Just incidentally, the age of consent in Connecticut, where Taylor lives with Goose & Carole is 16.


? ンユメ? ンユン? ンユᆪ ? ンユᅠ? ンユラ? ンユユ? ンユᄂ ? ンユ゚ ? ンユヨ? ? ンユᆪ? ンユᆬ? ンユヨ? ? ンユラ? ンユヨ? ? ンユヨ? ンユヨ? ンユメ? ? ンユヨ? ンユワ? ? ンユラ ? ンユヨ? ンユン? ンユ゚? ? ンユレ? ンユワ. ℍ? ンユᆪ ? ンユᅠ? ンユᄂ? ? ンユヨ? ンユᆪ? ? ンユᆪ? ? ンユᅠ? ンユラ? ンユᆪ? ンユヨ? ? ンユル? ンユ゚ ? ンユル? ンユᄂ? ? ンユメ? ンユ゚? ンユユ ? ンユᄄ? ? ンユレ? ンユヨ? ? ンユᆬ? ンユᆪ? ? ンユメ? ンユワ.
"? ンムワ? ンモネ? ンモホ?"
"ᴡʜᴏ ɪꜱ ɪᴛ? ᴡʜᴏ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀꜱᴛᴀʀᴅ ᴡʜᴏ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ?"


Taylor wiped her eyes with a flush of the toilet. "You done sweetie?" Carole asked, pulling her hair out of the way. Taylor sighed shakily. "I think so," She mumbled. "Ok. Let's get you in the shower then,"

Taylor managed to shower herself while Carole prepared her bed. She shrugged on her shorts and sports bra as she went to relax in her bed, the small tv playing some meaningless show.

"How are ya, squirt?" She smiled tiredly at her older brother. "I'm ok. I'm not actively puking anymore, so you can come in." He walked in, placing a plastic bag on the bed. "Carole made me buy this stuff. Said it should help," Taylor reached down and rifled through it, frowning.

"Oh, I'm heading to the airport with Bradley in an hour. We're going to get Pete for the week." Taylor's head shot up at the mention. "Pete's coming?" She asked. Goose nodded. "Yup. For Bradley's birthday. Why? Everything ok?" Taylor cleared her throat with a smile. "Nope, it's ok. I was just worried about this bug. What if he catches it?" She asked, looking through the bag again.

"Well, you've been praying to the porcelain gods for weeks now. I only saw him two weeks ago, so if it was contagious, he'd've caught it from me,"

Taylor flashed another smile.


"Taylor... Can I ask you something?" Taylor looked up with a frown. "Sure, what's up?" Carole fiddled with her hands. "Is everything... ok? You... you haven't asked for any monthlies this month," Taylor huffed out a laugh. "I'm probably just late. It's never been a typical cycle, Care. Prob'ly stress,"

Carole wrang her hands again.

"You know you can tell me anything, right? Even if you can't tell Goose, you can always come to me," Taylor scanned her sister-in-law's face. "Well, yeah. I know that... why?" Carole sighed. "It's just... you've been sick now for, what, three... four weeks? It's obviously not flu, that usually clears up within two..." She took a breath. "Taylor, have you... been with anyone?"

Taylor opened her mouth to answer but paused.

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Taylor wasn't even sure how she and Pete ended up alone. They were watching the sunset on his bike while Carole and Goose took Bradley to the park for some sparkler fun to celebrate the New Year. She was wrapped up in his leather jacket, sat against his side.

Taylor side-eyed him, wishing she was old enough to ask him out. But she was 17, and he was 23, nearly 24.

And yet, less than five minutes later, they were making out passionately on his bike. She mumbled "let's go inside," and led him to her bedroom. He carried her up the stairs as she shed her clothing. They broke momentarily to sit on the bed.

Pete's lips were soon on hers, kissing her furiously. Taylor ran her hands through his hair and moaned as he kissed her, turning them both on further. Pete began kissing her down her body, reaching her belly button. Taylor couldn't help but groan as her legs wrapped around his waist. She flipped them over and began kissing Pete as she straddled his waist. She flipped her hair over, but it got in the way again. She pulled back from kissing him to grab a hair tie from the nightstand. Pete groaned from underneath her. "You're seriously gonna make me wait while you tie up your hair. In this position. Wow." Pete let his head fall back onto the pillow as Taylor smirked, finishing her hair. "It's not like you're just gonna lose your desire to fuck me though, is it?" Pete smiled, "Nope."

Before he could do anything, Taylor was kissing him again. Pete flipped them over again and looked to Taylor for confirmation. Taylor nodded as she grabbed the pillow, readying herself. Suddenly, she felt a powerful warmth. Taylor shuddered as Pete inserted himself inside her.

She rested her hands on his shoulders to steady himself and began rocking backwards and forwards. The bed creaked with the movements, but Taylor upheld her pace. She could hear him groaning behind his teeth and moaning. Taylor bent down, still grinding her hips and nibbled Pete's ear. He groaned as she began kissing him. "Taylor, don't. That's gonna drive me nuts." He whispered between kisses. Taylor smiled, "That's what I want." She bit her lip and gave out small moans as she continued. With loud, guttural, final moans, they came in flurries of pants and moans.
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"Yoo-hoo? Taylor?" She blinked at Carole's clicking fingers. "You spaced out on me for a moment there. Are you ok?" Taylor shook her head. "Fine, I'm fine. I was just thinking." Carole made a face. "Care," She began. "What would happen... if the man didn't... pull out?" Taylor asked slowly.

Carole sighed softly. "Taylor, have you been with a man recently?" Taylor looked away. With a sigh, Carole pushed a box into her hands. "I think you might be pregnant, Taylor. If he... finished, and you didn't use protection, that could explain your sickness," She swallowed heavily. "What if I am? Carole, what will I do?" She whispered. Carole placed a hand on her knee. "Worry about that later. For all we know, you might not be. Just... take the test first."

Taylor's eyes watered as the test glared back up at her. "Taylor? Has it finished yet?" Carole's voice came through the doors. "Has what finished?"

Taylor's eyes widened as Goose pushed the door open. "Pete's down there if you wanna say hi," He smiled. He made a move to leave, but his eyes caught the box on the floor. He spun to Carole. "But we haven't! Not since Bradley was born!" Taylor sniffled. Goose turned back. "Taylor..." He whispered. "I'm sorry Goose..." She cried, looking down.

Goose was quiet, obviously taking in the news.

Taylor wiped her eyes dry and looked back up. "Goose?" She whispered. He said nothing. Taylor wrang her hands. "Goosey?"
"Who is it? Who's the bastard who did this to you?" He hissed. Taylor was shocked at the venom in his voice. "Maybe we take a moment to calm down, huh? We don't want Pete catching wind of this," Carole said pointedly as she looked at her husband.

Taylor exhaled shakily.

"Don't want Pete catching wind of what?"