**Chapter 2: The Forbidden Encounter**

As Michael's passion grew, Angela whispered "baby brother" - a phrase that had become a trigger for his climax. The words seemed to unleash a torrent of desire within him, and he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring the contours of her mouth. Angela felt a shiver run down her spine as she surrendered to the moment, her body responding to the primal urge that had been building between them. The kiss was intense, almost frenzied, as if they were both trying to consume each other. Angela's breasts pressed against Michael's chest, and she could feel the hardness of his cock against her stomach. She was torn between guilt and desire, unsure of what the future held, but unable to resist the pull of her brother's passion. As they broke apart for air, Michael's eyes locked onto Angela's, his gaze burning with an inner fire. "We've been dancing around this for too long," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "I need you, Angie." Angela's heart skipped a beat at the tender nickname. She had always loved the way Michael said her name, with a softness that belied his tough exterior. "I need you too, Michael," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. Without another word, Michael swept Angela into his arms, carrying her to the bedroom. The room was bathed in a warm, golden light, as if the very sun itself was blessing their forbidden encounter. Angela felt a sense of weightlessness, as if she was floating on air, as Michael laid her down on the bed. He undressed her with a gentleness that belied his urgency, his fingers tracing the curves of her body as if he was memorizing every inch of her skin. Angela felt a shiver run down her spine as he exposed her breasts, his eyes feasting on the sight of her. She was naked, vulnerable, and yet, she had never felt more alive. As Michael undressed himself, Angela couldn't help but gaze at his body, her eyes drawn to the thick, pulsing cock that had been the object of her desire for so long. She felt a surge of excitement, mixed with a dash of fear, as she realized that she was about to cross a threshold from which there was no return. Michael seemed to sense her hesitation, and he leaned down to whisper in her ear, "I love you, Angie. I promise I'll take care of you, no matter what happens." The words were a balm to her soul, and Angela knew that she was ready to surrender to the passion that had been building between them. As Michael entered her, Angela felt a rush of pleasure, mixed with a sense of trepidation. She knew that their forbidden encounter would have consequences, but in that moment, she couldn't bring herself to care. All she knew was that she was exactly where she was meant to be - in the arms of her brother, surrounded by the passion and desire that had been simmering between them for so long.