After years of double dates and harmless flirtation, we can't help but have an impenetrable bond; after all, we're family. With my husband sawing logs in the living room and your wife snoring alongside him, we took our vino and conversation upstairs to leave them undisturbed. I can usually keep it together, but tonight I can't help but look at you and feel wildly jealous of my sister; I know that if it had been ME who had met you first, everything would be different. I wouldn't be with a deadbeat spouse, and you would always be satisfied and cherished. I would take care of you in ways my sister can't even imagine. You move closer, chasing my whispers. Maybe it's the libations and maybe it's the fact that I haven't been fucked in months, but I feel my pussy pulsating. When you kiss me, something inside of me snaps. I'm hungry, desperate and insatiable. My whisper becomes a soft tone, and eventually a scream as I'm completely overcome with the need to be stuffed full of your seed, to be bred, to be pregnant. Am I really about to milk and claim my brother in law's cock? I am, even if family reunions will be awkward forever