brcck88 | Nov 5, 2025
Three months later I got the payoff, my little sister stumbled into my room, her face a mess of tears and snot. She was shaking like a leaf. "Look at me," she sobbed, pulling up her shirt. And there it was. Her stomach, once perfectly flat and tight, now had a small, firm bump pushing out. The pregnancy made her young body even hotter, highlighting how fragile she was.

brcck88 | Nov 5, 2025
I sat her down, putting on my serious face, while I watched her meltdown with cold interest. This whole time, her body, without asking, had been working hard: after that nigga came in her, his sperm did its job, fertilized an egg, and now her womb, like good soil, was growing the fruit. And she, the dumb little thing, didn't even know the basics of her own body to suspect anything sooner. Now she gets the shame, and I get to be the only one who "supported" her.

brcck88 | Nov 5, 2025
As I watched her cry, pretending to be her rock, I knew the real fun was just beginning. This little panic attack is nothing. The main event is when she has to explain this to mom and dad. Their perfect little girl, a teenage mom. But the punchline? The baby daddy is a black brute. They'll disown her so fast it'll make her head spin. She'll be convinced she's this huge disappointment, this stain on the family, when all she did was get brutally used. My sensitive sister won't survive that shame. Tough luck. But that's what happens. And as her loving brother, who enjoyed every tear and every curve of her body as I "comforted" her, I'll toss her a few bucks now and then. It's the least I can do after setting her up for a life of hell.