Chapter 7

When Cora and Bob sauntered into the living room everyone was watching a movie. Liz was lounging in a recliner and her two daughters were lying around too, Kathy on a beanbag chair and Jill on the couch. Mindy sat on the couch too, with Jill's feet in her lap. Everyone looked up when the two adults entered the room.

Jill looked pointedly at Kathy. "I told you so!" she smirked.

Kathy just shook her head and rubbed her belly. The baby was beginning to move around and it felt strange.

Liz spoke up. "Mind your tongue young lady." she chided, facing Jill.

Mindy had just stared at her mother. Now she spoke. "Did you really Mother?"

"Did I what?" asked Cora, trying to act normal.

"Did you have sex with Uncle Bob?"

Cora spluttered. "Why in the world would you think that?"

Mindy's gaze didn't falter. "Jill said that's what you guys were probably doing. Aunt Liz got mad at her."

Liz frowned. "Jill, you HAVE to learn to watch that mouth of yours. You think you're being cute, but sometimes it's not funny."

"Well, did you?" insisted Mindy, looking at her mother.

Cora had known this would happen sooner or later, but she thought she'd have some time to plan for it. She turned around and looked at Bob.

Bob stepped forward and got on one knee in front of Mindy.

"How would you feel about it if we HAD done that?" he asked his niece.

"I'm not sure" she answered. "Did you?"

"Lets say, for the sake of argument, that I not only had sex with your mother, but I bought your house too and now you are going to have to move. How would you feel about it now?"

"I DON'T WANT TO MOVE!" said Mindy standing up. "I LIKE OUR HOUSE!"

"What about the other?" asked Bob.

"Do you love my mother?" asked Mindy.

"Yes I do." answered Bob immediately.

"And do you love Aunt Liz and Kathy and Jill too?" asked the precocious teen.

"Yes I do, very much."

Her green eyes bored into his brown ones. "And what about me Uncle Bob? Do you love me too?"

He didn't hesitate. "Yes I do." he said.

Mindy turned to her mother. "Are you pregnant?"

Cora was so unprepared for this question that she blurted "I don't think so!" Her eyes went wide and she slapped her head with one open hand.

Mindy bored in like a lawyer after an incriminating statement. "So you DID have sex with him, didn't you Mother?"

"WHY DO YOU HAVE TO KNOW?" cried Cora, sitting down, her eyes filling with tears.

Mindy went over to her and sat on her lap, hugging her. "Don't cry Mom, it's OK. I know Daddy's been cheating on you and I don't blame you for cheating back."

The only sound in the room was suddenly an ogre singing a song on TV.

Cora had stopped crying suddenly, like a faucet that's been turned off. "What do you mean cheating?"

Mindy wiped her mother's cheek. "Come ON Mom, every time he comes home his clothes smell like perfume, and it's not YOUR perfume. You can't tell me you didn't notice that."

"I didn't." protested Cora. "I really didn't!"

"Mom, do you love Uncle Bob?"

Again Cora was so unprepared she just answered. "Yes, of course!"

"OK. As long as you love him and he loves you then I guess I don't mind if he makes a little sister for me." Mindy kissed her astonished mother on the forehead and stood up. She went to stand in front of her uncle. "We learned in school that it's the man's chromosomes that determines the sex of the baby. I want a sister, not a brother. And we're NOT moving!"

Then to everyone's astonishment she went back to the couch and sat down, lifting Jill's feet up and sitting down under them again.

She looked over at her mother again. "And Mom, I think maybe I should be allowed to go out on some dates. Can we discuss that when we get home?"

Cora just nodded.

The ride home was even more interesting than the ride to Liz's had been. Now both Cora and Mindy KNEW who the father of all those babies were. AND, they both knew that the same monster prick that had made those babies had recently been busy inside Cora, possibly making another one.

But Mindy's primary focus was on the idea of being allowed to date. There was long discussion about what she was and was NOT allowed to do on these dates and, while there wasn't full agreement between them on the rules, Mindy accepted her mother's restrictions on what was OK and not.

And Mindy DID start going places with boys. And when a boy asked her what she wanted to do, she was very forthcoming about it. She wanted to go bowling. She wanted to go roller skating. She wanted to watch this or that movie. She wanted to go to this or that store at the Mall and hang out. What she DIDN'T do was agree to go parking, or "to my house ... my parents aren't there".

That's not to say she didn't experiment. She did that with abandon too. She loved kissing and pressing her young body against a hard male one. And she didn't mind when a boy slid his hand to her teen breasts and squeezed them. But when they wanted to do more than that she put her foot down, telling them quite plainly that, if they wanted another date, they had to play by HER rules. She loved the feeling of being in control.

It was nine on a Friday night when Bob's doorbell rang. He'd been working on a scale model of a New England fishing trawler and put the hull down. When he opened the door Mindy was standing there alone.

"Mindy!" he smiled. "To what do I owe this honor?"

"Oh, I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd drop in and see you." she said.

"Right." he said, holding the door open so she could come in. "I'll just call your mom and let her know you're here."

"OK, OK, I was on a date with Tommy Robbins and I made him bring me here." she said, looking grumpy.

"And why in the world did you do that?" asked her Uncle. "Are you OK?"

"Yes, Tommy's no real problem. He's horny all the time, but I can handle him."

"Oh really?" said Bob, picking up the phone. "Still, your mother needs to know where you are. And that you're not still with Tommy." he added.

"OK" sighed Mindy. She wandered around, looking at pictures on the wall, and the knick knacks Bob had ammased over the years. She picked up a pair of handcuffs and peered at them, looking at her Uncle and then back to the cuffs.

Cora answered after two rings. "Hi sweets, it's me" said Bob. "Mindy had her date drop her off here. I think we're going to talk for a while and then I'll bring her home. Hmmmm? Sure, I'll get her."

He held out the phone to Mindy who rolled her eyes and took it, putting down the handcuffs.

"Hello? Hi Mom. No, it was OK. He just wanted to do some stuff I didn't want to do so I told him to bring me here. What? No, I don't think so. Wait a minute." She turned to Bob and said "We're not going to have sex are we?"

Bob swallowed and then made his voice steady. "I doubt it very much sweetie. Is that why you came here?"

Mindy shook her head. "I'm not sure. I just wanted to talk ... to a man."

Bob took the phone back. "Cora I think we're just going to talk for a while. I'll call you if things change, OK? OK, just relax. I'll call you later. You still coming over tomorrow? Good. I'll see you then. Bye."

Bob hung up and turned to his niece. "So, you want to tell me what's going on?"

"Why do you have handcuffs?" asked Mindy, picking them up again.

"I have a friend who's a detective and I helped him catch a criminal. He gave those to me as a joke afterwards. Now, you want to tell me what's going on?" he repeated.

"Tommy wanted me to ... do things." she said, as if that explained everything.

"What kind of things?" asked Bob.

"Touch him." She said. Then she flopped down in a chair. "He wanted me to give him a blow job."

"What do you know about blow jobs?" asked her uncle.

"I know enough to know that I don't want Tommy Robbins' penis in my mouth," said the girl who Bob had thought was a lot more innocent than she apparently was.

"So you've had somebody's penis in your mouth before?" asked Bob, his own organ beginning to respond to the idea of her sweet lips around a hard prick.

"No" she said, as if she were saying she hadn't bought those new shoes she had her eye on yet, but it wouldn't be long. "But I know how to do it. My friend Marjori told me all about it."

"Oh, I see," said Bob, stifling a smile.

"Why do boys always want a blow job anyway?" asked Mindy.

Bob sat down on the couch and crossed one leg over the other. "Well, I guess because it feels so good. We men are sort of wired that way. All men like to have a woman play with their ... uh penis." He opted for the clnically correct word.

"Has my mom ever given you a blow job?" asked the girl.

"Well, sweetheart, that's something you should ask your mother. It really isn't nice for a man to talk about what he and a woman do without her permission."

"Well, whatever you two do, my mother loves it. I've never seen her so happy since she started having sex with you." Mindy said pragmatically.

"And you're still OK with that?" asked Bob.

"Yes. Daddy stays gone longer and longer. I love him, but I don't like him very much. I've been wanting a sister forever, and I don't think he even tries any more when he comes home."

"I'm sorry to hear that pumpkin," said Bob. He meant it too.

"It's OK. Mom keeps taking her temperature every day and staring at the callendar. I think I'm going to get a sister before too long." She was quiet for a while. Then she looked up. "What's it like?"

"I'm not sure I understand what you're asking," said Bob.

"Sex. Nobody will tell me what it's like. Well nobody I believe anyway. Jill still won't talk to me. Aunt Liz said Jill would be grounded until her baby graduates from High School if she said anything to me. I don't think that's fair. We're the same age."

"Having sex and getting pregnant is a big decision and Jill is very young." Mindy started to say something and Bob held up his hand to stop her. "I know that up until seventy-five or eighty years ago lots of girls used to start families at her age, but this is a different world. I just don't think they want you to do something you might be sorry you did later on. And there's your mother to think about."

Mindy blushed. "Mom says I can do what I want, as long as I don't get pregnant. She says I can't get pregnant until after I'm fifteen. I think she was kind of desparate when she said that. I mean she was trying to get me to wait a little while at least. I think she figures since Jill and Kathy ... and Aunt Liz and maybe even her are pregnant, that I'll want to get pregnant too."

Bob was solemn. "And are you thinking about wanting to get pregnant?"

Mindy looked up. "Not exactly. I'd really like to see what it's like to TRY to get pregnant, but I don't really care if I get pregnant or not. I mean I'll be happy either way I think. It kind of depends on who the guy is.

"I see." he said in his deep voice. "And when will you be fifteen?"

"You know it's tomorrow." she said frowning, but blushing again.

Bob's prick jumped in his shorts. "And did that have anything to do with you telling Tommy to bring you here?"

"No, not really. I just got to thinking about how IF I was going to give somebody a blow job, it would have to be somebody I liked a lot and wouldn't mind having his penis in my mouth. And I couldn't think of anybody like that. And then I remembered at the family reunion, when Kathy pulled your shorts down. And I saw your penis."

"And what made you remember that?" asked Bob.

"Well, Tommy pushed his against me when we were kissing."

"OK" said Bob.

"And it didn't feel like there was hardly anything there," said Mindy.

"Oh," said Bob.

"Could I see yours again?" Mindy blurted. She blushed and wouldn't look at him.

"Would you be willing to wait until your mother gets here?" asked Bob. "To see it, I mean?"

"You mean look at it while Mom's here? In the room?" asked the teen.

"Yes," said Bob. "I mean we told her we weren't going to have sex. I don't lie to your mother.

"But we aren't going to have sex!" said Mindy. "I just want to look at it."

"Yeah, well, those things have a way of going farther than you think they're going to go," said Bob. "I thought you and your Mom had this new closer relationship."

"We do! Honest. And I like it a lot. But wouldn't it be wierd for us both to be here when you ... you know ... show it to me?"

"No" said Bob simply. "But your mother might. What do you say you call her and ask her about that? We said we'd call if things changed. See what she thinks. That's what she's there for, after all."

Mindy seemed to relax, and smiled. "Yeah, I guess you're right. OK."

This time it was Mindy who called her mother. "Hi, it's me again. Yeah, well, I sort of changed my mind and I asked Uncle Bob if he'll let me look at his penis, but he won't do it unless you're here too."

Mindy had a way of cutting to the chase. She was very direct.

"Mom? Are you there?" she asked the phone. "Yes" she said. Then she rolled her eyes again. "So you'll come over? OK Good. See you soon. I love you. Bye."

She put the phone down. "I think she's upset. She said to wait until she gets here."

"OK good," said Bob. "That's why I thought it would be good to call her."

When Cora's car came to a stop in Bob's driveway her hands were trembling. She took a breath and went to the door, opening it and stepping inside. She heard the TV on in the living room and peeked in there. Bob and Mindy were sitting on the couch. Mindy was curled up next to him and his arm was around her. They were fully clothed.

"Hi!" she called out, stepping back. She closed the front door and walked into the living room. No one had moved. They really were just sitting there, watching TV.

"Hi Mom" said Mindy.

"Hi sweetie," said Bob.

"So what's up?" asked Cora.

Mindy looked half over her shoulder. "I wanna give Uncle Bob a blow job, but he won't let me unless you're here." Mindy had always been embarrassingingly direct.

"Hey!" said Bob. "You didn't say that at all! You said you wanted to SEE it again."

Mindy looked up at her uncle. "Adults are so dumb!" she grumbled. "Why did you think I was talking to you about blow jobs?"

Cora had to sit down. "You were talking to Bob about blow jobs?"

"I just told him that Tommy tried to get me to give him a blow job, but I didn't want to because the only penis I want in my mouth is the penis of a man I like." Again she looked pointedly at Bob.

"And then you said you wanted to see my penis again," said Bob with understanding dawning.

"And you said Mom had to be here," said Mindy.

"Why?" asked Cora. "I mean why would you want me to be here when ... well, when you ... Oh this is too strange." sighed Cora and she sat down.

"I just thought things were getting to the point where they might um ... well get out of hand," said Bob.

"SEE!" said Cora to her daughter. "I TOLD you that things get out of hand when you start doing things with boys."

"But I didn't DO anything with Tommy!" said an indignant Mindy. "I just wanted to do them with Uncle Bob."

Cora thought about the last time SHE had put her mouth on her brother's rod. It had been absolutely the most fun thing she'd done in a long time. She'd offered to suck Todd, but he said that was slutty, and that he could never kiss her again if she did it. And making love to Bob's mammoth prick with her mouth had been like having an extra large ice cream cone, except that it didn't melt. She thought about Mindy's sweet lips wrapped around the same penis and suddenly, from nowhere, she got ... wet.