All Chapters of Pregnant With My Stepbrother’s Child: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

DAVEI watched her with desire, with her moans growing louder as she moved with me, her soft, round butt bouncing rhythmically with my gentle thrust. Her body seemed to respond instinctively, pulling me deeper into her warmth as the connection between us intensified.“How does it feel, Evie?” I murmured, my hands gripping her soft hips before sliding to squeeze her inviting butt.Her voice was breathy, almost trembling. “Oh my God, it feels incredible. I never thought it’d be this good,” she admitted, her words laced with surprise and surrender.“See? I told you,” I replied, pulling out before jerking in deeper, my movements gaining passion.Her cries grew louder, her fingers clutching the sheets as if anchoring herself against the overwhelming sensation. She screamed my name, her body trembling under the pleasure, while I watched her, captivated by every one of her cries.I am sure she can't take half of my fat twelve inches cock, if she ever tried, she’d land in the hospital for moa

EVELYNOne year laterDave and I shared a bond that went beyond what most couples experience. Every day with him was a dance of passion and intimacy, a connection so that felt as though nothing else mattered. We indulged in each other in ways that defied the ordinary, finding solace and ecstasy in every moment we spent together.That afternoon, I lay on his chest, my bare skin brushing against his warmth. The cool breath of his nose kissed my exposed breasts, with his hand cupping one of my boobs, shielding me from the world. His steady heartbeat beneath my ear was a melody I never wanted to stop hearing.“Evelyn!” My dad’s voice startled me, breaking the tranquil silence.“Yes, Daddy, I’m coming!” I called back, running to grab the tank top lying next to Dave. I slipped it on hastily, my hands trembling as I adjusted it.I walked to the door, pulling the fabric down properly to make myself presentable. Dad stood there, his expression unreadable but calm.“Let’s go to my study, angel,

EVELYNHow he somehow knew about the private conversation Dad and I had still baffled me. I hadn’t seen or heard anything that suggested he was eavesdropping, yet he knew every word. The thought made my stomach churn. How much had he heard? Did he know the full truth? My mind raced as I tried to piece it together.I stood in front of my dressing mirror, staring at my reflection. My fingers gently traced the faint red imprint on my cheek from the two slaps he had given me earlier. My skin felt tender, but the pain was nothing compared to the fear that gripped my chest. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I forced them back. I hated feeling powerless, yet here I was, consumed by dread over what he might do next. Despite my fear, the guilt over lying to him gnawed at me. I only did it to protect Dad, to save him from losing everything. I told myself that repeatedly, as though it might somehow lessen my anxiety.An idea sparked in my mind. If I locked my door, he wouldn’t be able to come in.

EVELYNI sat on the side of my bed, gazing at the shards of shattered glass that were scattered near the window. The rough shards sparkled softly in the dim light in my room. Even though the silence in my heart was deep, it didn't completely escape interruptions. The sound of footfall outside my door. A sluggish and relentless pace, pounding against my ears. It was Dave. Though he had been knocking for what felt like forever, but I chose not to open the door.He was the last person I wanted to see, the very thought of him making my skin crawl. I clenched my fists, resisting the urge to scream for him to leave. He wouldn’t. Dave never did anything unless it was on his terms and I knew that better than anyone.A knock on the door finally came, softer this time. For a moment, I thought it was him again, but the voice that followed made my chest tighten.“Angel,” Dad called gently.I hesitated but finally got up to let him in. As soon as he stepped inside, guilt enveloped around him in wa

EVELYNAnother day to plaster on a fake smile and pretend everything was fine. As I stared at the school gate, if I had known how exhausting it would be, maybe I would’ve just stayed back at home, pulled the blankets over my head, and let the world move on without me for a day. Skipping school sounded tempting, but that would only draw questions I wasn’t ready to answer. So here I was, heading down the jam-packed hallways, hoping no one noticed the cracks in my act, but I failed at being an actress.“Evelyn! Evelyn!!” Trina’s voice rang out, cutting through the noise. My heart sank the moment I heard her.She rushed up to me, her curly hair bouncing after her as she did so, and a smile that grew across her face. Not only was Trina my best friend, but she was also the one person who had never failed to be there for me, without any questions being asked or judgments being passed. She is the kind of person who you could communicate anything or nothing at all, and she would still understa