Debbie exited the clinic and made for the parking lot. She got in her car, backed out using her backup cam and then stared blankly at the road ahead. She could not remember how to get back home. Unsure where to go, she pulled out her Motorola Razr, flipped it open and called her mom.
"Hey, mom. I'm done at the clinic but I can't remember how to get back home."
After her mom gave her directions on how to get back to Fulton, she asked Debbie "So, how was it? Not too bad I hope."
"It hurt... like a lot. But it's in now and I can't even feel it."
"That's good! I don't even think they had those when I was your age. Well, your father will be excited to hear it! He's out with Brandon playing golf."
As she drove, Debbie kept her mother on the phone so that she could ask about what street to turn on next. The ride home was mostly silent, Debbie turned the radio off after getting tired of flipping from station to station without hearing anything she liked. Debbie was conflicted by the new car, for all its fancy new features, she missed her CD player. With just the radio, she couldn't control what she listened to anymore.
After a half an hour, she arrived back at the compound in Mohawk before crossing over into Fulton. Since she was a kid, the compound grew and grew until now it took up two whole towns. She often heard the preachers at the temple say it would one day cover all of Copper County and by their grandchildren's time, their people would make up the entire upper peninsula.
Debbie pulled into the driveway and saw that her father and brother were back from golfing. She picked at her nails, a nervous tick she had learned from her mom. Now that she had finished her homeschooling and turned 18 she wasn't sure what was in store for her next, but she had heard the rumors.
When she got home, the aroma of her birthday dinner blessed her nostrils and she snuck into the kitchen to see her and her twin brother's shared birthday cake. Debbie's mom and dad were both great cooks but her mom was slightly better. Her dad and brother were in the living room playing Mario Kart: Double Dash!! on the family GameCube. Brandon had loved that game since he was a kid, so it wasn't a surprise to see him and dad playing it like they had since before she could remember.
After dinner, their mom and dad sat them down on the family couch.
Their father spoke first, "I can honestly say this is the happiest moment of my life, I could not be prouder of you two. You both have grown into brilliant, honest and moral adults. And now that you're both 18, adults in the eye of the church, the next stage of your lives is about to begin."
Mom spoke next, "And now that you're of age, it's your duty to help expand the church. Just like I did when I brought your father into the wisdom of The Revelation. I do not say this lightly when I say it will not be an easy task. Every year it becomes harder and harder as the outsiders grow more and more addicted. But once they see how we live, how happy we are... and how happy you will make them... they will learn to live without it. You two will save your future husband and wife from The Great Evil, the plague of our time."
Brandon shook as if possessed by a righteous zeal, "Mom, Dad, I will do whatever it takes. Whatever you ask of me."
Dad responded, "Good, because you both are the key to the continuation and even the prosperity of our way of life. In a word: sex."
Mom interjected, "I know, such a dirty word! But it's ok to say now, I'll even say it. Sex, sex, sex, sex! Debbie, Brandon, say it with me! Sex..."
"Sex..." Debbie said softly, in a whisper.
"Sex, sex, sex, sex!" Brandon yelled out.
"See Debbie, your brother isn't ashamed to say it! Sex is a beautiful thing, as you'll both soon figure out." As the words left her mom's mouth, Debbie's face began to blush. "Sex is the key to our religion's expansion. As missionaries, you'll be sent to proselytize outsiders into our loving embrace. And you'll be using sex to do so. Your mission, once you turn 21, will be to leave the compound and find an attractive, genetically healthy, partner and entice them to join us. You will make them fall so deeply in love with you, that they'll be willing to move north into our community. How will you make them fall in love with you? Well to put it rather crassly, you're gonna be the best darn partner they'll ever have! You're gonna "f" their brains out and cook for their every day, you too Brandon! You're gonna cook for them, do their laundry and have such good sex with them that they'll be completely dependent on you! Then, once they beg to marry you- tell them you'll lonely do so if they agree to do so if they move to Copper County to be near your parents. But until then, you'll be practicing sex with your practice partner!"
"Practice partner?" Debbie had a confused look on her face.
"Yeah, and whose that gonna be?" Brandon asked.
"Well... they're sitting right next to you!" Their mom cheered.
"What?!" Brandon was shocked.
"Brandon? Ewww, no! Absolutely not, he's so gross." Debbie bemoaned the news.
"It's ok." Their father spoke up. "All families in the embrace do it. All your friends your age are going to be doing it with their adult siblings, if they haven't already. You're just lucky you're twins, your mom had to wait until she was 20 to start practicing."
"I know it can be hard at first, but just think of it this way: now you can finally do something about all that pent up sexual energy! You don't have to think of your brother or sister as a heartthrob, even though I definitely think you are both beautiful, it's just a bit of fun and practice!" Mom then slowed her speech and spoke more seriously. "Now, I want you both to undress in front of each other on the couch."
"Ummmm... yeah sure." Brandon froze, his nerves beginning to set in.
"Gosh, you're such a chicken! I'll do it." Debbie grabbed her shirt and pulled it over her head to reveal to the rest of the family her busty chest in a plain white bra.
"Lord, they're so big! Ned, aren't our daughter's boobs huge? I think they might even be bigger than mine!"
Debbie's brief moment of courage left her as her face turned the color of an apple, and not a Granny Smith.
"Ok son, now it's your turn. Time to take that shirt off." Their dad told Brandon.
Brandon pulled his shirt over his blond hair and revealed his hardened chest. Their son played sports and lifted weights so often he had abs.
"Ok Debbie, it's your turn again. Time to unhook that bra, let's see those areolas!" Her mom encouraged her.