Chapter 6: LYON

"Mengele go back to your lair this doesn't concern you." She slinked her nosy ass back down the stairs, muttering some shit under her breath as she went. Kat and her fucking kids; never a dull moment in this shit.

"Dad we were just having sex, you always told us it was natural and that once we were old enough to just be careful." Fucking kid thinks he's smooth.

"Yes I know, but why were you both on her at the same time?" I'm raising a house full of freaks, where the fuck did they get this shit?

"It's fun dad." Quint the little fuck grinned like he thought this shit was funny. Like I wasn't gonna have to go deal with my freaked the fuck out wife.

"Boy, where did you learn about this shit?"

"The girls like it dad."

"Girls, you mean this wasn't the first time?"

"Of course not, the girls love it. It's what everybody does." The little shit shrugged his shoulders like 'no big deal'.

I'm not equipped to deal with this shit; and I thought I was out there. "This girl, when I go down there is she gonna tell me that you forced her to do this shit?"

"Of course not dad what do you take us for?" I rubbed the pressure from my nose bridge. "So what, is this like what you two plan to do from now on?"

"What do you mean?" Now they both looked about ten with those stupid looks on their faces. Two six feet tall ten year olds.

"I mean Aiden, do you two plan on sharing a woman for the rest of your lives?" They looked at each other. "Hell no."

"So it's just a game?" I need all the details to tell my wife the clueless wonder before she spaz the fuck out.

"No dad, we just...you know how we've always done everything together, how no one outside the family can ever tell us apart? Well when we take a girl together it's the same they can't tell who's who. Kinda makes it more exciting and we can read each other you know? It makes it ten times better for us and for them."

"How the fuck would I know? You see me with a twin?" Didn't I tell her hardheaded ass no- fucking kids? Why am I still paying for this shit all these years later? Now I have to find the words to explain to her why her sons are fucking degenerates.

"Unless it's a party..." Fucking Quint started to high five his brother until the look on my face stopped him. "Sorry dad but what's so wrong with what we did? I mean, she asked for it."

"She asked for it?"

"Yeah, she heard from her friends how hot it was and said she wanted to try it out. We never force anyone to do anything they don't want to promise."

"And you've done this before." Fucking freaks and their shit.

"Yeah, since we were like fifteen, but we got better with practice." I'm gonna drown this kid in his bathtub later.

"This isn't done, you two better stay out of sight until I call you later. I have to go calm your mother the fuck down." I left them standing there looking at me like I was the one with the problem and went to talk to these people's daughter.

***

She was sitting at the edge of her seat in my living room looking fresh young and innocent. What the fuck is up with kids these days? I thought for sure the boys would make my life easier when it came to this shit. I can teach them how to be men, how to treat a woman right. What the fuck do I know about this shit they were into?

I didn't see Mengele until I was almost up on her. "You, scram." She rolled her fucking eyes at me and walked as slowly as she could from the room.

The damn kid looked more scared now than she did when I tossed her out of my sons' room. Who knows what the fuck my terror said to her in the ten minutes they were in here.

"Your name?"

"Leslie Mr. Lyon." Now she's shy and demure and shit. No wonder they get away with everything. The other two do pretty well in school, and never really give me any trouble, who'd suspect that they're into this shit?

"Did my sons coerce you in any way to come here?" She got jittery as fuck and looked around the room. Kid, I'm as uncomfortable as you are. Just tell me what the hell I want to know so we can put this shit to rest and I can go deal with my traumatized wife.

"No sir." Her face went up in flames. She was embarrassed and I could only imagine if she were one of my daughters. I'd kill the fucks. My guts dropped at the thought and now I had a new headache. I have five of them to look out for. The fuck!

"Why don't you run on home, and Leslie, I know those two are my sons, but you better ask yourself if this is something you want for your life, if you'd look back on this with joy, shame or whatever. I'm not gonna preach to you but you're what, eighteen?"

"Seventeen sir...but I'll be eighteen in a couple of weeks." Fuck me.

"Do me a favor, don't come back until you're twenty-one." Maybe by then she'd have some sense or at least she'd know what the fuck she wants.

***

I headed up the stairs after letting her out the door. I passed the twins' room on the way to mine and their mother's and the fucks were laying across their beds doing homework. Fucking unbelievable.

"Daddy!" Shit, fuck!

"Dammit!" I almost stepped on her. "Mengele, what are you doing lurking around in the hallway? In the dark?" She stepped in line with me like I invited her nosy ass somewhere.

"Daddy, what was that girl doing in the boys' room?" The fuck!

"Homework!" She gave me a look that said, 'don't play me'. I'm not gonna see this kid into her teens. Either I'm gonna send her away to get tested, or she's going to do me in.

"So why did mommy scream then?"

"She saw a bug." The little shit snorted.

"We don't have bugs daddy."

"How do you know?"

"Because I don't like them, so I made something to keep them out."

My gut went cold with fear and swear to fuck I could no longer feel my legs. "What do you mean?" She shrugged her little shoulders and I saw years of looking at her through Plexiglas flash before my eyes. "What do you mean?" What did you use?"

"Just something I made."

"This thing you made, can your little brother and sisters get into it?"

"Of course not daddy, it'll kill them; duh!" She rolled her eyes the way her mother does when she's calling me stupid. I stopped walking and looked down at her. "Mengele, have you ever heard of an orphanage?"

I'm pretty sure that look she just gave me and that smirk meant that she'd have my ass in a home before I could send her off to one. "They don't have them anymore daddy."

"How do you know this?"

"Humph, daddy you're always threatening to send me to one so I checked."

She walked away leaving me to look after her retreating back. She's maybe four feet tall, barely eight years old, why am I so afraid of her? I shook my head, rubbed my gut, and went after my wife. I can't wait to get back to the shop tomorrow.

School is gonna be out soon for the summer and I'm already dreading that shit. It's already hot as fuck like someone broke the barometer, but I'm not complaining, next thing you know, I do that shit and there'd be hail pelting my house.