Double Dating With The Parents - Version Bravo

by Lubrican

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Chapter Fourteen

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 taboo love.

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.

"Female 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.

"Thank you," 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.

"All done," she said.

"Sit down," he said.

"Doctor, please.  I've been here almost an hour.  I've been on the pill before, so I know the deal."

"I'm afraid I can't write you that prescription," he said.

She frowned.

"Why on Earth not?"

"Well, mostly 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.

"September the fifth," she said.

"You remember the exact day?"

"I looked at my calendar today," she said.  "I'm due to start tomorrow."

"Are your periods regular?"

"Like 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?"

"Okay," she said, weakly.

Sensing some 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.

"Yes!"

"Okay, then.  Talk to the receptionist and she'll set you up for the rest of your visits.  Congratulations, Mrs. Ross."

"Thank you," she said.

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 pregnant.

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.

"Something happened 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?"

"Told me what?" asked Bob, eager to be distracted from the confession he was about to make.

"About us," said Karen, who may be forgiven for being a little unorganized in her thinking at the moment.

"Us?" asked Bob, thinking that meant Karen and him.

"Yes," said 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 also felt.

"You guys did it!" she gasped, looking from Jack to his mother and back.

"Did what?" asked Bob.

"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."

"You had 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.

"Yes," sighed Karen.

"So did we!" said Mandy, who didn't feel bad at all, now.  In her mind, this fixed everything!

"You did?"  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?"

"Yes," said 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.

"There's something else.  I went to the doctor today.  He did some tests.  I'm pregnant."

"Okay!" said 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!"

"After supper!" said Bob, for perhaps the tenth time.  Mandy made a face.

"But -"

"After fucking 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."

"Ow," complained Amanda, but Karen didn't release her until they were out of the kitchen.

Mandy rubbed her elbow.

"He's overwrought," said Karen. "Don't push him right now.  Let him calm down."

"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!"

"But you're 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 teens talked.

"I think your mom was right," said Mandy, as she got plates and started setting them out. 

"What about?" 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."

"Gee," he 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," he confessed.

Her eyes widened.

"Really?"  It was plain she was surprised.

"Not with anybody in particular," he said. "I just wanted to know what it was like."

"When did you start wanting it to be with me?" she asked.

"At the golf place," he admitted.

"When you got that boner."

"Yeah."

"Wow."

"And then I got all confused," he sighed.

"You mean about your mom."

"Yeah.  How about you?  When did you get confused?"

"I've never been confused," she said.

"What does that mean?"

"When I started thinking about having sex, I was curious about both of you."

"At the same time?"

"Yeah. I think so."

"That's just weird, Mandy."

"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.

"Just oh?"

"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 again.

"Do you want to do it again with her?" she asked.

His behavior answered for him.  He blushed, and looked everywhere else but at her face. His hands moved and his feet got restless.

"Then you 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 be heard.

"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 it."

"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.

"My mom's pregnant," sighed Jack, as if he'd just now become aware of it. "That's crazy!"

"No it's not," said Mandy. 

She leaned forward to kiss him briefly.

"It happens all the time."

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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