The Butler Did It
From the very moment that she awoke, Chastity Case knew something was different and in the next instant, she knew exactly what it was. Oh my God, she thought. Oh my God. Oh my fucking God. She was pregnant. She was fucking pregnant. How the hell had she gotten pregnant?!
The last thing she remembered was going to the party at the Butlers house and she couldn’t shake herself of the feeling that somehow ... that somehow this ... had happened to her there.
Well if that was the case, there was only one thing to be done about it. She had to go over there and she had to find out which one of those boys had done this to her.
It was getting hard to get up and as Chastity looked at herself in the bathroom mirror, she had the feeling that that wasn’t the first time she’d had that thought. She stroked her hands over her belly. God, how far along was she? She was well past the “just starting to show” phase. God, her belly was so round. She actually liked stroking her tummy but how far along was she?
The number thirty popped into her head as she continued to stroke her belly. Okay, did that mean she was thirty weeks along though or was it just a guess or was thirty something else? She had no idea.
Yeah, she had no idea just like she had no idea who the hell had done this to her but damn it, she was going to find out.
She gave her belly one more playful pat. She wasn’t sure why she liked playing with her belly. She certainly hadn’t wanted to be pregnant but there was no getting over the fact that she was but if she was going to get to the bottom of just who the hell had done this to her, she was going to have to stop playing with her belly.
And even knowing that, it was still hard to do. Her hands just seemed to want to keep coming back to her belly and it felt good to stroke herself.
Her breasts were bigger, too. She’d discovered that in the shower. She’d never been exactly flat chested before but she’d always been pretty damned close. At first, it hadn’t bothered her at all but then when she realized her friends’ breasts were growing and hers still weren’t, it had kind of pissed her off.
“Give it some time,” her mom had told her. “They’ll come along in time.”
Only they hadn’t and Chastity had gotten sort of pissed off when she realized boys liked the girls with the big breasts but she’d since come to accept it. She was never going to have big breasts. Hers would always be the little perky breasts only that wasn’t the way they were now. They still weren’t big but they were bigger.
She stepped out of the shower and she went about the business of getting herself ready for the day. She wondered what she should wear. Heck, for that matter, what did pregnant women wear. Heck, for that matter, if she was as far along as she appeared to be, she should know and yet she had no idea.
She almost expected to find a closet full of maternity clothes when she got there but it seemed as if nothing in her wardrobe had changed. Only she’d changed it seemed. She held up a sheer top and she shook her head in dismay. Totally unusable, she clucked to herself, and yet ...
And yet what? She didn’t want to look fat.
She wasn’t fat, she shot back at herself. She was pregnant.
Well she didn’t want to look pregnant either.
Why the hell not? What was wrong with being pregnant? Being pregnant wasn’t a bad thing.
No, it wasn’t ... unless of course, you weren’t supposed to be pregnant. Then it was a bad thing. It was a really, really bad thing.
Chastity shook her head in frustration. That internal dialog hadn’t gone at all the way she’d thought it should go. She was twenty-one years old and while she intended to have a baby sometime, now was most definitely not THAT time. She wasn’t ready for this.
Maybe not but ready or not, it looked like it was going to happen and from the looks of things, it looked as if it was going to happen sooner rather than later.
Fine, Chastity sighed to herself. Fine. So she didn’t have the right maternity clothes to wear. That was just fine. She’d wear what she had. It wasn’t like she expected to be seen but if one of the Butler boys had done this to her, then he might as well see her like this so maybe he’d feel at least a little bit guilty for having done this to her.
She tried pulling on a pair of jeans but she quickly discarded those. Had her ass grown larger, too, she thought sarcastically. So now she had a fat ass. Geez, this just kept getting better and better, didn’t it?
Fine. She had some stretch pants not that that that was all that much better. On the plus side, at least they fit her. On the minus side, they made her as look even larger but hey, they fit, sort of, so fine, she’d put them on and she’d go over there and she’d do what needed to be done.
Hmm, and for the top, that should have been easier, the girl thought, only ...
Only the thought of wearing something tight, something that showed off her burgeoning belly, that should be so gross but ... but it wasn’t and the girl once more found herself stroking her belly. This was wrong, she told herself. This was so wrong and yet ...
Chastity grabbed a turquoise top. The way she always remembered it the top had been kind of loose on her but now the top was just so tight on her.
She was ready, she told herself. She was ready to go over to the Butler house.
The Butler brothers didn’t live all that far away from Chastity. Brock was the oldest of the four brothers. When the parents of the four brothers died, it was Brock that had kept the family together. They all still lived in the same house that they’d inherited from their parents. It was Brock who’d gone out and gotten a job and it was Brock who made sure the younger brothers all toed the line.
Brent Butler was next in line and as such, he looked up to his older brother. When Brock had gotten a job at a local construction company, Brent had decided right then and there that he was going to get a job there, too.
Bryce was the rebel of the group. Maybe he was just being rebellious for the sake of being rebellious or maybe he’d truly felt another calling but he hadn’t gone into the construction business like his brothers. He and some buddies had started a rock band while they were in high school and even after high school, they now played on weekends but what paid his bills was his job at an insurance company.
And then there was Brian. Even though he was the baby of the group, he was still a year older than Chastity. Still, it wasn’t like she didn’t know him. They’d gone to school together and even though she’d never had a class with him, she’d seen him around on campus and he’d seemed nice enough guy. The girls all seemed to like him and that was a good sign. From what she’d heard, she’d thought maybe Brian would go to college but in the end, he’d ended up getting a job at the same construction company where his older brothers worked.
So that was the Butlers and Chastity had the feeling that one of them had done this to her. The trick was to figure out which one of them had made her pregnant.
It was Brock who opened the door when Chastity knocked. “Can I help you?” he asked.
It was only then that Chastity realized the fallacy of her plan. Sure, she could go over to their house and sure she could knock on their door but knocking on someone’s door was a long ways away from finding out if that someone had gotten you pregnant. Still, she’d already come this far. She had to keep going. “I was hoping maybe you could,” she said quickly. “You see I was at a party here seven months ago and—”
“Did you say seven months ago?”
Chastity nodded.
“Okay. That’s what I thought you said. Go on.”
“I was wondering if maybe I could come inside.”
“Now why would you want to do that?”
“I, um, I, it’s kind of personal. Could I come in?”
Brock stood there in the doorway. Working for years at a construction worker had made him big and muscular and kind of hunky and Chastity couldn’t help but feel herself getting a little turned on but if it had been her intention to try and charge on past him, she knew there was no way that was going to happen. Finally though, Brock stepped aside. “Sure. You want to come inside. Be my guest.”
“Thanks.”
The house was pretty much as she remembered it except back before it had been set up for a party and now it wasn’t but despite the fact that there were four guys living here, someone (or was it some ones) kept the place pretty well tidied up.
“So what’d you want to talk about?” Brock asked.
“Um, the last time I came here, I wasn’t the way I am now.”
“Come again?”
“The last time it came here I wasn’t pregnant.”
“Okay?”
“I, um, I think someone here did it.”
“You think someone here did what?”
“I think someone at your party got me pregnant.”
“Okay but I still don’t see what that has to do with us.”
“You don’t understand,” Chastity tried again. “I think I got pregnant AT your party and I think it was one of you or your brothers that did it.”
“But you don’t know for sure?”
Chastity shook her head. “No, I don’t know,” she said. “I know it sounds weird—”
“No, no. It happens all the time. Women gets pregnant and she can’t remember who did it to her. No, that happens all the time.”
“You’re just making fun of me.”
“Well maybe I am but you have to understand how it sounds.”
“I’m not lying.”
“Of course you aren’t.” Brock was now looking at her belly. “How far along did you say you were. No wait. Seven months, right, hence the party. Did you know I think pregnant women are hot?”
“You do?” Chastity asked and at the same time she felt a surge of excitement. Why did that excite her that he found pregnant women hot?
And what made it even more exciting was the way he was looking at her. “I guess you better follow me then.”
Chastity followed the man inside looking around her as she did to see if anything in the house struck a chord with her. Nothing did but then maybe that wasn’t all that surprising if the only time she’d been in this house had been seven months ago and if when she’d been there, the house had been decorated up for a party.
Brock led her into a room where three other men were all watching a game on TV. Of the brothers, she only recognized Brian and he gave her a little wave. “You know her?” Brock asked his brother.
“Yeah, I think so. We went to school together. I think she was in the Junior class when I was a Senior.”
“This here is ... hey, I don’t even know your name.”
“It’s Chastity.”
“Guys, this here is Chastity and she’s got something she wants to tell us.”
Chastity took a deep breath. Not that long ago, this had seemed like the right thing to do but now she was having second thoughts. What if she was wrong, she asked herself.
And what if she wasn’t and besides, even if she was wrong, it was too late to turn back now. She took another breath and then she plunged in with what she had intended to say. “I was at a party here seven months ago and I got pregnant and I think it happened here and that it was one of you that did it.”
“Excuse me,” said Brent. “I’m not sure I heard you right. Did you say you think one of us got you pregnant?”
“Uh huh.”
“But you don’t know which one of us it was. How could that be? We may be brothers but we don’t look that much alike.”
Chastity nodded. “I know. It’s just ... it’s just that I have this feeling.”
Brent barked out a short life. “I hope you’ll pardon me for saying this,” he said, “but if you’re going to make an accusation like that, you’re going to have a little bit more than a feeling. Know what I mean?”
Chastity nodded glumly. “I know what you mean,” she said.
“Now, fellas,” Brock interjected and at the same time, he was pulling up her top to expose her tummy, “I think you’ve got it all wrong here. I mean you can’t tell me that you can look at this little, baby belly and not get some ideas.”
“It’s um, it’s not so little,” Bryce observed.
“You got a point there, little brother,” Brock said as he stroked Chastity’s tummy. “All the more reason to hear what she has to say.”
This was so wrong, Chastity kept trying to tell herself. It wasn’t supposed to be this way and yet ... mmm, and yet the way the four boys were staring at her tummy was totally making her so fucking hot.
“You know what I think,” Brock said. “I think we should give her a chance to get to know all of us a whole lot better.”
“What do you mean?” Brian asked.
“I think you know what I mean but in case you don’t, let me spell it out for you.”
If just for a moment, Chastity wondered if the other brothers were just as confused as she was but that was when she noticed that somewhere along the way, Brock had gotten his cock out and now he was offering it up to her and oh my, it was just nice and big and hard that Chastity knew she couldn’t wait to wrap her lips around that cock.
“See what I mean, boys. She’s eager to get with the program.”
It wasn’t so much that she wasn’t listening as it was that she wasn’t paying attention because she was quite frankly a whole lot more interested in sucking that cock.
“You see,” Brock moaned, “she’s um, she’s ... she’s just curious. She just wants to know who knocked her up.”
“She’s sucking your cock,” said Brian.
“Yes, she is, and now ... oh yeah ... fuck, now, she’s tasting my cum.”
Chastity couldn’t believe she was doing this but more than that, she couldn’t believe she was actually liked it. The only other boy whose cock she’d sucked was Bobby Rafferty’s and then it was only because she’d thought it was important to keep him as a boyfriend and well if it was going to come down to losing him as a boyfriend and if the choice was between letting him fuck her or sucking his cock, well she was a good girl and sucking a boy’s cock wasn’t exactly sex so why the heck not.
She’d discovered why not when Bobby Rafferty had cum in her mouth and she’d sworn to herself that she was never, ever going to let a boy do that to her again and yet here she was and remarkably, she was thinking that she wouldn’t mind doing it again but that’s when she realized that Brock was speaking to her again. “So you want to find out which one of us is your baby daddy. Well if that’s the case, I’ve got an idea. Why don’t we let you try each one of us out and you can see who’s the right fit but first ... first, we need to get you out of those clothes.”
“You want me to take my clothes off?”
“Yep.”
“Funny. I thought maybe you might want to take them off of me yourself.”
Brock leaned up against a cabinet as he looked at the girl. “I thought I might, too,” get said, “but for now, I think the four of us would like to see you strip for us.”
“You would, huh? You boys like pregnant girls?”
“Yeah, actually. Pregnant girls with nice, round bellies and big bottoms. Sound like anyone you know?”
“Sounds like someone I saw in the mirror just this morning.”
“It does, huh? Why don’t you show us but be sure and take it nice and slow. I think me and my brothers want to get a nice look at your body.”
Chastity knew this was wrong but she also knew how hot this was making her so instead of thinking about how wrong it was, she just decided to go with the flow. So he wanted her to go slow, did he. Well yeah, she could do that.
Her full, round tummy was already on display and she totally loved the way the guys were staring at her tummy but she now knew she wanted to show them more. She slowly pulled her top up just a little and then a little more until finally her breasts were on display. She’d always known she was small but as swollen as her breasts now were, they weren’t as small as they had been before and then finally, she pulled her top the rest of the way up and off.
Who cared if it was wrong? This was hot, she thought as one hand stroked one of her breasts and toyed with its nipple and as the other hand slid down inside her pants to okay with her pussy. Mmm yeah. Who cared if it was wrong? This was hot.
The boys must have thought so, too, because now they all had their cocks out and they were all hard and stroking themselves as they watched her undress.
Chastity kicked off the flats she’d been wearing. She supposed it would have been slower if she’d taken off her pants first and then the panties but she was just so hot that she couldn’t help but do them both at the same time and besides, she didn’t think the boys would mind so she slowly eased her pants down to her hips and then lower still and now her pussy was in view and oh my god, how hot was that and then lower still. Down around the knees the pants went and then down around the ankles and then Chastity stepped out of first one pants leg and the out of the other and finally, she was naked. “Is this what you wanted?” she asked.
“Yeah,” Brock replied. “Come on. Come with me.”
“Why? Where are we going?”
“Well you know rank has it’s privileges and right now, that means I get to go first,” he said as he ushered her into his bedroom.
Chastity wasn’t sure what was exciting her more, the fact that she was naked and alone with him in his bedroom and all that meant or the implications of the word “first” and the thought that he most likely wouldn’t be the only brother that she was going to fuck that day.
It wasn’t long before Brock had the girl in his room and the he was removing the rest of his clothes. “You know what I like about pregnant girls?” he said as he stroked his hand over Chastity’s belly.
“What?”
“I like what it says about a girl. It says she’s ripe. It says she’ll do it and she doesn’t care about the consequences. She doesn’t care what anyone else thinks. She just wants to fuck and she doesn’t care what happens to her.”
Considering that she couldn’t remember how she’d gotten pregnant in the first place, Chastity wasn’t sure if that was what her being pregnant said at all.
“Of course some girls, they just totally let themselves go but not you. How far along did you say you were again?”
“Seven months.”
“Yeah. Seven months and there’s not a doubt about what you are. That’s hot.”
“Do you want me to suck your cock again?” Chastity asked and almost at the same time, she was kicking herself for asking it. She didn’t want to sound like that. She didn’t want to sound like she actually wanted to suck his cock.
But fortunately for her, Brock shook his head. “That’s not what I want at all. What I want you to do is to crawl up here on this bed for me.”
No sooner had Chastity done what she’d been told to do than there was Brock coming up behind her and she could feel his hands on her ass. “You know what else I like about pregnant girls?”
“What?”
“It’s their asses.”
“Their asses?”
“Yeah. Their asses. Something about a pregnant girl. Maybe it’s just that she’s getting ready to push a baby out. Maybe that’s it but pregnant girls have the best asses.”
Fuck, she was wet. Why the hell was she wet but that wasn’t really what worried her. What worried her was where Brock’s cock was. She could feel him stroking her from behind and all this talk about asses and about her ass, he couldn’t possibly be thinking of putting his cock there, could he?
Oh fuck, there he was but thankfully, he wasn’t in her ass. He was right in her pussy just where she’d wanted him to be.
“You’re wet,” he observed. “You must have come over here wanting to do this.”
No. No, that wasn’t it ... or was it. No, she hadn’t wanted to ... oh fuck that felt good. She couldn’t help but moan.
She felt Brock’s hands as he grabbed her hips. He certainly was taking a tighter hold on her now and he was definitely fucking her now. Oh fuck, that was good.
As Brock continued to fuck her, Chastity’s elbows buckled and she was resting on her forearms but in a way it was better that way because now her belly was resting on the bed covers. That wouldn’t have happened before ... before she got pregnant but now ...
“Fuck,” the man groaned. “Fuck.”
He was going to cum. Chastity was sure of that. He was going to cum and she knew she couldn’t wait for it to happen.
“Fuck,” he groaned again and this time there wasn’t any doubt as to what was going to happen because this time he was filling her pussy with his seed.
Oh my God, Chastity told herself as she finally came to her senses. Oh my God. She’d actually let Brock Butler cum inside her. What the hell was the matter with her? Well whatever it was, she knew she just had to get out of there.
It would have been nice if she could have gotten herself dressed before she left the bedroom but she’d come into the bedroom naked and it seemed as if she was destined to leave that way as well.
This had been a dumb idea, Chastity told herself. Sure, she’d wanted to find out who had done this to her, but coming here and getting fucked by the oldest Butler brother was hardly a part of her game plan so she’d just go and find her clothes and she’d get out of there before she embarrassed herself any further.
She crept out towards the common room all the while trying to figure out whatever it was she was going to say to whichever of the brothers that she found there but as she neared the room, it seemed that none of the brothers were around and there were her clothes just sitting on a table almost as if they were just waiting for her. All she had to do was go in and get them.
She’d almost made it there and she was reaching out to take a hold of her clothes when she heard a voice. “Going somewhere?” the voice asked.
Chastity turned to find Brent standing in the doorway and munching on an apple. He wasn’t quite as big as his brother but he was still plenty big enough. “I was just leaving,” she said sheepishly.
“Ah now, you can’t do that. You haven’t given me a chance to fuck you yet.”
No, she hadn’t, Chastity agreed. No wait. Why should she even be thinking about that and yet here she was thinking that and looking down at his cock hanging out of his pants.
“I think we should go back to my bedroom and see what happens.”
Yeah, we should, the girl thought. No wait. That was wrong and yet she didn’t seem to know it because here she was letting the second Butler brother lead her to his bedroom.
“Well seeing as how you’re already undressed,” Brent said, “I guess I need to catch up. Why don’t you have a seat on the bed.”
Chastity still wasn’t sure just how the heck she’d gotten here but she did as she was told to do and she watched as Brent took off his shirt and pushed down his pants.
She was watching as he removed the last of his clothes. “So did you enjoy the time you spent with my brother?” he asked.
“It was okay,” she said.
“Okay, huh? Just okay? Well, let’s see if we can’t do something a little better this time around,” and now he was joining her on the bed and Chastity just naturally laid back as she felt the boy slide between her legs.
Chastity couldn’t help but pant as she felt Brent slide in between her legs. Part of it was her belly but that was only part of it. She could feel his cock pressing up against her pussy and she knew what she wanted. “I think you’re really going to like this,” he said.
“Uh huh,” she moaned. Oh geez. He was right there. What she really needed was less talking and more ... oh fuck yeah, more of that.
He was looking down at her even as he worked his cock between her legs and she couldn’t help but play with her tits as he fucked her.
“Would you look at you,” Brent said. “You really want to get fucked like this.”
“Yes,” the girl moaned.
“And I’ll bet you want me to cum inside that tight, little pussy of yours.”
No, Chastity wanted to say. No. That wasn’t right and yet just the suggestion of it was enough to send a surge of excitement through her.
“Well? What about it? I want you to tell me what you want.”
It might not have been right but Chastity just didn’t care. “I want you to fuck me,” she said. “I want you to cum inside me.”
“Oh yeah,” Brent groaned and then he groaned again and that’s when Chastity knew that she had Brent’s cum inside her pussy.
That did it. Coming here had been a complete and total bust. She was going to go get her clothes and then she was going home and she was going to try very hard to forget that this had ever happened. That was the intent at least but as with many things, what was intended didn’t actually work out the way it was planned.
When Chastity got out to the room where she’d left her clothes, she found someone else was already there. Bryce was playing video games but that wasn’t the worst of it. He had his feet up on the table as he played except between his feet and the table were Chastity’s clothes.
Chastity bit her lip. She certainly couldn’t go home naked but she didn’t draw any more attention to herself than she already had but if she wanted to get her clothes, then she was going to have to talk to the boy. She steeled up her nerve and she spoke again. “Hey, um, hey.”
Bryce looked up as if he was noticing her for the first time. “Oh hey,” he said. “How are you doing?”
“I’m fine,” Chastity said as she edged closer. “I, um, I want to go home though.”
“Okay.”
That’s when Chastity noticed that Bryce had his dick out. He wasn’t doing anything with it and it wasn’t all that hard but it was hard for her to take her eyes off of it now that she’d seen it. She kept staring at it even as she talked to him. “I, um, I ... you’ve got your feet on my clothes.”
Bryce now put the video controller down and as Chastity watched, his cock started to grow. “Do I now?”
No, Chastity whimpered to herself but she couldn’t help herself. She was transfixed by the now hard cock in front of her. “I, um, I need to get my clothes,” she stammered.
“Well it’s going to cost you then?”
“C-cost me? Cost me what?”
“A kiss.”
A kiss. She could do that. It was embarrassing but she could totally do that. She went and sat beside him on the couch and then she leaned in and she kissed him.
“Mmm, that was nice,” Bryce said, “but when I said it was going to cost you a kiss, that wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.”
“Why? What’d you have in mind?”
Bryce didn’t. Say anything. He just looked down.
Oh God, no, Chastity thought to herself. He couldn’t want that and yet ... if that was what it took to get her clothes back, she could do it so she leaned down and she kissed his cock.
“I thought you said you wanted your clothes.”
“I did.”
“Well if that’s what you want, then I think you can do better than that.”
Mmm yeah, Chastity told herself. Mmm yeah. She could do better than that and this time when she knelt Dow to kiss Bryce’s cock, she kissed it and then she kissed it again and then she pushed her way down onto the boy’s cock.
“Oh yeah,” Bryce groaned. “Oh yeah. That’s what I’m talking about. Do it again.”
She could do it again. In fact, she wanted to do it again. She couldn’t wait to do it again. She’d lost all interest in retrieving her clothes. What mattered was sucking that cock.
Bryce groaned as Chastity once more took his clock into her mouth with long, slow strokes. “Oh fuck,” he groaned. “Oh fuck yeah.”
She couldn’t have put it better, Chastity thought but just when it seemed inevitable that she would be taking his cum in her mouth, Bryce pushed her off of his cock.
“You know you do that pretty good,” he told her, “but if you want to get your clothes back, you’re going to have to do something else for me.”
Get her clothes back, Chastity wondered. What was he talking about and then she remembered why it was that she’d been sucking his cock in the first place but she had little time to think about that because Bryce was standing up and he was loosening his belt and before she knew it, he was pushing down his pants and he was taking off his shirt so when he sat back down on the couch, he was just as exposed as she was.
He grabbed his cock by the base and he pointed it at Chastity. “I think you know what to do with this,” he said.
Of course she knew what to do with that. It might be wrong but damn it, she just couldn’t help herself. She had to suck that cock.
But almost as quickly as Bryce gad gotten her to suck his cock, he was pushing Chastity back off of him. “You’re pretty good at that, you know, but I have a feeling you know there’s something else I really want.”
“What?”
Bryce was holding his cock almost as if he thought he could entice her with it just by waving it in her direction. “Why don’t you hop up here and find out.”
No. No, that was wrong and yet ... and yet now that the thought was there in her head, Chastity found herself wanting to do it. Okay maybe it was wrong but come on. Who’d actually know anyway?
“Come on. You know you want to.”
Stop it, she tried to tell herself but she already knew it was pointless because there she was moving forward and straddling Bryce’s lap and then there she was guiding herself down onto Bryce’s pole.
“There you go,” he said encouragingly. “I knew you’d like doing this.”
She shouldn’t, Chastity told herself as she rode the boy’s cock. She shouldn’t be liking this at all and yet ...
It would have been different if she weren’t pregnant. If she weren’t pregnant, her belly wouldn’t have been the size it was now. If she weren’t pregnant, she wouldn’t have felt so big.
That’s why it was so right to do it like this.
Now that she was pregnant, her belly WAS bigger and the position she was in only seemed to magnify that. It was hard to overlook a burgeoning baby belly when that belly was right there in front of you and if she wanted to accentuate it even further, all she had to do was lean in closer so that her tummy and Bryce’s were almost touching.
Now that she was pregnant, she was heavier but there was nothing wrong with that either. As she bounced on that cock, her added weight only seemed to drive her even further onto the cock she was riding. Fuck, it felt like that cock was just riding so deep inside her and there was no doubt what her pussy wanted. Her pussy wanted to feel that cock cum.
Bryce’s hands were on her waist as he looked up at her and Chastity knew it. She could see it in his eyes. He was going to cum.
And then he did and Chastity couldn’t help but moan as she felt that cock surge deep inside her wanton pussy.
God, she was such a slut, Chastity thought as she laid there on the couch. She’d rolled off of Bryce when Bryce’s cock had finished filling her up and Bryce had gotten up to go off somewhere else in the house. This was her time, Chastity told herself. This was her time to get away before anything else happened to her.
But she was so tired. She needed to rest if only for a moment.
But she couldn’t rest because this was her chance. For the moment at least, there wasn’t a Butler brother in sight so if she hurried and if she got herself dressed real quickly, maybe she could get out of there before anything else happened to her.
She almost made it to the door before a voice stopped her. “Hey, where are you going?” the voice asked.
Chastity looked up to see Brian Butler looking at her. “I was just leaving,” she said.
“Oh, so what you’re saying is that you were going to let my brothers fuck you but you weren’t going to give me the same courtesy. That doesn’t seem fair, does it?”
“Come on, Brian. I’ve got to go.”
But even as she was saying it, she was watching Brian sidle up to her and then she couldn’t help but moan as Brian slid his fingers between her legs.
“Brian, no,” the girl whimpered.
“No,” Brian said as his hand worked the crotch of Chastity’s panties up against her pussy. “But, baby, you’ve let the rest of my brothers fuck you so why not let me fuck you, too?”
Chastity couldn’t help but moan at that. It wasn’t actually Brian’s argument which she found so compelling but it was what his fingers were doing to her pussy. It took every ounce of her will power to keep herself from grinding against his fingers. “It’s not that,” she said through gritted teeth. “It’s just ... it’s just, oh fuck, it’s just that I have to go.”
“By all means, go if you want,” the boy said even as his fingers continued to rub the crotch of those pants against her pussy. “No one’s going to keep you here against your will. That’s for sure. I just thought that maybe you’d want to stay a little while longer.”
If she stayed any longer, she’d be giving in to his cock ... and just what the heck was the matter with that? Didn’t she want to give into his cock?
No, she roared at herself. No, that wasn’t what she wanted and yet her body seemed to have other ideas and that’s when she realized that Brian was sliding her pants down past her hips. “I think you want me in here,” Brian said as his fingers stroked up against her now bare pussy.
“Unh,” Chastity moaned.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked again.
“Yes,” Chastity moaned in a near whisper. “Yes, I want you to fuck me.”
“That’s what I thought you wanted,” Brian said as he turned the girl around and then he was pushing her up against the wall and Chastity could feel him coming up behind her. Oh fuck, there was his cock sliding in between her legs.
Oh fuck.
“I knew this was what you wanted,” Brian said as he continued to fuck her.
“Oh yeah,” Chastity moaned. “Oh yeah.”
This was wrong, Chastity tried to tell herself. This was wrong but as much as she tried to tell herself that, she couldn’t help but admit to herself that it really did feel very good.
From the very moment that she awoke, Chastity Case knew something was different and in the next instant, she knew exactly what it was. Oh my God, she thought. Oh my God. Oh my fucking God. She was pregnant. She was fucking pregnant. How the hell had she gotten pregnant?!
The last thing she remembered was going to the party at the Butlers house and she couldn’t shake herself of the feeling that somehow ... that somehow this ... had happened to her there.
Chastity furrowed her brow. Funny, she thought, but it seemed as if she’d had these thoughts before but then she shrugged that thought aside. It was silly really. What wasn’t silly was that if something had happened to her at the Butler house, there was only one thing to be done about it. She had to go over there and she had to find out which one of the Butlers had done this to her.