She cleared her throat and continued, “After that I couldn’t stop thinking about you and your cock. The next night, I just started masturbating over and over again. I must have cum three times before I heard the door open. I thought you were going to come in and see me, and I wanted you to fuck me so bad I came again just thinking about it.”
Oh my god! Was my sperm hypnotic? There might have been trace amounts in my underwear, and after tasting it Katey had a crush on me. And Jen had some in the milk that morning, diluted sure, but still, then after having a full dose was absolutely wild about me. I wondered if Katey would be more affectionate after I’d cum in her last night, but I suppose that alone would normally make some more affectionate, so had no way of knowing. Wait, this is crazy sci-fi. This can’t be true.
“It is probably just hormones in our systems driving us crazy,” I said scientifically. I’m sure that’s it, but I suppose we could always test that theory. “Jen, what does Lisa think of me?”
“She’s always thought you were a little dweeb just like I did until a few days ago.”
“And she still thinks that right?” I tried to confirm.
“As far as I know,” Jen answered, “I mean, Katey had been her best friend, and now that you’re dating her… Well, let’s just say she said some pretty unkind things about you and was mad at me for telling her to stop.”
Great, now, this last part might be tricky, but if Jen was as infatuated with me as it seemed, maybe she would help me again like she had with Katey. “I want to give her a present to apologize for stealing Katey from her, can you help me?”
Instantly Jen perked up and said, “That sounds like a great idea!” Then she started listing off gift ideas of clothes, music, flowers, and on and on.
“I want to do something personal, and that she can eat or drink…” I suggested.
“Oh! She LOVES this sweet butter at Bread Barrel.” That was one of the local bakery restaurants, they also sold their stuff in little take home containers.
“Perfect! Could you go get some for me?” I asked, “I’ll pay you back.”
She just jumped up and hugged me with a smile, “Don’t be silly. Anything to help my little brother!” Then she was gone up the stairs. I followed and heard her telling mom that she was going out for a bit and soon her car was driving off. Okay, this plan could work and prove once and for all I was attractive and studly, and not just a horny bio-terrorist date-rapist.
I sat and enjoyed some breakfast and figured what to do next. Mom asked about my date, since she’d heard about it from Jen. I told her it was great and that I was dating Katey now. She nodded and said then in a serious tone, “Then it’s time we had the talk.”
Oh crap. I didn’t want to talk to my mother about sex and girls. I mean, I’d already lost my virginity last night so I was all set right? I knew about STD’s and condoms and pregnancy. I mean schools teach us that from the fourth grade up now. I was dreading her next words until after I’d heard them, then I was riveted. “It’s about you father.”
“What about my father?” She had always deflected questions about him and said he didn’t matter at all.
Mom looked upset, but continued, “Well. He was a doctor at the hospital I worked at, and he was a real ladies man. I don’t know what it was, but he had every nurse, even the married ones, fawning all over him. Me included.” Then she sighed, “I was married to a good man and had a daughter already, just a newborn when I went back to work and he had just started working there. Suddenly, and I had no idea why, I fell in love with him and cheated on my husband with him, numerous times. I was totally head over heels for him, even though I knew he was still sleeping around with the other nurses, and even some of the patients.”
She paused to take a sip of her coffee and I was stunned to hear this from my very conservative mother. She’d always been strict and proper; now she was telling me she was a slut for a jerk who was my biological father? Wait, then that makes Jen only my half-sister? After I collected my thoughts and she finished her sip she kept going, “I got pregnant and my husband knew it wasn’t his. He wanted a divorce, and I agreed. He was the best man I’d ever known, and he just left me, and I couldn’t blame him, but I didn’t even care at the time.” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
“I told your father that I was pregnant and he demanded I get an abortion. And I almost did too, but then something happened. I’m not sure what, but it was like waking up from a bad dream. I think God smacked some sense into me. One minute I was saying goodbye to you as I filled out the paperwork to get an abortion, then I almost heard a voice saying ‘No’. Like you demanded to live and woke me up.” Then she reached up and stoked my cheer lovingly, “I could never kill my child and suddenly I saw your father for what he was; and evil bastard who seduced and used women as toys.”
“So I reported him for inappropriate medical practices and he was going to lose his job, and probably go to jail when he left town and disappeared. I never saw him again and hope I never do. But Jen’s father had moved on and wanted nothing to do with me. I know this must all seem like a crazy soap opera to you, but the point is this: I love you, and will never stop loving you, but I want to promise me one thing.”
I looked at her and she gave me a very serious look, “Sure, anything.”
“Promise me that you will always treat women as people and not toys,” she said with gravity and waited for me to respond.
“Absolutely Mom. I promise.”
“Good,” she relaxed a bit. “I told this to your sister when she started dating a few years ago, and I’m sorry she started treating you badly. I was worried that she was taking out her rage for not having a father on you, but I’m glad to see you two getting along again.”
“Yea…” I smiled nervously, “Were getting along great.” And I left to go to my room to think about what she had said.