I lay on my back on my brother's bed. It was only a twin bed, only wide enough for one, but there were three of us now: I lay between my baby, sleeping in my arms, and my brother, who was propped on his elbow, petting my breast. I was so scared.
What did he mean, everyone thinks it's normal for me to get pregnant by him, except the two of us? Surely no one would really think that. And how did I go from losing my virginity to my rapist brother to giving birth in less than an hour? Nothing made sense.
Joey leaned in and pressed his lips into the cup of my ear. "Why don't you go introduce Mom and Dad to our new baby girl?" he whispered. The feel of his breath on my skin creeped me out.
"What do you mean? They'll freak!"
"No they won't," he said. "I made sure of that."
"Yeah, right," I said. "By wishing on a ring."
"That's right. I did."
"Well, if they don't freak about the baby, I know they'll freak that you raped me. My own brother!"
"Go introduce Mom and Dad to our baby," Joey whispered, suddenly sounding angry, "or get ready to introduce them to twins."
I looked over at him. His face was red with anger. But pressed against my thigh, I felt something else. I looked down. He'd raped me barely an hour before, and I'd already given birth, and Joey was hard again.
Hard for his own sister, who was only thirteen.
His own sister, who hadn't even had breasts six months ago.
His own sister, who was only a year out from her first period.
His own sister. Joey was hard for his own sister. Me.
"You're sick," I said. "I don't know what you did, or how you did it, but you're sick, and I won't do what you tell me to do."
"Fine then," he said, his face dark. "You brought this on yourself."
Moving faster than I would have thought possible, Joey heaved himself up over my body, pressed his penis into me, and shoved. He was buried back up inside me again. After a moment, he began to move, slowly at first, but with thrusts of increasing anger.
"I wanted (unh) to make sweet love to you (unh)," Joey grunted, pumping up and down on me. "You're so pretty (unh), so attractive (unh), so sweet (unh), I wanted us to be happy together. (unh) But if you won't do as you're told (unh), I'll treat you (unh) like the slut you are (unh)."
I wanted to scream, but when I opened my mouth, Joey put his lips on mine and stuck his tongue in my mouth. Our baby lay next to us, sleeping as my brother raped me, his own sister, a second time. He was right. I was a slut.
I was Joey's little slut.
After several minutes, I felt the warmth coursing into my womb again. He'd cum inside his own baby sister for the second time. His eyes rolled up into his head as his orgasm overcame him, and he rolled off me, dripping his cum on the bedsheets.
Then he lifted his ring. "You will do as you're told, Maggie," he said. "Every time you disobey, this is what you face. I wish you were nine months pregnant with my baby, and going into labor right now."
The pain came over me again. Just minutes after giving birth to my first incestuous rape baby, I was having my second. I clenched my jaw and tried to scream, but the pain was too great.
The birth was easier this time: I had my baby boy after only about forty-five minutes. Two births on the same day. I guess they were twins.
Joey sat in bed beside me, holding my breast with one hand and our son with the other. "You're my sister," he said. "You're my lover. You're my slut. And most important, if you ever defy me again, you'll be my baby factory."
"I don't care if you make me give birth to a million babies," I said. "You can't tell me what to do."
"Oh, I can," he said. "You'll go down and introduce our babies to Mom and Dad, and you'll obey my commands. Because if I can't make you obedient by raping you, I bet making our baby daughter pregnant will change your mind."