Later That Day

My old man was silent as **** itself as he drove me home. "I think that the three hours is-" I started. "I don't want to know. You can lay with your mother and sisters as much as you want, the whole neighborhood can have your bastard seed, but I don't want any knowledge of it. Is that understood?" He glared. "Yes sir." I said, embarrassed by his implications.

The old man was a rough sort, serving in the second World War will do that to any fella, I suppose. He had me and my sisters in the years after returning from war.

First was my oldest sister Mary Anne, then the twins Susan and Barbara. And then me. He always wanted me to be like him, but I never could. I never wanted to. So instead, he raised Susan like the son he wanted in some ways. She was just about the toughest and strongest kid in the neighborhood, much to the anger of some of the boys. But we knew they'd never do anything unless they wanted to see our dad angrier than he'd ever been.

I'd heard rumors about the Three Hours disease before, even had a pen pal who had it. People with it could do some of the craziest, most taboo things imaginable and people would encourage them to do so.

My mom and three sisters were already outside and waiting for us, waiting for me. Mom quickly hugged me while my father just scoffed. "Dammit Ruth, you coddling him is probably what made him like this..." He grumbled before going inside.

"Oh, don't listen to him. We're here for you." She assured me. "Actually, my three hours is coming up. I was wondering if, well you know..." I trailed off. "Of course sweetie, which one of us were you thinking of laying with?" My mother asked.