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Maeghan Wrist: C01 [Inside Me: Book II]

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This is the second book or part to my last story, Inside Me.  I'd highly suggest reading Inside Me before reading this.  Though this story has many erotic scenes and quite a bit of sex, it's no stroke story.  This whole storyline (Inside Me and Maeghan Wrist) was written to be plot oriented and this particular segment, this last half of the journey, proves to take a more serious tone than the first had.  So if you read Inside Me and found it boring, than do not expect to be awed by this.

Thank you.


Maeghan Wrist

Inside Me: Book II

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I didn’t know why we were both naked, but nor did I care. For some reason, that wasn’t the most important issue running through

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my mind. Nevertheless, we were there, on my bedroom floor, sitting Indian style and looking at each other completely naked; Montana and I.

The carpet running up my butt crack and touching the puckered hole inside just magnified how exposed I was; that most physical contact with my floor as I sat nude in front of my best friend. She was most probably feeling the carpet against her fifteen year old butt hole as well; my soft, shaggy floor running under the bottom of her vagina.

She leaned forward, reaching her arm out to me. It was all so real but couldn’t be possible. I never questioned it though. I wanted to tell myself that it was only curiosity that drove my body right then. Her hand made contact with the tender of skin on my belly.

It couldn’t be inappropriate if I returned the gesture.

My own body inched forward bit by bit as my arm stretched toward my friend, her flesh completely exposed.


I was feeling the warm skin of her stomach. I broke my vision from that rhythmically tensing spot and scanned up to her face. Her breathing was soft but firm; the air she inhaled and carbon dioxide she exhaled poured from the most innocent smile her face could sport. And Montana could sport one hell of an innocent look.

Her hand moved very slowly up my body. Very gently over my tiny breasts. So carefully onto it where she rested her palm directly on my nipple. Her eyes were glowing in playful curiosity. My mind mimicked in serious interest. I couldn’t stop my own hand from moving under and up onto her larger, firmer breast. Just as my palm settled to fully cup her, I squeezed in immediate reaction to her squeeze. So soft.

The sides of her lips raised a little and her arm fell with considerable speed down my body. She touched my vagina!

Feeling her palm rub up against my sexual organ washed a wave of heat over my body. And for some reason, I couldn’t stop myself from dropping my own hand down to grip hers. As my fingers curled around her convex mound, I squeezed it. I didn’t know why. She didn’t do it to me first but for some reason I just wanted to feel what it was like.

Involuntarily, for the first time, I smiled. As I looked to hers, it became uneasy and shy. She seemed scared that she was receiving that excess attention from me, like I took it further than I was allowed. I could just feel that she was scared of Ean. Because I was Ean’s and what I just did to her would make him jealous and turn against her. I just wanted to know what it felt like though.

We both sat motionless. I could feel her fingers just lingering at the entrance to my tunnel. A little push and my skin would part and she would be entering me. A little push and I could enter her.

What was I thinking?

Then I felt her hand run up my bare leg. Everything began fading into blackness as I could still feel her begin to squeeze between my knee and vagina. Why did it feel so good?

I heard a deep exhale and opened my eyes to Ean just settling down after apparently repositioning himself in his sleep. My eyes quickly took in the unconscious face pointing at me through the dimmest of light illuminating the blackness. His strong, firm hand was gripping my leg just below my inflamed girl organ. Ean.

Immediately I pushed my head forward and sucked his lips to mine. Latching on, I released as much of the built up feeling inside me as I could with just lips. I was a naked fourteen year old girl under the covers of and with her naked nineteen year old half brother. Of course I would have an incredibly erotic dream that didn’t make any sense… or mean anything.

His penis. I retreated my lively mouth from his lifeless one and pulled my head under the sheet and comforter. I had to have his penis in my mouth. I wanted his penis on every part of my body. I wanted every part of his body all at once. All of a sudden, I couldn’t have enough of his perfect masculine form. Every piece of skin covering every strand of muscle; he was the absolute flawless play thing for any girl and right then, I wanted to take full advantage of his supreme devotion to me.

Pulling my legs away, his hand fell free. I reached my fingers between his hips and nimbly took a hold of his soft organ. Bringing my face in closer, the intoxicating aroma of his pheromones with a dash a mint and semen, poured through my nostrils.

Convincing Ean to sleep naked with me every night turned out to create an effect I had never thought of previously. Apparently, no matter how unaroused he was before bedtime, once naked under the covers with his little sister, his roaming hands always found something worthy of stimulation. It was getting to the point where the smell and taste of my toothpaste as I brushed my teeth every night flashed images through my mind of me giving amazing pleasure to my big brother.

Taking the small minty accordion into my mouth, my tongue instinctively rolled around the head. Within seconds, he was growing deeper into my mouth. Longer and longer, thicker and thicker. My lips spread wider. It poked the back roof of my mouth before I began to give way. I could fit it increasingly farther past my lips but I never could break it into my throat. I wanted to do it so badly though.

With my mind in the state it was then, I was ready to push any boundaries I hesitated on before with Ean. If I even had a normal dream about Montana, then I would owe Ean my body times ten. He was everything to me and I didn’t even want to think about anything but him.

I shut my eyes hard and pushed my head forward not wanting to anticipate the fear. His massive head broke into my throat. I forced myself to keep pushing. I owed it to Ean. At least an inch of him was into my esophagus before I couldn’t push anymore. I waited as many seconds as I could and pulled away.

Pulling away. That was the most amazing feeling of it. Feeling his penis pull and pop out of my throat hole like it just came from a vagina. That thought that Ean could actually have sex with my throat washed over my body in amazing heat. It was so beyond just licking and sucking him. The act of sex that I loved so much could be done right there in my mouth. I just had to break myself in a little more.

I didn’t even think at that, I just slammed my neck forward again. The hot spongy head of his reproductive organ glided to the back of my mouth and forced its way back into my esophagus.

More. More. And more. I was actually feeling his penis penetrate my head, my neck. I had at least two inches inside my throat. It was indescribably amazing, the physical feeling with the mental pleasure it gave me. It was like having my vagina penetrated but it only being two inches from my brain. Right there. I was comprehending everything so much faster because it was right there. Not all the way down my body.

Suppressing only a slight gag reflex, I had to pull it out of me to breathe before my lips could reach the base. Then my entire body shook as Ean removed the covers from us. The fresh air broke into my mouth chilling my windpipe. I hadn’t even realized how hot I had been. My body was soaking in sweat. Shutting the airway through my throat, I directed the new cool air through the warm filtration of my nose.

My face then followed Ean’s movements as he rolled onto his back. I wasn’t about to let that most masculine organ leave my mouth. I felt his hand grab my leg and, completely at his mercy, followed his guiding grip in moving my torso over his.

That was it. I knew he would never think down on me after all we’d been through, but still, I didn’t want to be on the line right then. I only had two practice shots and now I had to continue with him fully conscious. I had to give it my all. Just one image from that dream popped into my head and without thinking, I dropped my head onto his rod.

I did it. I forced it all the way inside me. My lips pressed into his body, the tip of my tongue rested at the base of his shaft. His penis was smashed inside my tiniest little virgin esophagus. And hearing my brother moan in the most pleasurable surprise gave me everything I needed to pull up and drop back down.

That was a bit uncomfortable. I think Ean flinched as well. I tried once more slowly, this time taking a breath through my nose in between. That hit it perfectly. A nice smooth slide into me, with considerable pushing of course. Again I tried it, mimicking that second time. That was it. I felt the head pop out and then press back in. I was riding him with my mouth.

I pushed down again to feel my vagina being penetrated with at least two fingers on the same speed setting. My neck twitched at the feeling, rotating my head slightly. I moaned in feeling the massive intruder in my throat twist. Ean’s hips raised slightly as I felt his fingers twist inside me. I moaned again as I pulled back up for air.

I dropped several more times on him basking in not only that feeling, but in the sensations of being vaginally penetrated with the exact speed and motion my mouth was. It did feel weird though. Like something was different then when Ean normally fingered me or what normal sex would be like.

I blindly walked into all that he was. I thought that I was the one controlling how deep, how fast, and how hard he penetrated my vagina with my rhythmic drops onto him. It didn’t hit me that he had taken control until I realized just why his fingering felt different. As we both simultaneously pulled out, Ean stopped. Without thinking, so did I. But when he stopped, it felt normal. When I did, I instantly held my breathing.

His penis was still a little bit inside my throat; his fingers still a little bit inside my vagina. He was pulling all the way out before. That’s why it was different. He never pulled all the way out after each stroke. That was when I realized that in each thrust into my throat, I was pulling him all the way out and then pressing him back in.

My muscles still wouldn’t move as if they were being controlled by the two fingers between my legs. Unable to hold my breath any longer, I exhaled and surprisingly inhaled. Just millimeters from the tip of his penis, I felt the oxygen travel from my nasal passages, down into my wind pipe. If Ean wanted real sex with my mouth, I would give it to him; and I would show no mercy.

I decided then to take back control and immediately thrust my face between his legs. Slightly delayed, I felt a thrust into my vagina. Just before leaving my throat on my way up, I pushed back down. Again and again. I was having real sex then. And I had to admit, not pushing it in and out of that entryway was much more enjoyable for me.

More and more and more. I went as fast as I could. It slipped out a few times but barely. Ean’s fingers in me broke my rhythm and were becoming slower and more sporadic. He was letting himself fall into my world, my pleasure, my ability to give him an orgasm at my will.

The smell of his testicles was driving me insane with lust for them. As I grew more and more daring on each thrust, my tongue moved further and further around, massaging the entire shaft of his organ. He was seconds from going off. It was so exciting. It was a first time for me but I was as prepared as I could get. I wasn’t scared, I was drowning in anticipation.

Ean then shoved his fingers hard into my body and curled them down toward my tummy. He was pushing my entire body forward with his force. It took me by complete and pleasurable surprise washing a small ecstatic spike over my body.

My mouth pushed forward in part of his force and part of my expectancy, pulling as much of his shaft as possible into my esophagus. I was almost angry at him. My body was filling with an orgasm just as he was about to go off inside my throat for the first time. All emotion subsided though when I felt it.

That first splash of hot, thick cream squirted straight down inside my neck. Right there inches from my brain. That feeling was the difference in how much signals faded as they traveled through my body. That was what my vagina was really feeling when he came inside me. It wasn’t a dulled warm sensation slowly filling my body; this was sharp searing lines of sperm shooting with force down my throat. I could feel every little detail of every massive release.

There was no tasting his sperm, there was only feeling it beating its lifeblood into a tunnel it so clearly didn’t belong in, that it so blatantly didn’t properly fit in. And as if taking in food, my body took over, funneling down every squirt and gob of his fluid.

I held perfectly still as long as possible trying my best to drown out my subsiding orgasm and take in as much as possible Ean’s. Needing air, slowly I pulled the massive object from my throat and sucked it clean. Ean’s fingers dropped out of my backside.

Finishing licking him clean, I turned around to just hug him into my body. We were both soaking wet in sweat. Dropping my head down above his chest on his shoulder, I squeezed him into my grip and just smiled, basking in the scent rolling from his body. My little breasts bounced between our two wildly beating hearts.

“I hope it was me in the dream that woke you up just now,” Ean said breathlessly.

I laid there silently just squeezing him tight.


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Maeghan Wrist: C08

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Maeghan Wrist

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After waking up to just wanting to wrap my arms around Ean’s chest and accidently feeling Montana’s, we both remembered the last night and calmed ourselves down. It was interesting though trying to explain why I woke her up groping her breasts, curiously wondering why they were so soft. Thankfully, she just teasingly apologized for not having Ean’s chest.

Bentlee arrived a little after noon from one of her friend’s birthday sleepover parties. From there, we wasted the day away inside playing video games. With both their parents wondering the house and Ean being the only interesting subject us three shared, talking was at a minimum.
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>As midnight came nearer, their mom suggested us off to bed. Bentlee immediately asked to sleep in Montana’s room with us but was instantly denied by her sister.

“You’re not even her friend,” she protested wanting support from her mom.

Both her mom and dad shrugged and walked away not wanting to be brought in. Defeated, Bentlee left to her room.

“Don’t worry, she’ll be sound asleep in half an hour and not even remember by morning. I doubt she got much sleep at all last night.”

Going off with Montana to her bedroom, we quickly changed and retreated under her covers with the lights out. I was pretty tired too after a whole day of learning new video games and jumping around a tad.

The two of us talked a little bit in the dark keeping everything as casual as possible. Quickly enough, our words became slurred and long; I fell asleep.

I woke up maybe two hours later to hearing Montana breathing heavily. Before I could catch myself, I accidently spoke.

“What are you doing?”

Instantly, she stopped.


“Are you cold?” I stupidly asked.

“No,” she replied with a shake in her voice.

I rolled over closer to her wanting to talk with her more. I wasn’t that tired anymore for some reason. I moved my hand to place it on her belly as a joke; she was lying on her back. My fingers tensed feeling her bare skin and naval.

Slowly, I moved my hand up to touch where I thought the rim of her nightgown must have hiked up too. Montana was silent. Farther and farther my hands moved until the pressed into the bare bottoms of her breasts.

“Where’s your nightgown?” I asked pulling my hands away and kicking myself into a firmer position. I felt something soft catch on my big toe. As I curled up my knee and reached down for it, she answered.

“It’s still on; it just got hiked up to my shoulders.”

“Why?” I asked, “and why were your underwear down by our feet?” I knew the feel of that fabric once it was between my fingers. As evidence, I brought them out of the covers and set them between our faces.

“Um,” she sounded almost as if about to cry, “I, it’s just, it’s so intense to feel naked next to someone else. Cause I’ve never done it before.” Every word she said was struggled out of her. I was just coming to realize what she was actually doing. She was masturbating right next to me while I slept. I didn’t know what to think but I knew I couldn’t let her feel that embarrassed; she was my best and only friend. No matter what she did, I needed her, especially during my pregnancy.

“Like when I was naked in front of Ean the first time,” I said. “It was so incredibly scary but I loved every second of it.”

“I’m so sorry Maeghan. I’m just really weird and messed up. I can understand if you don’t like me anymore.”

“No,” I responded harshly. “I understand.” I wasn’t sure if anything I was saying was getting through to her mind.

“I swear though it’s not because of the kiss. I don’t like you like that. I mean you really are really pretty but, it’s just,”

She kept stumbling over her words. Clearly she was stuck inside a sphere of shame and guilt. The way she so desperately tried explaining herself without giving me a chance to communicate with her, it was almost as if she needed me more than I needed her.

Quickly, for some reason that I’ll never understand, my thumbs pushed into my underwear and kicking my legs, I pulled them from my ankles. Removing them from the covers, I placed them on top of Montana’s.

“I didn’t want the kiss to be like that, I just wanted a peck but you fell on me. That wasn’t your fault though,”

“Montana,” I called.

“I’m so sorry. Please can we just forget this weekend ever happened? You never have to come over again.”

The more anxious she got, the worse I felt. My body began taking over and pulling up my nightgown to my shoulders. For some reason, I felt it necessary to mimic her situation like that would be the only way to fix us. Like to be real best friends, we had to go through the same worst moments together.

Her voice kept stuttering as she ignored me though. I had never seen her like it before. I had never seen Montana so scared, so infantile. I had to outdo her in embarrassment.

And then I did it. The absolute most embarrassing thing my mind could possibly ever think of. Rolling my naked body over, I pulled myself onto hers and pushed my lips to her face. We were two naked girls kissing and it was all my doing. Montana instantly stopped talking. This was one situation where I somehow felt our two different ages played a big role. She was a fifteen year old masturbating in the same bed as her fourteen year old friend. But as her fourteen year old friend, I felt as if I could actually get away with kissing her fifteen year old lips. I was a younger girl after all.

Pulling my mouth back, I couldn’t help but feel everything. How our breasts smashed into each others, the same with our stomachs, and then how amazingly hot it was in the air pocketed between our four legs and thighs.

I looked to her silently.

“It’s just experimenting between friends,” I said softly. “We both like Ean more than anything in the world so we know we’re not lesbians. But we are still kids and kids get curious; so it’s all normal.”

The combined beating of our two hearts into our meeting chests was the most chaotic sensation I had ever felt.

“Really?” she wisped.

“All I know is that as long as I love my brother, nothing else matters. I’m pregnant right now with his baby and he’s changing his entire life to protect me and it. There is nothing we could do that would ever take anything I feel from him away. You’re my best friend and with everything you’ve been through, I want to help you no matter what. Besides, all the stuff you want to do makes me curious about myself too.

“I hate feeling uncomfortable around you. I have enough stuff to constantly worry about. I just want to be able to do anything with you or you with me and it’s all just fun; no more worrying about if it’s right or wrong. We’re best friends and I never plan on that changing no matter what happens.”

I probably surprised myself with what I just said as much as I surprised Montana. I didn’t know why or where it came from but as it just flowed from me, I agreed with it all because it all made sense. I never was good with worrying. I guess that was why I never planned ahead. I always relied on my best ability, making things up on the spur of the moment and it was times like just then that proved me.

“No more right or wrong?” Montana said.

“From now on, if one of us is curious about something we see on TV or read in a book or hear at school, no matter what, we can always come to the other and test it out to see for ourselves. Okay?”

“Okay,” she replied a little unsure before thinking a bit and answering again, “Okay!”

“We’ll make a pact right now then,” I said.

“What kind of pact?”

I pushed my body off of hers and pulled up the covers before standing and walking to turn on the lights. With the room lit up, I turned to Montana sitting up while pulling her nightgown back down over her body.

“We’ll get naked and we have to look at and touch every part of the other person’s body. That way, there’s no secrets. We’ll have seen and touched it all so trying something new later won’t be that big of a deal.”

I didn’t know how I was determining all of this but I was guessing my experience with Ean played a big role. One reason why I felt so comfortable with him was because I knew he had already seen and touched every square inch of my body. He knew my most personal physical details and he still came back for more. As innocent as I was trying to sound though, I could feel how much I was growing up since before Ean came back home.

Seeing how hesitant Montana was and knowing that I really really didn’t want to back down and live with this night in the back of both our minds, I pulled my nightgown up and flung it from my body onto her bed.

And there I was, standing in front of my best friend completely naked. I was a fourteen year old girl as physically mature as a thirteen year old, at least hopefully that, and I was showing it all to my normal fifteen year old friend.

“You have to do it now. Unless you still want to believe in right and wrong between us. If so we can go back to bed and pretend this never happened or stop being friends because you don’t like me anymore.”

Montana immediately sprang up onto her feet. After that though, she hesitantly began pulling up her nightgown. I watched as it reached her belly where I noticed a long wide scar looking directly at me from just within her panty line. It was maybe five inches long and got up to half an inch wide.

With as much strength as I could, I finally broke my eyes from it to find Montana painfully staring at my face. I held my gaze at her neck while she finished removing the fabric from her body. As it fell to the ground, I looked back to her eyes.

“I fell from a tree three years ago. On the way down, a branch tried catching me but didn’t know how. Went all the way to the bone but it did slow me down a lot for the last six foot drop.”

“Ean will love that,” I said consolingly.

“What? Why?”

“He loves anything that makes a person unique. And that’s one booboo you won’t be able to get him to stop kissing.” Montana smiled big.

“Thankfully it’s not too unique though. They said just an inch more to the right and I could have lost my ability to conceive.” I smiled at that and peered down to my belly.

“Well, then we know Ean is going take full advantage of that luck.” Looking back up to Montana’s smiling face, I continued, “Now we explore. Don’t just look and touch what you want to, we have to do it to every single part of each other’s bodies, no matter what.”

Slowly, we both walked to each other.

“Every part?” she asked unsure of herself.

“Bend over,” I said. She obeyed and I reached behind her. Sticking my index finger out, I pushed it between her butt cheeks and ran it down to slide over her tiniest butt hole. I stopped at its feeling and pushed a little before pulling back off. Touching her shoulder and guiding her back up straight, I repeated to her, “Every part. That way there’s no questioning each other because we both did it.”

Realizing what I just did, I squinted and reluctantly accepted what I had to do next. Taking tiny steps, I turned my body around and gently dropped forward splaying my butt into the air before my best friend. I couldn’t look back to her. And sure enough, eventually, Montana’s finger rested at the top of my butt crack and started falling down it to my hole. Just as I did, she stopped there.

“And Ean actually fit that thing of his into this smallest hole?”

“I know, he had his finger in there too before.”

“How did he get it in?”

“You have to really really relax. And kind of do like your pooping.” Subconsciously, my body was acting out what I was saying. My butt hole began relaxing like I learned from Ean just as Montana started pushing a little.

I heard her gasp and immediately felt why. Something, her finger, was entering my butt hole. It pushed in only maybe half an inch, but it pushed in. We were both frozen. Needless to say, my butt was incredibly tense, locking Montana tightly in. Pulling out would take some obvious force that would probably stimulate me in a very weird way.

“What do I do?” she asked scared.

“What do you want to do?” I couldn’t believe I just said that. Never had I popped out so many stupid regrettable sentences to one person as I found myself doing to Montana for some reason.

“Um, I don’t know. It’s really tight on the outside but I think really soft on the inside. It looks like it might hurt if I try pulling on it.” I didn’t know if she realized it but she was applying force.

“I think it would too but I don’t want you to have to push inside me.”

“I don’t mind, I mean, uh,”

“No right or wrong,” I said firmly to her. I actually found myself not caring either way what she did.

“Um, I can try going in since Ean seems to like something in there.” I smiled at her excuse.

“Okay. Keep pushing and I’ll try to relax.”

A few seconds passed before she started pushing again. The pressure it exerted into me felt really weird and kind of nice. I pushed out like I was going to the bathroom and in a sudden smooth motion, her entire finger sunk into me. The feeling was amazingly shocking at how good it was for some reason.

Then I felt a drop roll down my belly. There was only one place it could have come from. Bending over showing my rear to my best friend, I was also displaying my soaking slit.

“It’s so weird in here.”

“Mmmmm,” I squirmed about feeling her finger sizing me up from the inside. Pulling my back up to stand up straight, I released a heavy heavy sigh at the incredible tension I just created. “Try pulling it out.”

Montana looked to me and must have felt that major increase in squeezing power.

“Is that a challenge?”

I just awkwardly smiled to her still feeling the weird intrusion in my rectum.

At that, I could feel her tugging. It became harder and harder. She squatted down to the floor and started using her body weight. It was painful and chilling but the sensation for some reason felt so strangely good.

More and more of her finger broke into my butt cheeks from the dense ring of muscle at the exit. I felt all two and a half inches of her pull with the force of her body weight, out of my body. As her fingertip broke free, I heard her hit the floor with a soft thump. I turned and looked down to her feeling incredibly tingly.

“How did that feel?” she asked truly curious.

“I’ll show you,” I smirked. More than anything after that, more than wanting her to feel what I just felt so we could talk about it and understand it together, I wanted to know what it felt like for her, what it felt like to have my finger inside her.

I can probably honestly say with certainty, that that night ended with our friendship on a whole another level. I felt like I could trust her with anything. I broke past the point of being an equal to her own sister and moved above.

Sunday morning proved that too. It wasn’t Bentlee, Montana, and I for the remainder of the time I spent there, it was just Montana and I. Bentlee was only there tagging along to the two best friends in the world.

Mom picked me up at about four o’clock that day and with Ean, we went out to eat. At home, mom went off to do some work in her room while Ean and I just watched TV together. Even as I climbed into bed with him to fall asleep, I didn’t try anything. I was just content at the moment from such a great weekend with Montana. And the absolute best way to end it had somehow been found out by Ean, and that was why I loved him so much.

Ean didn’t try a thing with me. He saw my smile when I got into the car that day and just knew what to do. Somehow, he knew that even though I wanted him to treat me like an adult and take me into his bed and have his way with me, there were those times that I still wanted to be fourteen and just a happy excited girl with a loving big brother.

I woke up extra late Monday morning all alone. I slept really well that night. I made the greatest friendship possible that weekend, had the bestest big brother in the world, and got to skip a day of school so I could go to the doctor and learn all about the baby that was growing inside of me. I couldn’t possibly get happier.

That all ended pretty quickly when I ran from the bathroom yelling for my mom.

“What is it honey?” she asked so motherly as she pulled me into a hug.

“I’m bleeding. I’m bleeding.” I was almost crying into her chest.

“Calm down sweetie. That’s not uncommon in early pregnancy. We’ll be at the doctor in a few hours and they’ll check you out to make sure everything is perfectly fine.”

“Really?” I asked slightly obstructed with some mucus in my throat.

“I bled for a little bit early on with you inside me. And you turned out better than fine.”

I smiled as I rubbed a tear from the top of my cheek onto my mom’s shirt. With a bit more confidence, I walked back to the bathroom to take my shower.

The waiting room of the hospital was pure nerve wracking. Ean didn’t come with us as to not increase my chances of slipping up and referring to him, my brother, as the father of the baby in me. Finally the doctor called us in. It felt really embarrassing walking down the halls to his office. I was fourteen and he was checking up on my pregnancy. I felt as if all the nurses were staring down at me knowing what was inside my belly and judging me for it like I got knocked up by some drunken sixteen year old boy about to flunk out of school. Ean couldn’t be any more opposite.

As we got situated in the room, mom told the doctor about the bleeding. He quickly turned to me and told me eye to eye that it was nothing to start worrying about and he was going to give me an ultrasound that day so I could see my baby. That got me really excited. Mom didn’t look all that enthusiastic though.

The doctor then proceeded in checking various things all over my body, asking me a whole lot of questions, and then giving me a bunch of information before he left. We waited around for another hour alone before he came back and took us to another room.

As I kept firm on the exact date that I knew I got pregnant, the doctor said that there probably wouldn’t be much to look at yet as I was only a little more than three weeks in. But he said on the off chance that I was wrong and it happened earlier, I might get more of a show.

Coating my tummy in a bunch of jelly, he pressed the weird ball-like thing to me and began moving it around.

“Well, it appears you may know your body pretty well after all. It doesn’t seem to be too far into, well, wait…”


I detonated through the front door to our house and flew straight to my room. I barely caught Ean bouncing off the couch in the living room as I passed. I slammed my door shut and lunged my body into the bed.

Whether it was because all my other senses stopped existing or whatever the fuck, I could hear my mom whispering to my brother just outside my door. I could hear so explosively loud her say that one word to him before he broke my door open to get to me. That one FUCKING word. Miscarriage


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