced in her pussy, lightly kneading her clitoris as my lips left her sensitive nipple, and I sat by her side. Her head was still extended back. I leaned onto her face, kissed her full lips softly, and whispered, “Monica dear, I always loved you. You feel fantastic, and I want to pleasure you.”

“But I am married… and with a baby.”

“I know. Please, let me love you.”

“You are crazy…”

At that moment Tiffany chose to wake up. She stopped sucking, opened her eyes, and tried to focus on our faces. Monica smiled at her baby as her breathing was gradually returning to normal.

She put the baby to sleep, returned to the living room, and watched my face, “Soul, what am I going to do with you?”

She didn’t seem angry, and I tried to joke, “You either throw me out of the house or give in…”

Her stare was pleading, “Honey, what are you doing? Your touch is magical but your actions will make our lives miserable?”

“It doesn’t have to be. When Larry returns, I’ll leave.”

“And in the meantime? You know he calls every day. What am I going to tell him?”

“If he loves you, he’ll be happy to hear you are doing well when he is away.”

“So your solution is I should lie to him?”

“Monica, when I was younger, you told me that sometimes we need to make hard decisions.”

“True. But in our case, I’ll have to make the hard decision while you have to decide nothing, and you’ll still be hard…”

“Sis, as I said, I love you with all my heart. I know it may be unfair to you, so I won’t push the subject again. I’ll be here for anything you need; I’ll do the shopping, change the baby’s diapers, drive you – You name it.”

She looked strangely at me, kissed my cheek, and blurted, “Thank you.”

…

For the next 3 days, I walked on eggshells. Both tried to behave normally, but the tension was enormous. We ate together, joked about the baby, and chatted about the weather, but we avoided discussing the elephant in the room.

On the morning of the 4th day, she was in the kitchen, and her phone rang. She picked it up, “Hi Larry. Are you returning home the day after tomorrow as planned?”

I couldn’t hear what he was saying, but Monica’s face told me everything I needed to know: Her husband was staying away. Before hanging up the phone, I heard her say, “Don’t misunderstand me. I do appreciate your efforts supporting our family, but this wasn’t the deal. You weren’t here when your daughter was born, you were not helping at home during the time I needed you most, and now you tell me you will stay there another 2 weeks. You do what you want, but I may do the same!” Then she slammed the phone.

I approached, hugged her, and said, “Monica, that’s OK. I can stay longer and be happy to help until Larry shows up.”

She smiled bitterly, “Honey, that’s what I was afraid of.”

What did she mean?…

Later, the same day, I noticed Monica changing before my eyes. She no longer wore the usual long robe. It was replaced with thin blouses with tiny nipple shields. Her massive breasts swayed freely underneath her blouse, causing my cock to get hard almost all the time. Red lipstick appeared on the second day, highlighting her luscious lips. And then I became aware of the way she glanced at me. While before it was more like sneaking short peeks at a time, now it had become longer unabashed stares. She saw me noticing it, but her eyes continued focusing on me, as if wanting me to start something. I was too conflicted. Knowing Monica was upset about Larry, I was scared to make the wrong move.

On the third evening, I was sitting at the table, pretending to watch TV. She was nursing Tiffany on the sofa. Suddenly, she said, “Soul, please come here.”

I sat by her side, ogled her cute face, and stayed quiet.

“Tiffany uses more milk than before but still does not need more than the content of a single boob. My other breast is full and achy. I am tired of pumping it all the time and dumping it in the bathroom. Do you have an idea what I can do about it?”

“Monica, please, don’t tempt me. You know exactly how I feel, and we both understand where it will lead to…”

“Soul, I struggled with the same subject for days. My brain gave up the first time you sucked me, but later I made up my mind we were nuts to even think about it. The second time, I became hornier and ready for anything too. In both cases, we were saved by god’s bell – Tiffany. I thought it might have been god’s sign to stop. However, the days without your lips on my breasts felt longer, lonelier, and less pleasurable. I missed the feeling of being a desired woman again. The last straw was the phone call from Larry, telling me he got stuck in California for another 2 weeks. If his work is so much more important than his family, I do not see a reason to suffer. Both of us feel the same. My initial reservations about the age difference and being blood-related are no longer a major issue. Do you still find me attractive despite my cow-like appearance?”

I hugged her, kissed her red lips, and whispered, “First, I like cows and want to treat cows in the future. More importantly, your tits are absolutely fantastic, and I mean shape, size, and taste. Your whole body is simply perfect. You’ll make me the happiest man alive if I can have you. Each night, I dreamt about you and hoped you’d open my door and say the same thing you just said…”

She blushed and murmured, “Will you be nice and suck on my other nipple? It waited too long for you.”

I smirked, “Only if the milk is free.”

Monica giggled, “Judging by the way you milked me the other times, it shouldn’t be free. This time, you’ll have to finish what you started…”

I sighed, “If I do not have another option… ”

She grinned, “you are such a jerk. Can’t admit you love the idea?”

“I’ll never give up to a woman! This is a man’s world, and women have to abide by OUR rules.”

She gazed at me for several seconds and said, “I thought you were better than Larry. I see I was mistaken. Please, pack your stuff and leave.”

I knelt before her, “Monica, forgive me. It was a stupid joke. I love you and, of course, will do ANYTHING…”

She stood up, went to put the baby in her crib, and blurted, “Prove it to me. Undress!”

I hesitated. Not so much due to shyness or feeling insecure about my body. It was because my 7 incher was already pointing straight up. With no other choice, I removed my clothes and stood in front of her naked.

She sat down, and her eyes explored my body, focusing on my groin. She licked her dry lips and announced, “Not bad, bro. Now lay on the sofa and milk me in the nude. I want to observe your reaction to sucking my tit and touching my body.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I did as she said and, seconds later, enjoyed the fresh, sweet taste of her milk. Like before, her head rested on the chair back, and she shut her eyes. Her face displayed immense pleasure. My palm began massaging the round tit slowly, and soon her groans started. My hand trailed down, slipping inside her skirt and panties, eventually reaching her cunt. Her respiration seemed more labored, and her legs opened. My 2 fingers invaded her wet pussy and began rubbing the front wall. I felt her tiny palm massaging lightly my pectorals. I directed the hand toward my stiffy and gently arranged her body to lay supine on the sofa.

Her hand started bobbing me lightly, and she whispered, “Honey, you were so good sucking me before. I wish to return the favor.”

I turned slightly to facilitate her access to my pole, hoping not to cum too early. Monica’s pouty lips enveloped the head, and she licked it. She removed it from her mouth and inspected it. I heard her whisper, “Please, don’t grow bigger. You are already longer and thicker than the one I am used to giving head to.”

Next, a drop of precum leaked from my slit. She grinned, “Oh, buddy, your Master sucked my milk, and you wish to let me taste you too.” Her little tongue tasted the fluid, and she murmured, “Mild but tasty appetizer. And now for the main course.”

Subsequently, her mouth opened wide and engulfed the first inch of my prick. Her face advanced steadily forward, taking my organ inside, inch by inch. I stared in awe at how her expert mouth slowly concealed it. The feeling in her warm, moist mouth was extraordinary! My member was buried deep in her throat when her oral dance started. The girl was a real expert: She did it slowly and methodically, ensuring all of it was inside before pulling it out while ‘Hoovering’ it. After less than 2 minutes, my spunk was ready to gush out. I warned her, “Love, you are too good. If you continue, I am going to explode in seconds!…”

Her hand rose in a sign of thumb up, and her rhythm accelerated. I erupted in her pharynx with tons of seed. Monica calmly swallowed it as it came and showed no signs of distress. My prior oral experience wasn’t vast, but Monica was by far the best, and much better than I expected.

She made sure to milk the remnant from my urethra and then gazed at my face and smiled, “Little brother’s factory produces a tasty cocktail. Knowing it has health benefits as well, next time you wish to feel my mouth around it, let me know. We have another hour until Tiffany wakes up. Get some rest before ravaging my body.”

“Monica, your mouth performed a miracle, and I came like gangbusters. However, I do not need to rest. Your body is so sexy that thinking about our next step was enough for my cock to start climbing again. Is it OK if we move to the bed?”

In my mind, I could imagine our sexual encounter in countless positions, but I wanted the first one to reflect our love. So, missionary was the plan.

We lay face to face, and I kissed her gently, tasting her. Her lips parted, and let my tongue slip into her mouth, exploring it. My large palm barely covered her round mammary. I kneaded the firm tit, pinching lightly her hardening nipple.

She whispered, “Please, honey. Sucking you made me very horny. I wish my first orgasm to happen when you are inside me, so spare the prolonged foreplay for other times and put it in.”

Monica’s breathing and pulse rate were sky-high. She was obviously very aroused. I could not resist one more thing, “Girl, I came already, and I am in no hurry. If you want me to do it in a certain way, tell me in detail what’s your wish.”

Her body wriggled under me, and she screamed, “Fuck me! I want you to penetrate my pussy with your cock and make me yours. Fill me with your slimy goo and continue ramming it into me until I see stars!”

I whispered in her ear, “Sis, now you’re talking. Here I come!”

Knowing her cunt was drenched, I shoved my member all the way and began plowing her vagina. It was still somewhat dilated after her delivery, but my wide girth was enough to fill her pussy, creating adequate friction. Monica lasted about a minute before starting to howl and cry. I intensified my strokes, getting a lot of pleasure from watching her grimaces and having a front row view of her jiggling tits.

I was in no hurry. I pounded her pussy relentlessly, now and then whispering in her ear, “You are a bitch in heat. Is this what you wanted? Getting fucked like a cheap whore?”

She screamed her lungs out, “YES! Your cock is filling me so good… I want it in my cunt forever!”

“Well, girl, it’s time for me to climax now.” Soon after, I poured my spunk deep into her vagina while growling like a wounded wolf.

In the following days, our daily schedule included feeding, changing Tiffany’s diapers, and nonstop sex. Actually, now and then, we stopped to eat, sleep, or go to the bathroom, but those activities occupied much less time than our sexual escapades. I found out Monica liked everything about sex, including various positions in different places, but this discussion belongs to another chapter.

Our last day before Larry’s arrival, we spent hugging, kissing, and having sex ‘only’ twice. Before leaving, I told Monica I loved her and was hoping to see her soon. With tears in her eyes, she mumbled, “Soul honey, I love you very much, too. Unfortunately, with the baby’s constant needs, it will be impossible for me to visit you. I think that Larry will feel guilty and stay around for a while. But we’ll keep in touch by e-mail and phone.”

…

In the months that followed, we connected mostly by e-mail. Occasionally, she complained on the phone that, initially, Larry behaved like a perfect husband – He spent time with her and Tiffany, helped around the house, and they had sex twice a week. Gradually, everything deteriorated. He worked many hours a day, stopped helping with house chores, and the sex diminished to no more than once every 2 weeks. I had no idea what to do about it but promised to think of something.

One evening in March, I got a call from Monica, “Soul honey, I think I found a solution. I am pregnant again. The conception was in early September, so my delivery is expected in early June. Knowing how much Larry hates helping me with Tiffany, I think I can convince him to go on another assignment for several weeks, trusting my little brother would agree to help. Interested?”

“I wouldn’t miss it for all the gold in Fort Knox!”