Double Dating With The Parents - Version Bravo
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The next morning was the
second day of October. That was important to Karen, primarily because her
last period had ended on the fifth of September. And that meant that all that
dangerous sperm her son had pumped in her womb (two loads) was probably not all
that dangerous after all, because her period was due to start, according to her
calendar, the very next day. But after last night, and looking back on the
train wreck in the cold light of day, with a cold dose of reason, she had a
pretty good idea that there would be some sort of repeat of her night of
And while she had no
objection to Bob making a baby in her, she didn't feel that way at all about
Jack having an equal chance to do the same thing.
She did not call Bob.
She was too ashamed to do that.
Bob didn't call her
either. It's an even bet you can guess why he didn't.
Instead, she went to
work and then promptly told her boss that she had to go see her doctor.
"You don't look
sick," he said.
issues," she said.
"Go!" he said,
and quickly found something else to do.
She couldn't get in
until two, but at least it was a same day appointment. She was shown in ten
minutes after she got there. When the doctor learned she was asking for a
prescription for birth control pills, and that she had been sexually active within the last two months, he asked her to provide urine and gave her a plastic cup to do
so. Then he left. She went to the bathroom and put the urine sample in a caddy in the hallway. She returned to the exam room and waited, wishing she'd thought to bring a book with her. She sat on the raised examination table, while five,
then ten and then fifteen minutes passed. She was just about to open the door
and call out to someone when the doctor breezed back in.
"I need to examine you. That's going to include a pelvic exam."
"For birth control
pills?" Karen hated pelvic exams.
"It's all part of
the process," he said. "It won't take but a minute. Please put on this gown. I'll be right back."
Another ten minutes passed as she sat on the table before the doctor returned. He did all the normal things doctors do to examine a patient and then opened a drawer and
extracted a pair of stirrups which he put into place. Karen knew to lie down and lift her
heels and rest them in the stirrups, but she usually only had to endure this at
her gynecologist's office.
said the doctor, politely.
Sitting on a stool he
moved between her legs and performed the exam while she squirmed a little.
Finally it was over.
"You can get
dressed now," he said.
"I'll give you a little privacy and be right back."
"Actually, you can
stay," said Karen, standing up off the table. He'd just peered into her
vagina. She wasn't about to be shy about him seeing the rest of her. "I
need to get back to work."
The doctor nodded and
then fiddled with things on a shelf below a cabinet on one wall while she got
back into her uniform.
"Sit down," he
I've been here almost an hour. I've been on the pill before, so I know the
"I'm afraid I can't
write you that prescription," he said.
"Why on Earth
because you're already pregnant."
Her reaction caused him
to say, "Now you know why I told you to sit down."
Karen sat and listened,
still dazed, as the doctor droned on about hCG levels in her urine, and the
physical changes that had already taken place involving her cervix, and that he
would need to do more tests to be able to give her a firm due date.
"When was your last
period?" he asked.
fifth," she said.
"You remember the
"I looked at my
calendar today," she said. "I'm due to start tomorrow."
"Are your periods
clockwork," she sighed.
"Well, then, I'm
going to set your preliminary due date in mid-June. As I said, in subsequent
prenatal visits we'll tie it down a little closer. Okay?"
ambivalence, he asked the question he hated to ask.
"Do you want to
have this baby?"
She stiffened, and her
pale cheeks filled with color.
"Okay, then. Talk
to the receptionist and she'll set you up for the rest of your visits.
Congratulations, Mrs. Ross."
She had to sit in her
car for half an hour before she felt like it was responsible for her to drive
back to work.
It's hard to tell what
caused the bigger uproar ... the fact that each parent had succumbed to
temptation and fucked his or her offspring, or the fact that Karen was
That might sound odd to
you, the normal person who does not engage in coitus with your offspring, but
as is always the case when life runs us down like an unsuspecting kitty cat in
the street, things were complicated.
Take, for example, the
fact that Karen was intensely thankful about the fact that she was obviously
already pregnant before she felt Jack's penis firing off volleys of attempted
fatherhood in her previously (but no longer) fertile pussy. That's quite a bit
to be thankful for, and might even mitigate the guilt you feel that that penis
actually undertook to assault your eggs. Bob was pretty happy about that too, by the way,
once he had all the information and had time to think about it.
Jack? Well, his
reaction was complicated too. One could say he'd reached two pinnacles in his
young life. Both involved having his penis firmly embedded in a woman's belly.
And it was difficult for him to place one higher above the other in
importance. That alone caused him some guilt, both at feeling like he'd
cheated on Mandy, and because he was vaguely unhappy that he was too late to
the party when it came to his mother. There were still some submerged Oedipal
things going on in him that he didn't fully understand.
Mandy was similarly
bipolar about things. That she'd gotten her daddy's spurting prick in her was
the manic part. In her case, she didn't think of it as cheating on Jack,
because she'd loved her daddy for years and years before Jack came along, and
she had plenty of love in her heart, enough for both of them with some to
spare. The depressive part was that he'd made a baby in Karen, which meant she
was losing him. She liked Karen, maybe even loved her in a way, but that
didn't lessen the feeling of loss. To Mandy, the glass was half empty and
Karen was who had drunk that half a glass.
Bob was just a fucking
wreck. His pinnacle count was pretty low too. Trudy ...
and then Karen. But cumming in Mandy had been a mind blowing experience as
well. And he knew it wasn't supposed to be.
People think that
families who fall into incestuous behavior are perverted, or twisted or
mentally ill or something, but the truth is that, for some people, you can't
control who you fall in love with. That can be blamed on mental
illness, but for what it's worth, some people just think love is love and it isn't all
that picky. Humans were designed to reach out in love and sometimes
that happens in ways that other people don't like. And really ...
what's the difference between that and the woman who falls in love with a married man and then
murders his wife, so she can have him all to herself?
People disapprove of
that too, but they don't call her perverted.
That it all came out
when they all got together that night was inevitable. They all knew each other
too well by now to hide things of that magnitude. And everybody knew that
decisions would have to be made about the future. As painful as it might be,
everyone knew that the bandage had to be removed to see what condition the
wound was in, and the high state of everybody's emotions pretty much demanded
that it be ripped off fast.
Had this been a
completely conventional, almost blended family, Karen would have been the first
to speak, joyously announcing her big news. But as is clear by now this wasn't
the poster family for "normal", and the way they handled things
wasn't how most others would have. What there was, was an uncomfortable gathering
of people who knew there was an elephant in the room, but didn't know there
were actually two of them there.
Bob being the only other
adult present, gritted his teeth and took the bull by the horns.
last night, and it affects us all."
Karen looked at Jack,
her eyes wide, and said the first thing that came to her mind.
"You told him?"
what?" asked Bob, eager to be distracted from the confession he was about
said Karen, who may be forgiven for being a little unorganized in her thinking
at the moment.
Bob, thinking that meant Karen and him.
Karen. "What happened between him and me last night."
Oddly, it was Amanda who
figured it all out first. She knew, of course, about one of the elephants in
the room. She also knew her boyfriend pretty well, considering they hadn't
known each other very long at all, on the grand scale of things. And he hadn't
looked at her once since they all got together. Instead, he'd been looking at
his mom, specifically, his mom's breasts. And she was blushing
furiously. Mandy knew how Jack felt about her. And she knew how the kind of
"helping" that had been going on could generate emotions that she had
"You guys did it!"
she gasped, looking from Jack to his mother and back.
"It was an
accident," blurted Jack. "I was dreaming and I think I rolled over
on top of her and ... it just sort of happened."
sex?!" gasped Bob, who felt much less worse in a sudden and, at the same
time, shameful manner. As has been said, all this was complicated.
"So did we!"
said Mandy, who didn't feel bad at all, now. In her mind, this fixed everything!
Karen's voice sounded different than any of them had ever heard, including
Jack, and he'd lived with her his entire life.
"I think Daddy had
a dream too," she said.
"When did you start
sleeping together?" asked Karen.
"About two weeks
ago," said Mandy, totally unconcerned. "But it was mostly only just
to sleep. I mean he'd help me a little bit, and I'd help him, but then nothing
else happened. Except sleep. Until last night."
"What kind of
accident?" asked Bob, who had finally processed the information that Jack
had somehow rolled over on top of his mother in his sleep. "Were you
sleeping together too?"
Karen, quietly. "It sounds like what you two were doing."
"Well, I'll be
damned," sighed Bob.
And that seemed like the
right time to Karen to drop the other bomb. Or, to stay with the zoo analogy,
introduce the zebra to the menagerie.
else. I went to the doctor today. He did some tests. I'm pregnant."
Bob, quite loudly. The overload had finally tipped the scales and he felt
himself sliding into madness. He grabbed on to whatever he could to save
himself, and that projection was habit. "Let's get supper ready! It
sounds like we all have a lot to talk about!"
supper!" said Bob, for perhaps the tenth time. Mandy made a face.
supper!" he bellowed, flourishing the knife he had
in his hand. The flourishing part was completely unintentional, and just a
result of his agitated emotions.
Karen reached to grip
Amanda's elbow. She squeezed hard enough that Mandy flinched.
"Come in the living
room," she said, reasonably. "Let him fix supper."
complained Amanda, but Karen didn't release her until they were out of the
Mandy rubbed her elbow.
overwrought," said Karen. "Don't push him right now. Let him calm
"I don't see what
the problem is," complained Mandy. "We both did it. I mean we all
did it. And it just happened. It's not like anybody intended for things to end up that way."
"You really haven't
been listening to anything we've told you since that first date, have
you," said Karen, who was beginning to get angry.
Mandy opened her mouth
to speak, but Karen cut her off.
"We told you that
boys and girls who like each other and spend time alone will eventually think
about having sex, and then want to have sex, and then do it. You didn't
believe us. But it happened just like that, didn't it. And we both told you
that 'helping' you wasn't a good idea either, because, and let's just admit it,
that's exactly the same thing. A male and a female who like each other spend
time together doing sexy things and that makes them want more. And you didn't
believe that either. But that's exactly what happened. So just
shut up about it, and start listening to us! We're not pathetic and
stupid. We know how this stuff works!"
adults," complained Mandy.
"And you think that
means we can do a better job of avoiding the pitfalls of sex? Hah! I'm
pregnant, Amanda. And that's because I let your father have sex with
me when I knew it wasn't safe to do so. I didn't want to control
anything. Sex controls us, Amanda, not the other way around."
Mandy knew the wisdom of
what she was hearing. She just didn't want to admit it.
Jack appeared in the
entryway to the living room.
"Are you coming? I
don't want to be alone in there."
"Maybe alone is exactly
what you need to be!" snapped his mother.
Cooking had always
calmed Bob. The slow transition of the ingredients, coming together,
transformed by heat and chemical reactions, transitioning from something
unpalatable to something delicious, fragrant, and good for you, allowed his
thoughts to transform too, sometimes.
He had just added the
cooked elbow macaroni into the pan of steaming meat, diced tomatoes, and
spices, in the final step of making goulash, when his thoughts coalesced in a
strikingly similar manner. The solution was so clear in his mind that he
couldn't believe nobody had thought of it before. There was only one question
that needed to be answered to determine if his solution could be employed.
Well ... actually ... two questions.
He went to the living
room and, without preamble, said, "There's something I need to do while
the goulash simmers. I need somebody to keep an eye on it."
Karen stood up. The two
teens let her. Both wanted some alone time anyway.
Bob went to his
"study", which was in the corner of his bedroom, where the PC was set
up. He sat down and turned things on.
Karen went to the
kitchen and stirred the goulash. She also opened two cans of green beans and
got them warming in the microwave. She called to the kids to set the table.
While they did that, the
"I think your mom
was right," said Mandy, as she got plates and started setting them out.
asked Jack. He picked up a handful of forks in one hand, and spoons in
another, and followed Mandy from place to place.
"About how sex
controls us instead of us controlling it."
said, his voice dry. "You think so?"
She turned to face him,
her face set.
"When we went out
on that first date, I did not intend to have sex with you!"
"How about having
it with your dad?"
"I didn't think
about having sex with anybody!" she hissed.
"Well I did,"
Her eyes widened.
was plain she was surprised.
"Not with anybody
in particular," he said. "I just wanted to know what it was
"When did you start
wanting it to be with me?" she asked.
"At the golf
place," he admitted.
"When you got that
"And then I got all
confused," he sighed.
"You mean about
"Yeah. How about
you? When did you get confused?"
"I've never been
confused," she said.
"What does that
"When I started
thinking about having sex, I was curious about both of you."
"At the same
"Yeah. I think
"That's just weird,
"Is it? Why? I
like you both. Love you both. I loved it when we had our accident, and
I loved it last night, during that accident too."
"So ... does that
mean you want to do it again?"
"Didn't you just
hear what I said? I love you both, and I love it when you do that with me, so
..." She felt like the answer was obvious.
"Oh," he said.
"What do you want
me to say?"
Mandy looked at him. He
didn't look mad. He looked more like ... guilty. She made the connection
"Do you want to do
it again with her?" she asked.
is behavior answered
for him. He blushed, and looked everywhere else but at her face. His hands
moved and his feet got restless.
understand how I feel," she said, softly.
Now his eyes did come
back to her face, and he moved close enough to her that his bare whisper could
"Guys aren't supposed to want to make love with their mothers."
"So if they don't
want to, that's great," said Mandy. "I'm all for it if they don't
want to do that. That's their business, and I won't stick my nose into
"So you just want
to keep doing it."
"I want to keep
doing it with you," she said. "But they won't let us. So
I'll take the next best thing." In her mind, characterizing it as
"next best" rang sour, but she didn't say that to Jack. He was
freaked out enough already.
pregnant," sighed Jack, as if he'd just now become aware of it.
"No it's not,"
She leaned forward to
kiss him briefly.
"It happens all the
Bob scanned through the
first entries Google had supplied him with relating to "Step sibling
marriage." It had remembered his earlier searches, so it was easier for
him to find the entries he had only scanned previously. Now he read them in
depth, and followed links to other sites that discussed the complications - and
solutions - that allowed step siblings to get married.
He began to have hope.
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