Hello,
A little housekeeping first. Nothing of this story is real, it's all imaginary. All characters involved in any 'adult' activity is over the age of 18. I already know that the premise of this story is preposterous. Don't @ me. It's just a lark.
General warnings: incest, impregnation theme, manipulation.
Now the story...
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The siblings all sit around the kitchen table quietly eating their "regular" family dinner waiting to find out why their mother has demanded an extra family meal this week. They all nervously poke at their food and pass furtive glances at each other.
Brooke had to drag her husband, Lionel, away from his golf game to attend. She has openly loathed going to unscheduled family functions. She has avoided unscheduled family events due to the emotional stress that they induce on everyone involved, except for the person calling for it. In this case, Brooke's mother. Brooke and Lionel try to stay unnoticed as long at they can since there is a long history of Brooke's mother laying blame and responsibility at Brooke's feet first since she is the eldest at 25, has finished her education, is married, and has a professional position as a nurse.
Sierra and her husband Alex whisper to each other like thieves about to get caught. The tension is thick in their voices. They are both bewildered by the impromptu dinner. Alex secretly wishes that he had something to do at his parents instead, so that he and his wife wouldn't need to be here. He feels guilty about it instantly since that would leave Lionel alone as the remaining 'outsider' at the table. Sierra registers his desire to be elsewhere, especially since she shares that desire.
Ashley, Micah, and Michelle stare at their respective plates. All three of them are angry that they are being forced to waste another Friday evening humoring their mother, after spending the entire week trying to dodge her obviously building wrath. They've just recently returned from their respective universities after the end of the spring semester, which lands them back into the last housing arrangement at their mother's home.
Ashley is running equations through her head as a distraction. Michelle and Micah are talking back and forth with their version of a 'thieves' cant' under the table.
Michelle's left hand wiggles and writhes in the air above her knee, "I think Mom's on her 'red time.' Want to bet $5?"
Micah's face gets dark. "No... wanker's bet." Micah's right hand responds. His hands make crude gestures.
Michelle's hand weaves through the air. "What do you think this is about?"
After a bit of 'silence,' Micah's hand indicates all of the the women at the table except their mother, cuts the air for a negative and then gently rubs his stomach. "None of you are pregnant yet."
Michelle chokes on her own saliva trying not to laugh out loud. Her hand opens and closes quickly three times with a modified question mark. "Seriously?"
Micah's hand reiterates "Red' calendar. What do you think? Look at the Calendar, it's June. Duh." Micah waits a moment, allowing his sister a moment to think before continuing with his signing. "June. Where's Dad? Duh."
Michelle sighs softly before flipping her brother off.
"I'm sorry." Sarah growls at her youngest progeny. "What did I tell you two about that bullshit sign language at my dinner table? If you're going to do that, at least use real sign language. Besides most twins have a verbal language not some retard version of deaf language." She's staring daggers at the bohemian dark blonde young man with several scars across his face and neck and the perfectly manicured naturally raven haired Gothic doll. Michelle and Micah glance at each other with their faces brightening. Simultaneously, they push their plates away and face each other in order to shift their conversation to ASL. Sarah's eyes narrow. "Now you're just being rude. No one else understands ASL."
"Sorry, Mom." they respond in unison. "We thought you were giving us permission."
"If you two are done eating... What about the rest of you? Are you finished like your baby brother and sister." Sarah asks the rest of her children and the two in-laws.
"Mom." Ashley squeaks. "They're adults. They just finished their freshman year. In programs that are not only respectable... but that you approved of." Her shoulders are hunched as she tries to look small using her uncontrolled dirty blonde frizzy hair as a curtain to hide her face.
"Excuse me, Ash?"Sarah barks. "Since when did you get disrespectful?"
Brooke sighs and glances at her husband, who shrugged. Adjusting her scrubs, she states, "Mom, stop. Ash doesn't speak up much," she intervenes knowing full and well that she is going to drag all of their mother's wrath onto her and potentially her husband. "She only speaks up when there is a truth to be remembered or pointed out. As much of pains in the ass that Mickey and Michie are being, they are adults. And, yes, they are abusing their youth but in order to point out that we're all here at your request, and uncomfortably so. None of us understand why we're here right now. The three of them may not have had any plans for tonight, which I doubt, I know that the four of us did have plans."
Sarah's turns her full attention to her eldest daughter. "Oh? Are we going back to the old days where you distract me from their poor behavior?"
"Mom." Brooke replies forcefully. "What is this about?" Brooke can see Micah trying to get her attention without their mother noticing. He is exaggeratedly tapping on his watch. She glances at her own watch and sees the date, and instantly remembers the date that their father completed suicide.
A suicide done in order to avoid having the family ex-communicated from the Church for his homosexual activities, seven years ago. The day that the family found out that the man they called 'Dad' was not in fact their biological father. Their mother was his 'beard,' and that their biological father was a friend of his in a loveless marriage with a sterile, hateful, and abusive woman related to the higher ranks of the Church, similar to their mother's relationship with the Church. Despite the fact that none of this information was made public, the children was ex-communicated anyway. Their mother was allowed to stay, provisionally. Sarah had since lost control over her children's spiritual growth. She instead changed over to trying to control her children through other psychological or social methods. To date, her children have resisted her attempts at control. Sarah can only maintain control as long as they are dependent on her for their health insurance. Brooke and Sierra have escaped this control, but still maintain contact because they feel some connection / obligation to their mother.
Sierra coughs loudly, "You never have required us to be here on any other evening than Wednesday unless there's a reason. We're waiting to find out what is the reason to have us here for an extra family meal this week... especially on a weekend night."
Sarah sighs heavily. "Fine." she growls. "The reason I have you here tonight is I want to know why I don't have grandchildren yet." She states firmly. "Brooke and Micah have been the closest to giving me grandchildren" All five of the children look at each other confused. The two husbands are feeling further confused. After all are they are actively trying to create children with their wives. Lionel and Alex both know their personal struggles with creating children with their wives. Micah feels the dirty looks from his sisters as to why he is being given a soft pass in the situation. Micah is also confused, as to why he's not being shoved into the main focus of the conversation.
Michelle gets angry, "Mom, what the fuck is going on? Brooke and Leo have been struggling to have a kid. And Micah isn't even in a relationship right now. You're talking about grand kids. What is going through your head?"
Grunting Sarah responds, "Brooke and Leo have had several mishaps. Your brother has had a few mishaps with a couple of women. I'm not going to shame anyone for miscarriages. But seriously, what's going on with the rest of you? You're pretty, you're smart, you're good prospects for for marriage. Sierra and Alex have had two years for something to happen. Do none of you want children of your own?"
Every one of the siblings feel the hair on their necks and arms stand up on their own volition as they all realize something is seriously wrong. The twins are the first to recover. Micah makes several hand movements while glancing at Michelle. Michelle openly glares at Micah. Micah lowly growls and states, "Have we come to this? Michie, tell me plainly," he commands.
"Do it, bitch," she snaps back. She stands up, slapping the flats of her palms on the table and loudly declares, "Bru, Leo, Sierra, Al... all of you need to get. Go home. We'll fill you in later."
Brooke and Sierra both leap to their feet, shoving their chairs back. "You don't get to tell us what to do!" Sierra shouts. "Exactly! Where do you get off telling us what to do?" Brooke says hotly. Both of their husbands look confused, and is trying to get a hold of the arm of their respective wives to make a hasty escape.
"Fine." Michelle replies, "Stick around. But, I'm giving you an out. Shit's about to get ugly. This is your last chance to get out before the shouting starts." Both of the men immediately leave the table and start to gather the coats and other belongings for their wives. Michelle can hear them both say things to the effect of that they don't want to be involved in family matters and that they think that the youngest sister has a specific plan / idea to deal with the uncomfortable conversation.
Sarah starts to protest, but is cut off by Michelle. "Unless you plan on having a completely empty house within the next 48 hours, I'd advise you to shut the fuck up, mother. Micah and I have places to go for the night, maybe longer. Right now. Ashley will disappear without a word soon after. If you don't want to become an isolated bitter and widowed bitch within two days, keep your mouth shut." Michelle says hatefully. Michelle notices the lack of movement from her elder sisters. "I'm sorry. Did I not explain the situation clearly enough? Get your married asses out of here. Salvage your evenings with your husbands." Micah quietly stands and moves over to and hovers over the menfolk to serve as a constant reminder that they need to leave. He gently hands them items that they forgot to pick up. Calmly, he then shoos his eldest sisters out of the house despite their protests.
