Chapter 1 #6
Long-term, we plan on moving to another state and starting over.
Right now it’s just a dream that we talk about at night.
There are only two states in the United States that accept incest and that’s New Jersey and Rhode Island.
What we are doing is a criminal offense, even though we are both consenting adults and I’m on birth control.
The last few weeks I have been wanting him more and more. It’s like my body is extra sensitive to his touch.
I’m trying to force myself into consciousness when I feel pressure building in my body. I groan deeply when my brain processes that the pressure is Cory filling me with his cock. When he realizes that I’m awake, he hooks his arms behind my knees and starts to fuck me harder and deeper.
“Fuck, that’s amazing,” I moan. “God, you are so fucking good at that.”
“Be my sweet little whore and come for me, Bella,” Cory sings as he drives into my body.
“Oh, Cory,” I gasp when I start to come. I cling to him, burying my face in his neck just before everything explodes out of me, he suddenly rolls and pulls me on top of him.
“Take what you want, Bella. Ride my cock like a good little slut,” he says with a mischievous smile.
I put my hands on his chest and start to bounce on his cock. He keeps his hands on my body but doesn’t take over. I am panting and desperately trying to find my release again when he starts to rub my clit.
“Oh fuck,” I say as I tip my head back and moan.
“Good girl. Fuck, you take me so well. This tight little cunt was made for me,” he moans.
Cory suddenly pulls me down and wraps his arms around me to keep me pinned to his chest while he lifts his hips slightly before he starts to fuck me harder and harder.
We are both desperately moaning through our orgasms as he fills me with his come.
I collapse to his chest in a complete daze before moving back to the bed. By the time I pull myself back into reality, he is cleaning me up.
“I love getting woken up like that,” I laugh and grab my phone.
Beth: Oh my way. Be there in ten
“Oh fuck,” I say as I jump up from the bed. “Beth is almost here.”
“Just go throw some clothes on and lay down in the other room,” Cory says, kissing me. “Eventually, you’ll have to tell her. She’s your best friend. She will support you.”
“I might,” I say. I go to the other room and lie down as I hear Corey open the front door. A few seconds later, I hear my door open.
“Beth is here,” Cory says.
“Hey, hoe. Get up,” she says as she sits beside me and smacks my ass.
“Ow, you bitch,” I laugh.
“Do you guys have plans today?” Cory asks.
“We do. I’m making her come to the mall with me,” she says. “Maybe she can buy some sexy outfits for whoever this mystery man is that she’s been fucking.”
“What?” I roll over and ask.
“Oh, don’t play dumb. You’ve been happier the last few weeks than I’ve ever seen you.
Also, you frequently walk funny now. Clearly, someone’s railing you really well,” she says happily.
I don’t know what to say to that, so I just stare at her and she laughs.
“You’ll tell me when you’re ready. I know you are very secretive about things involving sex.
I don’t even know how many partners you’ve had. ”
“Anyway,” I say. “Let me get dressed and I’ll be out there.”
“Okay,” she says happily. “I’m going to go make your brother make me coffee.”
“You don’t have to make me. I’ll make you some coffee. Would you like a cup, Bella?”
“Please,” I smile.
I get up and get dressed before joining the others. We drink our coffee and make small talk for a moment. I’m able to distract her for long enough that Cory can grab me and pull me into our room. He kisses me hard before cupping my cheek.
“Tell her,” he says.
“I’ll try,” I say.
We are in the food court and we find a table to sit. I lay my food down and Beth gives it a weird face. “What?” I ask.
“Since when do you eat pickles?” she asks
“Oh. Few weeks, I guess,” I say. “Cory forced me to eat one when he was making something and now I like them.”
“Hmm,” she says.
“You’re being weird," I say. I start eating my burger with an ungodly amount of pickles on it. I don’t know why, but they just hit the spot today.
“How’s work?” she asks.
“Good. I’m realizing just how much work Cory does. He downplayed a lot of what he does.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah,” I nod. “He gets paid well enough for his job, but he does so much to manage that location.”
“Ever talk to whoever you hooked up with that night you texted me?”
“I ended up not sleeping with him,” I lie. I’d rather lie than have to explain to her that it was Jason because the alternative is telling her that it was a masked man.
“Lame. Should have let him hit it,” she laughs. “So who are you sleeping with? I know it’s someone.”
“No one,” I lie, continuing to keep my food.
“I don’t believe you,” she says. “Also, you’ve been really weird lately.”
“How so?” I ask.
“Just have,” she says dismissively. I don’t wanna know what she means so I drop it. We finish eating and get up to throw our trash away. “Oh damn. Do you have a tampon? I didn’t bring my bag in.”
“No. I only keep them with me when I’m on my period,” I say.
“Our cycles are the same. Are you late?” she asks.
I freeze and stare at her while I do mental math.
I don’t believe the answer that I get so I do it again and again.
The more I think about it the more I start to panic.
She sees the look of horror on my face, and just simply nods.
“I thought so. Come on.” She grabs my hand and we leave the food court.
Once out, we find the door we came in, so we can go back to the car.
I’m fighting back tears as we head to the car.
I might actually have to throw myself into traffic if he got me pregnant.
Beth shoves me in the car and gets in. “Where are we going?” I ask quietly.
“To a gas station to get a cheap pregnancy test. The cheap ones are the exact same thing you’d get at the doctor's office,” she says.
“I can’t be pregnant,” I whisper.
“How late are you?” she asks.
“More than four weeks. I missed two periods. How the fuck did I not realize?”
“Do you still take your birth control?” she asks.
“Yeah. I very rarely miss days.”
“How often are you having sex?” she asks.
“Often,” I admit. She doesn’t say anything else until we pull into the parking lot.
“They have a bathroom on the side of the building. I’ll go in and grab it.
Go to the bathroom. I’ll be there in a second.
” I know I didn’t get out of the car. I close myself up in the bathroom and wait.
It doesn’t take her long to get to me. Once she comes in, she locks the door behind her and hands me the test. “Go on, then we will talk about who this person is.”
I simply nod again and take the test out of its packaging. My hands are shaking so badly that it’s hard for me to do anything. I sit down and take the test and put the cap back on before she takes it from me.
“You’ll obsessively stare at it,” she laughs. I flush, then wash my hands before turning back to her.
“Anything?” I ask. It’s been a few minutes now so I’m sure the results are on the test.
She glances at the test before turning it around for me to see “you’re pregnant,” she says.
“No,” I say as I snatch the test from her. “No, no, no. I can’t be. I can’t be pregnant. This is so bad, Beth. This is so fucking bad.”
“Why is it bad? You can always have an abortion if it’s that big of a deal,” she says.
“I don’t have the money for that and I’ll have to tell him,” I say as I start crying. “Then I’ll have to tell my parents and they’ll hate me. They’ll never forgive me. Either of us. I’m pretty sure they’ll fucking disown me.”
“Who is it, Bella?” she asks softly. I shake my head as sobs threaten to break out of me. “Please, please tell me. We’ve known each other our entire lives. Whatever this is, you don’t have to face it alone.”
“I can’t,” I sniff. “You’ll judge me, and I can’t get judged by you. I judge myself enough as it is. This is so fucking bad.”
“I swear to God, I will not judge you. Well, I might judge you, but I’m not disowning you. I’m not going anywhere. You might have to deal with me teasing you for a while but it’ll be okay,” she says.
“It’s not okay,” I shout tearfully.
“Ahh. Honey. Just tell me, "She says softly.
“It’s Cory, Beth. The person I’ve been sleeping with is Cory,” I blurt out.
“That fucking masked party. It was him. He was the one behind that fucking mask. We didn’t know until after.
But then we just kept doing it. Now we live together.
I’ve never even slept in that fucking bed.
I’m always in his bed. I will have to throw myself off something.
I can’t be pregnant. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t tell him.
I can’t tell my parents. I can’t have a child with my fucking brother.
I’m so fucking stupid. I should’ve known better.
Of all things that could make me want to throw myself off a bridge and it’s because I’m a fucking idiot. ”
“First of all, you need to calm down,” she says softly.
I shake my head and back away from her before sliding down the wall and pulling my knees to my chest. I am mumbling the same things, repeating them to myself on a loop.
It’s almost as if I’m trying to convince myself that just killing myself is the easiest way out of this.
I’ve never in my life been suicidal, but for some reason, it’s the most logical fucking thing to get myself out of this.