Outnumbered

[So I've wondered what to do about the fetish for "American" women in this world. To my knowledge there's not been one set, yet. So, I'm going to take the route of setting how it works for my thread, knowing full well it might change for the story at large down the road.]

"We don't have a big family," I say, as I lazily strum my fingertips on Farah's thighs, "It's just me, my mom, and my twin sisters. I think you'll like my family. And I know they'll love you. They've been on me to get a girlfriend for some time now. My mom wasn't exactly thrilled when she found out about the roommate thing, but she's relaxed about it quite a bit."

"No dad?"

"No, I never knew my father. He took off shortly after my sisters were born, a little more than a year after me. From what my mom's told me, we didn't miss out on much. Apparently though, he was pretty well off, and never changed his will. The rumor is he died running from some bulls."

"In Spain?"

"No, east of Omaha. No one is quite sure why he got in the pen."

"Huh." I mean, what more could she say at that?

"Yeah," I continued, "My mom was pretty frugal with money, so we were able to get by pretty comfortably."

"Well, tell me about your family, what are they like?"

"My mom, Stacey, is really cool. Tall, long blonde hair. She's got a swimmer's body. Toned and muscular." Before she can interject, I answer the incoming question, "She was born in England, so she's got the whole 'likes to be treated like an object' thing going on for her. All things considered, I'm always stunned by how much she was able to repress it while raising us. It couldn't have been easy. She worked out of the home as much as possible. Once I hit 18, I think it got harder for her. Part of her wanted me, now that I was an adult, to treat her like that."

Had I been paying attention, I might have been unnerved by the spark of interest that shined in Farah's eyes at that, "Sounds a lot like my mom, trying to avoid letting her fetish control her too much. I'm really looking forward to meeting her. What about your sisters?"

"Gwen and Beth. They look a lot like my mom, but a bit shorter. Both really smart, they look mostly alike. Gwen's hair is closer to mom's platinum blonde, whereas Beth is closer to my dark brown. We'll be home for their 18th birthday, which is great. They both seem really worried about it."

"Oooh...we'll have to get them a kick-ass present!" Farah squeals, before frowning, "Wait...why would they be worried about their birthday?"

"What do you know about how the whole fetishes think works for Americans?"

The question caused Farah to pause her gyrations on my dick, "I know it's kind of weird, it's like a weird, genetic grab bag, right?"

"Basically. I've always heard it called it the 'Melting Pot' fetish. Whereas most countries you know your nationality, you know what fetish you can expect. Basically, what it boils down to for American girls, if no other country makes up more than 50% of your heritage, on your 18th birthday, some part of your genetic background will become dominant, and BAM. That's your fetish."

"And they have no idea what to expect?" Farah's eyes are wide at this.

"Well, a little. If you know your family is French/Japanese/South African/Australian, you've got an idea about what might be coming. Also, the more you are of something, the better the chance of that being your fetish. We know my mom's heritage, mostly English with some others thrown in, but my dad's side of the family is largely a mystery to us. The possibilities have Gwen and Beth a little terrified. Gwen, for example, has always been a bit of a neat freak, so she's really hoping that she doesn't find out she's part Vietnamese. Beth's always been super shy, and we KNOW there's a chance she'll wind up with a German's eagerness for public sex."

"Wow. Maybe we hold off on the birthday gift until after they know what they're dealing with. Either way, I'm really looking forward to meeting your family." With that, Farah cuddles into my chest, my dick still lodged inside her, and we both fall asleep.