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Chapter 72
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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 072
Universe: Second Best
Summary: A full-length novel that follows several young couples and their
families through the period immediately preceding their Senior Prom.
Keywords: nosex
Keywords for full story: F-solo, Ff-inc, M+F Ffm MF mf oral anal bd D/s Mg-
inc Fm-inc mm mmf rom MF-reluc
Chapter 72
The plan
Padma followed her daughter into the den, and hissed, urgently,
"Daughter! What are you talking about?"
Dolores smiled, "First, let's clear the air a bit. Who took your
virginity, Mama?"
Padma stared. Dolores looked back confidently, telling her all she
needed to know. Dropping her eyes, Padma husked, "Your uncle Ganesh."
Dolores nodded, "I told you that Uncle Rajiv and I had quite a
conversation. Was that the only time?"
Padma sighed. "No, we were lovers for several weeks before Papa
caught us. He whipped us both soundly, and sent Ganesh away for several
months..."
"...And even that didn't stop you, did it?" Dolores grinned.
"No. Time, and distance, and my love for your father ended that part
of our relationship. How did you loosen your Uncle Rajiv's tongue?"
"He was trying to prove that getting a blowjob from his thirteen year
old niece was no big deal. I agreed with him. Besides, he had talented
fingers!" Dolores laughed. After her initial expression of shock faded,
Padma shared her daughter's grin. Dolores continued brusquely, "So, let's
forget the big outrage thing over incest."
"What did you mean about having brothers and sisters?"
"Mama, I KNOW you want more children - and Poppa does, too! Until
today, I never understood why it didn't happen."
"I'm too old."
"Not yet, you're not - but by the time Timmie and I finish college and
I'm ready, you will be! I propose that we fill in that time productively -
that way you won't have to wait five years to have children running around
here - that aren't even YOURS!"
"Daughter, telling you did not cure your father's condition!" Padma
announced.
"No, but now that I'm aware of it, I can make both of you look at the
alternatives!"
"Adoption? Artificial insemination? I would not spit on your father's
pride with the former, and I'm too old to start in with the latter.
Besides, it's too clinical. It's not a family thing. We'd never know who
the sperm donor was, or what we would get. I couldn't saddle your father
with the expense and the pain of probably a dozen monthly trips to some
clinic before an injection of some unknown person's spunk made me pregnant."
"I was thinking of something a whole lot more personal," Dolores
replied. Padma raised her eyebrow, and Dolores continued, "Poppa would give
his left nut to take me to bed, right?" Padma looked unhappy, but slowly
nodded. "And once he's done that, he'll be somewhat pliable on the idea of
you sleeping with another man, won't he - especially if he gets to plug your
other end?" Padma's eyes got wide, and Dolores' grin widened. "I was
hiding in my hidey hole the night Poppa and Uncle Rajiv did you! Man, you
were mellow for a week after that!" Padma blushed and hid her face. "I
know that Timmy will support me - but it'd be more fun if he got to
participate... Depending on Poppa's mood, we can be straight up about it, or
there can be an 'accident' with a bad rubber..."
"Child, you forget the obvious! The children would be half white!
Think of your father's pride!"
"So? We can tell other people anything we want! Oops! You got the
wrong sperm sample..."
"No! I refuse to be party to it!" Padma was vehement.
Dolores, on the other hand, was sly, "Oh, you'll help all right -
because step one is something you can't resist! Tonight, you'll pretend to
be me in bed - and Poppa will fuck your brains out!"
"I-! Oh!" Padma turned and stomped out. Dolores continued to grin.
Maybe not tonight, but before the week was out, her mother would succumb to
the temptation. If necessary, she would forget who had planted the seed.
Dolores would know when her father started looking at her differently; the
only thing left to do would be to reel in the fish.
In the kitchen, the men were just cracking the beer. "So, when am I
gonna see grandchildren?" Marcus asked.
The question had its desired effect; Tim blew beer all over the place.
Wiping his mouth, Tim faced the grinning Marcus and responded, "Shouldn't we
marry first?"
"You gonna?" Marcus kept up the pressure.
"Yeah. Don't see why not. Soon, too, probably. But, to answer your
first question, not until we've done college. You're gonna have to wait at
least four years."
"Too bad. Padma sure wants to hear the sound of little feet runnin'
the halls." Marcus took a swig, ruminating. "She thinks I don't hear her
snifflin' at night. I got cut just after Dolores was born an' Padma wanted
a big family."
"Why haven't you guys done anything?"
"What, go to one of them clinics?" Marcus held up the beer bottle and
assumed a character: " 'This here specimen came from a drunk who gave blood
across the street for his next bottle. I think he's dead now - but he was
black!' Or how 'bout THIS one - 'Yew wanna know what color the donor was?
Hell, I dunno!'" Marcus frowned. "I ain't rollin' the dice with some
loser's sperm..."
"Maybe you can find a friend to donate - someone who you approve
of..." Tim hazarded, "Kind of keep it in the family." Tim tilted up his
bottle.
Marcus looked at him. And looked at him. And looked some more. Tim
became aware of the silence and blushed scarlet. "I didn't mean ME! I
mean, I like Padma - don't get me wrong - but the child would be sorta
white..."
"Time was when I'd have quibbled about that..." Marcus mumbled.
"Forget it - I was just pullin' your leg." The pair turned to leave the
room just as Padma roared in under a full head of steam. "What's eatin'
you?" Marcus asked.
"That daughter of ours! The crazy ideas she comes up with!" Padma
glanced at Tim and turned totally scarlet, "Uh, I'll tell you later -
maybe..."
The men exchanged a confused glance, and Tim went out to the living
room to join Dolores.
The rest of the evening was quietly domestic; the young couple did
some half-hearted necking on the couch while watching TV, and generally took
comfort in each other. Marcus and Padma looked on while pretending not to.
Tim wandered home about 9:30. And Dolores' plans lay dormant this night.
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