Clarissa's Gene's Get Packed

by Lubrican

Chapters : 1 | 2

Chapter Two

She'd agreed to getting naked for two reasons. First, the thought of it made that pressure flood into her chest, and her nipples started tingling. Second, she thought about how they'd swum topless all those times. This would probably be pretty much the same.

It wasn't the same at all, though.

She watched him watch her, noting his wild eyes as she took her top off first. His tongue almost fell out of his head as he stared at her breasts and, for the first time, all the tingles in her nipples seemed to spread until she was tingling between her legs too.

Then he started taking his clothes off too.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her thumbs in the waistband of her panties.

"I'm gonna have to do it too," he panted. "There is no way in the world that I can watch you do this and not do it too."

"Oh."

She finally got to see what made that huge tent in the front of his PJs that night. It had the peculiar effect that a cobra has on some people. It was beautiful and fascinating to look at, but it also scared her half to death. His hand grasped it, though, and began to stroke up and down. He was clearly in control of this beast, and she relaxed.

"What do I do?" she asked, eager to do something.

"I can do this standing up, but you should probably lie down," he panted.

She did and then had to work up the courage to spread her legs as he got into position to see. When she finally got her knees apart, the look on his face made her legs feel weak and they just splayed open limply. There was adoration in his eyes.

"Oh wow," he sighed as he got his first look at a pair of real live pussy lips. Hers looked different and similar at the same time, compared to those he'd seen on the internet and in magazines. Hers were closely pressed together and pale. He couldn't see inside her at all and they closed protectively over the area where he knew her clit was. Not thinking about how she might interpret it, he kneed up on the bed, still stroking his prick slowly.

"What are you doing?" she asked. Her voice wavered.

"I'm going to show you," he said, already thinking that he was going to get to touch that pussy as he pried those tight lips apart. "I'm going to show you where to rub."

To be honest, things would have stopped right there, had it not been for RD684. Clarissa would have chickened out. But, as the drug was responsible for this whole episode in the first place, it was also responsible for Clarissa's decision that letting her brother touch her was no big deal. After all, it was for a good cause. If she didn't find some answer to this jittery feeling, she was going to go stark, raving mad.

He had to abandon his penis as he got down on his elbows. She lifted her head to watch as his face and hands got closer and closer. She told him to wait and she reached for a pillow to fold in half and support her head and neck with.

Then, almost in slow motion, his fingers reached for her. His first touch was almost like someone feeling a pan on the stove, to see if it's hot or not. Then, with opposing fingers, he pried her sexual lips apart. He started in the middle, and then worked up until the sheath that covered her clitty was exposed. The little organ was apparently hibernating, at the moment.

"See that bump?" he asked, staring at it in wonder.

"Uh huh."

"That's it."

"That little thing?" She sounded almost disappointed. "Why do you get a big long penis and all I get is a little bump?"

"Can I touch it?" he asked.

Clarissa thought it was pretty funny for him to be holding her apart down there and ask if he could touch her, but she gave him the okay.

Within seconds she was delighted that she had. His finger was dry, and so was she, so the skin that he touched and pushed stretched as he pushed his fingertip across that little bump.

"Uh!" she gasped explosively as a jolt of pleasure shot through her belly. And all he'd done was just touch it!

Matt was both delighted and curious. He'd forgotten his prick in the fascination of exploring this entirely new kind of thing. His experimentation was really just curious play, a little like finding some strange new bug and poking at it to see what it would do. His fingertip circled the bump. He was rewarded with a sigh. He did that again and her hips started moving up and down.

"They rub it like this," he said, continuing to circle the sheath.

Before his eyes it opened. Amazed, he watched as something began to push out from within. Part of his astonishment was that what pushed out of her body actually looked a lot like the head of a tiny penis. The resemblance to his own penis was uncanny. Just as the tip of his glans protruded from the foreskin around it, her clitoris emerged, like it was coming out to play. It wasn't hard, though ...not in the sense that his penis got hard. He flicked it sideways and it bent easily.

"Huuuuh!" grunted his sister.

Grinning he started pushing the protrusion this way and that. Her knees bent and she started pushing with her heels, raising her hips as he mauled the little organ. Then, just for fun, he tried to press it back inside. Clarissa whined then and the tone and timber of her whine reminded him that he had a hard dick to stroke.

"Now you rub it," he said, getting to his hands and knees.

Her hand slid into her crotch and one finger found the button immediately. He watched, interestedly, as she did things to it that looked much rougher than anything he'd have contemplated doing. Then he remembered how hard the women in the videos had rubbed. Some of them had even slapped it!

He got to his knees and started jerking his cock while she continued.

She got noisy and he could actually see the moisture begin to flood her fingers. He kept telling her what to do, describing what the women on the screen had done. When he told her to slide a finger inside, and she did, his prick erupted. A rope of cum lanced out of his prick and painted the back of her finger as she slid it out and back in. His prick spat again and again, getting her hand messy with his juice. He watched and his balls seemed to twist as he saw his white spunk being pressed into her pussy.

She began using three fingers, flat, whipping them violently back and forth across the bud. She gasped that something was happening that felt scary but good. He told her that was okay and to keep going.

Her scream of completion almost got him hard again. He couldn't tell if she was crying or laughing, though, and he remembered how scared he'd been the first time this had happened to him. So he collapsed beside her and pulled her into a tight hug. The feel of her naked skin against his was fabulous, but it was just a side effect. What he was doing was just hugging her. She hugged him back as she calmed down and caught her breath.

It was quiet for a long time until her breathing returned to normal. They just held each other.

"Better now?" he asked softly.

"You have noooooo idea," she sighed.

"Yes I do."

Her head moved and she stared at him, almost nose to nose.

"I guess maybe you do."

Then, for no reason, and every reason, Clarissa kissed her brother on the lips.

Twenty-five or thirty kisses later, nature and RD684 resulted in Matt squirming on top of his sister while they each tried to push each other's tongues back in their mouths. He had no intent to do anything other than keep kissing her and feeling her skin against his own. Her legs were spread and it was all fairly innocent at first. It just felt good to rub their genitals together.

Then the tip of his prick caught in her virgin opening. He shifted sideways and it came out, but it got caught again. The fourth time it got caught, he pushed with his arms, until he could stare at Clarissa's face.

Quite suddenly, it wasn't innocent anymore. It caught both of them completely by surprise. The normal hormones racing through their bloodstream undoubtedly helped them "decide" on the next step.

No words were spoken. They stared at each other as he pushed ... just a little. Her calm eyes just gazed into his, so he pushed ... just a little more. Her eyes widened when the head of his prick popped inside her stretched labia, but she didn't tell him to stop. When his prick was halfway in, she took her lower lip between pearly white teeth and bit it gently.

This was, of course, new territory for both of them. For Matt it was surreal as he slowly pushed deeper and deeper, feeling like he might go in forever. When the wisps of his dark brown pubic hair mingled with her lighter fluff, his inclination was to keep pushing, because he wanted to go in forever. The sensation of hot, clasping flesh all around his penis was completely new ... and completely addicting.

For Clarissa, the feeling of something hot and hard spreading her apart was a mingling of pain, from which fear bubbled up, and an incredible sense of well-being, which shushed the fear and only anticipated being even more full.

Then, when he was in as deep as he could go, and kept pushing, the little swollen organ she had so recently discovered seemed to sing a note that vibrated throughout her body. At that instant, she knew this was meant to be. It was perfect, and her joy exploded as a surprisingly calm orgasm just shivered through her body.

"Ohhhh yesssss," she moaned. "Matty, I love you so much."

It was a surprisingly tender moment for Matt too. All the fucking he'd seen in his secretly watched videos had looked violent and forceful, with people screaming and bodies flailing. He could not have been prepared for how intimate this was ... for the feeling that he had somehow become part of his sister's body, and she his. And her confession of love came at the precise time that he realized what a precious thing she had let him do. He would forever be thankful to her for that gift, and emotion surged out of him too. It wasn't in words, though. He simply dripped hot tears of happiness on her cheeks.

Then her body took over, trying to extend that luscious gentle climax, and her hips arched. Matt reacted by rising with her, just as she fell back. It pulled half his prick from her molten sheath. Her hips rose again as he corrected and moved down and ... just like that ... they learned the ancient dance of the two backed beast.

What had been sweet, slow lovemaking, took on an urgency until, if he'd been able to think about it, Matt would have said looked exactly like what he'd seen on the internet. Within a minute he was lunging into her and she was slamming her loins up to meet each lunge, panting, "Yes!" over and over, hoping it would never stop.

It had to, though, because Matt was on overload. His body ached to breed and he wasn't in control of it in any way, shape, or form. His hot jets of semen began while he was still lunging, and the first three jets coated her entire vaginal tube before instinct made him slam forward and freeze as his body pumped four more thick streams of baby makers against her cervical mouth.

Clarissa's initial cum had been extended as he began to move in and out of her. She'd felt like there might be another one out there and had been trying hard to find it. She hadn't yet, when his croaking cry of completion told her something important was going on. Then, it didn't matter, because she watched his face twist into a grimace that could only be agony, except that his groans were undeniably joyous. He looked like he was dying as she felt that beautiful penis buck and jerk inside her and the hot, wet ball of fire enter her core and begin to expand.

She couldn't have cared less that she didn't cum again, because watching Matt cum was just ... well ... almost as good.

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The aftermath wasn't strained or sad in any way. Both teens had recognized how very special this kind of relationship was and it was impossible for either of them to perceive it was being harmful. Something that beautiful just couldn't be bad, regardless of what cultural restrictions were firmly in place against it. Besides, both of them could cite dozens of cultural "rules" that were idiotic or even counter-productive.

There was some kissing, but few words as they caught their breath and Matt lay on top of her. He asked if he was heavy and she said he wasn't. Both knew the other was okay.

And both knew they'd do this again.

"I can't believe I'm hungry," said Clarissa suddenly.

"We just used a lot of energy," said her brother.

They got up and put on their sleep wear before going to the kitchen for a snack. While Clarissa made peanut butter sandwiches, Matt munched on four more candies. He unwrapped another one and put it between her teeth.

Ten minutes later, an observer would have seen two teens, watching TV, dressed for bed, and wouldn't have been able to see anything unusual about them at all.

If the observer would have stuck around another ten minutes, though, it would have been more interesting.

"Did Uncle Bob say when he was going to be home?" asked Matt. Clarissa had taken their uncle's earlier phone call.

"He just said not to wait up for him," she answered. "Why?"

He looked at her with no trace of embarrassment. "I have another boner."

Bob sighed as he got out of the car. It was late and all the lights were off, so he was trying to be quiet. He was tired. He'd be glad when the RD684 trials were over and the data sent to the FDA. He felt bad because he had been spending so much time with work related issues that he felt like he'd abandoned his niece and nephew.

He knew they were okay. Both were smart kids and they understood about his work, but he still felt bad for not spending more time with them.

He stopped at Clarissa's room to look in on her. The light from the hallway into her darkened room showed that her bed was empty. That was strange. There had been no lights on at all when he got home.

He backtracked to the living room, thinking she might have fallen asleep on the couch, but she wasn't there either. He looked at the dry erase board on the refrigerator, but there was no note about a sleepover at one of her friends' houses.

A little worried now, he went back to the hallway and pushed open Matt's door. He was frozen in place by what he saw.

Matt and Clarissa, like newlyweds finally allowed to be together all the time, had spent hours in each other's arms, rubbing together as they overdosed on the sex they had just discovered together. Neither had meant to stay naked, and neither had intended that Clarissa stay in her brother's bed, but sexual exhaustion had finally claimed them. What was revealed to their uncle's eyes was the result of that sexual exhaustion, though it was slightly misinterpreted, at first.

Matt was lying beside some girl Bob had never seen before. Bob's mind casually classified her as a cheerleader type, based on the long blond hair, hour glass shape and grapefruit sized breasts. The girl was on her back, with her face turned toward Matt. His arm was thrown across her, his hand resting lightly on her left breast. The room smelled of sex, something Bob hadn't sniffed in more years than he wanted to remember. Even in the dim light admitted by the open door, the gooey mess that was between the girl's legs bore testament to the fact that no protection had been involved in their tryst.

Bob was of two minds. He was surprised that Matt, who was pretty thin and geeky, had managed to score with such a voluptuous young woman. At the same time the fact that they'd had unprotected sex, unless the girl was on the pill, was worrisome. Matt should be smarter than that.


The girl moved and her face turned away from Matt and toward Bob. Bob started to duck back, in case she opened her eyes, and then froze again as his tired mind registered the fact that this was no strange girl.

It was Clarissa!

He stared, in shock. Where was the skinny little girl he knew so well? When had she matured to much? And what was she doing in bed with her brother?!

Bob's mind, already tired, almost shut down under the visual assault. His neglect of them had driven them to this. Less than popular geeks, with not many friends and nothing to do on date night, they had depended on him to entertain them. In his recent absence they had found ... other entertainment.

He didn't know what to do. He could wake them up, but there would be yelling and nothing could be solved. It was already too late for that. He knew what he was supposed to think about this incestuous coupling, but he didn't feel that way. He wasn't sure how he did feel, but he wasn't disgusted.

He realized that his eyes were still moving from her breast to her sperm-filled pussy and back again. His own dick was as hard as stone.

He didn't know how to feel about that either.

In the end he left them there. He left the door open, so they'd know he'd seen them. Then he went to bed. He had to jack off before he could get to sleep. Visions of Clarissa's pussy, overflowing with her brother's seed, danced in his head. As he came, he felt guilty that he wished he was adding to Matt's offering of love to the girl.

Clarissa woke first and realized what had happened. She sat up suddenly and looked at the door. What her uncle had wanted to happen did. She knew that they had been seen, here in bed together. She shook Matt violently.

"Wake up!" she whispered harshly.

He did and looked around blearily. His eyes registered his naked sister and he smiled.

"Uncle Bob knows!" she said, her voice full of fear.

"What?"

"I closed the door last night. I know I did," she said. "Look at it now!"

"Why are you still here?" asked Matt. "I thought you were going back to your own room."

"I fell asleep, you idiot!" she snapped.

"Don't call me an idiot. I love you." He sounded injured.

"Don't you get it?! He knows!"

"I can't believe you have a bigger IQ than me," he said.

She blinked. "What? What are you talking about?"

"We're still here ...together ...right?" It was so obvious that she didn't even nod. "So if he really does know, then he didn't get all freaked out about it."

"That can't be," she said, looking uncertain.

"Then maybe he doesn't know."

"But I closed the door! I know I did!"

"I don't remember anything except ..." He grinned and reached for her breast.

She slapped his hand away and got up. All she had to put on was her sleep wear, so she did that. She left Matt there and went to the kitchen. She didn't know what else to do. She finally decided to go take a shower and get dressed.

When she was finished in the bathroom she went back to the kitchen. Uncle Bob was there this time, standing at the stove cooking bacon. She didn't know whether to go in or run away. She was saved from having to decide which when he looked over his shoulder.

"Want bacon, or just eggs?"

"Um ...both, I guess."

"Is Matt up too?"

She had no idea what to say. She blushed. When she didn't answer he looked at her again. "Was he awake when you got up?"

"Uncle Bob," she said, her voice pleading. "We ... " He cut her off.

"It doesn't matter. I know he'll want bacon. I'll just cook it and if he's late he'll have to eat it cold."

His response astonished her. He wasn't yelling. He obviously knew and he wasn't yelling! She sat down.

He didn't say anything as he served her and then himself. He sat, eating. After five minutes, during which he cleaned his plate and she just moved her food around with her fork she couldn't stand it any longer.

"Aren't you going to yell at us?"

He looked up from his plate.

"Would it do any good?"

She didn't know how to answer that either.

"We need to get you on the pill," he said. "That's the main thing."

She was astounded. "I don't understand," she said softly.

"I'd rather you'd waited to become sexually active," he said. "But it's too late for that. What you really don't need is to get pregnant. So we need to make sure that doesn't happen."

"You're being so calm about this!" she moaned. "I don't understand why!"

"You're growing up," he said. "I don't know how I missed that, but you obviously are. And once Pandora's box is open, you can't close it again. I was young once, and I remember. I can see why Matt was interested. And I think I understand why you chose each other. As crazy as it sounds, I think I'd rather it be this way than have you running around with strange boys I don't know, who don't care about you other than for ... that."

"It was an accident," she said, unable to resist defending herself, even though defense wasn't needed.

"What I saw was no accident," he said, unable to resist making his point, even though he had decided not to overdo his response.

"But it was!" she insisted. "I had these strange feelings that I didn't understand and Matt explained it was because I was horny. I never felt horny before and he was trying to teach me to masturbate and things got crazy and..." She finally stopped talking.

Bob sighed. "Believe or not, that actually sounds logical... considering that it's you two we're talking about. It just never occurred to me that you might need help in that ... um ... arena. I haven't been a very good father figure."

"Yes you have!" she yipped.

"Not if you had to ask your brother to help you learn to do something like that," he said.

"I'd have asked you ... but you weren't there," she said.

"I'm glad you didn't," he sighed. "If you had ... based on how I felt last night ... well I'll just repeat that I understand why he was attracted to you."

His meaning sank into her brain like a small bomb that exploded, but didn't destroy anything. She knew Matt had gotten horny for her, and she was actually used to that idea now. But Uncle Bob too?!

The atmosphere in the house was unalterably changed after that. Bob took Clarissa to the doctor and got her a prescription for birth control pills. He discussed the importance with her about taking them regularly, which the doctor had also stressed. Bob also explained how they worked, which the doctor hadn't done.

For Matt and Clarissa, things were tumultuous for a few days. That was because their uncle didn't tell them what to do. Or, more importantly, what not to do. Matt argued that he hadn't ordered them to stop. Clarissa said he was an idiot of he thought that meant it was okay to go on doing it.

For Bob, it was impossible now to look at Clarissa and not think about the fact she was sexually active. Her astonishing physical maturity was impossible to ignore too, now that he was aware of it. As a consequence, he looked at her as a woman now.

Clarissa noticed that. It fit with what he'd said about knowing why Matt would want her.

Now both of the men she loved made her feel special and sexy when they looked at her.

The sexual tension in the house built steadily over the next few weeks as the teens both continued to consume overdoses of RD684. While no one at Davidson Biotec had thought about it, RD684 worked the same way in males as it did in females. If there was a hormonal imbalance, the drug sought to correct it.

Matt began to build muscle, and his beard and other body hair began to grow faster. His testicles and penis grew too, though to a lesser extent. What was in his balls became richer and more virile and his sex drive, already healthy, increased.

Clarissa's breast growth continued, though at a slower rate. Her ovaries and associated organs were now at peak health and the strange urges she felt became less and less strange as "horny" became the norm, rather than something new.

Bob kept trying to ignore what the youths had discovered together, but it was impossible for him not to think about his nubile niece, no doubt moaning and groaning as her brother thrust his hard prick deep in her belly. He masturbated more, these days, than he ever had in his life. The teens, trying not to make their liaisons obvious to their Uncle, attempted to assuage their desires when and where they got a chance, which meant they tried to schedule when they'd be horny.

In other words, whenever Bob wasn't around, Clarissa and Matt were naked, rutting in bed, as each strained to satisfy a lust that seemed to build, rather than go away.

It wasn't unusual for Clarissa's wide-spread and sucking pussy to gulp down three or four loads of Matt's thick, warm spunk every day.

The breaking point came when Matt went on a camping trip with some of his friends, leaving Clarissa and Bob alone.

Clarissa's need for a bra had become both obvious and immediate. She did the research on the internet, but she had to have help taking measurements to plug into the calculation for her proper bra size.

She asked Uncle Bob to help and, when she took off her top to facilitate the measuring process, Bob finally lost it.

She was shocked when he suddenly leaned forward to suck at a stiff nipple. Matt had never done this particular thing to her before, and her shock gave way almost immediately to a burst of lust that was only inflamed when she saw the lump in the front of her uncle's pants.

How they got naked, neither of them would be able to remember. But both would remember the first time he slid his aching adult boner into her quivering teen pussy.

"Mmmmmm, you're bigger than Matt," she murmured.

Her words were only the latest signal that she was completely receptive and, in the animal kingdom, a receptive female affects all males the same way. It had been a long time for Bob and her purr of approval unleashed the first of what would be four seminal offerings she got that night. Bob was more astounded than she was, which wasn't strange, since Matt could go five times in a single night.

What did astound her were all the different ways Bob taught her make love that night. She and Matt had only done the missionary and cowgirl positions. Bob taught her doggy style, the spoon fuck and how to fuck standing up in the shower. He also taught her oral sex, which neither teen had been willing to try before this. She became almost instantly addicted to the feel of a hot, hard prick in her mouth and the joy of feeling a tongue bathing her clitty.

She didn't learn what semen tasted like, though. Since she was on the pill, Bob deposited every drop of that in her sperm bank.

By the time Matt got home the next evening, Clarissa had two lovers, and all pretense at hiding anything had evaporated. Clarissa set up her own schedule. One night she slept with her brother, and the next she spent in her uncle's bed.

Within a week both men were happy they only had every other day access. Clarissa would have been quite happy fucking all day and all night. She was wearing them both out.

Vanessa, one of the researchers on Bob's staff stuck her head in the office door. "Bob, we may have another problem with RD684," she said.

Bob groaned. "What now?" The fact that the experimental menopause drug seemed to increase the sex drive of the women taking it had already caused a major uproar.

"Mrs. Jenkins and Mrs. Abernathy are both pregnant."

Bob's eyebrows almost rose into his hairline. "What?! I thought all the volunteers who might still be fertile were using birth control!"

Vanessa shrugged. "Both are in the early stages of menopause," she said. "Both were taking the pill. Mrs. Abernathy said that she and her husband hadn't had sex for six months until she got in the program, but she went back on the pill at our request."

"But if they were on the pill how did this happen?"

"Apparently the drug brings about a spike in estrogen during their menstrual cycle. It counteracts what the pill is supposed to prevent. With that spike, if there's an egg left in the ovaries, it gets released."

"Shit!" Bob exploded.

"It's not the end of the world," said Vanessa. "We just have to reserve it for use by women who are known to be infertile. All women run out of eggs sooner or later. That's what starts menopause in the first place," she said. "This kind of thing would be very rare side effect."

"We can't say it's rare if two of our test subjects suffered it!" moaned Bob. "And the whole point of RD684 is to mitigate the symptoms of menopause. It's quite common for those symptoms to take place up to a year before a woman is actually clinically in menopause!"

"We'll just have to recommend some form of contraception other than the pill," said Vanessa.

Bob was frustrated by the setbacks in the trials for RD684. The increase in libido might not be considered a problem by most people, but the pregnancy issue was a big one. There aren't many fifty and sixty year old women who want to have a baby, and even if they do, it's hard on both mother and child at that age.

And so, he may be forgiven, perhaps, if his desire to think about something other than work rose to the surface when he got home.

It was easy to forget the frustration while kissing and stroking and fucking his nubile teenage niece.

He groaned as his balls gave her another healthy dose of sperm-laced semen and her pussy arched up to receive it.

"It's so good to cum in you, baby," he moaned as his prick bucked and spat her belly full of cum.

"It's so good to feel you cumming in me," she whined as her pussy milked every drop of sperm from his prick.

They lay, cuddling afterwards, and he sighed.

"I'm going to have to stop doing this within five minutes of getting home. It's getting in the way of supper and I'm starved."

"Matt's making supper tonight," she whispered. "Stay right there and I'll get you a snack."

She hopped out of bed, reaching to seal his semen inside her by closing her pussy lips together with two fingers. Running around the house naked was completely normal these days. It wasn't unusual for her to be bedded twice before bedtime, and being naked both led to that and made it easier. She laughed at the look on Matt's face as she got a candy and ran back out of the kitchen.

She couldn't peel it, and press her pussy closed at the same time, so she just handed it to Bob when she got back.

"Eat that," she said. "It will take the edge off. Supper should be ready in ten minutes."

Bob took the candy from her and stared at it.

"Where did you get this?" he asked.

"From the snack cupboard," she said.

"The snack cupboard?"

"There were several boxes of them on the dining room table. I put them in the cupboard where they belong," she explained.

Bob felt faint. He'd forgotten about the samples completely.

"You've been eating these?" he croaked.

"Uh huh," she said brightly. "I like them too. We need to get more."

Her casual comment had Bob bouncing out of bed and running, naked, to the kitchen. Matt and Bob didn't run around naked as much as Clarissa did, so Matt was surprised when his uncle ran into the kitchen, followed by Clarissa who was still naked and still holding Bob's sperm in her pussy. In what looked close to panic, Bob tore open the doors to the snack cupboard. His hand darted in and came out with three boxes of candy.

"Where's the other one?" he gasped, opening the three boxes. There were only a dozen pieces left in one box.

"We ate them," said Clarissa. "Why? What's wrong?"

Bob stopped, frozen. "We ate them? You and who else?"

"Matt, of course," said Clarissa. "What's wrong?" She was starting to sound scared.

"It's not candy!" he groaned.

His mind flickered through the math necessary to provide the information that, even if both of them had eaten the RD684, there were overdose concerns added to the initial problem of young people taking the drug. He had no idea how that would affect a young woman, and even less than no idea how it might affect a male.

Dr. Fisher came out of the exam room and approached Bob. He was a friend of one of the physicians involved in the study. His friend had briefed him on what the study was about. Dr. Fisher had agreed to examine both teens, since he could keep the findings confidential, if necessary.

"They're fine," he said. Bob gave a huge sigh of relief. "That's the short story. But there do appear to have been some side effects."

"Such as?" asked Bob, anxious again.

"Her physical maturity is closer to a chronological age of twenty than sixteen," he said. "Matt's is about normal for his age range. From what I can tell, she got a lot more of the drug than he did."

"But she's okay?"

"Fit as a fiddle," said Dr. Fisher. He looked a little nervous. "This is a little awkward, but during the interview she admitted she's sexually active, and she couldn't remember when her last period was. She says she's on the pill, but I took the liberty of doing a pregnancy test. I hope that's okay. It's good that I did, though. She's about four or five weeks pregnant. I won't know for sure until we get an ultrasound. The point is that it's going to be very interesting to see how this affects her pregnancy. That can be hard on teenagers, but her body is at a place right now that I think will make things much easier for her."

"Pregnant." Bob's voice was dull. "Did you tell her?" asked Bob.

"Of course," said the doctor. "She was a little resistant to the idea that her birth control pills didn't work, but I explained how that sometimes happens."

"But they're both all right?" asked Bob.

"They seem as normal as the day is long, physically. And they get along much better than most siblings I've seen. They were so happy to have been found normal that they were actually kissing each other when I came out here to give you the news."

The End

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