**Chapter 1: The Forbidden Encounter**

Angela, a petite woman with dark hair and voluptuous breasts, stood at just 5'2" but her presence was anything but small. She exuded a confidence and sensuality that was hard to ignore. Her brother Michael, on the other hand, was a towering figure with a physique that was chiseled and strong. But it was his endowment that often left people in awe - a big cock that seemed to match his larger-than-life personality. As they grew older, the bond between Angela and Michael grew stronger, but it was also laced with a taboo that threatened to consume them. They had always been close, but the lines between sibling love and something more had begun to blur. It was a delicate dance, one that required precision and care to avoid the consequences of their forbidden desires. Angela couldn't help but notice the way Michael's eyes lingered on her, the way his gaze would drift to her breasts or the curve of her hips. And she had to admit, she felt a thrill whenever he looked at her that way. It was a spark that had been building for years, and it was only a matter of time before it ignited into something more. As they found themselves alone in the house, the tension between them became palpable. They tried to go about their day as usual, but the air was thick with unspoken desire. Angela couldn't help but feel a flutter in her chest as she watched Michael move around the room, his muscles rippling beneath his skin. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help the way she felt. And as she caught Michael's eye, she saw the same desire reflected back at her. It was a moment of mutual understanding, one that didn't need words. Without a word, Michael walked over to Angela, his eyes locked on hers. She could feel the heat emanating from his body, and she knew that she was on the precipice of something that could change their lives forever. As they stood there, the world around them melted away, leaving only the thrum of desire that had been building for so long. Angela's heart was racing, her breath caught in her throat. She knew that she was about to cross a line, one that could never be uncrossed. And as Michael's lips brushed against hers, she knew that there was no turning back. The forbidden encounter had begun, and there was no escape from the desires that had been simmering beneath the surface. As Michael's passion grew, Angela whispered "baby brother" - a phrase that had become a trigger for his climax. How would you like the story to proceed?