naughty!

sometimes when we were alone he'd play wrestle with me and end up humping me like a dog until he came in his underwear. of course, at the time i didn't understand what was happening, i thought it was just a weird "boy thing" he had started doing

then one night like any other he was tossing and turning, until suddenly he started hugging me under the covers, and then started humping me just like when we played

i didn't understand why he removed my panties until i felt his hard cock push inside my pussy. he was still pretty small, but so was i and it took my breath away. it only lasted a moment, the bed quietly shook in the dark as he thrusted into me, his breath hot on the back of my neck, and then he went stiff and i felt warm and wet inside

we went to sleep without any words exchanged, and i didn't wonder too much about it, it hadn't hurt nor felt wrong, i didn't know it was taboo

and so almost every night he would fuck me just like that, sloppy and quiet in the dark, just a minute or two before we went to sleep

it only lasted for a couple of months before i started feeling... weird. sore and tired, nausea.

needless to say i was forced to have an abortion and my brother was moved to a different room. our parents never confronted us, though looking back at that i'm sure they understood, and they didn't explain anything

it didn't end what we had going on, and soon enough he was back to sleeping in my bed, treating me like his fleshlight, dumping his loads in me without care

Maybe it's "play". Helping you with that desperation that comes over you when you're ovulating. A man you can trust, with his bare cock inside you when you're at your most vulnerable; someone who'll fuck you raw and then pull out, who'll give you everything you're craving except an unwanted pregnancy.

It'll be so sweet to see that look on your face, of fear surfacing through the bliss, as my cock starts to swell inside of you. To hear you gasp out the word that should stop everything, only for me to groan as I sink all the way into you and start to throb.

Spend enough time in breeding kink spaces and you'll keep hearing fragments of the same story, over and over again: "I was always super against the idea of having kids, until..."

Until she met her boyfriend. Until she stopped taking hormonal birth control. Until she got to her mid-twenties, or her late twenties, or her thirties. Until someone came in her for the first time. Until one of her friends got pregnant for the first time. Until someone got her pregnant.

The same story, over and over: I thought I knew what I wanted.

Isn't that perfect? So many girls who had their futures all planned out, until their bodies changed their minds. So many girls who hated the idea of being fucked into mommies, until one day they craved it.

No wonder that if you're a girl, people will laugh at you when you proudly declare you're child-free. No wonder that you can't get your tubes tied if you haven't had enough years to come around.

You may be certain, but it's a youthful certainty: as strong as any other, and just as fragile. Maybe you'll feel the same way in five or ten or fifteen years - sometimes women do - and maybe you won't. But everyone who's been around the block a few times will treat you like a willful child if you insist that you know what you'll want.

Yes, men cause pregnancies. No one is ever going to forget that. Not when girls are raped full of new life every day.

But pregnancy isn't, like the ancient Greeks thought, a man's seed shaping a baby out of raw material. In the end, the biological role men play in pregnancy is a single sperm cell, providing genetic information.

Everything after that is because your body wants it.

You can want it or not - it doesn't matter. That genetic information can come from the love of your life or a drunken hookup or a man who forced himself into you while you screamed.

But your body wants it. Your body has a plan to make you waddle and drip milk. It has a precisely choreographed series of hormonal signals that will make you the perfect incubator for whatever set of genes found your egg.

A single sperm cell. 23 chromosomes. That's all. All the rest - your womb expanding until your skin stretches to hold it, your breasts aching as they grow, your hips spreading to prepare you to give birth - was encoded in you from the day of your own conception.