Tim and Jen's relationship starts

Jen looked down at your hand on her hip and, despite her reservations, smiled.

The hospital conversation had managed to clear the air a bit between the two of you and while she had admitted it would be a difficult experience to see one person in front of her and know it was another one she was talking to, Jen had come around to the idea that she would try to make things work. You, for your part, hadn't said anything else further as you let her take the time she needed to make her mind up.

"You're really going to try, aren't you?" she whispered as you ran your hand along her hip slowly, in a gentle caress.

"I know how hard it's been for you and dad recently," you replied, still finding it a bit odd to talk about your new self in the third person. "I don't know how but I get these flashes of his memories and I can see how much the two of you sort of ... dropped off?"

She nodded, a sad look appearing on her face, as she lowered a hand to your chest and gently began to rub it. Despite the hospital gown being between your skin and hers, you felt the small warmth her touch generated and somehow your body began to crave it. "We haven't been ..... intimate in some time."

You knew your knowledge of sex and physical intimacy was lacking severely due to your age and the hesitancy of your girlfriend, Allison Lowry, but as you looked on at your mom as she spoke about the issues of emotional attachment and desire between them, you felt compelled to see how much more you could pull from your dad's memories, his portion of the brain you two now shared, and how best to take your mom, your wife, your woman, and make her yours. Dad, bless your heart, you had your chance. I'll take care of mom now...

Before she could react, you gently took her hand and pulled her down until she was close to you. Her eyes went wide as the implications of what your intent became clear but her body clearly wanted it, needed it, yearned for it, and she closed her eyes as your lips touched hers. It wasn't the hot steamy make-out session you wanted but it was one that you had dreamed of, a pliant and desired woman with her warm and soft lips pressed against yours. The fact that it was your mother? Perfect.

After a few moments, she pulled back to look at you in your eyes and she brought her hand to your face. "Sweetie, are you sure you want to do this with me?"

You smiled and pulled her back into a kiss, sealing her doubts away.