"I can't... I can't bring myself to by my own brother's lover," Chelsea said, trying not to cry out loud. She didn't want to give her sick incestuous brother the satisfaction of seeing her cry. "I don't know that I can ever consent to that."
Jeff breathed out a sigh. "I'm sorry you feel that way, baby sister. Does that mean you're ready to have our baby?"
"No, no," Chelsea said quickly. "No, it's much too early for that. I know you're going to make me be a mother soon enough, but please, not quite yet."
"Well then," Jeff said, "I guess you've chosen the middle path."
Jeff reached out and placed both hands on his sister's tight teen belly. He programmed the Chronivac inside his head, and he could feel the pieces drop into place. Chelsea's belly began to swell under his hands, slowly at first, then picking up speed. Her tank top stretched tight over her changing body. In about six minutes, Chelsea was six months pregnant.
She wasn't huge or anything, six months is too soon for that. But it's late enough that anyone, looking at her, would know she was definitely pregnant. There was no other possible explanation for that size of belly on her otherwise sleek teenage frame.
Chelsea looked down at her new belly, and sighed. She seemed almost resigned to this. She had no choice but to give birth to her brother's baby, and keeping it secret forever.
James was less resigned. In fact, he felt himself getting excited. The tank top stretched tight over his sister's belly showed off her great lines. "I hope you don't mind me saying, baby sister," James half-whispered, "but you are one sexy young mother."
"Please, James," Chelsea said. "I'm having your baby. Isn't that enough?"
"I don't think it is," James replied.