Extreme Measures/Sean/RileyGuest
"We have with us today, Sean's youngest sister. Please welcome Riley Riley!"
You are a bit taken aback that your mother and at least your youngest sister were able to keep this a secret from you, but you do your best to hide it. Ever the showman, Riley steps onto the stage, pauses and takes a cute pose, then does a series of gymnastics to cross the stage, finishing perfectly in front of the seat that you just vacated. The audience is cheering for her nearly as much as they had for you. She waves energetically, and blows them kisses until they settle down; then takes her seat.
"Well now," says Jillian, "I think that's the first time we've ever had someone somersault to their seat!"
"Well," she said with a bright smile, "I've been training in gymnastics, swimming, fencing, archery, marksmanship, Aikijutsu, Kung-Fu, and Capoeira for the last three years since we found out I have double S-Factor genes. I don't get a lot of use in any of it right now, so I couldn't pass on the opportunity."
"It was rather impressive, I must say."
"Thank you."
"So, Riley Riley?" said Jillian, "do you ever get picked on about your name."
"I'm eight, so...yeah. All the time. My friends do it in a fun way, and when someone does it to be mean I just own it; like my brother taught me. If you make it into your own joke, insults have no power. Besides, the only thing I don't like is that they changed my ancestors' name to Riley from O'Riley. I would have loved to be Riley O'Riley. Then someone could say, 'Riley O'Riley, wherefor art thou Riley?'"
"Cute," says Jillian with a laugh. "So, we've been talking about the S-Factor act."
"Yeah," she says, then puts her hand up as though she were conspiring with the audience, "I was watching backstage." The audience laughs on cue with her natural charisma.
"Well then," says Jillian, who seems just as charmed by Riley as her audience is, "what do you think about what your brother said? I mean about having children with you and your sisters and mom?"
"Well," she says with a giggle, "if I was going to have babies with someone, I'd rather it be Sean than some rando off the street. Sean's a great big brother, and I know he'll be a great dad!" She again raises her hand to conspire with the audience. "He lets me eat cake for breakfast. Don't tell anyone." Which brings laughs from the audience once more. "Anyway, I think he might be the only person in America that has double S-Factor that's even close to my age. Besides, I'd rather have babies with my brother than for the earth to be conquered in forty years...even if I'll be old as dirt by then."
"I think you might be discounting some of the heroes that were too young to fight in the war, Riley," says Ellen. "Several of them are more age appropriate, and more importantly not related to you."
"Yeah," she says with a sigh, "I'll probably have to have babies with them too...and probably the old supers...and the foreign supers. It's a big responsibility to have two S-Factor genes. We have the best opportunity to build the super army; but without...what was it...genetic diversity? Yeah, that's what the teacher called it. Without genetic diversity those new supers could be targeted more easily with bioweapons. That's why we need to spread the genes out, and not close the door on any potential partners."
"It sounds like your teachers have taught you to tow the party line quite well," says Ellen with a scoff.
"Aw thanks," said Riley, "you too." To which the audience once again laughs. "But seriously, that sounds like a LOT of babies. I'll probably use surrogates for most of them like a lot of the celebrities are planning. Then I can just have babies with people I actually care about like Sean."
You feel yourself blushing as well as a rising erection. You try to calm both down, but only manage to appear more uncomfortable.
"You've been quiet Sean," says Jillian. "What's on your mind?"
"Usually when Riley has the room you just let her have it," you say. "She's always been good with people. But, yeah...nothing would make me happier than to have children with Riley one day."
"Well," says Jillian, "that day might be sooner than you think." She turns to Riley. "Is there something you'd like to tell your brother?"
The normally casual Riley preforms the rare act (for her) of blushing before saying, "I got my period a week ago. I've been going to my seminar instead of classes all week. One more week and I'll get my card."
You sit, dumbfounded for a moment. This was just what they wanted for the network, you're sure. They have you flabbergasted. You need to decide how to respond.
What do you do?
(Feel free to suggest other options . . . I'm drawing a blank.)