“Please don’t be pregnant, please don’t be pregnant,” I said to myself, crossing my fingers. I bought one of those expensive pregnancy sticks, and had just finished peeing on it. What did the plus sign mean? Maybe that was a good thing. I opened the paper in the box, and sure enough, I was pregnant. Fuck.
My brother and I had been fooling around for a while. We’ve always had a special connection, and honestly, I’m in love with him. I had to tell him I was pregnant. I explained to him that I hadn’t gotten my period for weeks, and because of that, I had bought a pregnancy test. Even telling him these things felt all too surreal.
This wasn’t just fantasy anymore, this was real life. We had to tell Mom. I admit…I was scared, but so was he. We could only hide it for a few months, but then Mom would notice. She’d see my big belly, and I couldn’t lie anymore. We agreed telling her was the best thing to do.
“I’m really scared, I don’t want to do this,” I said, looking back at my brother. I knocked on her bedroom door, and then awkwardly walked in. She was reading a magazine called “Families,” it couldn’t have been more appropriate. I stuttered to get it out. My heart felt like it was pounding out of my chest. First off, I had to admit I was having sex, which she had no idea about, then I had to tell her I was pregnant…and by my brother. This wasn’t going to end well.
And it didn’t. She rambled on about how wrong it was, how I shouldn’t love my brother that way, how I couldn’t do it anymore. I didn’t understand how she could say that when I was carrying her grandchild. “That’s not my grandchild, that’s- that’s, like, an abomination of something, and I’m not going to be a part of it,” she snapped. Her words stung. I wanted to cry.
She started talking about separating us, sending me off, and what an embarrassment I was to the family. I don’t know what came over me, but I knelt down, and started shouting back at her. “No, this is going to happen. Like, me and him…we’re together, and we’re going to do stuff whether you like it or not.” I started jerking my brother off, and she continued to fuss at me, trying to get me to stop.
And I wasn’t going to stop. I put his cock in my mouth and started sucking it. Oh, it made her so mad. She kept saying she was disgusted, and blah, blah, blah. I wanted to block it all out. It was an adrenaline rush to do this stuff in front of Mom. She tried to get me to stop, shoving me away from him, but that only pissed me off more. I pushed her back, and she landed on the bed.
I stripped her panties off, and then looked over at my brother, “Impregnate her, too!” I got on the bed and held her down. I rubbed her clit as my brother got his cock hard, and then stuck it inside of her. If Mom wasn’t okay with me getting pregnant, then we were going to get her pregnant too. She kept telling us to stop, but I heard her moaning…she couldn’t help herself.
I held my hand over her mouth so she’d stop bitching. I had an idea. I wanted to flip her over so we could really get Aiden’s cum deep inside of her. We moved her body, and my brother fucked her doggystyle. But that wasn’t good enough for me. I really wanted her to have the full family experience. I slid my panties off, got in front of her face, and pushed her head into my pussy. “Lick it!” I demanded.
Mom begged Aiden to stop, but he kept pounding her. I knew he was getting close. He finally erupted inside of her, and he could see the cum dripping from her pussy. “Stuff it in there,” I said, a big smile across my face. Aiden pushed the cum all the way into her pussy with his fingers. We’d make sure to make Mom pregnant just like me.
A couple weeks later, I heard Mom throwing up in the bathroom. I think she had morning sickness. In fact, I’m pretty sure I heard her cursing. It shouldn’t be a surprise to her that she’s pregnant. Now we can raise a new, bigger family together.