A Rival Approaches

At least, that's what I would have said to Tom if there hadn't been someone in my way at the door.

None other than my old academic rival from high school, Agatha Jones. The tall, thin redhead was right about to knock on the door before I opened it.

"Ah, Briggs er....apologies, Nathan. I just came by to....propose juncture with you." She said, reaching her hand back and composing herself.

"Agatha? What could you possibly want? Now move, I'm going to be late fucking my sister." I tell her dismissively.

"Well, that's just it. Er...not quite it. What I'm offering you is to inseminate me and the resulting offspring's genetics could make it the best of our efforts. It very well might surpass both of us. The perfect specimen. In intellect....if not in physicality....." She explains.

God, she really did know how to talk dirty.

Carmen could wait until later, it was time for me to actually make a difference in the future of this plebeian world.

Without a word, I yanked open her button down blouse, exposing her bare, A-cup chest to the watching neighborhood. "I hope you don't mind, I had the foresight to forgo any underwear. I assumed they'd just get in your way." She explained. I looked down and spotted that she had a small wet spot on her jeans crotch.

I bet she absolutely loves the idea of her long-time adversary now in full control over her.

"Come up with me to my mom's room, Agatha."