Where Are My Grandchildren?

Hello,

A little housekeeping first. Nothing of this story is real, it's all imaginary. All characters involved in any 'adult' activity is over the age of 18. I already know that the premise of this story is preposterous. Don't @ me. It's just a lark.

General warnings: incest, impregnation theme, manipulation.

Now the story...

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The siblings all sit around the kitchen table quietly eating their "regular" family dinner waiting to find out why their mother has demanded an extra family meal this week. They all nervously poke at their food and pass furtive glances at each other.

Brooke had to drag her husband, Lionel, away from his golf game to attend. She has openly loathed going to unscheduled family functions. She has avoided unscheduled family events due to the emotional stress that they induce on everyone involved, except for the person calling for it. In this case, Brooke's mother. Brooke and Lionel try to stay unnoticed as long at they can since there is a long history of Brooke's mother laying blame and responsibility at Brooke's feet first since she is the eldest at 25, has finished her education, is married, and has a professional position as a nurse.

Sierra and her husband Alex whisper to each other like thieves about to get caught. The tension is thick in their voices. They are both bewildered by the impromptu dinner. Alex secretly wishes that he had something to do at his parents instead, so that he and his wife wouldn't need to be here. He feels guilty about it instantly since that would leave Lionel alone as the remaining 'outsider' at the table. Sierra registers his desire to be elsewhere, especially since she shares that desire.

Ashley, Micah, and Michelle stare at their respective plates. All three of them are angry that they are being forced to waste another Friday evening humoring their mother, after spending the entire week trying to dodge her obviously building wrath. They've just recently returned from their respective universities after the end of the spring semester, which lands them back into the last housing arrangement at their mother's home.

Ashley is running equations through her head as a distraction. Michelle and Micah are talking back and forth with their version of a 'thieves' cant' under the table.

Michelle's left hand wiggles and writhes in the air above her knee, "I think Mom's on her 'red time.' Want to bet $5?"

Micah's face gets dark. "No... wanker's bet." Micah's right hand responds. His hands make crude gestures.

Michelle's hand weaves through the air. "What do you think this is about?"

After a bit of 'silence,' Micah's hand indicates all of the the women at the table except their mother, cuts the air for a negative and then gently rubs his stomach. "None of you are pregnant yet."

Michelle chokes on her own saliva trying not to laugh out loud. Her hand opens and closes quickly three times with a modified question mark. "Seriously?"

Micah's hand reiterates "Red' calendar. What do you think? Look at the Calendar, it's June. Duh." Micah waits a moment, allowing his sister a moment to think before continuing with his signing. "June. Where's Dad? Duh."

Michelle sighs softly before flipping her brother off.

"I'm sorry." Sarah growls at her youngest progeny. "What did I tell you two about that bullshit sign language at my dinner table? If you're going to do that, at least use real sign language. Besides most twins have a verbal language not some retard version of deaf language." She's staring daggers at the bohemian dark blonde young man with several scars across his face and neck and the perfectly manicured naturally raven haired Gothic doll. Michelle and Micah glance at each other with their faces brightening. Simultaneously, they push their plates away and face each other in order to shift their conversation to ASL. Sarah's eyes narrow. "Now you're just being rude. No one else understands ASL."

"Sorry, Mom." they respond in unison. "We thought you were giving us permission."

"If you two are done eating... What about the rest of you? Are you finished like your baby brother and sister." Sarah asks the rest of her children and the two in-laws.

"Mom." Ashley squeaks. "They're adults. They just finished their freshman year. In programs that are not only respectable... but that you approved of." Her shoulders are hunched as she tries to look small using her uncontrolled dirty blonde frizzy hair as a curtain to hide her face.

"Excuse me, Ash?"Sarah barks. "Since when did you get disrespectful?"

Brooke sighs and glances at her husband, who shrugged. Adjusting her scrubs, she states, "Mom, stop. Ash doesn't speak up much," she intervenes knowing full and well that she is going to drag all of their mother's wrath onto her and potentially her husband. "She only speaks up when there is a truth to be remembered or pointed out. As much of pains in the ass that Mickey and Michie are being, they are adults. And, yes, they are abusing their youth but in order to point out that we're all here at your request, and uncomfortably so. None of us understand why we're here right now. The three of them may not have had any plans for tonight, which I doubt, I know that the four of us did have plans."

Sarah's turns her full attention to her eldest daughter. "Oh? Are we going back to the old days where you distract me from their poor behavior?"

"Mom." Brooke replies forcefully. "What is this about?" Brooke can see Micah trying to get her attention without their mother noticing. He is exaggeratedly tapping on his watch. She glances at her own watch and sees the date, and instantly remembers the date that their father completed suicide.

A suicide done in order to avoid having the family ex-communicated from the Church for his homosexual activities, seven years ago. The day that the family found out that the man they called 'Dad' was not in fact their biological father. Their mother was his 'beard,' and that their biological father was a friend of his in a loveless marriage with a sterile, hateful, and abusive woman related to the higher ranks of the Church, similar to their mother's relationship with the Church. Despite the fact that none of this information was made public, the children was ex-communicated anyway. Their mother was allowed to stay, provisionally. Sarah had since lost control over her children's spiritual growth. She instead changed over to trying to control her children through other psychological or social methods. To date, her children have resisted her attempts at control. Sarah can only maintain control as long as they are dependent on her for their health insurance. Brooke and Sierra have escaped this control, but still maintain contact because they feel some connection / obligation to their mother.

Sierra coughs loudly, "You never have required us to be here on any other evening than Wednesday unless there's a reason. We're waiting to find out what is the reason to have us here for an extra family meal this week... especially on a weekend night."

Sarah sighs heavily. "Fine." she growls. "The reason I have you here tonight is I want to know why I don't have grandchildren yet." She states firmly. "Brooke and Micah have been the closest to giving me grandchildren" All five of the children look at each other confused. The two husbands are feeling further confused. After all are they are actively trying to create children with their wives. Lionel and Alex both know their personal struggles with creating children with their wives. Micah feels the dirty looks from his sisters as to why he is being given a soft pass in the situation. Micah is also confused, as to why he's not being shoved into the main focus of the conversation.

Michelle gets angry, "Mom, what the fuck is going on? Brooke and Leo have been struggling to have a kid. And Micah isn't even in a relationship right now. You're talking about grand kids. What is going through your head?"

Grunting Sarah responds, "Brooke and Leo have had several mishaps. Your brother has had a few mishaps with a couple of women. I'm not going to shame anyone for miscarriages. But seriously, what's going on with the rest of you? You're pretty, you're smart, you're good prospects for for marriage. Sierra and Alex have had two years for something to happen. Do none of you want children of your own?"

Every one of the siblings feel the hair on their necks and arms stand up on their own volition as they all realize something is seriously wrong. The twins are the first to recover. Micah makes several hand movements while glancing at Michelle. Michelle openly glares at Micah. Micah lowly growls and states, "Have we come to this? Michie, tell me plainly," he commands.

"Do it, bitch," she snaps back. She stands up, slapping the flats of her palms on the table and loudly declares, "Bru, Leo, Sierra, Al... all of you need to get. Go home. We'll fill you in later."

Brooke and Sierra both leap to their feet, shoving their chairs back. "You don't get to tell us what to do!" Sierra shouts. "Exactly! Where do you get off telling us what to do?" Brooke says hotly. Both of their husbands look confused, and is trying to get a hold of the arm of their respective wives to make a hasty escape.

"Fine." Michelle replies, "Stick around. But, I'm giving you an out. Shit's about to get ugly. This is your last chance to get out before the shouting starts." Both of the men immediately leave the table and start to gather the coats and other belongings for their wives. Michelle can hear them both say things to the effect of that they don't want to be involved in family matters and that they think that the youngest sister has a specific plan / idea to deal with the uncomfortable conversation.

Sarah starts to protest, but is cut off by Michelle. "Unless you plan on having a completely empty house within the next 48 hours, I'd advise you to shut the fuck up, mother. Micah and I have places to go for the night, maybe longer. Right now. Ashley will disappear without a word soon after. If you don't want to become an isolated bitter and widowed bitch within two days, keep your mouth shut." Michelle says hatefully. Michelle notices the lack of movement from her elder sisters. "I'm sorry. Did I not explain the situation clearly enough? Get your married asses out of here. Salvage your evenings with your husbands." Micah quietly stands and moves over to and hovers over the menfolk to serve as a constant reminder that they need to leave. He gently hands them items that they forgot to pick up. Calmly, he then shoos his eldest sisters out of the house despite their protests.

***

After several minutes of hushed movement, Michelle sits back down at the family kitchen table with her twin, unmarried elder sister, and their mother.

"What the fuck was that about?" Sarah demands.

"That's our question, Mom." Micah replies. Michelle nods energetically. Ashley shrugs and nods furtively. "What was the point in making everyone's evening miserable? Those of us that still live in the house get that we'll eventually deal with your cranky moods. But this is something special."

"What if I'm not ready to have a baby?" Ashley asks quietly. She's thankful that no one seemed to hear her question.

"Things aren't the same as they were when you were our age!" Michelle yells. "You can't just demand that we have children! Like who the fuck am I supposed to have a kid with?! I can't just find someone decent at the drop of a hat! I mean... Fuuuuuuuuuck!!! Bru and Sierra got seriously lucky with their guys! And how in the fuck am I supposed to find someone that can even compete for my attention like Mickey? Huh? That's a tall fucking order!"

"Wait! Stop! Why are you bringing your brother into this?!" Sarah shouts back.

Micah stutters at this exchange. "What the fuck is happening?" his mind reels silently. "How in the fuck am I being drug into this?"

"How can I not drag him into this? You've compared every boyfriend I've ever had to him. And I get! He's awesome! But you've been giving me a complex! You even ride Ashley about finding someone as 'nice' as Micah...."

Micah forcefully interrupts, "But Mom has, as she has repeatedly reminded me, I'm not that 'nice' of a guy. I know that I'm not that good of a guy." He mutters as he gestures to the heavy scars across his body, including the scars that are hidden by his clothes. Michelle glares are her twin with extreme irritation. Sarah tries to interrupt.

"Oh. I'm sorry," Michelle barks back at her only brother. "Am I supposed to comfortable with everyone asking me "If Micah wasn't your brother" would I think about dating someone 'normal' like you? Seriously, Mickey?"

"What... why are you yelling at me? Why are you getting on my ass? I ain't done shit! You're getting mad at me for something I have no control over, and now we're ignoring what the fuck was going on!' Micah yells.

Michelle narrows her eyes as she stares at Micah. "We'll finish that conversation later," Michelle states harshly. "Back to the previously topic... What is this bullshit about us all needing to have kids already?" She growls as she turns back to their mother.

"What?" Sarah counters. "You all should have kids already. You're all adults. Everyone around us expects you to have kids by now. By your age," Sarah is looking pointedly at Michelle. "I already had Brooke and was working on the next kid." Michelle gets ready to argue, Sarah stands up. "I know you had this grand idea of screaming at me all night and getting your brother and sister to back you up, but I'm not doing that. I expect grandchildren in the next year, and I honestly don't care how you get them." She stalks away from the dining table as Michelle and Micah holler for her to come back. Ashley cowers in fear from the expressed rage. Micah finally wanders over to Ashley as Michelle continues to rant and rave, literally stomping her feet. He wraps his arms around her huddled shoulders and crossed arms.

"We'll figure this out, Ash. I don't know how, but we'll figure it out."

***

Michelle sits in Ashley's attic room with her laptop on her thighs. Ashley is nestled in her blankets on her bed with her tablet. The only significant sound is their fingers tapping away on their devices. Michelle feels uncomfortable with the silence that Ashley cultivates in her space.

"Hey Ash? I want to ask you some things." Michelle breaks the silence. Ashley responds with her typical monosyllabic grunting answer.

"I know that Mom has lost her mind. I want to know what your thoughts are before I go off again. I realize that I said some shit yesterday that I can't exactly back up. But if you felt that you need to escape this house, I'll do everything I can to find some place for you for the summer. I mean my friends aren't the same as yours. They're not the nerdy kind that most of us are accustomed to. But I do know a few girls..." Michelle babbled.

"Michie," Ashley interrupts. "I know that you want to look out for me. I know that I don't have the same level of confidence that you do. But, I think I can survive just fine here by myself. My main concern is how do I get Mom to chill out on the baby thing."

"That's what I've been working on, Ash. We're kinda screwed." Michelle replies. "We're not dating anyone and we're still pretty young. And Mom has a very unrealistic expectation for us to squat out a kid within a year." Michelle sighs, "Hell, it takes me that long to find someone that I'm willing to have sex with."

From her mountain of blankets, Ashley scratches her head, "If that were true, then why did you bring Mickey up yesterday? You obviously have an idea of who you're looking for. Just find another Mickey."

Michelle's heart races for a few seconds. She responds, "That is what she wants. Mom wants me to find someone like him, because she approves of him."

"Well... I think that Mom figured out that I have a crush on Micah," Ashley states plainly. Michelle's jaw drops open. Ashley squirms slightly under the layers, "I mean, he is handsome. He pays attention to me... like how I actually want someone to. And he's come to my rescue more that I think a brother should... So, yes. He gets me going. And I feel guilty about it." Michelle continues to stare at her older sister, wondering about the fantasies that Ashley has about Michie's twin. Tossing her tablet to the side, Ashley continues, "Like seriously. He is everything that I look for in a guy. Maybe he's the reason that I want those things in a man. You know? Stupid jokes that only he thinks are funny but he wants you to enjoy them as well, That stupid messy haircut that no one ever looks good in, but his confidence pulls it off. And then there are the jokes that he doesn't think are funny, but are hilarious! Those eyes of his? I constantly worry that he sees that I want to pounce on him. And his body?" Ashley shudders. "I want to lick every scar on him. And I know that he has scars on every part of him. Did you know that?"

Michelle is taken aback by her sister's admissions. Once she realizes that Ashley is expecting an answer, she responds, "Did I know what? That you want to lick him?"

The frustration is clear in her voice as Ashley corrects her younger sister, "No, did you know that he's scarred on every part of his body?"

"How in the hell would you know this? Like, does his pecker have scars as well?"

Snort laughing, Ashley explains, "That I don't know. But I did see his arrest record from six years ago. It shows scars as identifying marks over his entire body." Michelle quirks her head. Ashley chides Michelle, "Oh, com'n. You remember his arrest, especially since you are the reason for him being arrested. I remember because I saw what happened." Michelle continues to feel confused and refuses to say anything because she is trying to figure out what her sister is talking about. Sighing, Ashley continues, "Are you seriously going to tell me that you don't remember Micah beating John Gustavo so badly that he was sent to the hospital because he not only slid his hand up your skirt, but groped your crotch? I'm willing to bet that he did more than that."

Michelle remembered very clearly, not that she wanted to, the feeling of the one guy that creeped her out the most sliding his finger into her. She tries to re-imagine it that the finger went into her asshole, but the memory refuses to be changed. She shudders.

Ashley continues, "I remember. I don't want to, but I remember. I saw how far the blood sprayed when Micah punched him. It was really spooky." Ashley says in a small voice. "My memory feels like slow-mo. How do you not remember?"

"I don't want to talk about this," Michelle states clearly but meekly.

Michelle then gasps as a wild idea strikes. Ashley turns to look at her. "What if? What if..." Michelle asks as she her hands involuntarily start weaving through the air as if she's tracing something.

"Oh, no. Not this shit again, Michie." Ashley warns her sister. "Whenever you start doing that drawing in the air thing, nothing good ever comes from your ideas."

"Hear me out, Ash." Michie blurts as she squirms to make herself more comfortable. "I think we all can agree that Mickey is attractive." Ashley nods her head. "And even Mom acknowledges that Mickey is good looking piece of meat." Ashley continues to nod her head but slower as she is not liking the direction of the thought process. "What if? We were able to get Mom off of our backs by getting Micah to have a baby first."

Ashley starts nodding her head faster, finally hearing something that she can live with. "Ok. Ok. But with who?" Ashley asks.

A wide grim grows on Michelle's face. Ashley instantly feels uncomfortable. "Mom," Michelle says with a single pregnant word.