Chapter 2: We All Have to Do It

“You guys are just kidding, right?” questioned Brady Porter. He was looking inquiringly at his niece and nephew sitting at the dinner table with him with their dinner plates of hash browns, corn on the cob and prime beef patties with packet gravy.

It had taken Brady a whole 5 minutes to come up with this rather inane sounding question. Being asked if his niece could sleep in the nude with him had stunned him into silence. His initial mental re-action had been to recoil with a very profound and definite NO! ... or more precisely ... NO FUCKIN’ WAY!

Of course for Brady Porter the actual ‘thought’ of this gorgeous young niece of his sleeping naked next to him in bed was indeed a very pleasant one but the guilt factor from the moral perspective heavily outweighed the entertainment value of such dreams. Coupled with that was the fact that this was his brother’s daughter he was looking at and not just some really cute kid from down the street. Joe would take to him with a blunt butcher’s knife if he thought his brother had sexually molested one of his own kids. On that fact Brady was most certain.

The other factor was of course the completely bizarre nature of the question itself. It was just so right out of left field and just so totally unexpected that Brady had to question himself seriously as to whether he had even heard right. When his mind had decided that he wasn’t going insane and that his hearing wasn’t defective he just sputtered out this one simple question. This question just had to have a ‘yes’ to it ... YES - these guys WERE just joking and this was all just some practical joke as pay back for some of the practical jokes he had played on them down through the years.

When no response was forth coming from either Chrissy or Jay Brady re-worded his inquisition.

“Now come on guys. You aren’t serious are you now? This ... this ... this is just something you’ve cooked up with your mates at school, right! You just want to see what I say and do so you can all have a good laugh at your poor old Uncle Brady in class tomorrow about what an ol’ pervert he is ... right?”

Chrissy’s blonde head was still pointing directly at her half eaten dinner but her eyes were switched hard left in a solid unflinching stare at her uncle. Jay’s head was also pointing down at his dinner plate but his eyes were switched left at his sister in silent anticipation of her response - if indeed she was ever going to give one.

Brady Porter had swallowed what ever was in his mouth and had put his knife and fork down. He then looked up from his own plate and said very quietly, “Look, you guys, I don’t know what sort of shit is going on here right now but you guys had better cut it out real soon or nice, kind, Uncle Brady will become one hell of a bitch. What ever this joke is all about is making me real nervous and kinda angry. So ... come on, Jay ... tell me ... tell me that Chrissy wanting to sleep in the nude with me is just some lunatic idea to get me in trouble or some shit like that ... RIGHT!”

Brady was looking at his nephew with a cold mean stare but it was young Chrissy who finally spoke up to answer her uncle’s questions. She quietly put down her knife and fork and folded her hands very primly across her lap. After that she said with her soft sweet voice, but with a deadly serious tone, “It’s ... it’s ... it’s not a joke. It’s ... it’s ... it’s for school. It’s for our ... for our Gensex class. We all ... we all have to do it!”