Chapter I.II
I hate my brother. I hate parents, And most of all, I hate Aunt Colleen. And now it's storming, and we're stuck here until the stupid storm ends. Oh how wonderful.
I should explain myself. First off, I don't know if Amy's going to do this but I read her chapter 1. It was good, and it gives me the excuse to write about my stupid, idiot family. If I had a choice, I would run far, far away from here, probably to New England or France, and be free. I'm a spinster in all but name. I've probably haven't presented yet because I'm infertile, or at least that's what the doctors say. 2And what man or alpha wishes to marry an infertile woman. Thus a spinster in all but name. I would love to leave this place and never look back. I can't stay in a place where I will be constantly judge about my spinster-ness or be pity for it. I want to leave, and do something, maybe even travel the world. Writing would be nice, I've done it a few times and made money off of it. I'm good, or at least good enough to get paid. I could also teach, but unless I go west 3 that's not a viable option. And that writing part brings us to this book. I could make a killing if I take a time of my life and compare it to Amy's. I'd sell it, though everyone identity will have to be kept secret, and all that. But it'll be good and at least up north I could make a killing. And here, well I may just make money from the actually claim that it was my slave who wrote her parts. It would make for some interest publicity at least.
Any way you must be wondering what I was whining about earlier about my stupid, idiotic family. Well today is the start of my family reunion. As many people on both sides of my family 4 come here. You see, my brother wasn't lying when he said he'll bring this up with our parents. That morning before breakfast but after I was ready for the day I was called in to a small pallor room.5 There were three sofas in the room, all around a brown tea table. If you looked at the room from where you entered the part of the table that was facing you, had know sofa, but the other three did. I sat on the one on the right, with Amy on my right. Across from us was Collins and Sarah and Aunt Colieen. And at the front of the table was my mother and father.
You know I get my blonde hair from my mother, my father is a dark haired man. Yet my green eyes come from him. As to where my brother's brown hair comes from, we argue that it comes from our grandfathers. And his blue eyes, are that of my mother's. My Aunt Colieen looks like an older version of my mom, with just slight lighter blonde hair. And Sarah, has the blackest hair I've seen, even darker than Amy's with brown eyes instead of the blue or green of my family.
Once I sat down it was time to begin.
"Lester, the tea."
"Of course sir."
Placed in front of use was seven cups of tea, one for everyone including Amy. We all took our cups and began to drink.
"Jo, in light of recent events, we think that you're not infertile." Aunt Colieen began.
I swallowed my tea.
"Wha...what in the world are you talking about. Just because I got -
"It's not just because of yesterday," Sarah interrupted.
"You fight with alphas all the time." Collins added
"You challenge both mine and Collins authority." Dad interjected
"And you shouldn't be able to. Presented or not." Mom slipped on.
"So...what does that mean?"
"A lot of things." Aunt Colieen replied.
"But first-
Amy threw her cup on the table. A keen whine escape her lips.
"...resp tea!"
"And?"
"It's more well known as -"
"Presenting tea I know, I've had it before, still haven't presented."
"That's were our mistake was." Dad jumped in. "This time there was going to be no more mistakes. So we watched you and made sure that we could figure it out. And the answer was staring us straight in the face.You were compatible with - "
"No..." Amy voice was a ragged whisper. "It can't be, grandmother..."
"That blasted woman, I knew she knew." Mom exclaimed
"Please...she was trying to protect both me and Miss Jo."
"From what?" I asked
"Form us being compatible...presenting,,,being...you know." Amy breathed out, her voice ragged.
"No...I don't" I was getting annoyed, and frustrated. I rubbed at my temples. "What's going on?"
"The two of you are presenting. Amy is going to have her heat and you, dear sister are going to have your rut." Collins interjected
It was quiet, except for the soft keen Amy was making. She had curled up into a ball on the other side of the sofa. My throat felt dry and tight, and I didn't know whether I wanted to punch someone or start to break down in tears. My family forced me to present and not only that they forced someone they though I was compatible with as well. I mean I knew how it worked it's happened before. But this time they were sure, and not only that it was an unwelcome compatibility. If anyone else found out, well Amy and I were the next Lilly and Ally. To think that my family, including my own parents would risk both mine and Amy's lives like that appalled me.
"Once this is over with will talk about your "spinsterhood" and about the plans I have for the pair of you over the summer." Aunt Colieen's voice ranged in the air, a bit muffled.
"All of you out!" Collins said. "And you breath this to a single soul, you're dead! Do you understand!"
A small chorus of "Yes sir, Mister Collins" rang out.
"And sweetheart, please do bond, it'll make everyone lives easier if the pair of you do." Mom said, as Dad pulled her out.
"And food will come for the dumbbell over here." Dad said pointing to the metal box in the wall next to the door. Before he closed the door to the parlor and locked it.
And with that I pulled the book out from underneath my dress and started writing in it. And that's what I've been doing. My body feels like a string strung tight. I'm strip down to my undergarments, and my cockmy penis my phallus my cock has been standing at attention for some time now and won't go down. Amy now sits across from me strip down bare, touching rubbing herself. It makes my mouth absolutely water. Her scent is indescribable, it smells like home. And the thoughts that fill my head when I think of it. I just don't know what to say, expect it's best left in the bedroom. And on top of that she moans my name every so often. The litany of "Jo"s can only keep going before I lose my head entirely, so I need to end this quickly. 5
Know many of you must be wondering why I abhor my parents and family so. And I just told you. They put my life in danger. Now you might be saying, well it's not like anyone else knows? But the thing is everyone will know soon enough. Now we're playing cat-and-mouse with everyone. Not only must we convinced everyone else in my family not to form a mob and try to kill me. Amy needs to be freed and takes time lots of time. And we both need to be out of here before everyone else in Levin forms a mob and make us in to the next Lilly and Ally. So yeah I hate my parents. And my brother. And his wife. And my Aunt Colieen.
Definitely Aunt Colieen, because she has been talking with my parents about my future for years now. And if anyone had planned this it was Aunt Colieen. She was the family's schemer if you could call her one. And thus I hate Aunt Colieen the most.
And so I end this chapter on a positive rather than a negative. 1. I will at least have something to write about. 2. At least I'll have kids. 3.I'll probably be married, now.
Footnotes:
1 Please stop using Miss to refer to me. It's just Jo, to you. Just because you showed me the wonderful world of Shakespeare doesn't mean you're smarter than me.
2I probbably would have ended up infertile if what happened later, didn't happen. But it didn't.
3 And I'm not sure if I want to go out west, I want an adventure but a civilized one at that.
4 It's mostly my dad's side of the family. Though my mother's parents and her sister, Aunt Colieen come every year.
5 We have at least 5 pallor rooms. 2 small ones that remind me of studies. There 3 are much bigger, ones for the women, ones for the men and the other for slaves when everyone decides to bring them but no one wants them in the room.
6 You can figure out whether I mean end my writing quickly, end my rut and Amy's heat quickly or both. That's up to you.