*All characters are 18+. This is a work of fiction for erotic entertainment only. Real-life sex should always be with enthusiastic consent.*
Copyright 2024 Apophenia
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It was a beautiful spring day. The goddamn birds were chirping an excessively cheerful song, telling other birds it was time to fuck. I hoped a cat got them.
I was sitting on the toilet, staring at a little plastic stick, hating everything -- the world, the universe, the frickin' sun shining through the windows.
Flicking the stick into the trash, I washed my hands and slammed the bathroom door. Ten tiny boxes rattled on the coffee table. They were perfect little Easter eggs for my ridiculous, insane, universe-sized mistake of a human being -- my brother.
Bruce lived only a few miles away now. Fucking creep. He moved, which was why he was in town a month ago, searching out a place to stay, dropping by to wet his dick in my cunt. The usual.
I 'helped' him move in -- albeit a few weeks late, but I was a good sister and offered once I found out. While I was there, I rearranged a few things and stole his neatly displayed figurines. Then I smashed and individually wrapped them. That was fun. Little colored bits of plastic and metal lined the boxes like confetti.
That bullshit stick in my bathroom trash was not fun.
Changing my mind, I grabbed the stick, threw away the boxes, and drove out of there.
Halfway to my brother's house, I sat in front of a stoplight, questioning my entire life. Why was I driving to his house? Maybe I should ram my car through his living room. Jesus fuck, I was going crazy.
Or maybe it was the hormones. Because that was a thing now. Argh!
I turned the music up in my car so I could scream. The car next to me peeled away. I was a loud screamer. Oops.
Parking in his driveway, I slammed the door and barged in, briefly glad it was unlocked. The universe threw me tiny favors, like glitter on top of a pile of shit. Thanks, universe.
My brother leaned his head out of the kitchen as I stomped through his living room. A grin spread on his lips. "Aww, hey, baby J, nice to see you. Miss me?"
He didn't seem the least bit upset about his missing collectibles. A new set gleamed in his ridiculous display case. My little revenge felt hollow and pointless.
Too enraged to say anything, I wordlessly threw the stick at his face. It landed with the terrible little plus sign clearly visible. He peered at it curiously.
The smirk dropped from his lips. "Is this real? You're pregnant?"
Finally, he understood.
"Yes! I'm pregnant!" I shrieked." You put a baby in me! You, my complete nutcase of a brother-- oof!"
My back slammed against the wall, my brother gripping my upper arms and grinning wider than before.
"Yes! Finally! YES!" Ecstatic glee lit his eyes as he pinned me, his mouth diving for mine.
What the fucking hell?! That was not the reaction I was expecting. Nowhere close.
Wrenching my head to the side, I shouted, "What are we going to tell our parents, you gigantic freaking idiot?!"
"I don't care! I don't-- Oh, fuck, yes! Jenny, Jen, mmm..." Grabbing my chin, he claimed my lips this time.
And pressed his rock-hard cock to my stomach. A shiver of desperate need ran through me. Pregnancy made me horny, apparently. I'd been masturbating every night for the last week, but I was still needy as hell the next morning. Yay, hormones.
So when I should have bit his tongue, I dug my fingers into his waist and kissed him back, growling little moans in my throat as my hips ground against his erection. My body was on fire in an instant, my anger fueling the heat in my belly. This was all sorts of terrible, and I just did not care.
The rough kiss broke when he leaned back and picked me up at the waist, lifting me so my boobs were level with his mouth. Tearing away at my low-cut shirt with his teeth, he held me up by my ass and dived between my tits. I caught myself on his shoulders, panting, dazed, and instinctively wrapping my legs around his back. The soft, wet warmth of his tongue washed my nipple and I moaned.
That pitiful sound slapped a drop of awareness into my lust-soaked brain cells. What the crazy fuck was I doing?
Groaning angrily, I shoved at his shoulders -- to the usual effect. "Get away from me! Stop touching me, you disgusting piece of-- Ow! Did you just bite my nipple?!"
"You came to me, baby J. Shut up and take it for once. This... is what you came for, this... is why you're here," he breathed between swirling his tongue on my sore tits.
"No!" I pounded my fists on his shoulders. "I came here to tell you-- ah... that you're a world-class trainwreck of a human being... nngh... You put a baby in me! Do you get that?!"
He groaned and squeezed my ass. "Fuck, yes, say it again."
"What, that you're an idiot?!"
"You're adorable when you're mad." Grinning up at me, he caressed my asscrack and rubbed my pussy through my panties. On the list of today's mistakes was the fact that I was wearing a skirt.
I sputtered. Literally, just nonsensical spitting noises as he nibbled my boobs and fondled between my legs. This ass-munching fucker needed a kick in the balls. I flailed my feet, beating at his back. Hah, take that, kidneys.
The movement made me slide down. He pinned me with his body, pressing his erection against my stomach. Somewhere in his groping, he found time to free his dick from his pants. If I had any doubts about his excitement at my news, they were erased then. He honestly thought it was hot that he knocked me up. Fucking idiot.
And so was I for loving the way he felt. I rubbed myself against him like a needy bitch in heat even as I kicked his back. He knew what I was doing; he laughed into my tits.
"Why are you always so damn horny?!" I yelled. Could ask myself the same question. Never mind. "Can't get off without your sister? Do you even know how fucked up that is?!"
"Then why are you wet? What's your excuse, hmm?" He raised a brow, his fingers pulling aside my panties and stroking my slippery folds.
I strangled a moan, wishing I had the willpower to strangle him instead. He leaned back and lifted me, lining up his cock with my entrance. It was ridiculously easy for him to nudge the bulbous tip of his cock past my wet pussy lips and shove himself into my overeager cunt.
Shrieking in pleasure, I arched my back and tensed as my body adjusted around him. With each passing second, I felt a stronger and stronger need to roll my hips, to take him deeper and grind my clit against his pelvis.
I dug my fingers into his shoulders and screamed in rage instead. It released a tiny bit of the need inside me. "Damn you! Your cock doesn't make this better!" Except that it did. "Ah! Fuck! Get that thing out of me and put me down! Ahh!"
