Dave Gets Home

Neither one talked at all during the drive home. After parking the car, while still staring out into the driveway Cassandra asked “Did you really want to get me pregnant?”

He thought about bullshitting his sister, or making some smart ass comment, but in the end he just gave the true answer. “Yes.”

“I didn't hear any 'I've always loved you' or 'You're the only woman for me.'”

“Nope”

“So it's just your sick, disgusting, perverted fantasy to impregnate your own sister?”

Dave looked over at his sister, who was still staring out the windshield of the car, and not looking at him at all. “Yeah, that's pretty much it.” He thought he had pretty much killed his chances of talking his way back into Cassandra’s panties, but any kind of romantic talk would set off her bullshit detector in about one second anyway.

Cassandra leaned back in the driver's seat and stared up at the roof of the car. She stayed that way long enough that Dave had actually started reaching for the door handle when she turned to look at him and said “Okay.”

“What, okay?”

Instead of answering him Cassandra reached down to the floor by her feet and picked up the Breeding Pass that she had dropped there when climbing into the back seat earlier. Reaching into her purse she pulled out one of those “write anywhere” markers and started writing on the Pass. After a minute she turned it over and wrote some more on the blank side. Then after fanning it in the air a few seconds to dry the ink she handed it over to Dave.

Dave took the card his sister was holding out to him and looked for the changes. On the front in the boarder over :Breeding Pass,” it now said David (god he hated being called David) Preston's. The rest of the changes were cross outs. The front now read:

'XX XXXXXXXXXXX XXXX XXX XXXXX XXX XXXX this card heartily authorizes the holder to demand XXX sexual XXX XX intercourse XXXX XXX XXXXXX XX XXX XXXXXXXX XXX with the stated intent to impregnate or be impregnated by said partner. All participants must be over the age of eighteen. XXXXX XXXX XX XXX XXXXX XXX XXXX. Issuer is not responsible for any consequences that ensue from use of said Pass. All pregnancies must be brought to term.’

On the back it said “Cassandra Preston only,” and below that “Exp. Date: NEVER!”

Dave looked back over at his sister after reading his new card. Even he could tell she was both scared and excited waiting to see his reaction. He knew he should ask if she was sure, or say something sweet and supportive, but his thoughts got derailed when he looked down from her face and saw the hard peaks of his sister's nipples poking through her t-shirt. He handed the Pass back to Cassandra. She looked at the card, then her eyes lifted to look her brother in the face waiting for him to say something. Checking the clock on the dash and knowing their parents weren't likely to be home for another hour, “I'm breeding you Cassandra. Go to my room.”

She bolted out the door, almost skipping as she headed into the house. Dave reached down to pick up his personal Breeding Pass and slipped it carefully into his wallet. This one was to valuable ever to lose.