Pregnant for my ex boyfriend's billionaire Dad

Ca-mila” he stuttered.

 Trying so hard to feign ignorance of what was happening or what was about to happen.

“Camila,” he called out again. 

This time more audible than the first time.

 If I had listened carefully and closely, I would feel his heart racing inside his chest and if care wasn't taken, it'd explode the next second.

He was scared. 

He was worried. 

He was speechless. 

I knew. 

He knew I know

“We shouldn't be doing this, you know?”

 He stuttered again. 

His timbre was shaky.

 His spirit wasn't willing, but just like the biblical verse, his flesh wasn't weak either.

 His loins were getting stiffened, growing an inch at zero second and with every touch of mine.

“Why?” 

I asked. Seductively, my eyes fixed into his, searching for what I couldn't find, while locking my lips and making some rumba with my palms through the bulge that was helplessly struggling for freedom in his pants.

“I- we- i-” he had tried to open his mouth and give whichever flimsy excuse that was there to give, but he had ended up swallowing a lump of saliva. 

His breathing was getting heavier and more intense. 

He tried again to talk, but his vocal cavity failed him and this time, woefully because my lips had already found its way into his mouth, as we both started kissing. 

So softly, passionately and lustfully.

It was the best kiss I'd ever had in months and it was more weird that it was coming from who I had shared the same womb with.

“Do you want to fuck me?”

 I broke away from his mild grip, whispering into his ears. 

He was mute. 

Guilt written all over his face.

 Our bodies were still glued to each other, so there was no way he could hide the bulge.

“Talk to me, Micah? Do you want to fuck me? Make love to me or you want to go all hard and bang the living daylights out of the pussy of your twin sister?”

I knew he had least expected the question. 

His facial expression had said it all. 

Numb, speechless.

 “Why would she ask such a sensitive question?” 

I could read his mind.

 I could read his eyes.

Growing up with Micah, I possessed the majority of the same traits he had.

 A genetic hierarchy in our family. 

Our eyes never lie, no matter how hard we try.

“But you're my sister, Camila.

 You're my fucking sister and you and I know we shouldn't be doing this” 

He finally found his oral freedom, but I wasn't the one to be subdued, neither was I the one to give up easily, not when I have nursed the fetish fantasy of making out with my twin brother ever since I turned 18. 

We turned 18, and here I was, with him. After a year of being apart.

Just before our 24th birthday, I had tried talking with a few friends of mine, Carolyn inclusive who had done nothing but to ignite more fire into the passion.

“Girl, you need to take your chance! Take those chances baby girl. Your brother is hot! Very hot and you, only you alone can have him and you can do that all to yourself”

Maybe she was right. Maybe she was wrong.

 I couldn't tell, all I knew was that I wanted to satisfy my curiosity. 

I wanted to get more of him.

 I want to open my legs and have him feed his dick into my moist arena.

Once I kept the camera in his bathroom.

 I had hidden it so perfectly that one would never suspect, not even a highly trained sniffer German shepherd or Labrador Retriever would detect the positioning of the phone. 

That was how hidden it was and to get a clearer view.

I had ended up masturbating with the aftermath of the video, visualising Micah doing to me with his hands and fingers those things a man would only do to his lover and here, I was in his room once again, about to make my dreams come through. 

The atmosphere was tense. 

Micah was tense. 

“We should be doing this” I tried to convince him. 

“I love you Micah” I continued 

“I really do love you” this time, I made for his shirt. 

He allowed me. 

Making little or no restraint at intervals.

The kisses came on. 

This time, It was more passionate than the first time. 

It'd be the first time my imaginations of getting closer to my brother, closer to him, were turning into a reality. 

A beautiful, valid reality.

 I circled my hands around his curly hair, while he in turn, had a hand on my back, the second on my ass, fondling and caressing it like his whole existence depending on it, but as always, gentle in his dealings which made it more stimulating. 

Who would want to hurt his sister, even in an ungodly state?

I was getting more titillated by his touches, his sensual touches. 

Never would I have believed that my brother in all his twenty five years of existence was this good with a lady. 

Knowing what to do, how to do, when to do and where to do. 

“Are you now ready to fuck me?”

 He had grinned sheepishly, showing off his perfectly carved dentition and that smile alone was enough to make me melt down, get me more aroused and anticipating a long afternoon of lust, sexual satisfaction and knowing just how it feels to make love to my only brother.

“How do you want me to make love to you, dearest sister?” 

He was smiling. 

The guilt all wiped out of his face as I could finally see the young handsome Micah I had fallen in love with from birth.

I was mute. 

We kept on staring erotically into each other's eyes, probably reminiscing those past years.

“I have missed you, Camy” this was what he fondly calls me. 

He was the only one who did as well. 

It's been a year since I left home and for the first time in a long time I noticed that he had changed a whole lot facially. 

Maybe, I've been too engrossed to satisfy my sexual hunger instead of taking notes that he now trims his beards in such a way that gives him a chisel cut look.

 His eyes were darker than they were while growing up and his timbre, Micah, wasn't a man of many words, he counted his words, and when he spoke, it shook the foundation of my clitoris. 

“I have missed you too, baby. Oops. I have missed you too Micah” 

We both laughed at the silly joke. 

This time, it was like his loins were going to explode if nothing was done about it.