Na, let's not take any chances

Now that you were resting on your side, with your brother closely cuddled against your back, you grow aware of another awkward sensation - gravity! Your breasts were so large that you grew painfully aware of the additional weight on your chest, something you never even considered! Being a girl sure can be weird.

A persistent poking against your rear cheeks reminded you of the situation you were currently in -- should you let him put it inside? 'Just the tip' as the saying goes, but you distinctly remember one of your former classmates saying the same. Now she dropped out of school to care for her baby. She's got the tip and then some...

"You know what? Better be safe than sorry, as much as I like this body, you know, aesthetically... I have no intention of being stuck in it for the rest of my life. Chicks have to deal with periods and cramps and all that other nasty stuff, there's no way I want to be put in that situation." Well said, like an adult. Making the responsible choices.

You can hear a slightly frustrated sigh from behind, but he was making no attempts to enter you again. Great! It was almost frightening how glad it made you feel. Considering there was literally a hole attached to your crotch, he would simply have to push forward to penetrate you. There was no control as woman in this kinda situation... if the guy wants to claim your cunt, all he has to do is thrust inside. It's a strange feeling. A **** feeling. Do all girls feel this **** when they're in a sexual situation? Most girls aren't even on the pill, so they're quite literally playing some kind of Russian roulette each time they allow a guy access to that fertile dick-sheathe between their legs. Again you realize just how powerless women are... it's reassuring to know that thanks to modern science, there's so many birth control methods out there that women regained at least a little power over when they wish to conceive a child. There's been so many advances that it's practically possible to choose when you want to get pregnant, and when you rather want to be child-free!

During the brief silence, you were vaguely aware of the way your labia was partially engulfing the crown of your brother's dick. Neither of you had any idea that right now his foreskin was still keeping some cum neatly trapped and contained. As you absent-mindedly push back against him, that thin layer of protective skin gets peeled backwards just a little bit, nearly enough to allow a splurge of semen to squelch right into you...

Now that you've got a short moment to contemplate your situation however, you give it another thought. Running off to find a hotel might no longer be needed! Now that your brother knew your secret and accepted it relatively easily, you just have to tell your parents the same and hope they react the same way. Rationally! Then it's just a matter of chilling at home for the next couple days and you're back to being a proper dude, cock and balls included.

You suddenly grow aware of your brother's appendage between your legs, and pull your hips away seconds before he entered you, by accident anyway. Way too close for comfort! Better do something else! "Hey, how about we just watch some TV downstairs? Lying in bed all day isn't my style," you suggest as decent excuse to avoid the persistent crotch-to-crotch cuddling.

Since he already blew a load into the condom earlier, he was satisfied enough to weakly nod in response. His plot to **** you seems to be halted, perhaps even defeated. Especially now that you were going to tell your parents the full story yourself. Your little brother left the bed with ease, got dressed and left to go downstairs in less than a minute, while you... were in a slightly more complicated situation. It was time to discover a few more downsides of being a girl, as if it wasn't bad enough already! To start with, you grab the cum-filled condom from earlier and wrap it up in a few tissues before discarding it in the trash bin. Your fingers carried the intense smell of warm latex, semen and pussy juices. That's gonna be a pain to wash away... next up, you grab a few more tissues and begin wiping your pussy clean from the remnants of your uh, vaginal lubrication. You also rather awkwardly part the lips and wipe that area dry as well. Is that even necessary though? Does that area dry itself eventually? How much do you need to wipe off to avoid smelling like you masturbated? Can others even smell your pussy juices while you're wearing underwear? It's not something you'd wanna find out the hard way... you grab a few more tissues and make sure to remove all that sticky stuff before pondering another thought.

What if some of that goo isn't yours? What if he came inside you? Even a little bit? After getting dressed with one of Jimmy's silly Batman shirts, you walk over to the other corner of the room and put your leg up onto his nightstand -- and position yourself with your naked crotch right in front of a mirror. The area certainly looked clean, at least! No signs of cum just yet. You gather some more of your feminine juices and observe their consistency between your fingertips -- stretchy and translucent, all right. Next up, you slide your finger back and forth between the puffy lips of your cunt and again check your findings -- same as before! It certainly doesn't look or smell like cum. Now for a slightly deeper check...

A sudden coughing sound draws your attention back to the door, and you immediately glance back to see Gwen standing there! It takes you another second before you realize that she's watching you standing there like an idiot - with a finger buried deep enough in your cunt to tickle your cervix. Jesus Christ! With wide open eyes, you awkwardly stare back at her while thinking of an excuse.

"Save it." Instead of allowing you to explain yourself or even telling you just how long she's been home already, she approaches you and places a small pill on the palm of your other hand -- the clean hand. Since it was the perfect opportunity to spare yourself some embarrassment, you glance down at the pink pill with its tiny inscription, '1960' it says. "Your boyfriend is downstairs and said you asked for this one. Something about helping you to be less stressed about the risk of pregnancy? I don't even want to know the details, you guys are clearly both perverts..." she explained with visible disdain in her eyes. She clearly wasn't too happy about having to deal with -- presumably -- a bimbo who casually fingered herself in Jimmy's bedroom without even locking the door first. You certainly didn't give her the impression of an intelligent classy girl, that's for sure.

"I uh..." Man this was an uncomfortable situation... you lower your leg and gradually pull your finger out of your vag until it slips out with a wet pop.

"Nope, nope, save it." Gwen held her flat hand right up and refused to listen to any of it. Instead, she turned right around and left the room again. Well that couldn't have gone any worse... you didn't even have a chance to explain your situation! And Jimmy apparently told her that you're his girlfriend, that little fucker. First chance he got to pretend he's got a girl, and he instantly grabs it to boost his stupid self-esteem. Bastard.

You glance down at the pill your sister gave you. '1960', what's that about? Probably some kind of Plan B pill, considering Gwen somehow knew that you're not fond of getting pregnant anytime soon. You pop it into your mouth and swallow it right down, reassured that you've got one less thing to worry about.

Back in Gwen's room, a pamphlet with a few more details about the ****, lingered in her trash bin. 1960, our new experimental **** for married couples! Dead bedroom? Is your wife worried about her IUD, or a malfunctioning diaphragm, or about forgetting her pill, or stressed about when to get her new birth control implant? With our new creation called '1960', we can help you relive the sexual revolution of the 1960's! Within seconds after ingesting our pill, chemicals will encourage your brain to think of all the modern birth control methods you are aware of - and promptly erase each one from your memory until there's nothing left but clueless bliss! Say goodbye to those modern bringers of stress! Allow your mind to return to a time when sex was simple and carefree!

For further instructions, please see the attached pamphlet for the correct usage of the pull-out method, rhythm method, and vaginal douching to prevent undesired pregnancies. Commercial release for our product is estimated to be in the year 2024. We do not take any responsibility for undesired damages to your long-term memory. Contact us immediately if you encounter side-effects.

As you pick up your boxer shorts and get dressed, you don't even notice the way you gradually remember and rapidly forget all the ways in which women can prevent a pregnancy. You're left with a cute smile within less than a minute -- for some reason, you feel a whole lot more confident in yourself! It's like a burden was lifted off your shoulders! You still know that you don't want to get pregnant and you still know there's ways to avoid it, so whatever the pill did can't be important.

After a reassuring glance at the mirror and making sure you look decent enough, you make a brief trip to the bathroom to get a fresh box of tissues - but coincidentally run into Gwen again! She simply stood there by the sink, as if she had been waiting for you? "About time," she said sharply. "Stay there for a moment," she adds as she turns back around and retrieves something from the medicine cabinet. When she faces you again she holds out two little boxes. "Do these look familiar to you?" Hmm, you take a closer look... one had 'Diaphragm' written on it, the other had a label saying 'Nuva Ring'. They had a cute packaging too, as if they were aimed at a female audience.

"Uhmmm... nope? Doesn't look like anything to me." You've never heard of either one of those things. Should you have? You know for a fact that Gwen experiments with exotic stuff, so those are probably from some weird school project again.

"Good, just checking." As quickly as that, she simply puts the two things back into the cabinet.

What was that all about?

She walks out of the bathroom without further explanation, leaving you baffled and confused. Ah well, at least the pill she gave you earlier didn't do anything more than helping you relax a little. For a second, you had been seriously afraid that you made a mistake by taking it! As if. She's not gonna outsmart you.