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 Three Interludes for the Kitchen

   Interlude 1

   "Mom, I told you I didn't want to go away for school.  I want to stay
here and go to Ohio State."

   I was familiar with my mom and sister arguing, but this time was
different.  Julie was adamant and mom wasn't about to buckle.  Anyway, mom
started in on her most popular line, saying, "But Julie dear, don't you
want to go some place where you can meet a nice man for a husband?"

   Julie said, "No, mom.  I want to move in with Joey and go to school
here."

   "But dear, you can't live with your brother all your life.  Don't you
want to get married and have children some day?"

   "Mom, other brother and sister couples have kids and their children turn
out all right.  It's only a problem if you do it for several generations."

   Julie said this in such a matter of fact way that Mom thought about that
for a few seconds.  Then it hit here, the full force of what my sister
meant.  Mom stepped back and said, "I think I better go lie down." This was
her reaction when ever she encountered a situation she didn't want to deal
with.  She called it her 'delicate condition.'

   After mom left the room, I said to Julie, "That was pretty slick.  Now
we just have to deal with dad.  He might be tougher.  Do you want me to
handle him?"

   Julie said, "No, you leave it to me.  I think I know how to handle it.
Besides, you have the toughest job."

   I said, "Oh yeah?  What's that?"

   She said, "Living with me for the rest of your life."

   I said, "Oh yeah?  And what makes that so tough?" as I grabbed her and
pulled her to me.  She laughed and pretended to struggle, but she didn't
resist when I pulled her pants down.

   Interlude 2

   I had just gotten back from a long run and was sitting in the kitchen
eating a bowl of cereal when my sister walked in.  She stood in the doorway
for a moment then said, "Joey?"

   I was busy with the newspaper and my cereal, so I said, "Huh?" without
looking up.  I really wasn't ignoring her, I was just engrossed in what I
was doing.

   I didn't realize she was serious until, after a short pause she said
"Joey?" again.

   This time, I stopped reading and looked up and said, "Yes, Tiff? 
Sorry."

   She was looking at me and with a straight face she said, "I'm pregnant."

   This caused about a million different thoughts to go through my head. 
Finally, I said, "Are you sure?"

   She held out the pregnancy test kit and I could tell by the color of the
indicator that she was right.  I tried my best to straighten things out in
my mind.  All those years of being so careful.  I guess it just goes to
show, you can't be too careful.  I knew this was going to be toughest on
Tiffany.  Anyway, I got up and went over to her, put my arms around her and
led her to the table.  I pulled out a chair for her and sat down beside
her. Then I said, "Look, it will all turn out all right.  And no matter
what happens, I am going to be with you."

   That evening, when everyone was watching television, I broke the news to
mom and dad.  I stood before them and said, "Mom and dad, I have something
to tell you.  I got a girl pregnant."

   As I expected, Dad instantly got mad.  He said, "God dammit son!  What
got into you?" He stomped his feet, got up and paced the room, fuming. 
Then he said, "That's the worst possible news."

   I said, "No, actually it gets worse.  The pregnant girl is Tiffany."

   He stopped pacing and looked at me, his face like stone.  He yelled,
"Tiffany?  Your sister Tiffany?"

   I just nodded my head, afraid to speak.  Tiff started to cry.  She had
her arms wrapped around herself and was leaning back and forth, sobbing. 
Mom said, "Joseph Alonzo!  If you hurt Tiffany, so help me I'll ..." but
before she could finish Tiff jumped up and stood between mom and I.

   Tiff said, "No mom!  It's not Joey's fault!" Everyone was looking at her
and suddenly things seemed to calm down a little.  She continued, "At
least, not entirely.  I wanted it too.  Not the baby of course.  That just
happened.  But Joey certainly never hurt me.  And we didn't mean to hurt
anyone else." The room was deadly quiet.  Everyone just kept looking at
her, not knowing what to say.  After a long silence, Tiff said, "I'm sorry
if we hurt you."

   Then Dad said, "Get up to your room, both of you.  Your mom and I need
some time to sort this out."

   Half way up the stairs, Tiff stopped and looked at me.  She said, "Joey,
I'm so scared.  I don't want an abortion."

   I said, "I don't either.  Look, this child was conceived in love,
because we love each other, and it will be born into a loving family. 
You'll see.  Everything will work out okay.  Come on, I'll give you a back
rub."

   That seemed to make her feel better.  She smiled and said, "Isn't that
how we got into trouble to start with?  You giving me a back rub, then we
fooled around with less and less clothes on, until ..  well here we are!"

   Later dad called us back downstairs.  Dad started with, "We have several
options here.  The first is an abortion."

   I interrupted before he could go on, "Dad, we don't want an abortion. 
We .."

   But he interrupted me, "Just calm down.  I'm not saying that's the thing
to do.  I'm just saying that is one of the options.  Your mom and I don't
want that either, I just brought it up so we could take it off the table.
Okay?  All right.  Now then, another option is to do nothing, but we think
having a baby is hard enough, especially for someone that's only sixteen,"
looking at Tiffany.  "She will have a hard time at school, dealing with all
the other kids.  That's why we think the best option is number three, move
away.  That way, people won't know you two aren't married, you have the
same last name anyway.  People will think our son got a girl in trouble,
which he did," everyone now looking at me.  "He did the right thing by
marrying her and now the family is taking care of her and the baby."

   Interlude 3

   This is a work of fiction.  However, it was inspired by a true story. 
In March of 2007, four fifth grade students were arrested for having sex in
their classroom, and a fifth student was arrested as an accomplice.  The
students had returned to their classroom following a school assembly, and
because of a misunderstanding or miscommunication among the teachers, the
students were unsupervised for a period of time.  Two eleven year old girls
and two boys, ages twelve and thirteen, started to fuck in front of their
classmates.  Another eleven year old boy acted as a lookout but apparently
failed to see the teacher coming.

   I began to wonder about the other students in the class.  Did they enjoy
the scene?  Were they curious?  Jealous?

   ==

   Darren came home from baseball practice, plopped his school books on the
kitchen table and sat down across from his little sister.  He smiled
broadly at Donna and said, "Well, I guess you had some excitement in school
today!"

   Donna said, "Oh, you know about that?"

   Donna liked her big brother, not because he was her brother, but because
he wasn't like all the other brothers she had seen.  For instance, even
though he was several years older than she was, he still took time to talk
to her.  He even let her interrupt his homework if she had a question or
just wanted to talk.

   Darren said, "Of course.  It's all over the school."

   Donna returned to her homework, pretending to be more interested in her
math than the sex scene she had witnessed earlier in the day.  In truth,
she was extremely curious.  She wanted to keep the conversation going, so
she said, "Those girls are skanks.  And both Jeff and his doofus friend
should be in the next grade.  Tommy just shouldn't have gotten involved. 
He was looking the wrong way down the hall when the teacher came around the
corner and caught them all by surprise."

   Darren fixed himself a sandwich and sat down again to work on his
homework.  After a few minutes Donna said, "Do you think eleven years old
is too young for sex?"

   Darren said, "Well, apparently not."

   Donna said, "No, really.  Do you think eleven years old is too young for
sex?"

   Daren looked up from his book, thought for a moment, then said, "It
depends on who it is.  Some kids can handle it at that age and others can't
just yet."

   Donna said, "What about me?  Do you think I can handle it?"

   Darren wasn't sure where this was going, but he said, "Yes.  Yes, I
think you could handle it okay."

   Then Donna said, "Then, why don't we?"

   Darren was surprised.  He knew what she meant but he wanted to be sure
so he said, "Do what?  Why don't we do what?"

   Donna said, "Have sex.  Why don't we have sex?"

   Darren, still not sure, said, "You and me?"

   Donna said, "You and me."

   Darren got up from the table and as he moved toward the sink he said,
"Come here, I want to try something."

   Donna got up from the table and walked over to where Darren was standing
in front of the sink.  She stepped up close to him and as he folded her
into his arms, she instinctively closed her eyes and prepared for a kiss.
Darren kissed her on the lips, for the first time, and was surprised by how
good it felt.  She followed his lead, letting his tongue investigate her
mouth and then following suit with her tongue.

   They kissed for several minutes, neither one wanting to break the
embrace.  When they finally did, Darren whispered to her, "Is Dad home?"

   She whispered back, "Yes.  He's in the basement fixing the dryer."

   Darren said, "I'll meet you back here, in front of the sink, at one
o'clock.  Mom and dad will both be asleep so make sure they don't hear your
alarm."

   ==

   At one o'clock in the morning, Donna tiptoed down the stairs.  She
waited at the bottom for a moment, listening for any sounds from her
parents' room upstairs.  She went quietly into the kitchen.  The light
above the stove was on, just like every night, but she didn't see Darren. A
bitter disappointment flooded over her, but just as she turned to leave he
came through the door from the living room.  He said, "Your clock must be
slower than mine, or maybe I'm just anxious."

   Donna's knees were rubbery and she was shaking a little as she removed
her night gown.  She wished she had worn her pretty pink panties instead of
the plain old white ones she always wore to bed.  Then she thought it was
just as well because they were pretty wet from the excitement.

   Darren dropped his pajama bottoms and stepped out of them.  He wasn't
wearing any underwear so she could plainly see his cock.  It wasn't
anything she hadn't seen a million times before, in the bathroom, the
shower, or just passing in the hall upstairs.

   Of course Darren also knew all about what Donna looked like from those
same encounters.  Neither one had ever attempted to hide their nakedness
from the other.  Tonight however, everything looked different to Donna. 
Darren's cock looked bigger, huge in fact.  She wasn't sure how it would
fit inside her.

   Donna was worried that her breasts weren't big enough and she wished her
nipples hadn't gotten so big so fast.  They looked all out of proportion to
her delicate breasts.  Frankly, although Donna is afraid of being caught by
their parents, the small things seem to worry her even more.

   Darren disappears for a moment but quickly returns from the back room
with a sleeping bag.  He quietly unrolls it on the floor between the table
and the sink.  He motions for her to lie down and when she does she can see
the bottom of the kitchen table and all the gobs of chewing gum she and
Darren had stuck there over the years.

   Darren positions himself so that he can kiss and suck on her pussy.  As
he begins to arouse her, Donna thinks back to the scene that unfolded in
front of her in the classroom today.  She wondered if the two girls felt
the same way she does now.  Then, as a brand new feeling sweeps over her,
she thinks about the expression on the boys faces as they were fucking the
girls, and it seems to amplify what is happening to her right now.  Without
thinking, she squeezes her legs together, trapping her brother in their
grasp.  This seems to make him work his tongue harder, digging it deeper
into her soft folds.  She gives in to the feeling of euphoria that is
engulfing her whole being and it seems to go on a long time.

   Eventually, Darren raises his face to look into hers and she drifts back
down to earth.  She wants to ask him about it, what happened to her, what
it was that he did.  However, when she tries to speak all that comes out
are soft moans.  Then he is on top of her, covering her body like a shade,
but not pressing down.  She can feel his penis as it presses against her
opening, then all of a sudden, he's in.  He is inside her and she can
scarcely believe it.

   Even as inexperienced as she is, Donna can tell when Darren has come. 
She doesn't feel any different, but she can tell by his face and the way he
grips the sleeping bag.  He carefully slides out of her and drops to the
floor beside her.  As their breathing subsides, Donna begins to cry. 
Darren immediately tries to comfort her, apologizing and wiping away the
tears but she gently covers his mouth with her hand and shakes her head no.
When everything is quiet again, they return to their own bedrooms.

   The next day, Donna is very tired.  She does her best to get through the
morning but she also has this heavy feeling of guilt.  Did she take
advantage of Darren?  Will he treat her different now?  She sits down to
lunch at her favorite table, with her favorite friends.  As she unpacks her
lunch she notices there are two Twinkies.  Mom must have made a mistake. 
She always splits the pack so Darren gets one and Donna gets one.  As if
she doesn't feel guilty enough, she knows Darren will be mad.  Twinkies are
his favorite lunch treat.

   Donna picks up one and then the other, noticing that one of them has a
note stuck to the bottom.  As she reads the note, it is all she can do to
keep from crying.  The note, written in Darren's hand says, "D., You are
the most important person, ever.  You are so perfect for a sister.  D."