Twenty Five Pairs

Twenty-Five Pairs by T.S. Severe

Chapter Twelve Fredericksburg, Virginia 2012

"Hey!" Dana was all smiles, back from her trip and back to her old self. "I got you a t-shirt!"

"You did?" I was lying on my bed studying. "Where'd you go?"

"Disneyworld!" Dana grinned at me, holding up a big white t-shirt with Minnie Mouse on it.

"For two weeks?" I giggled.

"Nah, we went to see mom's sister too. She lives in Miami." Dana shrugged.

"Cool." I nodded. "Hey! I got you something too."

"Really?" Dana sat down on my bed.

"Yeah." I reached under my pillow and pulled out a box, gift wrapped and everything. "Happy Birthday."

"Awww...I thought you forgot!" She smiled.

"Don't be so dopey. I'm not gonna forget your birthday." I said. "Go on, open it."

"Thanks!" Dana tore into it and pulled out a book, narrowing her eyes. "What is it?"

"It's a diary." I said. "You know, you write stuff in it."

"Like what?"

"Like whatever." I laughed. "Like how you feel about stuff, or whatever."

"That's what I got you for!" She laughed at me and I rolled my eyes.

"Well, if you don't like it..."

"No, it's way cool, Jen." She smiled. "Thanks. You can't go reading it though! I'll probably be writing about you mostly."

"I won't." I promised. "See? It's got a little lock on it."

"Yeah. Where's Ronnie?" Dana asked me. "I got something for him too."

"What did you get him?"

"A snow globe!" Dana giggled. "It's got the Little Mermaid in it, like sitting there and Flounder floats around."

"Oh." I laughed. "He'll like that."

"Yeah." Dana laughed. "So where is he anyway?"

"I dunno." I shrugged. "Did you look in his room?"

"Duh!" Dana rolled her eyes at me. "So what did I miss while I was gone, huh?"

"Not a thing." I shook my head.

"But you guys were really doing it, huh?" Dana pursed her lips. "It's cool. I'm not mad or nothing."

"You sure?" I gave the girl a sideways look.

"Yeah, I swear." Dana shrugged. "So he's like gay, huh? That figures."

"Why?" I asked her.

"Well, that's why he doesn't like me, right?" She smiled. "I thought it was something else for awhile there. Like I got bad breath or something."

"He likes you." I grinned. "He just...Yeah, he's gay."

"Cool."

It was a lie, but a good one if it kept Dana happy. I hadn't spoken to Ron in a week, except maybe a hello once in awhile, or asking him to pass the salt at the dinner table. We needed to talk too, but I just wasn't sure how to go about it, or even what I'd say to him. He was pregnant with my baby though; I couldn't change that, or ignore it.

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"I got your message." Ron said with a hesitant smile.

"Come on up." I told him and I was in the hay loft, our 'secret place' as I'd called it in the note I'd slipped under his door. It had seemed easier that way. But I was kind of a coward too.

"Okay." He nodded, climbing up the ladder. "Where's Dana?"

"She went to the store with Renee." I said with a grin. "We're safe."

"She got me a snow globe." Ron chuckled, looking around as he reached the top.

"I heard that. Sit here." I patted the straw littered floor next to me. "Little Mermaid, huh?"

"Yeah." Ron shrugged. "It's pretty cool, really. I didn't think I'd like it, but I dunno. If I look at it hard enough, I can see things, you know?"

"Some things are like that." I agreed, feeling his body close to mine as he sat down.

"I shouldn't have said that stuff about your boyfriend." Ron cleared his throat. "That was...Wrong."

"Yeah." I nodded. "It was."

"I got jealous." He was looking down.

"I love Josh." I said. "What we're doing is just..."

"Fooling around?" Ron glanced at me.

"Yeah." I decided. "Like that. It's for fun, you know?"

"I'm gonna have a baby." Ronnie sighed.

"Did you tell Mr. Fox?" I asked him.

"I'm scared to tell him." Ron sucked at his top lip. "You think he'd take it away?"

"Maybe." I shrugged. "I don't know."

"Or get an abortion." Ron said softly. "He'd probably do that."

"Yeah." I closed my eyes, leaning back against a bale of hay.

"I didn't think he would at first." Ron spoke slowly. "That's why I did it, but now I think he would."

"Did what?"

"Got pregnant." Ron looked at me. "I know where babies come from."

"Well, yeah..." I narrowed my eyes.

"I wanted it to happen, Jen. I was trying." He sighed. "I'm sorry."

"Why didn't you ask me?" I frowned.

"You'd say no." He laughed. "I figured you'd ask anyway, but you never did. Except that first time and after that, I dunno, I just thought you didn't care or forgot or something. I wasn't gonna remind you."

"Shoot. It made me mad." I bounced my left heel off the wood. "You shoulda said something. You told me you were gonna get a diaphragm."

"I know. I was, but...I'm sorry. I guess that's why all those girls get in trouble, huh?" Ron smiled sheepishly. "It's pretty easy to let it happen."

"Yeah it is." I sighed and I wasn't mad anymore. I'd gotten over it and punished the boy long enough. "Too easy."

We were quiet for ten minutes after that. Probably longer, just watching the afternoon go by, the shadows creeping through the barn.

"I'm getting my mom's lab notes." I said finally. "Mr. Fox called me other day, he's sending a guy down in a week or two."

"That's the stuff about you, right?" Ron looked at me and I nodded. "You think I'm in there too?"

"I don't know." I said and we'd talked about this a little. "He isn't giving me everything. Probably not even half."

"I wish I knew where I came from." Ron leaned back, closing his eyes and I gave him a sad smile.

"I know." I said. "I'll find out if I can, okay?"

"Yeah."

"You gotta see a doctor." I told him, and this had been on my mind.

"I do." Ron said. "Every week."

"You didn't tell them you're pregnant though."

"No."

"You need to see a real one, like an OB-GYN or something." I said. "You don't know what's going on with your body."

"I stopped taking the drugs."

"I know." I nodded. "But...You gotta tell Mr. Fox."

"Yeah." Ron agreed, but neither of us really wanted that.

"And..." I cleared my throat. "...I want to take some blood."

"Mine?" He opened his eyes and looked at me. "Why?"

"Cause I want to know who you are." I told him. "I can do some stuff up at school. They pretty much let me do whatever I want in the labs."

"What're you going to do?"

"I'm gonna check your DNA." I said. "I want to compare it to mine, for one thing. I want to check your chromosomes too."

"See if we're really the same?"

"Yeah." I nodded. "Sometimes when I look at you..."

"What?" Ron asked me softly.

"...You look like my dad." I told him and I'd been thinking about that a lot.

"Really?" Ron smiled.

"Sorta." I shrugged. "You got the same eyes."

"Maybe we're cousins." Ron chuckled and then he caught the look on my face. "What?"

"We wouldn't be cousins." I licked my lips. "If my mom and dad...If...I wasn't the first one."

"I don't understand, Jen." Ron narrowed his warm hazel eyes, just like my dad used to do it when he was thinking hard.

"There aren't very many people around who can do what my mom did, even today, and twenty years ago...She was probably the only one."

"Wait. You think your mom...Made me?"

"My mom and dad." I nodded.

"You're my sister?" Ron blinked at me.

"I don't know."

"But why...That's...I'm five years older than you, it could be anybody." Ron said. "Some other doctor."

"Maybe." I shrugged, but in my heart I didn't think so. My mom was still light years ahead of everybody.

"They wouldn't have done that, would they?" Ron swallowed hard. "Your mom and dad, they wouldn't just forget about me. Would they?"

"No." I shook my head and that's what was bothering me the most.

I knew my mom and dad and they weren't like that. They wouldn't make a baby and then leave it in some hospital to grow up cold and lonely and stuck with needles for its whole life. Ron had been like...Tortured. He'd grown up with nobody, not even a last name. He wasn't even a person, so far as the world knew. He didn't exist and that was so wrong. My parents wouldn't ever do that to anybody.

"I'm going to find out though." I said after a minute. "One way or the other, okay?"

"I'm kind of scared." Ron was looking at me and I was opening a sealed bag with a syringe in it that I'd swiped from Johns Hopkins.

"Me too. Hold this." I said, handing Ron a small gauze pad. "Let me see your arm. Make a fist for me. You got nice veins."

"What if..." Ron winced slightly as I stuck him with the needle.

"Don't tell Mr. Fox about this." I fitted a vacuum tube to the syringe and watched it fill with purplish red blood. Just one vial, I didn't need much at all.

"Okay."

"Seriously." I pulled the tube and then the needle. "He can't know anything about it, alright?"

"Yeah." Ron nodded, pressing the gauze to his arm.

I capped the needle and put it back in the plastic and into my purse. I put the blood in there too, zipping it inside a little pocket. I'd have to make some arrangements up at Johns Hopkins, lab time wasn't cheap and while they gave me a lot of it, I still had to justify what I was doing. I needed the paperwork, the authorization, but I knew where to get that.

"I guess we should go back down." I said a minute later. "Before Dana gets back."

"She thinks I'm gay anyway." Ron laughed.

"Yeah." I smiled. "She give you a hard time?"

"No, she's actually been pretty sweet." Ron shrugged and then paused, "But..."

"What?"

"I've missed you." Ron looked at me, swallowing hard. "I mean...I'm sorry and..."

"You might be my brother." I sighed, looking down at his hand as it touched my thigh.

"Not yet." Ron whispered and his voice trembled, he was so afraid I'd reject him again.

"I missed you too." I said after half a minute.

"You did?"

"I...yeah." I nodded. "I told my boyfriend, Josh...I told him about us."

"Oh."

"He wasn't really mad." I said. "He just...I don't know. He wanted to know why."

"What did you say?"

"It was an accident." I giggled. "There isn't any good reason."

"I'm sorry."

"He still loves me." I forced myself to smile. "He wants to come see me."

"Is he going to?" Ron was sliding his fingertips along my legs, bare beneath the cutoff shorts I was wearing.

"I'm going to ask Mr. Fox if he can come." I said. "Just for a little bit, you know?"

"Yeah." Ron nodded.

"I haven't seen him in like two years already." I said, mostly to myself. "I miss him so much."

"He's really lucky." Ron sighed.

"Think so?" I smiled at the older boy.

"Yeah." Ron nodded. "I'd trade places with him in a heartbeat."

I laughed at that and looked into his eyes. "Hey."

"What?"

"Let's go to your room." I said.

"Uh..." Ron swallowed hard. "...What's wrong with right here?"

"I wanna see your snow globe." I giggled as his eyes suddenly dropped.

"Oh, I thought you meant..."

"Besides," I bit my bottom lip, "this hay stuff really itches my butt."

"Oh!" Ron looked up again and he was smiling. "Yeah, it does."

"We just gotta make sure we lock the door." I said, standing up and reaching for his hand. "Come on, Becky needs a kiss."

"Heh." Ron stuck out his tongue at me and we were okay again.

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"Professor?" The secretary had let me past after a five minute wait, but I still knocked on the door, peeking around it shyly cause he liked that from his students, particularly the young blonde ones.

I was wearing green scrubs, a long white smock and just a little makeup, a touch of lipstick and that was it. I had my stethoscope stuffed in one pocket, my clipboard in my hand, a beeper, and three different pens in my pocket. My long golden hair was pulled back in a ponytail between my shoulders and I'd been making rounds like a good student should. After a little more than a year of medical school, I was already finishing my third year of the curriculum, and so I was the eyes and ears of Dr. Amir Soeren, resident pathologist and associate professor of medicine at Johns Hopkins Medical School. My Sugar Daddy as we say and my career was very much in his hands.

If he wasn't happy, I wasn't happy.

"Jen, alright. Let's have it." He looked at his watch and frowned.

"Yes sir." I nodded, finding my way into a chair near his big desk and I started going through his patients.

Some forty minutes later we were finishing up and I'd only screwed up twice, just little things.

"...patient's sputum contains Mycoplasma pneumoniae. I've got her in isolation and started her on Erythromycin. We should see some improvement in the next twelve hours. I have another B-Series scheduled for twenty two hundred tonight."

"Good. Good job today, Jen." Dr. Soeren was sitting back with his hands behind his head. "Anything else?"

"Well..." I closed the metal cover of my clipboard slowly. "...There is one other thing. I was wondering if that offer of bed and breakfast in Martha's Vineyard was still open."

I smiled and Amir's deep blue eyes widened slightly. He was a good looking man, dark and tall with a thin black beard neatly trimmed. His mother was Persian, his father from Sweden and it was an interesting mix, I thought.

"I believe you gave me a rain check on that." I sat back with a smile, crossing my legs and wishing I was wearing a skirt.

"This weekend?" He asked with a smile of his own.

"Could be." I agreed slowly. "If I can get some lab time this week. I need to work up some samples for my practicals and getting through Dr. Killian and into..."

"Killian?" Amir rolled his eyes and I'd picked that name for a reason. "She's a bureaucrat. What did she tell you?"

"I could have the weekend." I shrugged. "If they're not too busy."

"Hmph."

"I'd much rather have other plans." I said, giving my fifteen year old voice a sweet inflection the man couldn't miss.

"Oh, you will. Where's your chit?" He asked and I had it right there in my clipboard, lab requests in triplicate, naming myself as the technician and the samples as anonymous alphanumerics, which was hardly unusual. All I needed was a signature for the time and money.

"Here you go." I cleared my throat.

"DNA huh?" Dr. Soeren looked at me and shook his head. "You're good with people, Jen. You should think about it."

"I am." I lied and he'd been trying to get me into clinical pathology. "You'll have all weekend to convince me, right?"

"I hope so." Amir chuckled, signing his name quickly and I let out the small breath I was holding. "Now I just have to call my wife. Friday afternoon?"

"Perfect." I nodded, giving him a genuine smile full of happy promise.

Letting the man own my body for a few days would be a small price to pay for finding out who Ron really was. Most of my male professors had hit on me at least once and it had nothing to do with my age and everything to do with my body. I was mature enough that it was easy for them to forget I wasn't eighteen, especially if I went to pains to make myself available sexually. That was largely a matter of letting myself become aroused and using that curious biological seduction to good advantage. I wasn't doing anything a lot of other girls didn't, teacher-student relationships are far from uncommon afterall, I just did it better.

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"Another one?" I smiled as Amir laid a thin box on the bed, wrapped in pink silk, of all things, with a red satin bow. "You're making me nervous."

"Am I?" He stood there smiling and we were just outside Edgartown on the Atlantic Coast. "That's not what I want."

"Hmmm..." I pulled the box towards me by the bow as I sat there in the early Sunday morning light. It was my third gift, Amir spoiling me Friday night with roses and perfume, Saturday afternoon with a diamond tennis bracelet, and now this...

"Black is your color." Amir smiled as I open the box and removed a wonderfully light camisole and matching lace thong.

"Oh, you should have given me this first." I chided the man with a sexy pout. "Our weekend is almost over."

"That's for the next one." He licked his soft lips. "Don't put it on. Save it."

"Amir." I smiled at him. "This was one weekend."

"Yes."

"One beautiful, wonderful weekend." I sighed. "But only one."

"Everything starts with one." The man moved to join me on the bed, which we'd hardly left over the last thirty-six hours.

I put the lingerie carelessly into the box, pushing it aside as I sat there wearing nothing at all. My cock was semi-hard, because Amir was a handsome man, exotic and intelligent, and every bit as naked as me. He moved slowly, gracefully like a cat, and I watched his long dark prick as it moved between his thighs. I opened my arms to embrace him and the warmth of his smooth flesh on mine was immediately welcome.

"And soon you'll be saying you love me." I giggled. "And then where will we be?"

Amir's mouth found mine as he moved to press his cock against my left thigh, his left hand reaching to find my penis and grasp me gently. He was a very good lover and I'd enjoyed myself intensely beneath his amorous attentions. I felt his tongue, light and almost feminine, dancing across my own and I rewarded him with a soft moan. My cock was growing stronger while he stroked me slowly and he had been surprised to find it that first night, but he was hardly homophobic and the pleasure had been all ours.

"I want to keep you like a bird in a cage." He breathed, pulling his lips from mine and looking into my eyes. "How can I let you go?"

"You can't." I sighed, moving my legs, spreading them and wrapping myself around his waist as I slipped down.

I was on my back with Amir kneeling in front of me and I reached for his cock, pulling it close to my own as I used both hands to hold us together, masturbating our erections as if they were one. He just watched me, smiling and moving his hands lightly over my thighs and hips. I felt his heavy balls, covered with fine curling hair, black like his beard and tickling my own clean shaven scrotum. I moved my left hand down, just to feel us together, our balls in my tender fist and I rolled his testes with mine. It was a delightful sensation and I giggled softly.

"Do you like that?" I asked him.

"Very much." Amir nodded slowly. "I should find the devil who made you and kiss his feet."

"Hmmm...Why don't you kiss my feet instead?" I laughed, bringing my left foot to his stomach and sliding it slowly up his chest.

"Temptress." Amir chuckled, taking my foot in his right hand and lifting it to his mouth.

I sighed as he kissed the sole of my foot lightly and then my toes, opening his mouth and taking them inside slowly, one by one. He licked and sucked at them while I played with our cocks, and that was such an exquisite experience, the man making love to my foot. I closed my eyes, making low satisfied noises beneath my breasts as they rose and fell at a languid pace. Everything was slow and warm and lovely.

Amir pressed my foot to his cheek finally, tickling me with his beard and I opened my blue eyes to laugh and then he was lifting me, putting his hands beneath my ass while I put my legs over his shoulders. He wanted me now and I was happy. The man crouched over me as I let him go, his heavy cock jutting strong and straight from his firm body. He rolled me up and I nodded as I felt his wet cockhead against my anus, already well-worn by our long weekend of carnal delights.

I gasped, pulling Amir to kiss me when I felt his cock pressing inward, stretching my hungry anal sex for his pleasure. He was nicely formed, the perfect size for me, and I opened my mouth for his tongue as Amir thrust into my rectum hard. The faint discomfort was nothing compared to the joy of being filled and I accepted him readily, greedily in fact as my body molded itself to his manhood. I was squeezing him, my muscles clasped tightly around the head and shaft of Amir's prick, drawing him deeper until I felt him caressing my soft prostate and giving me that delicious spasm of deep pleasure.

"Ahhhh...Fuck me, Amir..." I breathed, moving my hands to his hips and digging my fingernails into him, urging the man to take me.

"You're in a mood now, eh?" Amir laughed and he was perceptive enough to understand what I most needed.

He fucked me almost violently then, pressing his body hard against mine so that I was impaled upon his prick. He drove into me over and over while I gasped and groaned beneath him, kissing him as I was able, begging him to fill me with his cock. It was relentless and wonderful, the bed shaking as he strove to drive his cock through my bowels and into my heart. The damp slapping of our sweaty flesh filled the room and the desperation was what I liked best. That and my own vulnerability, the helpless nature of my submission as I was caught and overwhelmed by the man's strength. He was taking me and I loved that most of all.

"I'm...There..." Amir breathed and I cried out with my own orgasm when I felt him unleashed in the depths of my ass.

He was filling me with sperm once more, giving me his seed. I accepted it gratefully, my own cock ejaculating my creamy lust between us, trapped between his body and mine. It was so good like that, cumming together, and I could only stare into the man's shining eyes as he watched the pleasure consume me. I pulled him down for more kisses while I held his cock inside my body. He was mine now, my beautiful Amir, and we both knew it. The bird in the cage wasn't me at all and like every other man I'd loved, I'd never be free of him.

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"Where's Ronald?" I asked as I entered the kitchen.

My driver had just returned me from Baltimore and it was lunchtime Monday. They were all there. Karl, Renee, Dana...But not Ronald and I felt a sudden pain in my stomach as Dana looked at me, frowning.

"Where's he at?" I repeated.

"Mr. Fox came for him." Karl cleared his throat. "Saturday."

"He's gone." Dana said and she looked down, spooning her soup slowly, not eating.

"Gone where?" I blinked, dropping my backpack on the floor. "I need to talk to him."

"We don't know about these things." Renee said softly. "Sit down. Did you have lunch already? I'll get you something..."

"No." I shook my head and left, going for the telephone.

It was dark by the time Mr. Fox arrived and I'd been waiting impatiently, pacing the house and the yard outside. I'd looked through Ron's bedroom and found nothing. As if he hadn't been there at all and I'd ignored Karl and Renee, and Dana had mercifully kept her distance. She was suffering anyway as the girl had liked Ronald a lot.

"He's my brother." I said, not waiting for Mr. Fox to even exit his car, but opening the passenger door myself and tossing the lab reports into his lap.

"Yes." Mr. Fox sighed, picking up the papers and not looking at them.

"Where is he?" I took a step back, letting the old man get out and his driver was there, looking between us uncertainly.

"It's alright, Arnie." Mr. Fox looked at the man and then at me. "Let's walk, shall we? The night air is good for my constitution."

"Where's Ronald?" I asked again, walking beside him slowly now in the well lit yard of the farm.

"He's safe. He's been looked after, you don't have to worry."

"He's locked up you mean?" I shook my head. "In another hospital? He called you didn't he? He told you."

"That he was pregnant, yes." Mr. Fox nodded and he walked slowly, with his hands behind his back and I could barely contain my nervous energy.

"And that was the point." I laughed sadly. "Wasn't it?"

"The point?" Mr. Fox looked at me.

"To bring us together. To get him pregnant." I said. "You wanted us to do it."

"Yes, of course it was." The man said. "What other reason could there be?"

"Fuck you." I breathed.

"No need for that." Mr. Fox shook his head. "It was necessary. You're a doctor...Or will be soon enough. You must understand the benefits of..."

"I don't understand any of it." I said. "How did my parents ever agree to this? To what you did to him?"

"They didn't know all the details." Mr. Fox told me. "I spared them as much as I could. As I would spare you, Jennifer."

"He was their son!" I stared at him. "How could they not know what you were doing to him?"

"Ronald was conceived in vitro. We used a surrogate." Mr. Fox said. "Your parents merely provided the genetic materials, and the expertise of course, it was never your mother's intention to bring the pregnancy to full term."

"She was...What? Conducting experiments on the embryo? On fetal tissue?"

"Fetal development, a feasibility study, you might say." Mr. Fox smiled at me. "After her work was largely finished it was determined that the opportunity for further study shouldn't be wasted."

"Mom thought the baby was aborted." I shook my head. "And you told her it was."

"No, she knew." Mr. Fox told me. "We'd hoped for better results with Ronald, but as you saw the boy is unstable."

"Maybe keeping him in hospitals his whole life might have had something to do with that, you think?" I asked sarcastically. "God. You people...How could my mom do that?"

"She was a scientist, a realist." Mr. Fox said, his voice soft in the shadows we passed. "She tried, your mother and father both, but it was clear that there were...complications. Even as a very young child, Ronald was anti-social. Emotionally fragile, depressed and volatile; for his own safety it was necessary to isolate him."

"I don't believe you."

"Jennifer, it wasn't possible to keep him and so your parents made the only decision they could." Mr. Fox said sadly. "I wished it were different, we all did. Your mother especially agonized over this; I won't see you do the same."

"Right." I licked my lips. "I want his files too."

"That's not possible." Mr. Fox stopped walking and we looked at each other. "You've met him; you've learned the truth, now you have to let it go."

"He's my brother." I swallowed hard. "He's carrying my child."

"He's the reason you're so successful, my dear." Mr. Fox said. "Ronald was invaluable to your own development and your mother put him to good use. Don't squander that gift."

"What's going to happen to him?" I felt like crying.

"I have to go now." Mr. Fox took my shoulders in his hands, giving me a gentle squeeze. "You need to rest."

"Rest? How can I..."

"Your friend is coming; I've made the necessary arrangements. You've been a darling and so very busy." Mr. Fox smiled at the look on my face. "Yes. Josh. He'll be here tomorrow evening."

"This is how you do it, huh?" I fought down the surge of happiness I felt and frowned. "When you can't bully someone, you bribe them?"

"I do what I have to." Mr. Fox let me go. "It's what we all do, Jennifer."

In my room, under my pillow, I found the snow globe Ron had left for me and I stared into it for hours, trying to see what wasn't there. I missed Ron terribly and I hoped he knew, wherever he was now, that he had a sister and he wasn't alone. He deserved that small comfort at least and I felt in my heart that I'd failed him somehow. It was a pain unlike any other and didn't know how to make it stop.

End of Part 12

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