Bunker Breeding 3 – Brother & Sister

Story Excerpt

Olivia’s knees were raw. The bunker floor, dust, grit and concrete, always left little crescent welts just under her kneecaps. At some point she had stopped caring. Eight months without sunlight had made her skin completely pale, but the dark contrast of her pregnant nipples were even more impactful for it, the areolas puffed, dark and pouting like fat berries. She could see her brother Noah watching her from the cot, his hands folded over his stomach, eyes bright need for his sister’s glowing pregnant nineteen year old body.

“You look like you’re going to eat me,” he said.

Olivia grinned, the same devilish grin she did every time when her pregnancy hormones took control of her. She crawled the rest of the way to her brother, tugging up the oversized Army tee, what was his tee, she’d stretched the hem below her belly button weeks ago. She tossed it onto the floor revealing her beautiful round belly and full breasts.

Noah drank in the vision of her body, the magic and the mutiny of it, pregnant to the point her navel had vanished into a flat, taut plane, the skin delicately sheened with sweat. She was all roundness and ripening and with two months to go still. Her thighs spread as she crept forward, the insides faintly mapped with light blue veins, her puffy labia a beacon of her constant arousal. Her nipples, huge and dark and permanently hard, seemed stretched by the weight of her breasts, which pooled on her belly’s shelf when she leaned forward on hands and knees.

She tilted her hips, catlike, offering a view between her legs. With every movement, her belly shifted, heavy and dominant, the load she carried not only visible but the center of the room, the center of everything. Noah’s fixation on his sister was total, her curves, her color, the primal fact of her fertility. After all, the baby she was carrying was his. Their incestous love-child, born of desperation in an underground bunker occupied by two horny siblings.

Noah cupped the swell of his sister’s abdomen, feeling the tautness as she climbed into his lap. She was always horny before he knocked her up. But now, deep into her pregnancy, she was insatiable.

“You’re not tired?” he asked. “You said you were sore.”

“From the last round an hour ago? Of course I’m sore,” Olivia admitted. She planted her knees on either side of his hips, ignoring the heat radiating from the cot. “But if I don’t get fucked I’ll go insane.”