Angus and his pregnant sister in law - Part 1, a short story by GutterrhymesEsq. Date added: 2012-07-08. Times viewed: 8616.
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Angus’ pregnant sister in law – Part 1.
By
Gutter Rhymes.
“How long do I have to suffer….how long must I feel the pain…?” self-pity was probably not going to solve Angus’ problem. And it was not like his pain was due to some painful cancer like multiple myeloma, it certainly was not due to the recent loss of a loved one. It had been 6 months since his twin brother had died, leaving a young wife who was soon to discover that one of the few things her good-for-nothing husband had done before dying was knock her up. Now she was had a huge belly to confirm her gravid status. As Sue was barely out of her teens with an incomplete high school education and no known life skills, good old Angus had decided to take her in and look after her. His long-standing girlfriend, Eve was extremely upset, but Angus was a man of principle.
“Eve, I cannot allow my brother’s child to be born on the street” was all he could say, adding that regrettable though it was, Sue was free to leave him to look after his inherited burden. Eve chose to stay on.
At 18 years of age, Sue was very sexually inexperienced. Angus’ late brother was her first fuck and she had never had sex with anyone else. Sue was not one of the brightest of girls. As a matter of fact she was quite intellectually challenged, to use politically correct language, something of a retard in ordinary speak. Her soft-spoken, very reserved nature made her non-confrontational and this earned her many friends, or at least allowed her to avoid making enemies. Except for Eve, Angus’ girlfriend. Eve she hated Sue’s simplicity, she hated her sexual appeal, and the way her boyfriend really cared for her.
“Looking after Sue is the least I can do for my late twin brother” was Angus’ rehearsed line for all Eve’s whingeing.
The night before, supper had been interrupted when Eve stormed-off the table, accusing Angus of turning against her in favour of “stupid Sue”. Sue, being heavily pregnant was becoming clumsy and spilled soup on her boobs and big belly. Angus dutifully wiped the soup but for Eve this was all too much.
“You are enjoying the wipes aren’t you Sue?” she said looking at Sue’s erect nipples.
“I didn’t even think about it, Eve. Thanks Angus” Sue said smiling broadly at her brother-in-law.
“Angus is just making you so horny your tits are bursting with pleasure eh?” Eve persisted.
“It’s just the way breasts respond to anything rubbing against them” Sue gave the surprisingly intelligent answer, further infuriating Eve.
“I will make sure we get you out of this house as soon as you ‘hatch’. I am sure if you were fuckable, you would be shagging my man as soon as I turn my back, you brainless tart” Eve said glaring at Sue’s belly.
“Eve! Please STOP IT. I don’t want to shag Sue OK? Angus screamed.
“But she wants to fuck you. Don’t you Sue?” Eve screamed as she threw her fork on the table, wiped her mouth and stormed out.
Angus noted that Sue had had ample time to say whether or not she wanted to fuck him, but had kept quiet. The two of them spent the rest of the evening in an uncomfortable silence.
“Good night Ang” Sue said kissing him lightly on the cheek.
“Night Sue. Please don’t call me Ang, Eve hates it when you do although I know my brother used to call me that.”
The following morning Eve left early for work as usual and Angus was up at 7am to work from home. He sat at his desk in his morning robe, enjoying the fan neater as it circulated hot air, warming his balls.
“Here is your cuppa” Sue put the mug of coffee on the desk and sat next to Angus.
“Thanks Sue. Good morning”
“How do I know you haven’t heard your daily caffeine fix?” Sue said smiling at Angus.
“Tell me”
“Eve was so pissed off with you I knew you wouldn’t get some” She smiled.
“I don’t “get some”, since you started staying with us. Eve will never accept you. Why the hatred” Angus sighed in anguish. He felt quite tortured. A raving mad girlfriend and a supersexy sister in law he could not lay his hands on.
He raised his eyes to see that Sue was in nothing else but a short satin gown that ended abruptly, “mid-thigh”. He looked at her angelic face, her full bosom and her huge belly. She looked like one figurine of the goddess of fertility in some ancient South American tribe. His eyes reached the thighs right next to him and they directed him back, upwards. Through a gap in Sue’s gown he could see a little bit of her bare pussy lips. He had seen that bare patch many times before as Sue was not too particular about covering herself up. She obviously thought being pregnant, no man would see anything erotic about her. How wrong she was.
“How long do I have to suffer oh God. How, long must I feel the pain” Angus quietly recited his refrain. His penis was stiff like crazy, under the desk and his balls were sore. For he dreamt about his sister in law’s cunt all the time.
As she got off the desk Sue exposed her cunt and lovely legs. Angus’ sexually charged gaze followed Sue. What a fucking delicious derriere it was. He loved the way her short gown dipped into her anal canal. How her back arched. And that gait! Her toes pointed outward, making her walk something of a waddle. Angus almost took his warm hand off the mug and wrapped it around his hard short dick. His “five-digit-girlfriend” never let him down in times of need and want, like the present. He closed his eyes and imagined himself fucking Sue from behind, there and then.
“Ughh! Mmmmmm-mmm” was all he could say as he shot hot ropes of cum onto his laptop, and on the desk.
He sighed deep as his muscles relaxed in a most intoxicating manner. He regained his breath. The bother of clearing up the mess not withstanding, masturbation for Angus was the best thing. Better than the real deal sometimes, or most of the time if it involved his dear-most Eve. Eve the Jealous! No bonking until the dick pops out of the wet patulous cunt with a flop, after cuming, to avoid being labelled to have premature ejaculation (now rather ridiculously defined as “ejaculating any time before the female partner has an orgasm”). When you fuck your own hand, there is no pretence, no cuddling some bitch you feel like kicking out of the bed because she stinks bad, or you fear getting caught. No having to kiss an old-tobacco-breath witch after the “morning glory fuck. After a good wank, Angus could just wipe his hand and rest his head on it, to snooze into serene post-coital bliss.
“Angus, dear Angus. Why don’t you ask for help. I can do a better hand job than you” The challenge was from Sue, who continued “and I also have a mouth, a cunt and a tight butt-hole”
Angus could have fallen off his chair, but he saw that he had been caught. Simple.
“Angus, I can see the desire in your eyes. I see your dick rock hard the minute you see me. I know you want me, Eve knows you want me” Sue said in a sympathetic tone, she dropped her gown and stood with her big belly against Angus’ cheeks.
Her well tanned complexion was even throughout her body, no bikini lines, no dimpling from garment pressure. Angus, in a post-ictal trance, stuck his tongue on her taut belly-button and started licking his way down her darkened line from her navel down to her bare cunt. He licked and swallowed as he reached her fat pubic mound and stuck his tongue between her fat cunt lips. Sue put her right foot on Angus’ chair wheels, opening her thighs wide and giving him unfettered access to her swollen cunt. Angus swung around to face Sue’s pussy head on. It smelled strongly of urine and he loved the smell and taste of it.
If there was one thing Angus knew well, it was pussy-chowing. He had mastered the technique after being taught by one of the best cunt-lapping coaches of her time, Linah, the young lady, now ageing who was Angus and his twin brother’s nanny then minder and later their longest serving house servant. Linah showed both Mackay boys bow to pleasure a woman with their tongues and fingers.
As always, he started by looking closely at the cunt, like mapping a strategy on how and when he would play with what.
Lookout for Part 2 of this short story.
NOT Ended yet
©Gutterrhymes
July 2012
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