Chapter 5: Conseguences
Kim stared in disbelief at the small, flashing stick in her hands, as she was sitting on the toilet. Pregnant. She was pregnant. A pregnant lesbian carrying her own brother or sister.
The plastic stick glowed mockingly in the harsh bathroom light, its digital display taunting her with the word PREGNANT in bold, unblinking letters.
Kim’s fingers trembled as she stared at it, her mind racing. Pregnant. The word echoed in her skull, drowning out the sound of her own breath. She had been so careful... well, not *that* careful, but she hadn’t *meant* to get pregnant. And yet, here she was, her body betraying her, her mother’s cum already taking root inside her.
The thought made her stomach lurch. She was barely eighteen, and now she was going to be the mother of an incest baby. The realization hit her like a physical blow, stealing the air from her lungs. Her fingers tightened around the pregnancy test, the plastic edges digging into her palm as she stumbled out of the bathroom, her bare feet slapping against the cold tile floor.
"Mommy!" Kim cried, her voice breaking as she burst into the living room, tears streaming down her face. The word was a desperate plea, a childish whimper from a girl who had never been more lost. She clutched the pregnancy test like a lifeline, her knuckles white, her breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps. The living room was bathed in the soft golden light of late afternoon, the curtains drawn back to let in the fading sunlight. Ann was sitting on the couch, her legs tucked beneath her, a book open in her lap.
She looked up as Kim burst into the room, her face streaked with tears, her fingers clutching something small and white. The sight of her daughter like this—so broken, so vulnerable—sent a jolt of protectiveness through her. She set the book aside and stood, her bare feet silent against the hardwood as she crossed the room.
"Kimmi-cub? What is it? What’s wrong?" Ann’s voice was soft, her hands reaching out instinctively to pull her daughter into a hug. The moment Kim’s face buried itself in her mother’s cleavage, the younger woman’s body shook with violent sobs, her fingers digging into Ann’s waist like she was drowning. "I’m sorry, Mommy. I’m so sorry. I messed up. I messed up big time," Kim cried, her voice muffled against Ann’s skin, her tears soaking through the thin fabric of her blouse. The pregnancy test clattered to the floor, forgotten in the storm of her panic.
Ann’s arms tightened around her daughter, her heart pounding in her chest as she felt the weight of Kim’s distress. The scent of her daughter’s fear was thick in the air, the way her body trembled against her, the way her fingers clenched in the fabric of her blouse. "Shh, Kimmi-cub, it’s okay. Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out," Ann murmured, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her.
But then Kim’s tear-streaked face lifted from her chest, her green eyes swollen and red-rimmed, her lips trembling as she met her mother’s gaze. "Mommy... I'm p-pregnant..." she whispered, her voice breaking on the word like a shattered glass. "You got me pregnant."
The words hung in the air between them, thick and suffocating. Ann’s breath caught in her throat, her arms tightening reflexively around her daughter’s shoulders as if she could shield her from the weight of those words. The living room seemed to tilt, the golden afternoon light suddenly too bright, too harsh, as the reality of Kim’s words settled over her like a suffocating blanket. Her daughter. Her own flesh and blood. The girl she had cradled as a baby, the woman she had raised with love and discipline—now trembling in her arms, her face streaked with tears, her body carrying the unthinkable. The realization hit Ann like a physical blow. She had pumped her cum relentlessly inside her own daughter, and now that same daughter was pregnant, carrying her own sibling inside her belly. The thought made her stomach lurch, her fingers tightening in Kim’s hair as the younger woman’s words sent a jolt of heat through her body.
"Kimmy... you weren’t on birth control?" she asked, her voice trembling too. Kim had begged her again and again to cum inside, to flood her pussy with cum... and she wasn’t on the pill?
The thought made her stomach twist with guilt. She had been so careful with her husband, so diligent about protection, but with Kim... with Kim, she had let herself be reckless. She had let herself be swept away by the heat of the moment, by the intoxicating scent of her daughter’s skin, by the way Kim’s body responded to her touch. She had let herself be seduced by the forbidden, and now she was paying the price.
Kim shook her head, still buried between her mother's tits. "I'm a lesbian... fingers and dildoes don't get you pregnant..." Her voice was muffled, her breath hot against Ann’s skin. The younger woman’s fingers dug into her mother’s waist, her body trembling with the weight of her confession.
Ann sighed, shaking her head. "Kim... my cock is not a dildo, and you knew that when you begged me to cum inside you..." Her voice was soft but firm, the weight of the situation pressing down on her like a physical force.
Even in that situation, hearing her mother’s dirty words was enough for Kim’s treacherous pussy to start moistening. "I... I know. I was reckless and stupid and an idiot and..." She trailed off, her fingers tightening in the fabric of Ann’s blouse as if she could anchor herself to something solid in the storm of her emotions.
Ann exhaled sharply, her hands still cradling Kim’s trembling body. The warmth of her daughter’s skin seeped into her palms, and beneath that warmth, she could feel the faintest pulse of Kim’s heartbeat—rapid, erratic, like a bird trapped against a window. The scent of her, sweat and tears and something darker, something primal, filled Ann’s senses, making her own body respond in ways that made her stomach twist with guilt.
"Kimmi-cub," Ann murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "We have to talk about this."
Ann's voice was soft but firm, her fingers stroking the back of Kim's head as she guided her toward the couch. The younger woman's body was limp, her legs trembling as she allowed herself to be led, her face still buried in her mother's chest. The moment they reached the couch, Ann gently pressed Kim down onto the cushions, still keeping her in a tight embrace, her arms wrapped around her daughter's shaking shoulders. The younger woman's breath came in ragged gasps, her fingers clutching at Ann's blouse as she sobbed silently, her tears soaking through the fabric. The living room was bathed in the soft golden light of late afternoon, the curtains drawn back to let in the fading sunlight, but the warmth of the room did little to ease the chill that had settled in Kim's bones.
Ann's voice was soft, tender, as she cradled her daughter against her chest, her fingers stroking the back of Kim's head in slow, soothing circles. "Kimmi-cub, what do you want to do?" she murmured, her breath warm against Kim's ear, her tone gentle despite the storm of emotions raging inside her. The words were a lifeline, a promise of support, even as the thick, throbbing length of her cock pressed insistently against Kim's hip, betraying the dark hunger that pulsed beneath her mother's calm exterior.
Kim's fingers tightened in the fabric of Ann's blouse, her breath hitching as she felt the hard ridge of her mother's cock pressing into her side. The sensation sent a jolt of heat through her body, a shameful thrill that twisted her stomach with guilt.
"I want to die," Kim whispered, tears streaking down her face. "I ruined my life and yours because I'm a dumb lesbian slut that loves being creampied by her own mother." The words tasted like poison on her tongue, each syllable a confession of her own depravity. She buried her face deeper into Ann's chest, her fingers clutching at the fabric of her mother's blouse like a drowning woman grasping at a lifeline.
Her fingers tightened in Kim's hair, her breath hitching at the raw confession, the way her daughter's voice trembled with shame and self-loathing. The scent of Kim's tears was thick in the air, the way her body trembled against her, the way her fingers clenched in the fabric of her blouse.
"Well, you dying is, obviously, out of the question," Ann chuckled darkly, tightening her grip on Kim. "And you didn't ruin anything, your life nor mine. In fact, you made mine better."
Ann's voice was a soft whisper, her fingers gently brushing away the tears from Kim's cheeks. The younger woman sniffled, her tearful green eyes finding her mother's, searching for any hint of deception. "R...really?" she whispered, her voice trembling with disbelief. "Really," Ann nodded, her smile warm and genuine. "The last months have been the best in my life. I loved you a lot already, Kimmi-cub, but I feel like I love you even more now."
Kim's breath hitched, her fingers tightening in the fabric of her mother's blouse as she processed the words. The weight of Ann's confession settled over her, a strange mix of relief and lingering guilt twisting in her stomach. She had spent so much time fearing her mother's rejection, dreading the moment Ann would look at her with disgust, but instead, here she was—holding her, comforting her, *loving* her.
The realization sent a fresh wave of tears down Kim's cheeks, her fingers tightening in the fabric of Ann's blouse as she buried her face deeper into her mother's chest. The scent of her—warm and familiar, like home—was almost enough to make her forget the storm of emotions raging inside her.
"Still... "Ann kept going. "What we've been doing is still illegal. And wrong. And unfair to James." Ann sighed, her shoulders slumping. "You're young, and taking care of a baby at your age could really mess up your life. Do you... want to have an abortion?"
The words hung in the air between them, heavy and suffocating. Kim's breath hitched, her fingers freezing mid-clench in the fabric of her mother's blouse. The word *abortion* echoed in her skull, cold and clinical, a stark contrast to the warmth of Ann's embrace.
Kim's hands went to her belly, still flat, where soon a big, pregnant globe would hide her six-pack. "I don't..." A shaky breath, a sigh. "No. I don't want to abort this baby. It's not its fault if I'm an incestuous slut."
Ann's fingers stilled in Kim's hair, her breath catching at the raw confession. The younger woman's voice was steady, but her fingers trembled against her own stomach, as if already cradling the life growing inside her. The living room was silent except for the distant hum of traffic outside, the golden afternoon light casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. Ann's heart pounded in her chest, the weight of Kim's words pressing down on her like a physical force.
"You're sure?" Ann asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper. The question hung in the air between them, heavy with unspoken fears and doubts.
Kim lifted her gaze, searching for her mother's eyes, her voice trembling with vulnerability. "Will you still love me when I'll be a fat, pregnant whale?" The words felt heavy in her mouth, each syllable a weight she wasn't sure she could bear.
Kim's fingers trembled against her mother's waist, her breath hitching as she waited for Ann's response. The scent of her mother's perfume—warm, floral, like home—filled her senses, grounding her in the moment.
"Oh, Kimmi-cub. I'll love you more," Ann smiled, leaning forward to kiss Kim right on the lips. A tender, loving kiss, and the first one initiated by her and not stolen by her daughter. "You know, I always wanted more children, but James didn't. I guess I just had to take the matters in my own hands."
Ann's voice was soft, her fingers still stroking the back of Kim's head as she spoke. The younger woman giggled, the weight of her despair lifting from her shoulders a bit. "You'll be a daddy and a grandma at the same time, Mommy." The words tumbled out of her mouth, a mix of nervous laughter and disbelief. The absurdity of the situation hit her all at once, and for a moment, she couldn't help but laugh. The sound was light, almost childlike, and it filled the room with a strange, fragile warmth.
Ann's lips curved into a smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she looked down at her daughter. "I suppose I will," she murmured, her voice tinged with amusement. "But you know what?
If someone could do it, that's you, Kim. You're the most talented and driven young woman I've ever met," Ann smiled, her fingers carding through Kim's fiery curls with a tenderness that made her throat tighten. "You'll be an amazing mother and an even better big sister."
Ann's voice was warm, her fingers still tangled in Kim's hair as she spoke. The younger woman sighed, smiling as she nestled her nose into the crook of her mother's neck, inhaling deeply of her scent.
Kim's soft smile turned into a grin, one of her hands searching for her mother's crotch to grab the huge bulge in the fabric. "Wanna fuck to celebrate?"
Ann laughed.
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Shego was lounging lazily in her bedroom, filing her nails, when her phone rang, Kim's face popping up on the screen. A sly smile as she picked up. "Hey, princess. What's up?"
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Dr. Drakken, in his lab, was ready for the final step in his experiment. Once he combined the reagents, he would be unstoppable! That pesky redhead would get what was coming for her! He tipped the two vials, ready, when Shego's screech resonated through the lair, shattering the glass.
"YOU... ARE... WHAT?!"