Lazy Weekend Delayed

You wake up spooning Staci, or whatever her name is and she smiles. Last night, Traci stormed off when you admitted that they had both slept with you of their own accord, outside of the contest. She demanded that you show her the ticket and take her there, but you ignored her, and when Staci refused to leave with her, she drove off, after trying to make a scene.

Despite all the midnight drama, you still awoke very early, much earlier than normal. It was about nine AM. You slipped on a new pair of shorts and shirt and tossed an old baggy shirt for Staci to wear, which she accepted quite eagerly. Life was good.

Dana and Staci got along well, Mom made pancakes for everyone, surprised at your early morning presence, and your father had already left for his weekend job at the airport. He was an air traffic controller, a stressful career, but he was somehow the most laid-back guy you ever met. "The news called again, dear," said your mother, "they want an interview."

"Maybe," you said, between bites. These pancakes were delicious.

"Also, that video you made when fucking Dana and I... it got out somehow. I don't know if you posted it or whatever, but they showed it on the news this morning. Uncensored even. I guess it's in the public interest." Your mother shrugged, but didn't like that a video of her fucking her own son was available for everyone to view.

"It's getting a lot of hits on YouTube," interjected Dana, bringing up the video where you can hear her moans and your grunts. "I'm pretty flattered by some of the comments." You scrolled down and saw a few good comments amidst a litany of gross ones. The video was age-restricted, but otherwise appeared in all its glory. It was posted by an anonymous user named FUSweeps, like the hashtag, as the only video they posted, although they were a YouTube user since the site's founding. Three million and counting had watched it, and FUSweeps had thousands of subscribers, although you suspected it was zero yesterday.

"Mom," you said, stirring the remains of your syrupy pancakes and looking down. "I- I came inside you yesterday."

She was still uncomfortable thinking about it, but placed her hand on yours. "That's okay, sweetie. It was just for the contest. These YouTubers seem to like it."

"What- what if you get pregnant?"

Your mother just smiled, as if the thought came to her already. "I don't think that's possible, honey. Not at my age. Your father and I always wanted a fourth after Dana, another boy, but nothing ever stuck."

You looked over uneasily at Dana, who was ignoring the conversation. "I came into Dana, too..."

"Eww... gross," she said. "I swear, if I have your **** baby, we're going to name him Retardo and put him on the short bus." Your mother tried to shush her. "I mean, really Mom? **** sex with John was bad enough, but having his kid? I'm really not ready for that. I'm glad this was one time, because I'm really not ready for that." She pushed away her plate and left, as Staci kindly took it and yours and hers from the table.

Your mother smiled at Staci, "Thank you," and you were soon alone at the table. The table you had fucked her on the day before. "Sweetie," she said, "I'm pretty sure the contest had rules about pregnancy. Something about intending it to happen."

Your mother had read the rules. And you had read them too, but glossed over. Along with the STD part, the pregnancy portion was something magical that didn't make sense, and you were still under the assumption that this was some sort of massive legal allowance. But it wasn't. It was clearly a rewritten universe at play. Magic was afoot, and you slipped out of the kitchen to find the paper that came with your ticket.

"Rule 15.6 - A Prize Contest Collection (woman) will not conceive a child unless the winner intends them too, either consciously or subconsciously. The purpose of the Free-Use Sweepstakes® is not to repopulate the area, but to provide sexual freedom to the winner. However, any child borne from the winner taking advantage of the contest will be considered in sole custody of the mother, and the winner will not bear any legal or financial responsibility in the child's upbringing."

Did you subconsciously want to impregnate your mother and sister? And what of Professor Claussen? Traci and Staci were outside of the contest, so you were worrying about them as well, and the legal implications of that.

*Knock, knock*

Staci stood in the doorway of your bedroom as you looked the paper over. "Is everything okay, sir?"

"It's John."

"Is everything okay, John?" she had an unease in her voice, but tried to hide it.

"I think I may have fucked a baby into my sister." You had had minor dreams about impregnating without consequence before, and this may have been in your subconscious this entire time.

"Okay," said Staci, as she was thinking. "I mean, it's a contest thing, so no harm, no foul. You seem to be worrying about this more than her."

Staci sat next to you and held your hand. "What about you?" you asked. "I fucked you in Traci's car yesterday without a condom. It doesn't matter what I was thinking, because it was outside of the contest."

She looked at the ground. "I was taking pills before I fucked Roderick, but I stopped a while back. Maybe... maybe we'll just wait and see if my period works or take a pregnancy test." She kissed your neck.

Staci's phone rang and you could see it clearly says "DAD". She took it and started arguing almost immediately. Apparently Traci had called him and told him she was fucking you multiple times. She asks to go, and you grant her leave to do so, for some reason.

By the time you went downstairs, Dana had agreed to give Staci the twenty-mile ride to her house two towns over, while your car was still in the college parking lot from yesterday. Mom was out back gardening, and you felt an itch to explore. If you could impregnate with impunity, you knew exactly where to go. Within walking distance.