WARNING: Dark themes ahead e.g. Rape, semi-incest and abuse

Chapter 21:

Ann groaned in agony as she looked herself in the bathroom mirror. Her face pale and slack. Water droplets running down the side of her face having just washed her face. Her throat hurt from so much throwing up. How was she supposed to eat for two if she threw up after every single meal?

There was no doubt in her mind. Pregnancy sucked and she wouldn't ever, ever do it again. Nupe, next time she will use condoms AND the pill and take the morning after pill and... she was going the whole nine yards next time.

Ann groaned as she stumbled out of her dingy bathroom and collapsed on her couch. Her head buried underneath a pillow, her limbs flung out in all directions.

She closed her eyes only briefly as she heard her stomach gurgle in hungriness. She was hungry that she knew but every time she smelt something the same nauseating feeling swamped her and she was once again making friends with the hard tiles in her bathroom.

The pounding on her door made her pick up her head as she groggily made her way to the door with a loud moan, "Alright! Alright I'm coming" Ann muttered as the pounding increased.

"What?" She spat out as she opened her door to see the single most handsomest face she had ever bared witness. His dark strawberry blonde/brown hair hanged messily all over his face, his eyes bluey/violet as they stared intently at her.

She gasped as she took an involuntary step backwards. Her hand covering her mouth in shock. "Alan?"

"Hello Ann," His cool melodic voice wafted over to her, sending shivers up her body which was already shaking silently.

Ann blushed suddenly as she remembered what she must look like. Her auburn brown hair or her 'bed hair' was in disarray as it spilled past her shoulders. Her white tank top must have showed her slight bump that had been growing steadily which was amazing since she hadn't eaten anything proper for weeks. And her pajama bottoms did nothing for her figure.

He on the other was flawlessly clean and well dressed in his crisp blue button up top complimenting his eyes well and washed out 'dirty' jeans.

"Can I come in?" Alan enquired as Ann made no movement to move from her stupor in front of the door way.

Ann wordlessly let him in as she shut the door behind him. Trying hard not to hyperventilate. "What are you doing here Alan?" Her voice squeaked out.

"Is that any way to treat your step brother?" Alan teased as he surveyed her small run down apartment with mild curiosity.

"Step brother my arse," Ann muttered as she side stepped him and flopped back down on the couch, this time facing up wards. "What are you doing here Alan?"

Alan and Ann were step brother and sister. They had grown up together as brother and sister and were as close as two stepsiblings could get considering they had a broken family and were raised with no love lost in their family.

As they grew older they no longer were affected from the many moans and banging of the walls as one or both of their parents took strangers practically of the street and into their bed for a quick fuck.

Once when both parents were passed out one of their regular 'fuckers' came round to Ann's room. She was only 5 years old when she discovered the sick pleasure of his hands fondling her non-existent boobs and was first touched down there. Alan had found out and protected her from any further attempts but on her 8th birthday she was raped brutally and Alan swore to take her away and protect her from all harm.

He was only a year older then her and was useless against the powerful, older men that entered their house at all hours. Ann was 12 when she turned to Alan for comfort and together they experienced pleasure that no other could bring.

For years in their teenage years they had kept it under wraps, both loved each other so immensely but were afraid to admit it. Then they both went off to collage and went there separate ways.

"What have you been up to Ann dearest?" Alan asked as he scooted over to sit beside her.

Ann debated telling him the truth of her pregnancy status, "Answer my question first and I'll answer yours," She told him coyly.

He sighed and looked her dead in the eye, "I was worried about you. Something told me to come here and make sure that you're alright,"

Ann scoffed as she broke away from his hypnotizing eyes, "Bit late for that brother,"

Alan growled when he heard Ann spit out the word brother. He pinned her down to the couch, her hands pinned above her.

Her eyes widened in shock and fear before she quickly masked it up. "Let go of me you sick bastard," As she twisted her body to squirm her way out of his gasp.

"No," Was his heated whisper before his mouth crushed hers.

Ann tensed up before relaxing, moaning into the kiss as he slipped his tongue into her wet cavern of her mouth. The familiarity of the situation made her loosen up as she reacquainted her self to her step brother.

"God, I've missed you Ann," Alan whispered hot hair over her sensitive skin at her neck.

Ann let out a whimper as he left her to take off her tank top revealing her milky globes to him which he eagerly swooped down and nibbled. Her nipples already hard pebbles, her breathing hitched as his hands ran over her baby bump.

"Need. You. To. Take. This slow. Please," Ann gasped out in moans of pleasure as he wriggled his hand under her bottoms.

Ann hurriedly got rid of his shirt that was standing on the way of skin to skin contact. Her eyes running over his well built lean body appreciatively.

"So wet for me already baby," Alan whispered as his fingers ran over her mound.

"Please Alan,"

Alan quickly shed himself of his jeans and boxers and Ann took off her juice soaked thong. As she waited for Alan to join her unable to resist the temptation she reached down and fondled her self.

Alan watched her as her face contorted in pleasure of her fingers searched for her sweet spot. Alan nudged her hand away and without a second thought plunged his throbbing cock into her wet slickness.

Ann groaned as she bucked her hips to meet his. His pace picking up till he was slamming into her over and over. She latched onto his back. Her nails digging into his skin as the pleasure took over her body.

Ann felt herself well approaching as Alan brushed her center time and time again. She screamed as her legs clamped around him. Alan roared as he let himself empty inside of her.

He flopped on top of her tiredly but she quickly pushed him off her, aware that Alan could very well squish her child. She had heard that having intercourse during pregnancy wasn't bad for the child, nor for the expecting mother but Alan had been very rough. She could feel the bruises forming on her thighs and upper arms were he had grabbed her earlier.

"Fuck,"

"Fuck indeed Alan; I used to think that you had more stamina then that,"

He let out a rumbling laugh, "Oh, I'll prove to you how much stamina I have Ann, you haven't seen anything yet,"

"I'll hold you to that. God, I'm craving a pineapple and salmon smoothie right now,"

"What?!"

Again short but... it had smut though not smut you may all be want.