This cannot be happening, I can’t be this fortunate.

“Hello,” I answered the ringing phone. It was 9:10 in the evening, a little late for the telemarketers. I was sitting in a T-shirt and my boxer shorts watching a college basketball game. The damned NBA still hadn’t gotten their act together so it was Davidson verses St. Johns, who the fuck is Davidson?

“Oh hi Annie, what’s up?” I asked my sister.

“Andy will you come over please, I need to talk to someone,” she sniffled, she’d been crying, that was evident from her voice.

“Sure, I’ll be there in thirty minutes, what’s the matter?” I asked.

“Just come, please,” there was a plea in her tone.

“OK Princess, I’ll be there,” I said as we ended the call.

She’d been Princess to me as long as I could remember. Annie is the prettiest, sweetest girl I’ve ever met. I’m twenty-seven, Annie’s twenty-five, she’d do anything for me and I for her, although I was Big Brother it was I who was honored to have her as my sibling and I loved her with all my heart; now she was in pain.

I was into a pair of jeans and sneakers and out the door within two minutes.

I was picturing my sister as I drove. She’s tall, 5’10” with long blonde hair that falls nearly to her waist. She wears it over her shoulders, cascading down over her breasts, wreathing her face. It gives her an angelic appearance, fitting I think, for she truly is angelic.

Annie was waiting at the front door when I got there. Although we frequently spoke on the phone or texted each other it had been several months since I’d seen her; the change was dramatic. Annie’s pregnant and the difference between a couple of months and seven months came as a bit of a shock to me. Her beautiful hair was pulled back into a ponytail for ease of maintenance; her magnificent breasts had nearly doubled in size and sagged under their heavy weight and her tummy, well, her tummy was extravagant to say the very least.

Annie’s hips were boyishly narrow; she was built like a fashion model. Not now: as I followed her into the house and could view her from behind and she was voluptuous, her hips widely flared, her bottom broad, her cheeks soft lush melons; I approved.

She was wearing a man’s long sleeved white shirt and her underwear, nothing else; she was barefooted. She waddled toward the kitchen asking over her shoulder if I’d like something to drink.

“No, nothing to drink, thanks,” I replied, “What I want is to hear what’s the matter.”

She’d only gotten as far as the dining room table; she stopped, rested her hands on it and raspily sobbed, “Rollie’s left me for another woman.”

I came up behind her, rested my hands on her shoulders and asked, “What happened?”

“What happened, I got pregnant, that’s what happened; oh Andy it’s been horrible.”

She seemed most comfortable looking away from me, talking into space as she told me what had occurred.

Annie and Rollie had been married three years. During that time she had used an IUD as their method of birth control. She and Rollie had discussed children; she wanted to start a family he wanted to delay until some nebulous future date, they’d had some heated discussions on the subject so, when Annie became pregnant Rollie believed it was intentional.

What had happened? She wasn’t positive but when she’d missed her period she’d visited her gynecologist. What he found was that her IUD had become displaced. Annie used tampons during menstruation; he speculated the IUD was moved when a tampon had been inserted. Whatever the reason, she became pregnant.

Annie had waited until nearly bedtime to talk to Rollie, they were both dressed for bed but were having a cocktail in the living room when she explained what had happened. She expected him to be upset but never anticipated the vehemence he spewed at her.

“You scheming fucking slut, God damned bitch, this was on purpose, you just couldn’t wait could you? You just couldn’t wait.”

Annie tried to explain, it was an accident, she hadn’t meant to get pregnant; but he wouldn’t listen, wouldn’t hear; he just continued with his tirade.

She hadn’t been afraid as he ranted. She thought he’d burn out and they could have an honest and serious discussion but then his tone changed.

She was sitting on the sofa, Rollie had gotten up and was pacing as he shouted then he walked to her and grabbed her arm.

“Rollie, you’re hurting me,” she said.

“Hurting you, hurting you, you don’t know hurting…but you will, I promise,” he hissed. “You’re going to get fat and ugly, tits like a cow and an ass like a pig but until you do I’m gonna tear your pretty little pussy up,” as he jerked her to her feet and drug her to the bedroom.

Rollie pushed her over backwards on the mattress then followed her down. He ripped her nightie off and mauled her breasts then tore her panties from her, forced her legs apart and took her.

Annie was dry when he penetrated her, she screamed out in pain.

“That’s right, scream for me bitch,” he taunted as he drove into her, pounding her tearing at her, her screams and sobs music to his ears.

When he finally was ready to cum he pulled out.

“You got my cum for the fuckin’ kid, I’m not giving you anymore,” as he shot onto her belly.

When Rollie climbed off Annie started to get up to go into the bathroom; he stopped her.

“Back down, you’re not going anywhere.”

“Rollie, I need to clean up and I have to pee,” she told him.

“New rules Annie, new rules. Once you’re in bed you stay in bed. I want my cum to dry on you, so get comfortable baby, you’re down for the night and, by the way, if I were you I’d just dress in a robe from now on when you’re home or it’ll get expensive buying new nighties every time I tear them off.”

Annie curled up in the fetal position, her back to Rollie; he rubbed her taut tight bottom,

“Be a shame when this looks like a pig’s,” he taunted

It became the worst night of her life. She lay sleepless, a burning, stinging ache in her vagina, an even greater pain from her woefully full bladder. Around two o’clock Annie couldn’t hold it any longer, she gathered up the remnants of her shredded nightie and panties, wadded them up and put them between her legs hoping they would catch her urine and just let go.

The next night was a replay except she’d sensibly voided her bladder before Rollie could drag her to bed. She had put on a nightgown hoping that he’d just lift it to take her.