Pregnant By My Brother's Best Friend

MARYANN'S POV: Today is my brother's birthday. Mike Matthew is turning 21. He's a soccer player—tall, dark-skinned, with a strong athletic body. He told me he invited several of his friends to our home for the celebration. Our parents are busy. Dad, Mavin Matthew, works as a banker, and Mom, Ella Matthew, is a television broadcaster. They can't take a break from work to celebrate with him today, even though he's turning 21. My brother Mike plays for a local football club and wears the number 7 on his top. He's my only sibling. We live in a big mansion. My room is on the top floor, same as his. I rise from my bed as early as 7 a.m. to get ready for his birthday preparations. It's an exciting Friday. I rush into the bathroom to have my bath. The previous night, we were in the parlour having a discussion. Mike sat on one of the black couches after dinner and asked, "Maryann, my friends are coming over tomorrow for my birthday party. Are you sure you won't have any issues with them? Do you permit me to bring them over? I don't want them to corrupt you. You're still my baby sister, but tomorrow will be the last birthday party I celebrate here, since I want to buy a new house." "I'm 18 years old!" I screamed, hating how protective he is. "I'm no longer a baby. Your friends can come. I feel bored staying at home, and I haven't celebrated your birthday with you in a while—since you go to clubs." I pleaded, knowing Mike chose to celebrate his other birthdays at clubs since he turned 18. Mike frowned and said, "I don't want my friends to tease you or corrupt you. I might not be able to keep an eye on them with you around. I don't want them to do anything silly. They're hot-blooded men. I don't want any story that touches you." "I'll be fine. I can protect myself," I replied, moving from the dining room to meet him. Our parents had already retired to their bed for the night. After all, it was Thursday, and they were going to work the next day. I missed my brother's previous birthdays, and I wanted him to celebrate this one at home. Mike sat on the black couch, pressing his phone. He paused and replied, "Fine. I'll invite them over. The party starts in the evening, by 6 p.m. Mom and Dad will be around, so they'll be at ease." I frowned at the thought of my parents restricting me from getting close to Mike's friends. "How about Sunny Easton? Will he come? I haven't seen him in a while," I asked. Mike frowned when he heard me mention his best friend. "Sunny will be here. You need to keep away from him. Sunny is a bad boy, not the guy you knew before," Mike said, his voice thick with warning. He crossed one leg over the other on the black couch. "Ann," Mike called my short name when I lowered my gaze and avoided his striking blue eyes—like mine. "Did you hear my warning?" "Got it. I'll keep away from Sunny, so long as he doesn't bring his bully of a sister. We don't get along anyway," I replied, and Mike laughed. "Haha. I'll tell Sunny not to bring Jessica. But you know she likes me, so she'll come. Though I don't like her," Mike frowned, because I had told him how Jessica Easton bullied me in high school. I finished early this year and am just waiting to gain admission into the university. Jessica is Sunny's younger sister. She's tall, fair-skinned, with long brown hair. She's slender and doesn't resemble Sunny. She resembles her mother. Sunny has two siblings: Jessica and an older sister, Linda. Linda is 28, married, and lives in the US. She visits once in a while, like during Christmas and New Year. I met her once, when I was younger. She came to the high school to celebrate Jessica's 14th birthday since their parents are as busy as mine. Sunny is 24, and Jessica is 19. Sighing, I peered at my brother's face and assured him, "I'll keep away from your friends. They can't tease me while you're here." Mike glanced at me, from my feet to my face, his gaze crawling over my body as if weighing my words. I have a thick figure—not fat, not slim. Jessica teases me and calls me "fat" because of my chubby cheeks, and I have fuller breasts and backside than her. "What's wrong?" I asked, conscious that I was wearing only a short white nightdress. When my brother looks at me like that, it makes me feel vulnerable and aware of my body's growth. "Nothing," Mike muttered and looked back at his phone. He didn't want to say it, but I saw his gaze darken after looking at my body. *Does he think I'm ugly?* I wanted to ask, but the words died in my throat because I know that's not true. Mike finally agreed. "Alright. I already invited them. Till tomorrow. The chef will be here to get everything ready." "Alright. Good night, brother!" I squealed with excitement, knowing we were going to have a big party. I rushed upstairs and invited my only best friend, Ruth Clement, to come over tomorrow so I wouldn't feel lonely. After all, we had already vacated school after the graduation ceremony. --- Now, I grab my toothbrush, put some paste on it, and brush my teeth. I hear the sound of a car arriving at my parents' home. It's already 7:30 a.m. "Maryann!" Mom calls my name as my room door flings open. "Yes, Mom!" I rush out of the bathroom to meet her, my hand still clutching my toothbrush against my lips. I know what today is about. Mom is wearing a black suit and white undershirt, her face made up, her long blonde hair packed in a ponytail. She is 45, tall and slender like a model. Her expression turns stern as she hurries toward me. "Ann, I just heard from Mike that he's throwing a party here. I want you to stay in your room and not join them until I return," Mom says, her tone serious as she buckles her wristwatch over her left wrist and looks at my face. "Why, Mom? I'm an adult. I can take care of myself," I protest, not liking the idea. "Maryann!" Mom calls my full name whenever she gets serious. Her brows furrow as she finishes buckling her watch and takes a step closer. "You're an adult, I agree. But those guys are bad influences. Your brother is a man, so I don't care if he screws around the whole neighbourhood. But you are my only daughter. What will people say when they learn you're no longer a virgin or you've become wild like your brother, who's even in a polyamorous relationship?" I pout my pink lips, knowing my mother is right. Mike has two girlfriends: Nelly Brown and Zara Johnson. They both know they're dating my brother, but he doesn't bring them home. He keeps his affairs away. Still, we see his online posts and whenever he goes to play ball. Those girls only meet Mike outside. But he has shown me their photos and says it's not yet time for me to meet them. "But Mom, I'm an adult. I'm not going to have a boyfriend. I just want to join the party. It's my brother's birthday," I complain, my arms wrapping around my chest in disagreement. My door flings open, and Dad enters.