The cramps squeezed my guts. I groaned as my eyes opened, staring at the fuzzy walls. I sucked in a deep breath and bit my lip, feeling so bloated. I squirmed, not wanting to be awake yet. I closed my eyes, snuggling up against my brother’s muscular body. He pulled me to him automatically, his arm so strong.
I rested my head on his chest, closed my eyes and…
Another cramp writhed through me. I let out a whimpering groan. My toes curled as I wiggled in the bed. I grit my teeth as I squirmed around. I didn’t like these cramps. I just wanted to sleep. It was an hour before we had to wake up for school and…
Cramps.
Bloating.
I felt wet between my thighs.
“No,” I groaned as my eyes sprang open. I rolled onto my back, shaking my head. “No, no, no, no, no.”
“Something wrong, Princess,” Clint muttered, his voice sleepy.
On the other side of him, our mother snuggled closer to him. “You okay, Alicia?”
“Fine,” I said, my heart beating as I shoved my hand between my thighs and felt at my shaved pussy. I pulled my fingers up and looked at them.
Blood.
“No,” I groaned, rolling out of bed and grabbing my glasses off the night table. My period had arrived. I wasn’t bred.
* * *
Today was the worst day of my life. I hated the first day of my period, and this one was worst than any other. It meant that I wasn’t pregnant. For the last month and a half, Clint had been fucking me every day. I was off the pill. I was so eager to be bred. I just wanted his baby so badly. His cock pumped so much cum into my fertile, nubile pussy.
He gave me so much jizz. I should be bred. Every other girl he fucked without protection got pregnant almost immediately. So why not me? Was there something wrong with me? I wanted to be bred so badly.
I squirmed in my seat during class, waiting for it to end. The cramps writhed through my lower guts. I so didn’t want to be here. I so wanted to take the Midol in my backpack. It was almost lunch. I could be free of stupid learning.
“Okay,” Professor Breen said, the Black professor glancing at the clock. “That’s enough for today. Read chapter three and do the worksheet.” He tapped the pile of papers on his desk. “Grab it on the way out.” He glanced at the clock, something eager on his face.
Probably wanted to fuck that pregnant slut Leyla or one of her whore-friends. She got pregnant. Lee and Mom were pregnant. The lesbians who lived with us were pregnant. Even the Japanese twins were pregnant.
None of them had to suffer through their dumb periods.
I stood up, gritting my teeth against another writhe of discomfort through my uterus. I snagged a worksheet with a violent gasp as I marched out of the classroom, my pigtails swaying about my shoulders. I pushed up my glasses, following the flow of other students heading to the cafeteria.
My pregnant friend Jenny showed up. She had a big smile on her face as she walked up. She wasn’t showing, yet, but she had this glow. I wanted to have that glow. I wanted to look as radiant as she did with her blue eyes and blonde hair. The eighteen-year-old shone with joy.
“How are you feeling?” Jenny asked as she stepped up to me.
“Pathetic,” I muttered as we got in the line to get our lunch. “I just want to explode.”
“I’m sorry,” she said. She shook her head. I hadn’t told her that I was having my period, but she seemed to know.
Probably the scowl on my face. Normally, I like to have a sweet and innocent expressions on my face, looking like a cute girl. But today… Today I felt like ripping off the head of everyone who looked at me.
I stewed as we moved through the line, feeling so swollen. I looked down at my flat stomach, my pink blouse tucked into my white skirt. It fell down to my knees, my legs covered by pink tights. I rubbed my belly. I felt like it should be sticking out. I felt so fat and ugly right now. I just wanted it to be over.
I wanted to be pregnant fat. That cute and sexy way. Lee was looking so sexy as her belly grew rounder and rounder with my big brother’s baby. I just wanted it so badly. It wasn’t fair. Tears beaded in the corners of my eyes. I suddenly felt like I was worthless. Just so pathetic. My brother could breed every other woman on the planet.
Just not me.
We sat down at a table and I stirred around my curry with my fork. It smelled good. Normally, I loved our college’s curry and race. But today… Today I just didn’t want to eat anything. What did it matter? I wasn’t pregnant.
I glanced at Jenny. “What’s your secret?” I asked her. “Your brother knocked you and your mom up. What special thing did you do?”
“Um,” Jenny shifted as she looked across the table at me. Her face twisted. “Well… We just had sex… Without protection. A lot of it.”
“That’s what I’m doing,” I complained. “I’ve shared his bed every night for over a month. He pumps at least two loads of cum in me a day. Two!” A sharp pain stabbed through my guts. I leaned over, groaning. I grabbed my backpack. I could take my next Midol now. I searched around for the medicine.
“Maybe…” Jenny leaned closer. “I mean, you’re having normal sex with your brother, right?”
“I guess,” I said, opening the bottle of Midol and fishing out two pills. “Why? Is there a special type of sex I should be trying?”
“Well, I’ve heard that sometimes the more excited the girl is, the more likely she’ll get pregnant.” She bit her lip. “Maybe, once your period’s over, you should have, like, the wildest, hottest, most exciting sex ever with your brother.”
I bit my lip. “I mean, I share him with my mom and sisters. I have threesomes with him all the time. We used to do anal all the time. How can I get wilder or hotter sex than incest?”
“I don’t know,” Jenny said. She took a big bite of her curry.
I frowned, staring down at my own food. My forehead furrowed. What could I do? I swallowed my pill and then took big bite of my curry. Wild sex… Something new and exciting. What could that possibly be?
My cramps dwindled. I felt better. I smiled at my friend, Jenny. “Thank you. That sounds just perfect.”
* * *
Five days later, I still couldn’t figure out how to have wild sex. My period was over. Clint was pumping cum back into my body, his big dick stretching out my cunt, sending incestuous pleasure surging through my body. I loved the union of our bodies, my big brother loving me so hard, his strong body over me.
But how could I have wilder sex than fucking my big brother? Riding him like a cowgirl didn’t feel it. Doing it doggy style certainly wasn’t the right method. Sharing him with Melody or Lee or Mom just felt like a normal day.
It was a Saturday. Clint was working at Mrs. Hiragawa’s drug store. Everyone, even me, had a part-time job there. Her business helped to support our large family. To save costs, we all pitched in there to help her save costs since none of us were paid.
I had been sitting on my bed, pondering how to have kinky sex, when I heard the door downstairs open and close. I popped up, wondering who walked into the house. I heard talking as I pinched my nipples and pulled my fingers from my pussy, sticky with my fresh juices. The footsteps climbed the stairs. I stared at my open door–I loved masturbating with the door open, but closed it when I was reading–curious who it was.