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 Seeds by DarkMpreg
Summary:
Fifteen year old Nate impregnates his seven year old brother and find

their lives in the hands of a handsome, sadistic stranger.

   Mpreg, preg, pregnant, incest, young, gay, infanticide, feticide, birth,
death, rape

   ONE Oh Brother

   I knocked up my brother when he was seven.  I was fifteen, newly
enthralled by the powers of my own cock, unable to resist the lure of my
handsome little shit-stain brother.  Our mother was furious when she found
out, but she had no idea that I was the father of Billy's baby, and I made
sure Billy was too afraid to tell her.  I think she thought one of her
customers had done it when she was stoned out of her mind -- one of the
greasy men that paid to fuck her all night.  There were a lot of those
coming around.  Sometimes they would pay Mom so they could fuck me, but she
never let them touch Billy; still too young, she said.  Me, on the other
hand ...  well, I learned to like it, and I liked giving myself abortions.
Especially when my gut was round and I could feel the little piece of meat
kicking in there as I plunged a coat-hanger through its tiny brain.

   Mom was pregnant a lot, too.  She's the one who showed me how to safely
abort a fetus without injuring myself too badly.  She said she was keeping
this one though.  She was nine months gone, as huge as you can imagine, and
ready to pop any day now.  Even still the johns pulled up on the property
with their wads of cash and their wads of cum.  They'd disappear in the
backroom and I'd masturbate to the sounds of their fucking.  I imagined the
little baby bouncing in her belly as their cocks plunged inches from its
face, preparing to give my unborn brother or sister a cum bath.

   One day, I got tired of masturbating to the noise.  I needed more. 
That's when Billy walked in my room as I stroked myself, catching me
red-handed with my engorged cock in-hand.  I closed the door behind him and
pushed him onto the bed, stomach first, and lifted his hips into the air
and pulled down his pants.  At first he thought I was just wrestling him
for fun as we sometimes did, but when I gagged him with an old sock he
began to cry.  Across the house I could hear Mom's moans of pleasure, her
screams of ecstasy and joy and pain -- sounds that fueled my passion.  I
raped Billy three times that night and when I was done I choked him against
the wall and threatened to slice his tongue out if he said anything about
it to anyone.  I think that was the day I got him pregnant.

   After that first time with Billy, it became all I could think about. 
His seven year old little hole was tighter than a Chinese finger trap,
exquisite beyond belief.  Every time Mom had company, I'd force Billy onto
my bed and fuck him into oblivion.  Sometimes, when I was feeling bold, I'd
fuck him on the couch in the living room, knowing that at any moment Mom
could walk in on us.

   One day when I had Billy bent over on the couch, Mom's customer ended
early and he walked out into the living space and caught us.  He stopped,
winked, then held a finger to his lips.  He left without saying a word, and
I finished quickly and helped Billy pull on his whity-tighties just as Mom
walked out of the backroom wiping her swollen vagina with a dirty rag.  She
was holding her stomach and grimacing.

   "You all right, Momma?" I asked in my throaty, teenage crackle.

   "Contractions are starting," she said, waddling to the kitchen and
filling a plastic cup with tap water.  She brought the brownish liquid to
her mouth and drank before turning to look at us.  "What you boys been
doing?" "Watching TV," I answered, leaning back into the couch and pulling
Billy in close to my naked chest as I wrapped my arm around him.  We were
always close.  Mom just didn't know how close we had truly gotten.

   "Well, I have two more clients showing up today," she said, heading back
toward her room.  "This baby better hold off so I can make some money."

   "Let me know if you need anything," I said.

   "I will, honey, thanks."

   Her door closed behind her.

   With Billy on top of me, I reached with one hand and pulled my athletic
shorts down past my nutsack; my cock stood straight up, ready for action
again.  "Suck me," I commanded my little brother.

   His warm mouth wrapped around my shaft and within a few minutes I was
making him swallow my load.  I think he was beginning to like the taste.

   As it turned out, Mom gave birth just as the third customer was
finishing up late that night.  The man was tall and toned with short black
hair.  He was one of the more attractive customers Mom had.  Most of them
were fat slobs, or greased up bikers or truckers.  This one seemed richer
than the others, more upstanding, respectable.  He had a nice musculature
and a BMW.  Aaron was his name, and he liked boys, too.

   But he was a sadist.  He was just as fucked up as I was.  Even more so.

   While my mom labored, Aaron fucked her until he was bashing the baby's
head in with his cock, and when the baby's head was all the way out, he
pushed his meat into the baby's mouth.  Mom was screaming, and that's when
I walked in and saw all of this.  It was a bloody mess.  I had an instant
boner tenting my shorts.  If the baby was alive in the womb, it wasn't
anymore.  Aaron pulled the baby out -- a girl -- and began fucking her. 
Mom was too exhausted to fight it.

   "That's extra," she said tiredly to the man.

   The baby was a pulp of flesh when Aaron was done with it.  So much for
having a new little sibling.  It was a shame; I was looking forward to
having a new plaything around here.

   Aaron, as he stood there naked amidst the wreckage of blood and guts and
placenta, seemed as a god.  He was covered in amniotic fluid and crimson
blood and pussy juice and cum, laughing as his huge erection stood
perfectly straight in the air.  He dressed, paid extra, and patted my cheek
as he left.  "I'm gonna fuck this one next time," he said to my mom in
parting.

   I wiped the juices from my face with my hand and stared at it.

   A grin spread across my face.

   I helped Mom clean up and even offered to put the baby in the blender
this time, but Mom told me she would deal with it.  Later, I watched her
pour the blender container into the toilet and flush.  She taught me a long
time ago that it was the only way to dispose of a baby without the
authorities unearthing it sometime down the road.  She kissed my forehead,
pressed a twenty dollar bill in my hand and sent me and Billy to the store
to buy a new blender.

   Jump ahead a few months when Billy's belly was starting to sprout.  At
first it was a tiny thing, like baby fat that some seven year olds still
have, but rounder, fuller, and more extended.  I wondered if I had really
knocked him up, I mean, he was only seven.  Seven year olds can't get
pregnant, can they?  When we cuddled on the couch I would lay my hand
across it so that my palm and fingers spanned the size of Billy's entire
tummy.  I pressed on it a little which made Billy giggle, but I thought I
could feel something in there like a little knot.

   The bump got bigger over the next month and the month after that.  I
couldn't believe it.  I knocked up my seven year old brother!  I admired
what my seed had wrought.  That poor little boy's body was dominated by the
beastly-sized belly, anointed at its zenith by a huge outie.  Oh my God it
was huge, like a third nipple.  Every past pregnancy had given me an outie,
too, and mine was permanent now thanks to my last pregnancy late this past
year.  I loved the feeling of being pregnant.  Of having a helpless baby
writhing inside me as I slap my dick across my gut, disturbing its peace
and quiet.  Hopefully some day soon a customer would pay to fuck me again
and leave me with another fetus to abort.

   Mother, on the other hand, was furious that some john had knocked up her
youngest.  I said it could have been a number of her customers, especially
during long nights when I was sleeping and Billy was alone in his room. 
One of the clients could have easily slipped in and left their mark.

   When Billy found out there was a baby in his belly, the first thing he
asked was if Mom was gonna put it in the blender when it was born.  I told
him that if he continued keeping our secret that I wouldn't put it in the
blender, and after that I never had to worry about him breaking our tryst.

   I continued fucking him any chance I got of course, especially now that
I knew I had put a baby in him.  I loved making him bounce on my cock while
he faced me so that I could see and touch his belly.  The meat-sack inside
him bounced all the while.  I could even see it sometimes, a foot or a head
or some other body part sticking out and moving with every thrust.  At
night, Billy took to sleeping in my bed.  Mom thought it was cute that Big
Bro was looking after his vulnerable Little Bro.  We'd spoon all night long
with my cock engorged in his ass and my hand wrapped around my brother-son
or daughter as it wriggled in the womb.  I was going to be an uncle-father.
I loved it.

   In Billy's sixth month of pregnancy, Aaron returned.  I was excited to
see him again.  In him there was a darkness that I was drawn to, like a
demon drawn to darker flame.  And he made good on his promise, too.  He
brought extra cash so that he could fuck both me and Mom.  He brought over
a six pack of Budweiser and he let me have one after he was done banging
Mom.

   He sat in his boxer briefs next to me.  "I liked your mom better when
she was pregnant," he said after a gulp of beer.

   I was fascinated by everything he said.  I hung on every word.  "Why?"

   Aaron half-grinned.  "Cause I know there's a baby inches from my dick.
When I splooge inside a pregnant bitch, I like to imagine my load bathing
the baby in the womb.  And if you splooge down a pregnant bitch's throat,
the baby eats it through the umbilical cord.  Pretty hot, huh?"

   "Yeah," I panted, my dick tenting my shorts.  The beer was bitter.  I
didn't like Budweiser much.  I was fifteen but I already had preferences.
"Really hot."

   Aaron smirked at my cock.  "What's your name, kid?"

   "Nate."

   "Well, Nate, your mom mentioned your little brother's pregnant." There
was a dark glint in his eyes.  "She thinks I did it."

   "Oh?"

   "Where is he?" he asked.  "I've never seen a pregnant seven year old
before.  I bet his belly is something to marvel at.  I always wanted to
fuck a pregnant kid, especially one so young.  Too bad your mom told me not
to go near him."

   My cock threatened to burst from their restraints.

   Aaron chuckled.  "Well, well." He reached over and pushed his hands down
my shorts and groped my shaft.  "I think I know who knocked up your little
brother.  Tsk, tsk, sneaky, sneaky...."

   He removed his hand from my length and reached up and tousled my hair.
"You're a handsome young man, Nate, you know that?"

   I shook my head and wetted my lips.

   "Do you think I'm handsome, too, Nate?"

   I nodded, glancing over Nate's toned form.  I could practically feel his
heat pressing against my skin.

   "If I fuck you nice and hard, will you let me fuck your little brother?"
He looked over his shoulder toward Mom's room.  She must've been sleeping.
"It'll be our little secret."

   There was only one answer I wanted to give: "Okay, sure."

   He fucked me on the couch hard enough to make me cum three times.  I had
never been pounded so hard in my life, and I had taken a quite a few dicks
in my time.  I secretly hoped his seed would find its way into my belly.  I
wanted to have this man's baby.  I wanted him to fuck me like he fucked my
mom when she was pregnant.  I wanted him to fuck our baby just like he did
my dead baby sister.  The pain was unreal, and the pleasure divine.  I held
my empty stomach as he thrusted deep into me and felt his cock tunneling
beneath my skin, bulging my innards like some alien invader.  Blood and
semen spilled out of me when he was finished.  I flopped on the couch
afterwards, watching Aaron wipe the sweat from his forehead and pull his
briefs back up over his half-mast twelve inches.  I can't believe I had
taken all of its magnificent length.  I was proud of myself.

   Aaron looked down at me.  "So?  Where is he?"

   "Sleeping," I said, then got up on shaky knees and opened the door to my
room.  Aaron followed close behind.  I felt honored to lead this man into
my room and show him my little brother whom I knocked up.

   We stood over my bed and I gently pulled the covers from Billy's young
body, revealing his impressive pregnancy.

   "Wow," Aaron whispered, then elbowed my ribs playfully.  "You knocked
him up good, kid."

   I blushed in the darkness.  "Thanks."

   I woke Billy up and told him what Aaron wanted.  At first he protested,
but I reminded him that if he didn't do as we wanted I would throw our baby
in the blender.  He shut up real quick and Aaron crawled on top of the
seven year old, making the child seem so tiny in comparison.  At first, the
man played with Billy's belly, moving it around between his hands to feel
for the baby.  His prodding was rewarded with a flurry of kicks, jabs, and
somersaults that could be seen clear as day in the moonlight streaming from
the window.  He laughed and pressed down on Billy's tummy with a fist,
making my unborn child do flips.

   "I love fucking with babies still in the womb," said Aaron.  "They're so
vulnerable in there.  At the mercy of my good will." God, this man was
perfect.  He thought in the same way I did.  He slapped Billy's rear end,
making him jump suddenly, and parted his legs and hiked them up into a
frog-like position, giving Aaron full access to his tiny ass.  The boy's
pregnant belly rose up between them like an overinflated balloon while his
tiny cocklet hung inert beneath it.

   Aaron's cock was larger than mine in both width and length, so when he
entered Billy all at once I was forced to grab a sock to gag him with, but
Aaron told me there was no need for it.

   "But my mom will hear...." I said.

   But Aaron waved a dismissive hand.  "Don't worry about that," he said,
then plunged further in as Billy screamed at the top of his lungs.

   My body turned hot.  There was no way Mom didn't hear that.  She would
be flying in here any minute.  I started stuffing the sock into Billy's
mouth but Aaron swatted my hand away and pointed a long finger in my face.
His eyes turned into cold, black stones.

   "I said no," he snapped.  I recoiled from the tone in his voice.  "Trust
me, all right?"

   I reluctantly nodded and stepped back while Aaron managed to fit half of
his length into poor Billy's rectum.  He attempted to go further but I
could tell he wasn't making any more progress.  I knew firsthand how Billy
bottomed out pretty quickly now that he was pregnant.

   Each time Aaron's cock rammed up against the inner wall of Billy's
cervix, the boy would jerk and scream as his body spasmed.  All the while
Aaron kept both of his palms moving around my little brother's round
pregnancy.  Sometimes a hand or a foot or something would emerge from
within the fleshy globe as Aaron bucked Billy back and forth on his back.
My child was far more active when Billy lay on his back than any other
time, and Aaron was getting to see the full display of baby movement.

   I stroked myself as I watched and struggled to contain myself.  Aaron
seemed to sense the nearness of my orgasm and commanded that I cum over my
brother's swollen stomach.  Aaron caressed my back and kissed one of my
nipples as I unleashed a stream of milky-white juice all over Billy's
belly.

   Aaron rubbed some of it all over Billy's tummy, but then commanded that
I feed the goopy substance to Billy.  "We have to make sure your kid grows
nice and big in there, right?" said Aaron, and I nodded, gladly taking the
opportunity to nourish my unborn child.  I had already been doing that
anyway long before Aaron showed up.

   Billy was moaning and panting and grunting and screaming, still. 
Briefly, I wondered where Mom was and why she hadn't stormed in on us yet,
but the thought passed like a fleeting breeze on a summer night, and I
focused on stuffing the last bit of seed off of Billy's stomach and into
his mouth.  By then, I was ready to dispense another load.  I would give
Billy a dose straight from the source this time.

   I stuck my dick in his mouth and moaned at the feeling of his tongue
swirling about my tender tip, and at the touch of Aaron's strong, masculine
hand as it rubbed circles around my teenaged abs.  I wondered if Aaron had
impregnated me tonight.  The thought of my stomach swelling up huge with
his babies sent me over the cliff and I gobbed down Billy's throat.  He
coughed and gagged but swallowed dutifully.

   Aaron was plowing my pregnant little brother mercilessly now, causing
Billy to cry even more.  His little frame -- and his bulging middle --
thrashed back and forth with the force of each powerful thrust.  With
adroit hands, Aaron turned Billy over doggy style so that his pendulous gut
hung beneath him, and Aaron reached under to collect his belly with both
hands as he fucked Billy into the mattress.

   I could never last more than thirty minutes a time, not with all my
hormones and shit.  But Aaron seemingly could go on forever.  He finally
finished after an hour, spending his seed deep in the bowels of my kid
brother.

   He gave my unborn baby a love-tap and stepped out of the room, naked as
rain.  I followed him out and joined him in the kitchen.  He leaned on the
counter next to the blender, cracked open a beer, then cracked one for me
too.  He was doused in sweat.  So was I.

   "We gotta figure out what to do about your mom," he said after a long
silence.

   "What do you mean?"

   "I mean, what to do with her," he said, then looked over toward her
room. Her door was closed.  Then, after a moment, he looked back at me. 
There was something cold in those black eyes of his; a lurking menace.  I
remembered seeing him in my mother's room covered in birthing fluids,
mucus, and blood, and how he laughed after fucking my newborn sister to
death.

   I realized suddenly exactly what he meant.

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