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"See?" Aunt Rosie says. "We both want it. And it's been such a long flight, onii-chan. So how about you let us climb up onto that... nice... thick... big-brotherly c--"
You step inside the room. Rosie, her hand feeling up Dad's tummy under his shirt in a decidedly un-sisterly way, isn't fazed at all. Whereas Dad and Aunt Makoto startle like you fired off a gun. Dad jumps back from Rosie and pulls his shirt down over his waist.
"Weeeeeessssss!" Rosie shrieks, mind shifting gears from sex to familial joy (not a distant shift). "Oh my gosh -- come give this old lady a hug already!!!"
But it's her who comes to you, sweeping you into her arms, squeezing you about tight enough to suffocate. You wheeze. What little air you do catch is tinged like candy. As always, Rosie smells like she was carved from a solid slab of bubblegum.
When she finally ends the hug and steps back, she keeps hold of your shoulders. "Wow! I cannot believe it. How many times have you been getting spurted, anyway?"
You jaw hangs open. You cough. "W-what?"
"You must have gotten like two or three spurts in a row!" She says. "Geeze Loufreakingise." She lays a palm flat against the very crown of her own head, and juts the fingertips out so that they boop your nose. "You're taller than me now! You're-- darling, she's taller than us! Anata! Kanojo no hou ga se ga takai desu yo!"
"I can see it," Makoto says placidly. But Rosie keeps poking your nose with her fingers to demonstrate, so Makoto adds: "don't be bothersome, darling."
"Oh my goodness goshness," Rosie says, squeezing your arms with both hands again. "It is SO good to see you."
"It's good to see you, too," you say. You nod at Makoto. "Both of you."
"You are becoming a very pretty girl, Wesley," Makoto says.
Dad gives her a look.
"I am allowed to notice," Makoto says.
"Contain yourself."
"She's got this whole Eurasian vibe going for her," Rosie says. "Totes adorbs."
"So I've been told..." you say.
"Just think!" Rosie tells Makoto. "Our kid could look just like that somed--"
"All right," Dad says, clapping his hands together. "It's been a long flight. How about we get you two some food and some R&R."
"I am sure Whitney has something nice for me to eat," Makoto says.
Dad casts you a sideways glance.
"Don't look so freaked out," you say. You glance at Makoto. "Good luck getting pregnant."
"Thank you," Makoto says, very sincerely.
Dad chokes on nothing.
"You too," you tell Rosie.
"Arigatou!" She chirps.
Dad really chokes that time.
