Chapter 18 (1/2)

“Stay with me, I don’t want to get out of bed.” I murmured, wrapping my arms around her naked body and kissing her shoulder.

“Mm… honey… it’s almost noon, you sleepyhead.”

“It’s my birthday though, can’t we just stay in bed. I love you.”

“I love you too. I can’t believe you’re fourteen now.” Mom sighed. “Aunt Rose still wants to throw a birthday celebration.”

That’s right, it’s been over a year since I had awakened in this world. I’ve spent almost all of that time stuck in this mansion, with only my mother and sisters to entertain me. I leaned in front of mom and kissed her stomach. To this day It was just at the point where it was barely starting to show, the smallest of bumps. It’d still be another month or two before we’d know if it was a boy or a girl.

“If it’s a boy, Drake, if it’s a girl, Alyssa?””

“So, Alyssa then?” Mom chuckled, touching my hand which was holding her stomach.

True, in this world picking a boy’s name was truly just self-indulgence. It was the equivalent of talking about what you’ll do when you win the lottery. Still, I couldn’t help but feel excited every time I thought about my baby growing in her belly. I couldn’t wait to meet my child. After I had freaked out about it, I had reflected and came to my mom’s room. That was the first night that we had ever slept together.

No, we didn’t have sex. I mean, I held my mother, and the mother of my child, in my arms, and the pair of us laid in bed until we went to sleep. In the morning, I woke up with mom holding me. It felt surprisingly nice to wake up to a woman holding me in her arms, her warm skin pressed against mine. When I woke mom up with a kiss, she freaked out convinced she had morning breath, and wouldn’t allow me to kiss her until she’d gone to the bathroom and brushed her teeth. It was quite adorable.

It was a memory that felt good for me, and was one I didn’t want to forget. I wasn’t ready for my first child, but I was happy that it was going to be with a woman I cared for and loved as much as mom. It was something the pair of us would do together. Every day after, I made sure to show appreciation for the mother of my baby. Like that, those weeks passed like a flash.

I let out a sigh and sat back, allowing mom to start dressing. “It’s been six weeks since Aunt Rose came, is she really planning on staying until the baby is born?”

“Mm… yes, well, she’s probably really interested in it. Most women our age don’t get pregnant, so I’m a bit of strange.”

Mom wasn’t just being self-deprecating. It was true when she went to the clinic that she was the oldest woman there. From what I heard, it’s a bunch of teenage single moms, and then my mom. When Madison had brought her in, it was Madison the doctor was convinced had come in to consult on her pregnancy. When finding out it was a woman in her thirties, she had been given strange looks. Pregnant woman over thirty weren’t impossible, but they were as rare as men. Most of them were career women cashing in on government benefits, and thus usually saw the same doctors who had fertilized them in the first place.

“What about my sisters?” I asked.

After that night we had been caught, Hannah had hidden in her room twenty-four seven. Mom was convinced she was just studying heavily for the exam she’d need to take next month to get into Academy. she called it the pre-exam crunch, and I didn’t feel like correcting her. Hannah didn’t answer her door for either Madison or me. We had both tried many times to approach her, but Hannah avoided both of us. It was like our relationship had reset to before my reincarnation with Hannah hiding out of sight all the time.

The same was just as true with Madison though. She no longer stopped by my room for blowjobs. As far as any attempts I had to talk to her, they were met with curt responses and sudden dismissals. It wasn’t that she avoided me per say, it was just that she’d get up and leave or simply give me a glare if I even attempted to interact with her. Madison’s rejection seemed to hurt a lot more than Hannah’s hiding. I felt like I had truly fallen for Madison, and yet she wouldn’t even stay in the same room with me anymore. I was guilty I had taken her virginity, yet hadn’t been able to fulfill our promise.

Both sisters giving me the cold shoulder was perhaps the reason I had been showering mother with attention. It wasn’t a bad thing to spend more time with my pregnant woman, but I was quickly growing more attached to her. Without Madison’s blowjobs to break up my interactions with mom, my time with mom grew more and more. My room ended up getting moved next to mom’s, and we spent most days in bed fucking all day. It wasn’t a bad life, but it wasn’t great either. I could feel myself growing a bit dependent on mom. Even with my other memories, I could feel myself growing into a complete momma’s boy.

My room wasn’t moved just to aid us in carrying out our sexual relationship. The other reason was Aunt Rose. The day after mom had declared herself pregnant, Aunt Rose decided she was going to stay to help with the baby. Mom was uneasy about it, but she had no reason to say no. However, mom did not know what Aunt Rose’s real goal was. Up until this point, she hadn’t mentioned having a baby of her own. She had never responded to the offer I had given, pretending as if the conversation had never happened. Still, mom wanted to keep me close, and at a distance from Aunt Rose.

At this point, I suspected Aunt Rose knew my relationship with mom wasn’t normal. She didn’t attempt to approach me, and seemed to honor mom’s desire to keep us apart. I naturally didn’t make any attempt to approach her either. So, Aunt Rose merely became another presence in the mansion that had almost nothing to do with me. When mom wasn’t with me, the pair of us usually naked and fucking, then she was with Aunt Rose, keeping her company and more importantly, away from me.

“They’ll join us.” Mom responded to my question, “I thought things were going well between you and your sisters. But lately you guys haven’t been talking. Has something happened?”

“No, mom, it’s fine.” I responded.

Mom was good at reading my face, but her head was turned away from me, so she couldn’t see the lie. I don’t know if that was something she did intentionally or not. Maybe she didn’t want to see the truth. However, I gave a rote answer anyway. I needed to handle the problems between me and my sisters on my own. However, mom getting everyone out in the same room couldn’t hurt. Perhaps I could mend things with them. I really wanted to. I loved Madison and I wanted her to be pregnant with my baby too. As far as Hannah, she’d always be my cute little sister I could tease.

Mom headed out first, and I went back to my own room to take a shower and clean myself. It was probably a good idea if I didn’t walk out there smelling like sex. Mom, of course, had already cleaned herself up before leaving. I didn’t know if she was planning on baking me another cake or anything, but I had to admit I was looking forward to this birthday a little bit. Hannah’s Academy test day was next weekend, so this was my best chance to get her out of her room and try to talk to her.

I finished cleaning up and checked myself in a mirror before collapsing on my bed with a sigh. That’s one year I’ve been trapped in this mansion. Anyone could go stir crazy after all of that time. About thirty minutes later, I grew restless, so I checked myself one more time to make sure I looked like a proper birthday boy and headed out of my room. I was immediately greeted by an ugly old lady. She looked like a boot and was as tough as one.

“Charlene.” I said with a tight smile.

“Master…” The woman responded with her gravely voice.

Brooke had quit. After mom had said she was fired, Brooke had taken it to heart. The next day, she packed up her things and left. Even though mom tried to go back on her word and tell Brooke she had spoken in anger, Brooke wouldn’t change her mind. Perhaps Brooke didn’t want to work for a woman who would insult and degrade her. However, more likely, she had finally put two and two together and knew that my relationship with mom was of a sexual nature. I couldn’t remember what I had said that night, but if Brooke knew the truth, she might have quit so she didn’t have to deal with it. She had a crush on my mom, so perhaps watching my mom flounce around with me was more than she could handle.

Instead, I ended up with Charlene, an old woman and former bouncer who had no sense of humor and wouldn’t talk to me beyond one-word answers. I’m sure she’s the kind of person my mom would want around me. However, I wasn’t particularly happy with this arrangement. I missed Brooke, I still felt a little hurt that she had left.

Meanwhile, Charlene was my personal escort, giving me effectively no privacy at all. I was basically on house arrest. Worst, even. This was probably the primary reason why I’d been unable to patch anything up with my sisters. How could I have conversations with them, or go to their room, when I’m being followed every minute of every day. Charlene would report back to my mother everything that I did. I loved my mom, I really did, but this level of love was bordering on scary.

That’s why, tonight, I planned to ask mom for a particular present. That present would be a vacation. I wanted to leave the mansion and go somewhere, anywhere that wasn’t here. Even through my mother’s control issues, I hoped this request seemed reasonable. Maybe, if I worded it like going on a honeymoon or something, mom would be more inclined. She seemed to really like marriage customs. Only a few cultures in this world had them, but whenever Rose mentioned them, mom would always listen excitedly with bright eyes. I could almost imagine mom being the kind of woman who’d buy bridal magazines and dream about her big day. I didn’t know if the fact that I’d not be the one to give her that big day was a blessing or a disappointment. For now, being the father of her child was the best I could do.

As I considered these things, I made my way to my second room in the mansion, which would be otherwise known as the library. It was the room I lost my virginity and the one I spent the most time in. I had already read almost every interesting book in it. Mom ordered me new books though, and I hoped they’d arrive in the mail soon. For the moment, all I could do is look through the titles and reread things I’ve already read a few times. When I reached the library, I was surprised to see that Madison was already in it. Madison looked over at me in surprise, but then immediately looked away again.

“I was just cleaning my room. I found a book under my bed and was returning it.” Madison said stiffly, putting something into the case before turning and walking away.

She had to pass right by me to leave the library. She looked straight ahead, avoiding my eye sight. Just as her body brushed by mine, I couldn’t take it anymore. I reached out and grabbed her arm.

“Ah!” She let out a surprised noise, stopped walking, and looked over at me, her eyes already turning teary.

“Madison…”

Madison’s expression quickly recovered and she looked away, her face showing nothing as she stared at the exit. “Brother, my arm…”

I refused to let go. “We need to talk, Madison.”

“Then talk.” Madison closed her eyes for a moment like she was trying to hide them from me and then tugged her arm one more time.

“I’d like to talk… privately.” I pointed with my eyes in the direction of Charlene, who was standing against a nearby room.

Madison fortunately understood what I meant. It looked for a second like she was about to say no. I gave her my most desperate look, and mouthed the words “please”. Madison froze, looking like she was thinking about things for a second. Finally, she gave a curt nod. She mouthed the words “later” and “tonight”. I gave a very slight nod, finally releasing Madison’s arm. Madison turned and left the room.

I immediately started to feel excited. My mind ran through various scenarios between Madison and myself. Of course, Madison could always just not show up or run away. Still, I couldn’t stop myself from growing excited. Perhaps we’d just take it to the bed and finish what we started? Perhaps we could restart the weekly blowjobs? I knew I was just exciting myself, but I couldn’t stop. In the end, I found I couldn’t even pick up a book, and before long it was getting close to supper. I headed out with the stone Charlene in close tow.

“We really don’t need one of these, Rose…” I heard mom’s voice as I walked towards the dining room, causing me to detour into the reception room.

“Oh, nonsense, I can’t believe you’ve gone all this time living like the stone ages. No visual screens, no processors, no hover cars… at the very least you should have some way of getting information outside of bloody books.” Rose argued back.

I peeked my head into the room to see that Aunt Rose and mom were standing in the middle of the room. In front of them was a panel hung up on the wall. It looked like a television, or I guess this world calls them visual screens. However, my eyes were more focused on a certain person I hadn’t seen in over a month. Hannah was sitting on the couch. She was looking off, her head lowered, like she had lost most of her steam. She wasn’t wearing makeup and her hair wasn’t done. Anyone could see that she seemed to have lost weight the last six weeks. Most of her baby fat was now gone. Had her boobs grown too? Perhaps that’s where the baby fat went.

“Hannah…” The words came out before I could stop myself.