Mitch did a double take as he looked over his younger sister. She looked to have fully filled out since the last time he saw her – with larger, heavier breasts, wider hips and a larger ass – which was strange since he had seen her a few hours before.
But what really threw Mitch for a loop was her abdomen. Normally flat, it bulged distinctly under the t-shirt, as if she were four or five months pregnant. Which also was impossible, since one does not go from “not pregnant” to “pregnant” in a few hours.
However, as he looked her over, he noticed the shirt read “Sexy Belly” and his conversation with Jim suddenly hit home.
“Oh shit,” he said. “The shirt made you pregnant.”
Rae rolled her eyes. “That supposed to be funny asshole? It’s hard enough now that Kyle dumped me, but now you’ve got to make fun of the fact he’s saying he didn’t get me pregnant?”
“No… that’s not what I meant,” Mitch said, unable to hide his surprise that his sister not only seemed to not be fazed by the shirt, but also that apparently she now had a boyfriend, or used to have, that had caused this.
“What did you mean then?” Rae demanded.
“I… uh…” Mitch stammered.
He was drawing a blank. It didn’t help matters that, as he stared at her, he couldn’t help but sneak peaks at her bulge. Mitch wasn’t really into pregnancy as a fetish before, but there was something about Rae’s distinct, growing belly that was… well sexy.
“Shit… the shirt,” he blurted out.
“What is wrong with you?” Rae said. “And why do you keep looking at me like that?”
Mitch had no desire to tell his sister he was checking her out – even if it was because of the shirt, she’d never believe him anyway – so he tried to think of something fast.
“You’re just… changing so much,” Mitch said. “It’s really something.”
“You mean I’m getting fat,” Rae said as she frowned. “I know. I can see everything on me getting bigger. It sucks.”
“No, I think you’re beautiful,” Mitch said. “Pregnancy looks good on you.”
“Yeah, right,” Rae said. “You’re just trying to be nice. I’m a big fat cow and it sucks.”
Mitch tried to console her but she pushed him away.
“I don’t want a hug,” she said. “I don’t want to be touched.”
She stormed away, with Mitch shrugging. Wasn’t much he could do for her – well maybe he could, if he could find a shirt that could erase the pregnancy.
Sat Oct 01 01:35:34 2016