Pregnant By My Sister's Boyfriend

I refolded the sheet for the fifth time without looking at its content. Did I really want to know? Well, I had to sooner or later, but later meant having less time to decide what to do with it, less time to think of a suitable way to break it down to my family, but more time to enjoy my life as a normal, teenage girl - if that was even possible… I took a deep breath, 'it might not even be true,’ I comforted myself as I unfolded the paper once again. All of my hopes shattered, my breath suddenly got stuck in my lungs, everything I had ever planned for didn't matter anymore. I couldn't believe it, but there it was in black and white; positive. I was pregnant.

I should probably tell you more about myself first; my name is Scarlett, I'm just another ordinary girl who lives in an ordinary house with an ordinary, small family. I only have one sister - my twin; Stacey. Stacey and I are complete opposites, regardless of our identical looks, especially when it comes to love; I believe in true love and feeling that spark when I finally meet my one, whereas Stacey believes in creating that spark, so one thing she has that I don’t; a boyfriend who loves her deeply; Kyle. But one thing I now have that she doesn’t; his child growing inside of me.

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It all started with a stupid party that I didn't even want to attend. My parents made it pretty clear that they didn’t want us to attend that particular party; they were against parties in the middle of the night that didn't involve any parental supervision and I completely agreed with them on that one. I had a really bad feeling about going to that party and I was in too bad of a mood to even try to enjoy myself; I don't even remember how Stacey got me into that skin-tight, short, black dress and convinced me to sneak out with her. It wasn't the first time she did so, so – following her lead - it went smoothly; Kyle waited for us two blocks away, we climbed down the tree right next to her window after our parents fell asleep and left.

Less than two hours into the party, almost everybody was drunk - including Stacey and Kyle, but I had always been a good girl; I never drank or smoked or anything like that, so I definitely didn't see myself losing my virginity that night.

"Hey sexy," He whispered into my ear as he wrapped his arms tightly around my waist from behind. My heart instantly went into an overdrive upon the unfamiliar approach; I wasn't used to that; Stacey and I happened to have the same body, but guys usually went for her because they knew that they weren't getting anything from me, especially not that guy.

"I'm not Stacey." I informed him as I gently pushed my body away from his – assuming that his drunken state had him confusing between the two of us.

Turning around to face him, I was momentarily stunned with the way his eyes were scanning my body from head to toe. The way he looked at me was just so...Tempting? What was I saying? He was my sister's boyfriend; my twin sister's boyfriend! But before I could snap myself out of it, he took a step closer and re-tightened his arms around my waist, leaving hardly any space between our bodies as he pulled me into his muscular chest. He looked straight into my eyes and I couldn't recall ever looking into his own for so long before. They were beautiful; a dark shade of royal blue; so pure - like the color of the sea on a summer’s day - unlike their gaze. His eyes continued to scan whatever was still visible from my body with our unnecessary proximity, going back and forth between my eyes and lips, pausing the longest at the upper part of my revealing dress. I was about to object when his fingertips brushed my cheek, moving a stray of my hair out of the way. I don't know if it had anything to do with him or if it was just the fact that I was never approached in that way before, but I loved the feeling of his skin against mine. My heart started beating faster - making it a bit harder for me to concentrate on what was going on as he finally closed the distance between us, his lips soft yet fierce against mine.

I felt his smirk on my neck when he knew he had me, but I liked it. I could've stopped him when he pushed me into that room, I could've stopped him when his hands found my dress's zipper, I could've stopped him when he placed me on that bed, but I didn't. And that was the biggest mistake of my life...