Ellie half-turned in her sleep and extended an arm across the bed. Her crazy, erotic dream of her and Oliver doing it in front of all their family was rapidly losing power when her arm contacted the cold sheets in lieu of the warm, chiseled body of her lover. Oliver had been fucking her on the kitchen island, the way he had months ago, but now they had an audience.
Her brothers and parents were shrieking one moment before suddenly urging Oliver to thrust harder into his sister, which he did. Ellie whimpered every time her bro tapped her shaved mons as he fed her all of his length. He was so excited, shaping both of her jugs in his crass grip. Her mother was asking her how it felt, to have her son so deep inside her.
"So good," Ellie moaned in reply, drawing her knees to her bust and submitting all of her sex to him. "So fucking good, Mom..."
She was so open now, bursting with his fat member, when...
Ellie slowly opened her eyes, hating the feel of the satin bed sheets rubbing her fingers. Her insane dream went poof the second she visually verified her brother was gone. An inexplicable ache wrung her heart when she stared at his vacant side of the bed. Soon, a feeling of excruciating emptiness swathed around her soul. She felt so empty, everywhere.
She'd kept Oliver up till 4 with their closing forty-minute number, and she knew he most likely hadn't gone to sleep on account of her niece. He always left just before sunrise. She shook her head up the ceiling, anger filling her. She was angry with him for leaving, even though she knew she shouldn't be. She then became infuriated with herself for ever getting angry with him.
Ellie hated to admit it, but at times, she felt as if she were competing with her niece for his attention, for his love. She couldn't control the way she felt however. She needed him so badly, no less than his 4-year-old daughter. His absence now had such a dejecting impact on her that she couldn't even grasp. She teared up, her fingers finding her pussy and feeling how saturated she was within her cleft.
And empty. So empty, everywhere. She burst into tears, mewling so painfully. She never felt worse than she did now. She was sick and tired of letting him go every night, of pretending around people, of concealing and hiding. It had taken too much of her and still was, draining her, ripping her... she curled into a ball and wept and wept. Never had a guy had such absolute power over her.
Suddenly, her anguish dwindled and her heart was brightening. Shimmers of hope began challenging the darkness. Soon, it was a full-blown battle, and a volley of laughter drove it out of her heart and to never return. Eyes wet, she rolled onto her back and caressed her belly, her palm mounting the subtle swell before sloping down and back again. Yep, she was pregnant alright. Pregnant with Oliver's baby.
She grinned, her deep blue eyes drying. She still felt empty but not sad anymore. She was hopeful and excited. Oliver was moving in, and she would never part from him again, not even for a single night. He would soon be hers the way she'd been dreaming for months. She rolled onto her stomach and took a whiff from his side of the bed. The sheets were drenched in his masculinity. Ellie filled her lungs to the brim with him, basking in her brother's unique scent.
She reached for her phone, filled with joy all of a sudden. It wouldn't be raining today if the weather forecast were to be believed. Perfect. Oliver and Michela could move in with no complications. She lurched to her feet and checked herself in the mirror while stroking her fair hair back. She was a sexy pregnant woman, she had to confess.
And bursting with her brother's seed apparently as the reflection of his jizz oozed out of her down the curve of her inner thigh. She giggled before she scooped it up on her finger and sucked thoroughly. Scrumptious. She rushed to the bathroom for a quick shower before reuniting with Oliver at her parents'.
***
An hour past noon, Ellie furiously barged into her folks' place. She stormed into the kitchen and fetched a rolling pin from a convenient drawer. The chaos in the living room was so loud that her arrival had gone unnoticed. She'd easily heard the shouting from outside the house, and it was clear that her whole meddling family was putting pressure on Oliver.
Menacingly pacing to the living room, she could hear her twin growling, her mother threatening and then blackmailing, and even Dan changed his tune and was now blaming Oliver for everything. Ellie snickered inwardly when listening to her father accusing him of taking advantage of her fragile frame of mind and seducing her, costing her such a happy life with Jason.
"It
has
to be the guy's fault," she derided in her mind, hating the chauvinist perspective as if women were so weak and passive, incapable of instigating. "I'm gonna fucking show them..." she hissed, this time, aloud, and drew the rolling pin back as she joined them, loathing all of them for how they were verbally butchering at Oliver. "Get the fuck away from him!" she bellowed the moment she noticed how close her twin was standing to her boyfriend.
Jack took a few steps back, not at all loving how Ellie was swinging that rolling pin. As she paced to Oliver, she cast an evil glance on their parents before returning her eyes to him. He was perturbed, she could easily tell, but he wouldn't be for long. His big sis was going to take care of everything now.
"Why didn't you call me?" she demanded, hating to see the storm in his bright brown eyes.
He shook his head in anger, though now wary of the wrath in her eyes.
"Where's Michela?"
"Out with Gena."
"If it isn't—"
Ellie gestured at Jack with the rolling pin, cutting him off mid-sentence. "If you still wanna be walking by the end of the day, then I'd better not see you standing this close to him again. Nice scar by the way," she added, noting the trenches her long nails had carved on her twin's left cheek. She returned her scowl at her parents. "What is going on in here? Huh? Didn't I warn you not to manipulate him?!"
Alice frowned in bafflement. "Did you honestly expect us to be okay with this? Did you think we would sit by and let you—"
"I don't remember the part where we were asking you for permission!"
"Ellie, you're not in your right mind now to undest—"
"Yeah, I heard all about it, Dad, how Oliver seduced me when I was so vulnerable and lost. Now I don't know what bullshit story Mom has been feeding you, but it was me who was doing the seducing.
Me
, Dad. Not Oliver."
"Ellie, that's not exact—"
"Stay out of it, baby," she said without even looking at him. "I'm handling it."
Oliver shut his mouth, more than ready to let his girlfriend handle it. He'd been fending them off for almost two hours now with no sleep at all. And she did seem to be handling it like a boss, taking on all three of them for over thirty minutes. Whenever they screamed, she screamed harder. She wasn't about let them gang up on her the way they had with Oliver, although he was probably too spent by the time she'd stepped in to take point.
"You know what? This is moot," she interrupted her tearful mother. "Whether you're okay with it is not the issue here. Oliver and I is happening, and you're six months away from becoming grandparents again. This will require major adjustments, we are well aware. But if you don't give yourself the time to digest it, then how do you expect to be accepting about it? You need time! And we
urge
you to take it. Let it sink in."
"No amount of time will help anyone accept it!" Alice sobbed. "This is IMPOSSIBLE to accept!"
