It's been about six months since we found out Crystal was pregnant. My wife my sister and I her brother and her husband. We both want children and we don't care that we're brother and sister. Our love keeps us going. She looks unbelievable pregnant. He breasts have gotten so much larger and all she wants to do is fuck. And that's pretty much all we do. After we found out she was pregnant we moved to a different city and started a new life. She and I both have new jobs and have a wonderful house. We're getting ready for the baby. We have a room set up for him or her. We hope its twins. But we'll be happy either way.
We had a few bumps in the road since we've moved. She used her strap on dildo on me. I had sex with a man. She slept with a black guy. But luckily we made it through. Some desires don't die I guess. I suppose that we needed to get these desires out of our systems.
But soon all that changed one sunny afternoon. I came home from work and she wasn't home. Her car was there but she wasn't there. I found her cell phone on the nightstand. There were no notes for me anywhere, nothing to indicate where she went. I searched the house to see if she was hiding. But she was nowhere. I checked my e-mail but there was nothing from her. I really began to freak out. Where could she be? What could've happened to her? I get restless and drive around town.
I'm still unfamiliar with the area so I only go to places that I'm familiar with. I start by going to this gay bar that Crystal and I picked up that man who slept with me. I look around and order a coke. She's not there. I then go to this other nearly all black bar, the one where Crystal found her black lover. I ask for her, but she's not there. I then hit up the grocery store. She's nowhere to be found. What could have happened? I then go to this new porn store she and I frequent, she's not there, I even check the theater. Where the fuck could she be? I then go home.
I have a hard time at home. I take a shot of vodka with a sleeping pill. I fall asleep and I wake up throughout the night. She's not at home! What can I do? This has gotten even worse. I go to work but get little accomplished. All I do is sit there and think about Crystal. I keep checking my phone and e-mail. She's nowhere to be found. I can't take it. This has finally gotten to me! I don't want to file a missing person's report, but I'm tempted. I decide against it. I go home that night frazzled. I watch TV but I can't pay attention to anything. I decide to go to bed around midnight. I get into bed and I hear the front door open. I jump out of bed and run to the front door. I get there in time to see Crystal shutting the door.
"Where have you been," I ask as she walks in.
"I...I lo..." she starts, "I lost it, our child,"
"What," I ask in disbelief, "what happened?"
"I had some pains in my abdomen," she says, "I knew it was over right then and there. I knew I was going to lose it."
"I'm so sorry," I reply while I give her a hug.
"Don't be," she says before kissing me, "I knew in the back of my mind that we couldn't have a child."
"What," I ask again.
"I knew we couldn't," she starts, "when I had the pains I called a cab and went to the clinic. They said my body was going to reject the child anyways. I didn't tell them about us. So I had an abortion."
