Sunday 17 November 2019
“OK, so it’s definitely the weekend of the 13th?” Maeby Lewis asked her sister Jessica.
Checking her phone, Jessica said, “Yes, we’ll fly in on... Friday morning, the 13th, and come back home late Tuesday the 17th. It has to be that as that’s the only dates that work for me,” Jessica held her phone close, whispering.
She went on, “I’ll have to make sure Dennis knows well in advance, his last trip of the year is that week. I’ll put it on his calendar tonight and text him to ensure his assistant organizes things right.”
At that moment Jessica’s only child Richie sauntered into the kitchen. He looked very tall and muscular in his skintight swim shorts. She waved, mouthing ‘Aunt Maeby’ and put the phone on speaker.
“I’ll get everything ready. All you have to do is bring those hunky men of yours!” Maeby giggled. Richie flushed bright red and threw up his hands, heading for the fridge.
“That’s your nephew and brother-in-law you’re talking about, you can’t say that!” said Jessica, laughing too.
“I’m allowed to appreciate a fine specimen of red-blooded manhood as much as the next sex bomb. Anyway, haven’t you looked at Richie’s Instagram lately? It’s very much NSFW!”
“What? I didn’t even know he had an account. There’s not anything rude or illegal on it is there? Oh God, I wish I knew more about all that stuff, it’s so hard to be a mom these days!” Jessica sounded frantic. Maeby hadn’t meant to frighten her though, so she replied straight away,
“No, no Sis it's OK. He just shares his basketball team photo feed. It’s lots of big sweaty boys playing with their big, crinkly balls, you know that’s my favorite thing!”
“There’s the perv we know and love! You must have plenty of your own hunks up there to keep you warm at night?” Jess teased.
“Sure, if I wanted a man who smelled of shit and got up to go to work at 4:30 AM! If I did, I’d be swimming in dick up to my tits! Plus, all they can talk about is the fucking Packers. You know I’m a b-ball girl,” Maeby quipped. Jess knew Maeby had always admired big, tall basketball players with their enormous... Feet.
“My Richie has made the starting varsity lineup this semester. He’s grown another six inches this spring!” Jessica said, struggling to keep the pride from her voice.
“Is that six inches up... Or down?” Maeby cackled.
“Maeby Fae Lewis, stop that right now! You’re on speaker and Richie’s right here! I’m going to have to turn the AC on, the poor boy’s face is so hot,” Jessica exclaimed.
“Oh, I know he’s smokin’ alright! How you doin’ there stud?” Maeby was ten years younger than her sister and had always played up the age gap. Their mother had died young, a few months after Maeby was born. So, Jess had been like her mom and her sister growing up.
“Still savin’ myself for you Aunty M,” Richie laughed, “and it was DOWN by the way!” He twisted away giggling, somehow avoiding his mother’s attempt to slap him on the arm.
“Don’t you run off Richie MacFarlane, you’re as bad as her. I’m surrounded by perverts!” Jess wailed.
“Naw, that’s me up here in Wisconsin Sis. Did Richie leave?” Maeby asked.
“Yeah, he’s gone for a swim, it’s still over 80 here tonight,” Jess said. The Arizona heat reminded her of growing up in Texas.
“Well remember to pack for snow at Christmas. I can’t wait to see you, Sis,” Maeby said.
“You really that lonely baby?” Jessica asked, slipping into mom mode.
“Well let’s see. I’m a vegan, from the deserts of south Texas who hates football. And I’m surrounded by nothing but shitty assed farmers in freezing Wis-fucking-consin!” Maeby cried, her voice plaintive.
“Geez Mae, come on. Tell me what you really think! Can’t you look for a transfer?” Jessica asked.
“I’ve applied for everything I can think of. Even for the toilet cleaner position in Ulaanbaatar!” Maeby whined. “But it’s still too soon. I need to do another eight months here before they’ll consider it. Pregnancy would be the only way out that I can see. If only I didn’t hate the smell of cow shit!”
“Well, we’ll talk all about it at Christmas, I promise. I have to go honey. Richie just drank an entire carton of Tropicana and I need to spank his ass. I can’t keep up with his appetite these days,” Jessica said.
“Ooh, sounds fun, I hope he likes cheese!” Maeby quipped.
“Come on Mae! But seriously, you’ll need to buy for six people at Christmas, he’s unbelievable!”
“I sure hope so,” said Maeby, keeping her voice low. “I’ll let you go spank him. You can tell me how it goes next week. I need to stock up on Tropicana! Love you, Sis.”
“Love you more,” Jess replied, the way they always had for nearly thirty years.
Jessica raised her phone and put dates for their trip into the family’s shared calendar:
- Maeby’s
- Leave Phoenix 8:00 am MT 12/20/19
- Return Milwaukee 9:30 pm CST 12/24/19
She double-checked the dates with her own kitchen wall planner. She nodded to herself, confirming the entry.
She texted Dennis in Seattle:
[J] Just updated the family calendar for the trip to Maeby’s. Make sure Greg works around it for your Florida trip. Can’t wait to see you this weekend.
Within a few minutes, he had replied,
[D] Sweet, he’s already on it. I told you a male assistant was a good idea! See you ASAP hun.
Then giggled at the emojis. Dennis was always so cute with them. Then she soughed out a deep breath, the plan was underway, there was no going back now.
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Wednesday 11 December 2019
“Maeby’s changed it? The day before I leave for Florida! I can’t change my plans now, Jess. Greg has arranged nine meetings for me and no one else can go. Fuck! I was looking forward to it so much! You know I love Maeby.” Dennis hated that he couldn’t go with her and Richie.
“You love cheese you mean! She had a thing, you know lawyers. At least we’ll have a full week together back here before Christmas. We can go all out. Get right into the spirit this year,” Jessica said. She hoped her rehearsed answer didn’t sound off to him. Dennis didn’t appear to notice. This was crucial to her plan, the last thing she wanted was to raise his suspicions or hurt him in any way. He shrugged his shoulders in a sulk and grabbed another beer.
“I haven’t even bought her gift yet,” Dennis realized. “I won’t have time now. Shit!”
“Don’t worry baby, Richie and I will give her something special for you, I promise.” Jessica felt herself color a touch at that remark.
“OK, it’s a real pity. Maybe next year then. I’ve gotta go get packed Jess, tell Richie good night for me,” Dennis said. He picked up his beer and walked away.
“Sure Dennis, I’ll text from Milwaukee on Friday when we land,” Jess replied.
“Same here from Miami tomorrow. Can you bring me one of those big cheese roll things, I loved that one last year?” Dennis asked. He had made it last through May, despite the desert heat.
“If we have room, sure. Now you go get packed and get to bed, you have an early start tomorrow. Are you sure I can’t drive you?” Jess asked.
“Naw, Greg organized a car, it’s all arranged. You coming to bed soon?” Dennis asked.
“In a little while, I need to update Richie on the change of plans,” Jess sighed. She had done it! All her planning and scheming had worked out perfectly.
And that was it, the game was afoot!
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Friday 13 December 2019
On Friday morning their American Airlines flight to Milwaukee left on time. Dawn was breaking as the plane lifted into the air. Jessica and Richie were upfront courtesy of Dennis’s millions of air miles.
Once they reached cruising altitude Jessica turned to her son. She caught his attention by pulling out one of his Airpods.
“Richie, honey I need to talk to you. This screwup with the changing dates was actually... planned! I know it sounds weird but I’ll explain, it’s nothing bad I promise. Maeby and I had to make sure your dad didn’t come with us. You see, this isn’t a normal visit to see your aunt. You’re going to give her a very special gift this year... You’re going to give her a baby!”
“WHAT?” Richie screeched then lowered his voice as people were staring. “What the hell Mom? That’s fucked up!”
“No baby it’s not. Really, it’s not. Your aunt Maeby is a beautiful young woman. Very successful in her career, but not so much in her love life. She yearns for a child, she always has. I was like a mom to her as we grew up and she knows how amazing my life is because of you. She wants the same, more than anything. Her body clock is ticking. You know that happens with a woman’s fertility. The risks go up for her and her baby as we get older. She hasn’t found the right man to settle down with. But she has found the man she wants to be the father of her child... You.”
Richie’s mouth hung open, but he wasn’t objecting, yet, so Jessica carried on,
“She doesn’t expect anything from you in terms of being the baby’s father. You’ll always be its big gangly cousin. She has plenty of money and won’t need any financial support. Your baby will want for nothing. And he or she will have a loving family to grow up in, including you of course.”
“But what about donors, sperm banks, and stuff?” Richie asked.
“There’s been so many scandals around them. Sleazy old doctors jerking off into the containers. Fathering hundreds of babies when the moms thought they were picking the perfect DNA. Poor Maeby is so afraid of that. She wants her baby to be born out of love. And you know she loves the ever-living shit out of you!” Jessica said, nudging him in the ribs, smiling.
“Yeah, she’s great I know,” he paused. “So, do we use the turkey baster? I suppose we’ll go to a clinic or something? How do we do it?” Richie smirked at his crude joke.
“Maeby has been researching this for months. The best way, the method with the highest success rate is what she wants to use. It’s known as ‘the old-fashioned way’.” Jessica looked him straight in the eye.
Richie stared, eyes glassy, then mumbled, “She wants me to... Fuck her?”
“Well, her exact words were ‘make love to’ but... yes. That’s what this trip is for. It’s her most fertile time and you have four days and nights to...” Jessica put her lips to his ear and whispered, “fill her to the brim with sperm!” She leaned back, cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling.
“GULP!” thought Richie.
He stared out the window at the desert below, his penis hardening in his jeans. Aunt Maeby. The hot, flirty sexpot of his wildest fantasies. ‘Filled to the brim’ with his sperm. HIS BABY!
He turned to his mom, leaned in, and kissed her cheek. The cheeky teen then said, “You always get me the best Christmas presents Mom,” and winked!
~~~~
The airport in Milwaukee was much busier than Phoenix had been. It seemed that most people were leaving though, thought Richie. He and his mom only had carry-ons, which made a lot more sense now, he realized. It seemed like no time before they were making their way out to the arrivals area.
“Fucking hell,” said Jessica under her breath before bursting out laughing. Richie followed her gaze to see Maeby holding up a sign. It read ‘DIG BICK and the TAT FITTY MOM’. He ran over and grabbed the sign, folding it over, mortified! Maeby and Jessica were doubled over laughing. “Lighten up kiddo,” Maeby wheezed. “You should have seen the ones I was afraid to bring!”
“Ohmigod it’s so good to see you, Sis,” Jess was saying, whilst hugging her sister close. Richie could tell she was whispering in Maeby’s ear.
His aunt looked at him, disengaged from his mom, and flowed towards him. Like a leopard stalking a deer. “So, your mom says you’re giving me a special present this year. I can hardly wait lover boy,” she said, leaning in to kiss him right on the... Ear! She blew him a sloppy raspberry for good measure.
The two sisters clasped hands and headed for the exit. This left poor Richie stranded, cock hard, face red. His mind was in a tumult of confusion. Man, it was good to be alive!
Maeby drove them to her house via downtown. It was cold here, as Christmas should be. The snow stayed white and crisp, plowed into great mounds along the sides of the roads. The storefront Santas, lights, and decorations looked magical against the picture-perfect white background.
“Let’s stop here, they do the most amazing eggnog,” Maeby squealed.
They were well wrapped up so sat outside with their warm spicy drinks. They watched some kids across the street sled down a hill. Laughing and joking. Having the time of their lives.
“That’s what I need,” Maeby said wistfully, indicating the delighted children.
“I know what you mean, Sis,” echoed a misty-eyed Jessica, remembering Richie at that age.
They finished off their drinks and headed off to Maeby’s home. It was set well back from the road in what she admitted was a rough, unfinished piece of ground. The thick layer of snow covered up any evidence of that and made it look like a Christmas card.
“You should sell the rights to Hallmark,” laughed Richie. “You’d make a fortune!”
“It’s still a shit hole under the snow. I’m not staying long term so I haven’t bothered landscaping,” Maeby said.
“Where will you go?” Jessica asked.
“Somewhere fucking warm for a start,” Maeby laughed. “I was thinking somewhere closer to you guys maybe? I could do with some help with the baby...”
There it was, the first indication from her that this was real. That she wanted him inside her, wanted his baby inside her.
“Whoo, no pressure then,” Richie smirked, mock fanning his face.
“I know you’ve got it in you slugger. I just need you to get it in me!” Maeby’s dirty laugh filled the car as she pulled up to the door.
She gave them a quick tour. Kitchen, bathroom, three bedrooms upstairs. There was a game room with a pool table, a huge TV, and the latest game consoles. Richie was probably the only teenager in America who would have been nonplussed at that. He had bigger fish to fry this weekend!
“Any dirty clothes, throw them in here,” Maeby indicated a hamper. “I know you didn’t bring much, so we’ll wash them as we go.”
“House Rule,” she said. “This is where I keep all the condoms and birth control pills in this house - no exceptions.” She was holding up the lid of the trash can!
The others laughed like crazy. Richie was amazed at how relaxed they all were, especially his mom. It was so nice. She was always a mom first at home, which often made her a bit uptight. But here she was more flirty, freer... Like a friend first and mom second. He liked it. He felt it should always be like this, now that he was growing up. He hoped he could talk to her about it soon.
