A/N: This is a stupid thing I decided to write for really no reason at all. Okay, there is a reason; I was curious to see what a mpreg fic for a Freeform sitcom would look like, and not just any mpreg fic either. An incest mpreg fic. If you're not into this sort of thing, nothing's stopping you from leaving. Otherwise, please just... read this thing.

By the way, I don't think I'm going to finish this fic because fuck it. I've got shit to do for uni and other fanfics to worry about. Okay, bye!

Ben couldn't help but be perplexed when he saw his brother Danny sleeping next to him and without any clothes, no less. Last night had been crazy enough. He'd decided to take his newly single brother out to a singles mingles party after Riley had dumped him over supposedly tampering with the birth control.

"Oh man..." he could hear him mutter. "Why did I let you talk me into this? This was stupid..."

"I was only trying to help, Danny," Ben said.

"I know. Why don't you stop helping from now on, okay? It's obviously not working."

"I'm your brother, Danny. I will never stop helping you. We're brothers; brothers are always to supposed to be there for one another."

Danny only huffed at this and climbed out of bed. "Alright, I get it. Just shut the fuck up while I get dressed. I've been through enough shit this week, God!"

Ben sighed and got out of bed, too. "Alright, I'm sorry... you're right. Why don't you make time for yourself? You need it."

A month later...

"Danny?" he could hear his mother Bonnie call out to him while she knocked on the bathroom door. "Are you okay in there?"

As if in response to that, he violently retched into the toilet. He knew something was wrong when he kept feeling nauseous and tired all day every day. He knew they knew, too. In fact, everyone could tell that he was sick with something, whether it was the flu or even food poisoning or something different entirely. He hadn't noticed anything else was off, though. What if he was pregnant? Nah, there was just no way. For one, he didn't have any of the plumbing required to carry a baby to term for nine months; where would it even come out when it was time? And two, if he was pregnant, then that would mean that Ben, his brother, his own flesh and blood, was the father and God forbid he let the child find that out.

"I-I'm fine, Mom..." Danny shakily answered while clutching the toilet. He heaved into the bowl right after.

"You don't sound fine, sweetie," Bonnie said with concern in her voice. "Do you need me to get you anything?"

"No..."

"Are you sure?" Pause. "Do you want me to get you some ginger ale?"

"You know what? Yeah, some ginger ale would be nice."

Some time later, Danny made sure to stop by the doctor's office just to confirm he wasn't ill or at the very least, wasn't going to die from this.

After the doctor ran a couple tests on him, the results came back and Danny started crying. He was pregnant.