pushing my little sister out
daddy said i wasn’t allowed to tell anybody. he pulled me out of school before i started to show. that was months ago, and my tight little tummy is squeezing down on the baby that is about to be born. daddy takes me in his lap and spreads my legs.
he tells me to breathe but i’m panicking, it hurts so bad and i’m so scared. something hard and huge is opening my private parts, and daddy holds pressure on it, shushing me and whispering, “shh, it’s okay baby, it’s okay, breathe, breathe. what you’re feeling is baby’s head, it’s right there. reach down, can you feel it? i know, i know, it’s big. but it’s almost over baby, i promise. you just have to keep going just for a little bit longer. i love you, it’s okay. you’re doing such a good job.”
i’m panicking. i’m breathing fast and heavy, whining and screaming as daddy frantically shushes me and puts his hand over my mouth, pulling me down into his lap. my tummy tightens again and i shriek into daddy’s hand.
“hush sweetheart, you have to be quiet. if any of our neighbors hear you we’re going to get in trouble. push, hard, if you can’t get baby out i’ll have to help you, and that will hurt even more than this. you need to push your baby out. ready? one, two, three.”
i push. i make only long, low grunt at first, but my muffled screams begin to emerge behind daddy’s hand as my sweet baby’s head spreads my little hole wide, so wide, and i frantically thrash in daddy’s lap. i’m not pushing anymore, but the baby’s still moving. the head has reached the point of no return, squeezing out so painfully slow. so slow that i can feel each of its features slipping out. the tiny nose, ears, and lips feel impossibly huge as they emerge from my most special parts. finally, the head pops out, hanging limply from my little body, as i shake and pant.
“that was it baby, good job, gooood job… baby’s almost out. one more, push it out. daddy’s so proud of you.”
i tense one last time, and a broken sob leaves my body as the baby explodes through my opening, flopping to the ground and starting to cry. daddy picks me up and lays me down, and i lay so still, my body screaming from the pain, my frantic panting the only sound in the room besides my baby’s shrieking. daddy retrieves the baby, holds it close and bends over to show me the baby he gave me.
“look, honey, it’s your baby sister. yes, it’s a girl! she’s so beautiful. you did it, baby. oh, i’m so proud of you. i can’t wait to do this again.”
when i go back to school the next week, my classmates look at me funny, and my teachers whisper to each other as i start on the work i missed while i was out. my tummy is still swollen and my little girl parts are still sore. but it’s all worth it. i’ve never seen daddy happier. when i get home from school, he’s watching a video on his laptop. my video. i can see my daughter’s head sticking out of my body on his screen, and i can hear myself screaming. when he notices me, he turns the laptop towards me.
“hi baby girl, want to watch?”
he pulls me into his lap and sets the laptop in front of us. i feel the hard spot in his pants, and i have a feeling that i’ll be screaming like this again sometime soon, stretching brutally around my daddy’s next baby.
