The Tutors - Session Five

Session Five -- The Second Saturday:

"Wait a moment, Dave," Henry said to the frustrated younger man, "I think you need a bigger set of goggles. Hey Chet, Dave's head is too big for the goggles he's got. Do you have a pair with a longer strap?"

"No we don't, Henry. But we do have strap extensions -- probably in the bottom of the bin. They always migrate down there. Anyone else need a set? No? Well, okay, then. Dave, it looks like your the only one with a big head around here..."

"It's my fault," Bethany explained. "We made love early this morning and he was able to keep from cumming for over an hour. I gave him a compliment, so..."

"Oh, geez! This group really takes the cake," David exclaimed to no one in particular. Chet handed him the set of extensions and Henry showed him how to link them to each strap end via the velcro. After a quick final adjustment, the infrared viewing device was firmly seated.

"Does everyone have their goggles in place?" Phoebe asked the class.

Hearing nothing but positive responses, she continued...

"Since I'm operating the stand-alone I/R cameras and the other equipment, I won't be joining you guys in rainbow land, as Chet and I call it. When you're ready, reach up with your right hand to a small button near your right temple. Depressing this will turn on the device. Remain in your seat until your eyes adjust or you'll wind up on your ass!"

One by one, the six students and Chet each found and engaged their particular device's button. A chorus of 'whoas' and 'holy shits' echoed throughout the Peterson's basement while the students became used to the vibrant way the people in it now appeared. No one had to ask their tutors why it was called rainbow land; there was quite literally no better label.

"Listen up, everybody," Chet barked over the cacophony of voices, "the first thing you all have to do is to calibrate your goggles. These units are state-of-the-art which means no manual adjusting required."

"Chet, then how do we calibrate?" Anna asked.

"If you look to the left border in your field of vision, you will note a color gradient from lower frequencies at the bottom and going up from there to the higher frequencies. While it may appear as a continuous transition, it's divided in such a way as to be adjustable from five degrees down to one tenth of a degree Celsius. Since the temperature of a typical human body varies from between thirty-five to about thirty-eight degrees Celsius, we will adjust our goggles to a.25 degrees Celsius sensitivity; thus giving ourselves twelve distinct colors in our field of vision when looking at our partners. I already preset the goggles to detect temperatures only within this narrow range. To select this level of sensitivity, find the.25 number at the top of your field of vision and stare at it for at least five seconds. The pupil tracking software will do the rest."

Each student did as requested and the result was another round of 'whoas' and 'wows'. When it was clear to Phoebe that everyone was calibrated, she continued...

"Alright, you're all lined up and ready to rock and roll, people. Now, as carefully as you can, please stand and find your partner. When you do, hold hands and walk on over to your futon."

"Why is the basement and all the furniture variations of gray?" Monica inquired.

"Thanks for that question, Moni," Chet responded. "I forgot to tell you guys about that: all temperatures which fall outside the pre-set range will appear as gray. Since this room -- and most of the furnishing -- are at about twenty-two to twenty-three degrees, they don't get a color assigned to them. As a general rule, the colder an object the darker the gray."

"It makes it easier for me to see my sister," David noted.

"Exactly, Dave!" Phoebe replied. "Since the goal is for you to help your partner adjust her emotional state, you need to be able to concentrate on the temperature variations going on within her."

"Whoa there, Phoebe!" Henry exclaimed after turning his head in her direction. "You got some interesting variations going on in your tummy. Did you just eat?"

"Yeah!" Paul agreed. "I see it too."

"Don't you guys know what you're looking at?" Chet said with a laugh. "That's not food..."

"Then, what is..." Henry began to ask before he suddenly figured it out. "Oh shit! Those are the twins! That's it, isn't it, Chet?"

"Bingo! If you all turn your attention to my sister's stomach area, you will see our newest children enjoying the comfort of their mother's womb. Pretty cool, eh?"

"Are you sure that's what's causing the variation, Chet?" Paul pressed. "Anna has the same kind of thing going on, although it's not as large..."

"What!" Chet exclaimed. "Let me see..."

Chet then approached Anna and knelt down in front of her. After a few moments, he nodded his head and stood back up.

"Congratulations, you two. You're going to be parents. Anna's pregnant, as well."

"Are you certain?" Anna herself asked in a mildly panicked voice.

"Holy cow, Paul!" Henry said as he slapped his friend on the shoulder. "Your timing is damn good, too."

"What do you mean?"

"We just got you two moved into your own place this morning. I guess that extra bedroom is going to come in handy after all."

"Oh no!" David said, drawing everyone's attention to him. "Bethany, you got it, as well. Right there just below your belly button."

"I do not, Dave! Do I, Chet?"

Chet closed the four feet to Bethany and looked at the aforementioned spot...

"Yep! Sorry, Dave, but your head is about to get even bigger."

"I need to sit down, Dave. Please..." Bethany said reaching out and taking her brother's hand as he guided down upon the futon's surface. After taking a seat, everyone's attention turned toward Monica who was backing up as she noted the assembly all looking her way.

"It's no use, sis," Henry said. "You're not going to be able to run from this. Wherever you go, Moni, you'll be carrying our kid with you for the next nine months."

"Are you serious, Hen?" Monica said as her hands flew to her mouth. "I'm really pregnant?"

"If what we've all seen through these goggles is accurate," Anna said, "we're all preggers by our brothers. Was this planned, Phoebe? Did you guys know this was going to happen?"

"Honest to goodness, Anna, Chet and I never considered this possibility. In truth, if all you girls are pregnant, it must have just happened to each of you in the last several days."

"I had a feeling," Anna intoned to no one in particular as she took off her goggles and wiped away the tears which began to flow. "Something was different in my body, but I never dared to hope it was a baby. Oh, Paul! We're going to have a child! Are you okay with this?"

"Sweetheart," Paul began, "I'm more than okay with you being pregnant. Come here..."

Paul, by this point, had also removed his goggles and was hugging his sister-wife as she transitioned into a full-blown cry. Phoebe saw that, in fact, this was repeated in the two other set of partners on their respective futons. Chet had also removed his headgear and had ambled over to his life partner, put his right arm around her, and drew her in for a kiss. The couple then went from one pair of sibs to the others in quiet congratulations; the session quickly forgotten amid the happy news.

Bethany and David:

"That was, by far," Bethany said with a hint of exhaustion, "the best flash party I've ever attended!"

"Is that what that was?" David replied with a chuckle as he opened the driver's door to his sister's vehicle and stepped out onto the driveway at his mother's home.

By the time he had shut it, Bethany had emerged from the front passenger side. She spoke to the top of her brother's head as she shut her door and locked the Traverse with the key fob she'd taken from David just moments earlier...

"Well, that's what the kids in the business college called them. So Dave, you're sure we tell mom?"

"Absolutely! Look, I know it's early in this child's fetal development and there's much which can go wrong, but we have to include mom because we need every ally we can find."

"And she did, after all, go to the trouble of getting us a nursery..."

"She's made no secret of wanting grandkids, sis," David pointed out as the pair of sibling-lovers approached the front door of their home.

"When did Phoebe say the due date was?" Bethany asked as she unlocked and opened the front door.

"She gave us a range of between February 14th to the 24th of next year."

"I would be happy with that kind of valentine!"

"What kind of valentine?" Kendra Ellison asked.

"Mom," Bethany said, "you'd better take a seat."

"What's going on, here?" Kendra said as she lowered herself to a couch cushion.

"Bethany and I found out at today's class that she's expecting," David replied as the couple also sat down.

"How's that possible? You two've barely begun having sex!"

"Mom, when we put on the infrared goggles," David replied, "we could see the heat signature of the fetus in her tummy. Our tutors confirmed that that was what we were seeing."

"And this baby -- if you carry it to term, Bethany -- will be born around Valentine's Day next year?"

"That was our tutors' estimate. But, when I meet with my new gynecologist in late July, she'll be able to give us a better one."

"New gynecologist? What about Dr. Steinhart? You been going to him for years."

"Yes, mom, and he's been wonderful -- very professional, very nice. This new doctor, however, is herself in an incest relationship. She and a first cousin have three children of their own. She will be taking me on at no charge."

"That means, mom," David added, "no paperwork which will have to be filed with an insurance company. Furthermore, she will keep our relationship in confidence from the authorities. The only thing I won't be able to do is to put my name on my child's birth certificate."

"So, my grandchild won't have a father?"

"This one and all our kids will have a father once I officially adopt them after a few years. In the mean time, I'll be right there along side Bethany caring for and raising this baby and all which follow."

"What about your educations?"

"Mom," Bethany began, "more than a few undergraduates at IU have children. An even higher percentage of masters level students are both married and parents. Most universities these days have accommodations in place for pregnant women, newborns, and toddlers. It's really not going to be an issue. Dave and I will just need to be more intentional in our planning."

"Okay, I understand all that: it's not your old mother's college campus anymore. But, mid-February is right smack-dab in the middle of your semester, young lady. Only, you'll be in labor for lord knows how long. And then, sweetheart, you'll be recovering from the delivery and nursing, and..."

"Yep, mom," David replied, "you've made a great point. So, perhaps Bethany and I take that semester off in order focus on being a family. We can come back here from Bloomington at Christmas and then resume our studies later on. Our child will be seven months old at that point and we will have had plenty of experience being parents. You watch, I'll be twenty-two going on forty by then!"

Kendra began to chuckle at that remark, and even Bethany managed a smile at David's characterization of his transition into fatherhood. Their mother sank back into the couch and threw her arms over the tops of the cushions. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back as if she were listening to some of her favorite music. A closed-mouth smile expanded across her face and just like that, the conversation flipped.

"I'm going to be a young grandmother!"

"I take it," Bethany said, "you weren't expecting that to happen."

"Don't you know you're bucking a big trend?"

"Yeah," David deadpanned, "were practicing procreative incest!"

"You certainly are, son, but that's not what I'm talking about. Most women today are pushing their first childbirth into their thirties. On the other end of the spectrum, you have a lot of very young first-time mothers usually without a partner in the picture. But you, Bethany, have a partner and are going to be a mother in your early twenties -- the time-period when women used to begin having babies but nowadays rarely do because of school or career pressures. I had the two of you before I turned twenty-one -- I couldn't legally drink alcohol, but you two were both imbibing from my breasts with abandon! I'm going to be forty-three at my next birthday, and before that happens, I'll be holding my first grandchild. I have friends older than me who are still having their own children!"

"Is that something you wish you'd been able to do, mom," Bethany asked, "have more children?"

"Yeah, I guess so, sweetheart. But that ship has sailed, so to speak. As you two love-birds well know, it takes two to tango, and I am squarely and unabashedly single."

"That reminds me, mom," Bethany continued, "Dave and I were going to celebrate in bed after dinner. How would you like to watch your stud of a son fuck his pregnant sister?"

"Absolutely, darling! You can't believe how much I enjoy masturbating to the two of you going at it."

"Oh, I don't know mom," David replied. "I think I'd believe anything you might tell us -- based on what I've seen, that is."

"Probably so. Now, about that dinner... What shall we have Door Dash deliver this evening?"

Monica and Henry:

Monica and Henry Livingston drove back to their dingy second-story apartment in stunned silence. When they were less than a mile from their destination, Monica suddenly began to cry -- to wail, really. Henry was so shocked that he nearly drove them into a ditch.

"What's the matter, Moni? Are you in some kind of pain? Do I need to take you to a clinic?"

Monica leant over and grasped her brother's right arm with both of hers. Then she placed her forehead on Henry's shoulder and -- with great effort -- brought herself back under emotional control. By the time Henry was easing Monica's car into their rented half of the garage, she had ceased crying and was wiping away the flood which had soaked her face.

"I'm okay, Hen."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I'm sorry for startling you, but it suddenly struck me that I have no family with whom to share this amazing news! Nobody, Hen, besides you, and you not only already know about this child, you put it there!"

"Well, I did have a small amount of help..."

"You silly jerk!" Monica said; slapping her brother on the top of his head. "I'm not that tiny!"

"I wasn't referring to you, my love, but to your microscopic, well-placed ovum."

"Oh... Well, geez, Hen, aren't you just too damn smart for your own good."

"On that point, sister-wife, we are in complete agreement. But, you're forgetting about Grandfather Livingston. He's still among the land of the living."

"Henry, he's one hundred and two years old!"

"Yes, Moni, but he still has all his faculties, and he deserves to hear this news from you."

"From us, Hen. I'm not going to tell him by myself. What do we say when he asks who the father is?"

"Monica, we can't shy away from the truth. I'm not saying we take out a full-page ad in our local newspaper, but we're going to have to trust some, limited number of people with the facts of the matter."

"Well, I won't be showing for three or four months. I agree we have to tell our grandfather the truth of our relationship and about this pregnancy, but I won't tell anyone anything until we know for sure this kid is going to safely and healthfully make his due date."

"Yeah, that seems practical, my dear. Well, what say you? Want to grab our Chinese take-out and go feast in our high castle amidst a roaring fire? I dismissed all our servants earlier today."

"Hen..."

"Yes, Moni?"

"Too... damn... smart."

Anna and Paul:

"I agree, Anna, we keep the news of your pregnancy a close secret until we get past the early stages. But, doesn't a close secret become an open secret the moment you tell that one special person about it in strict confidence?"

"You're right, Paul. So, let's approach this from a need to know basis... Who -- among all our family and friends -- needs to know I'm pregnant? After that, we answer the question 'When do they need to know it?'"

"There are already six people who know, Anna, but I see no problem with that group; first, they're in the same boat as us, so if we sink they sink; second, after this morning, I feel as if I could trust anyone of them with my life."

"I'm right there with you, Paul. It was such an amazing thing watching Chet and Phoebe drive up and park their car in front of our parents' house. Did you know they were coming?"

"No, I didn't. They even introduced themselves to our parents and our sibs."

"And of course Joan had to ask if they had any children," Anna continued as Paul pulled his Mustang into the drive thru at a local burger joint. "But, darn it if they weren't completely open and forthright about their kids and their lives as an incest couple. The twins were hanging on their every word, bro. Every word! Did you see Janet come over to talk with me after the Petersons left?"

"No. What did you guys talk about? Hey, sis, what do you want? We're next in line to order."

"I'll have a salad with ranch and a bottle of water."

"That's it? You usually swoon for one of their double cheeseburgers."

"I know, Paul. But knowing I'm pregnant has made me rethink some of my food choices. As for what we spoke about, I'm not sure you want to hear what Janet said to me, but you need to know about it regardless."

"Let me guess... it involves sex."

"Good guess, honey."

"They both want to come over to our new place and watch us make love? Please tell me that isn't it, sis. It's bad enough we do it in front of our tutors and the other students."

"Welcome to Dairy Queen. Will you be using our app today?"

"No, I won't," Paul replied.

"Order when ready..."

"Um, we'll have one chef salad with ranch dressing, one coney dog without the cheese, one medium chocolate shake -- no whipped cream -- and one bottle of water."

"Is everything on the screen correct?"

"Yep, looks good."

"Please pull forward for your total..."

"That's not it, Paul," Anna finally was able to say. "From your point-of-view, though, what she said to me might actually be worse."

"Just tell me, sweetheart. Then I'll calmly pay for our food and drive us over to our new favorite place to park where we'll eat and talk about it."

"Janet told me she and Joan have decided you, Paul, are going to be the guy who introduces them to love-making."

"Really?"

"Really. And that's not all. Neither girl is on birth control..."

"That will be $19.78, please."

"Here's a twenty. Keep the change."
 "Feeling generous?" Anna asked, smiling.

"Not particularly, sis. I just don't like coins clinking around in my pocket, and I want to get out of here."

"Here's your food. Thanks for stopping at DQ."

"Thanks! Well, Anna, why would either of them be on the pill?" Paul stated as they pulled away from the drive-thru. "I don't recall Janet or Joan ever going on a second date with a guy! The two of them have been so close emotionally for such a long time, I figured they've been committing incest long before you and I became intimate."

"You're right, they have. They've been helping each other get off for awhile now."

"They're lesbians?"

"No, they say they're not. I asked if they were gay about six months ago. Joan told me, and I quote: 'It's complicated.' I didn't press, but I got the impression that in their minds, it's a kind of self-pleasuring technique; like you or I watching ourselves masturbating in a mirror, but instead of a mirror..."

"They have each other... I get it, Anna. Okay, so they want me to take their virginities."