Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Week/Beatriz/Next Day
You woke to the smell of fresh coffee and the sound of running water and children laughing. The events of last night took a moment to come back to you, but they eventually did. You opened you eyes, a little surprised to find yourself alone, so you quickly dressed and went to the kitchen, where your sister was busy making eggs and toast.
“Morning, sleepyhead!” she said happily.
“’Sup, Triz,” you answered, happy to see her in better shape than last night, “listen… about last night…” her smile dropped at your words, and you were afraid you had already ruined things.
“…Yes I… I’m sorry I dropped that bomb on you like that,” she said, focusing back on the stove.
“No… I… I should have… I don’t mind that they’re… I understand why—”
“Would you have gone if you knew I was pregnant?” she interrupted you, still facing away from you.
“No! Of course not! I would have found another way… take you with me…”
Beatriz turned around, walked to you and embraced you, “I know… I knew even back then, that’s why I didn’t tell you. And then I just didn’t know how to bring it up, even when you returned, I had to be drunk just to say it.”
“I’m sorry—”
“Stop saying that!” she said, letting go and returning to the eggs. “Yes, it hurt a lot that your leave, but it was as much my fault as yours. It was I who demanded your virginity, remember?”
“Yes, that was quite a birthday present.”
“You know we can’t tell them the truth,” she continued, “but… do you want to be part of their lives… part of my life?”
“Of course!” you said, now it was your turn to walk up to her and embrace her from behind, “I would even if they were only my nieces.”
“But… I’m old, Johny,” she said in your arms, “old for you, at least. You’ve told me how you don’t care for women five years younger than me, and with your job… how could I—”
“I love you,” you said, realizing only now how much you were hurting her when you confessed to only liking girls, when she was already a woman, “I don’t care how old you are!” you turned her around and pressed your lips to hers, trying to probe your point, perhaps not only to her, but also to yourself.
“Mom!”
And again you jumped back, while Beatriz returned to make sure the eggs didn’t burn. The voice wasn’t there yet, but little footsteps could be heard coming down the hall.
“Mom! Eve want the red one but I want the green one, which one do we wear?!”
And first one, then two identical little girls were soon in front of you. Each had a dress on their hands, a long red one with frills, and a short green one with stripes. But other than that, both girls were completely naked, their hairs still wet and their little bodies in full display. You were unable to stop looking at their hairless little slits, also identical, just a small line between their legs.
“Why don’t you ask your uncle?” answer Beatriz, looking at you with a smirk.
“Which one do we use, uncle John?” the both said almost at the same time, turning towards you and presenting both dresses, thus covering at least the front of their bodies.
“The… green one?” you said at last, really wishing “none” would be an acceptable answer.
“Awww,” exclaimed the girl with the red dress in disappointment, while the other shouted a “Yay!”
“Now go get dressed, you need to eat breakfast before Luana arrives,” instructed their mother
“Ok!” they both agreed, and you were presented with the delightful show of a pair of identical naked asses running back to their room.
When you turned to look back at your sister, you could see her staring at you with an inscrutable look on her face. You couldn’t tell what you saw there… worry? fear? Hell, she could even be happy for all you could tell. It was more like she was curious. Interested to know… well… you knew exactly what she was wondering about, but you had no plans to hurt those little girls. You wouldn’t do something like that to the children of your precious little sister… and your own daughters at that.
“Uhh… look… I—” you began, wanting to answer her fears.
“No, it’s Ok,” she cut you off, “I know, you told me all about it, remember? I mean, thats why you have this job… doing exactly… that.”
“Look, Triz, I… I wouldn’t do anything to hurt them,” you told her.
“I know,” she said with a distant look in her eyes, “I know, but… you still want to do it with them, don’t you?”
“Uhh… I…” shit! How do you answer a question like that? Have sex with your own 10-year-old nieces… daughters? “Well, yeah, I do… but…”
“It might actually be a good thing if you did…” she said in a somewhat mousy, almost far-off tone of voice, but it was still pretty hard to miss. You were left dumbfounded by what you just herd.
“Wait, Beatriz, what?” was all the intelligible speech you managed to squeeze out as the blood you had for thinking seemed to be trying now to go to your other head instead, as it gave a brief twitch. You simply couldn’t believe your ears, did you just hear that right?
“I… I… uhh… Shit John, I mean, I know you would be gentle, and kind, and loving. Those birthday presents you gave to me left me feeling so filled with joy, I felt so fulfilled after you made love to me, and those nights I would sneak into your room…” whatever she was about to say, it was cut short as the tears began to overwhelm her ability to speak. Instinctively, wanting to comfort her, you began opening your arms and she immediately took that invitation to close the distance between you and cling to you like a drowning man to a buoy, “I… —sniff— I don’t want someone from this town to take my babies away from me John! I want you! I want you to show them how to love, and how to feel the love that you can give them. I… I…”
The rest of her words were cut off at this point as she broke down completely.
“Mommy!” the shrill voice cut through the house, “Mommy!” “Mommy!” two voices echoed each other as the pair of delicate little angels came rushing in to see what was the matter, having apparently forgotten completely about putting their cloths on as both of them were now huddled around you and their mother completely naked, without even the dresses held in front of them to obscure the view.
“What’s wrong?” one of them asked. At this point, you really couldn’t tell one from the other, but it was pretty obvious they both felt the same compassion and concern for their mother.
“Nothing —sniff—” Beatriz replied, suddenly finding the strength to calm herself down and find her feet before breaking the death-grip she had on you, “It’s nothing, I… I was just remembering how much I love your uncle John.”
“But why are you crying?” the same one who asked the previous question asked.
Beatriz responded to this by kneeling down, getting on eye level with her daughter and lightly patting her naked shoulder, “Because I missed him like crazy,” she said, “I’m so happy he’s back, that all my family is together once more, so mommy got a little emotional.”
“Are you gonna be Ok?” The one who had previously been standing silently asked.
“Yes,” she replied, “now go get yourselves dressed, you don’t wanna be bare-butt naked when Luana gets here.”
“O-kaaay,” the both of them said in stereo and then went scampering back off.
“Sorry about that,” your sister said, straightening herself out, “you… I did mean what I said just there… I mean… if you thought that would be Ok. You know what? Forget about it. I know, it’s wrong, I shouldn’t have said anything.”
You just hugged her once more, not saying a thing. You weren’t sure there was anything you could say that would make things right, you just wanted her to stop suffering because of you.
A knock in the door interrupted the moment, and Beatriz wiped her tears off to open. It was a young girl, her hair a exuberant pink color, the same one Beatriz had payed off yesterday when you arrived.
“Luana! It’s already so late?” greeted Beatriz, and you also looked at the clock. Indeed it was much latter than you expected, you would have to hurry just to make it in time to school, “the girls are getting dressed,” quickly informed Beatriz to the babysitter, “make sure they have breakfast and start on their lesson before you go to classes,” she said, quickly putting on some make-up and grabbing the car keys. You took a moment to much on a toast while you tried to fix your day-old clothes, luckily you had a change in your office, “there’s pasta and chicken in the fridge for supper, and if they finish their work you can take them to the park—”
“Don’t worry, Ms. Moore,” replied Luana calmly, helping your sister with her purse, “we’ll be fine, now go before your students begin to worry.”
The teen gave you a curious look, but said nothing as you and your sister leave for work, and only then you noticed the teen was carrying a St. Andre Truitt uniform in her bag.
“Is she a student?” you asked you sister as she quickly drove to school.
“Yes, Luana’s a senior, so she only has a few classes mid morning, she takes care of the twins in the morning before her classes and before I return.”
You looked at your sister, thinking you should say something about her previous statements, but you still weren’t sure what, “Triz, look—”
“You have to visit more often, John,” she continued, apparently not noticing your interruption, “I have to make sure you’re eating well.”
“I’ve been eating on my own for ten years, Triz,” you said with a smile,
“Yes, and it shows,” she said seriously, “don’t think I didn’t noticed how fast you tired last night.”
“Hey! I’m not a teenager anymore, and you weren’t—” you stopped, not wanting to bring back any sad topics again.
“You will come to the twins’ birthday party, right?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Their birthday is just a few days after yours, we could make it a joint birthday party!”
“I’d like that,” you said in honest happiness. For some reason being able to participate in your daughters’ birthday filled you with a mixture of pride and joy.
“Think what present you want, so I can tell them. They love to make birthday presents themselves, I’m sure they’ll be trilled to be make something for you.”
Remembering her previous comments, the first present that came to your mind was a very un-fatherly thing. But then again, all the birthday presents you gave her have been pretty un-brotherly things as well. You wondered if she was having the same thought as you, or if her speech was as innocent as it looked on the surface.
You arrived at school a few minutes late, when all the students were already inside, and Beatriz quickly ran to her classroom, where the students might have already started a revolution without someone to keep them quiet.