Johnny Doe-Hostetler, Son of an EDP

Note: This is a continuation of my original story over at Sexual Privilege, and was written by LiteraryLover. I intend to continue it here.

My name is Johnny Doe-Hostetler, son of John Doe and grandson of the son of a bitch who killed him. And this is the story of how out of my dozens of brothers and sisters, I inherited my father's disease and what I did with it.

June 6th 2039, twenty years after John Doe's ****.

"Sweetie wake up, you're going to make us late for your sister's birthday?" My mom, Leigh, said knocking on my door after she opened it.

"Which one...?" I grumbled rhetorically. Pretty much a quarter of the city of Doestown was my sister, brother or step-sibling. It made dating kinda awkward when any girl you meet is basically a coin flip away from attending the family reunion. Not like that stopped some of my brothers.

"Besides, I don't feel so good. I feel like...dizzy. Since last night." I told her. I could see her face turn into one of worry as she pulled out her Port-Hole, sort of like an old smartphone and make a call to old Dr. Mitchell.

It wasn't long before both my moms took me to St. John's Center for EDPs that I began to worry. There's no way I could be one, right? Isn't being an EDP what grandpa killed dad over?

The nurse took a blood sample and came back to the office where me and my moms waited.

"Mr. Doe-Hostetler, I'm sorry to inform you that you do in fact have the EDP disease." The nurse said, reading the results. "We'll need to act quickly."

"Son, is there anyone in particular you want to help you.... reliving yourself with?" My other mother, Rebecca, asked.