You decide to wait. It's too late anyway

Tired and freshly out of luck, you resort to following the doctor's advice by sitting still with the medical equipment still attached to your lower bits. After twenty minutes of allowing your brother's sperm to settle into every corner of your womb, one of the nurses steps inside with a bubbly, happy expression. "Oh hello! I take it everything went well?" she asks which you don't even honor with an answer. "Aw well, let me see what I can do for you," she says as she moves to the chair by the stirrups and begins fidgeting around. You squirm and whine, but once the tube was removed, she picked up a tiny rubber cap and moved it into you, securely attaching its elastic band around your cervix. "There, that should keep all the little swimmers in there," she winks at you, followed by a sigh upon noticing that your mood wasn't improving.

Lastly, she loosens the speculum and you finally feel your sensitive cervix returning to its normal shape, expanding against the snug rubber dome covering it. You are vaguely aware of a constant dribble of baby batter leaking out of your womb, but rather than escaping, you feel the fluid awkwardly pooling right around your cervix into the latex cap until it was full and created a snug seal. During the past hour, you certainly learned far more about biology than you ever needed or wanted to know.

You return to the privacy curtain and get rid of the gown. As you look down your naked body and past your shapely breasts, you notice that your vagina... didn't look any different. The folds were still just a little puffy, and the skin an attractive white, while your slit was... subtle and unremarkable like before. It was hard to believe that you were carrying your little brother's semen inside of you now. And to think that your original intention was to get yourself some birth control, things sure went sour fast.

Almost as if to remind you of the humiliation, you notice the unpleasant scent of sperm, no doubt originating from between your legs. After getting dressed and leaving the room, you get stopped by one of the nurses by the counter. She reaches for your top and attaches a badge with a pleased, content smile. As you look down at the pink and white, round badge you read the words "Freshly inseminated" with the image of a smiling young woman holding a crying baby. "Thanks..." you reply with little energy remaining in you.

On your way out, you hold the door open for a woman who enters the office, and just as the door closes behind you and you leave everything behind, you hear her announcing "Hello, I'm Mrs. Richards..."