Registered Sex Offender Part 4: Chip's Conversion

It was after 7 PM by the time Ed got free from all his paperwork and got to the Stockdale home, a rather typical four bedroom house with two relatively new cars in the driveway, telling Ed clearly that the Stockdale family was certainly not filthy rich, but evidently comfortable enough. He had called as soon as Chip left his office and asked if he could see them, saying that he wanted to talk about Chip. His request had been met by a very long pause, muffled voices as the man on the phone and a woman discussed the matter, then what seemed to Ed like a somewhat reluctant invitation.

“Can I get you something?” Lorraine Stockdale offered, “coffee perhaps, or a soft drink?”
“No thank you, Mrs. Stockdale. I don’t want to take up too much of your time. I’m just trying to clarify in my mind some of the things Chip has told me. He’s told me some pretty disturbing things.”
“I’ll just bet he has,” Gerry Stockdale said. “I suppose we were abusive parents and all that sort of thing. It’s pretty normal for kids to say things like that, isn’t it? I mean, that’s a lot easier than facing up to their own faults, isn’t it?”

“Chip has never accused you of anything,” Ed said wearily. “As a matter of fact he’s said almost nothing about his involvement with his parents because it seems he hardly knows you.
“We’re both busy, working parents,” Lorraine defended. “We’ve made a very comfortable life here for him and his sister, and look how they’ve shown their appreciation. We can hardly be expected to spend all our time with them.”
“He’s not accusing you, Ma’am,” Ed repeated. “But when he starts telling of some of the goings on and I ask where his parents were, he just shrugs and says you were downstairs, away for the weekend, out for the evening, almost anywhere except supervising the children. I realize in this economy a lot of mothers are forced to work, but by the same token Chip and Janet could hardly be expected to learn acceptable moral behavior all by themselves.”
“That’s why we pay all those taxes to send them to school,” Gerry spat. “Where the hell were the schools all the time this was going on?”

“They try,” Ed said the obvious. “The only problem is, the public schools, like so many other government agencies, have one hand tied behind their back. There is the obvious problem of under staffing, but there is also disagreement among the population about just what their role is supposed to be. A good example is sex education. Has Chip ever been exposed to any sort of sex education at home?”
“Of course there has,” Gerry snapped. “My wife told Janet all about the mechanics of sex, and I’m sure she passed it on to her brother, as close as they were.”
“So Mr. Stockdale, did you ever discuss such matters with Chip? I mean on a one-on-one basis?”
“There was no need,” Gerry answered confidently. “He had his sister, and sex education at school. They’re qualified to teach that stuff, I’m not.”

Ed continued to try to get information without appearing to be accusing anyone of anything. He explained that he had no power and little influence to change either convictions or sentences, but he hoped to get to know the kids he worked with so he could better help prepare them for their eventual release. He didn’t get a lot of information, which in itself confirmed what Chip had told him, that his parents simply didn’t know that much about their son. After about an hour of verbal bantering, he thanked the Stockdales for their time and bade them good-night. He had invited them to visit Chip, but they had said simply that they weren’t ready yet.

Chip was totally unprepared for how good it felt to touch the warmth of another human being, even another male, next to him. His hands wandered over Stevie's dark chest and back, relishing the firmness of his rippling muscles, the softness of his skin, the smoothness of his totally hairless torso. He shuddered with pleasure as Steve explored his body, evidently making many of the same discoveries. He could feel himself becoming aroused, while he felt the unmistakable probing of Steve's manhood as he too came to life.

"Chip," Steve whispered, "you know we're being watched."
"Uh-huh."
"We can fake it if you like. It'll work for a while anyway."
"That what you want?"
"Truth?"
"Uh-huh."
"No, it isn't."
"Me neither."
"What do you want?"
"Everything! If it's with you, I want everything!"

The two boys lay together for a long time, just caressing and exploring each other's body from one end to the other. The briefs were discarded, but no attempt at anything but touching was made. "Chip?" Steve whispered.
"What, spook?"
"You ever do this before?"
"Nope. Not with a guy, ‘cept when I got raped."
"Me neither. I never done it with anyone."
"Never?"
"Nope. I got raped plenty in here, but that was different. It was cruel and abusive, and it hurt like hell. But this... this is different."

"That mean you never been kissed?" Chip whispered.
"Nope. 'Cept for my mom, of course."
"Christ, what a waste! Those gorgeous big lips o' yours, and never been used."
"To be honest, it never occurred to me to kiss a guy."
"Shut up, Spook. I'm gonna kiss ya now, okay?"
"Uh-huh. What do I do?"
"I think you'll know."

Chip turned out to be absolutely right. When his thin white lips touched Steve's large black ones, both made a discovery they hadn't counted on. Each tasted sweetness, and each felt a stirring in his entire body that was undeniable. Steve's mouth was clamped shut, his entire body tense. But when he felt Chip's tongue touch his lips, then poke gently but persistently, he relaxed, his lips parted, and the tongue entered. Steve moaned as he followed Chip's lead. Hips ground together, hands roamed and explored, then came to rest - each holding a very hard penis that was a different color from the hand holding it.

"Careful," Chip warned. "You keep doin' that, and I'm not gonna last any time."
"Am I hurting you?" Steve said with concern.
"No, but I can feel myself starting to cum."
"Huh? Cum?"

"Stevie, haven't you ever come before?"
"Whadda ya mean?"
"Oh, Jeez! You know, shoot your load! Have an orgasm! Like when those guys raped you, the stuff that came out of their dicks."
"Uh-uh!"
"You... you never beat off or anything?"
"What's beat off?"

"Oh, God!" Chip exclaimed. He was remembering his first orgasm, and how he'd thought he was having a stroke. And then, it had felt so... so... indescribable! He wanted Stevie's first to be as good, and he wanted it inside him.

"Just lie still," Chip instructed. "You're gonna feel something like you never felt before in your black life! And I'm gonna make it extra special if I can. But you better stuff a corner of that pillow in your mouth."
"Why?"
"Cause I said so. Otherwise you're liable to scream or something. I did."
"What're ya gonna do?"
"I'm gonna give you a blow job. I've never done it before, but I've had it done to me hundreds of times. I think you're gonna like it."

The experience was indeed very special to both participants. Chip found Steve to be very well endowed, and the sensation and taste of a penis in his mouth was far, very far, from unpleasant. It was mere moments later when Steve started to climax. Chip had lots of warning because Steve tensed, then relaxed, then shuddered. He gasped loudly, then bit hard on Chip's leg, emitting a high pitched squeal that would've been a scream in less restricted surroundings. So Chip was ready and waiting.

Of course Chip had tasted semen many times before - his own semen, as he lapped it up from where he had deposited it. But it had always been mixed with the secretions of a female organ. What he got from Steve was pure and plentiful, sweet and creamy, and deposited directly into his mouth. To Chip it was as heavenly, perhaps more so, than anything he had ever experienced. But there was so much of it! As the fluid kept coming and flooding his mouth, Chip pushed a finger, then a second, as far as he could up Steve's anus as he sucked greedily on the pulsating black thing in his mouth.

"I'm real sorry, Chip," Steve whispered after they had lain quietly for ten minutes. "I had no idea I was gonna do that."
"You're sorry you did it?" Chip queried as he licked off his fingers.
"No... No, it was great! But I... that stuff..."
"I never tasted it like that before. But believe me, it won't be the last time. It was... Oh God! It was fantastic!"
"Really?"
"Really!"

"So that was what you meant? You were getting ready to do... that?"
"Uh-huh."
"Did you?"
"Nope, not yet."
"Still ready?"
"I don't think it'd take much."
"Can I try?"
"You sure you want to?"

Steve didn't answer. He nodded his head slightly, then made his way to where the subject of their conversation was waiting. Chip wanted this to last, but it didn't. He wanted to enjoy the warmth, the sensation of the fat lips, the slight pinching of white teeth, the thoughts of what was happening, but the temptation to bring things to a climax was just too much. The thing that he had milked dry only minutes before was inches from his face, again big and hard, and he couldn't resist taking it in his mouth again. Only seconds later, it seemed, he was wrapping his legs around Steve's head and injecting his fluid into Steve's eager mouth, which seemed to trigger Steve to do the same. He had never dreamed it would happen again so soon, so the flood of sweet cream in his mouth was completely unexpected. Evidently, Chip thought, it wasn't dry after all.

When two sleepy boys, one white, one black, entered the shower room in the morning there was none of the usual poking at their butts and suggestive remarks from the others. Little was said to them, really, and the boys knew what it meant: They had been seen making love, giving their all to each other. Chip felt an odd sense of regret about that. He didn't understand it, but suddenly his love, and their lovemaking, were very private and Chip wanted to keep it that way. But on the other hand, he and Steve were being left alone, so the show they'd put on had its merits.

"You okay, Stevie?" Chip asked as they ate breakfast with some concern.
"No," Stevie grumbled good-naturedly, "I'm not okay at all! I got a sore dick, I'm tired, and I gotta get through a whole day before I can do it again."
"Yeah," Chip agreed, "me too. But we don't have to do it anymore, for a long time if we don't want to. Didn't you notice the difference in the shower room?"
"I noticed. So what's your point?"
"They're off our case, Stevie! You're my 'momma'! Or I’m yours, or maybe both."
"Yep, and momma needs another blow job, and a fuck job too. Know where I might get something like that?"
"Stevie, baby," Chip said with a grin, "get ready to cry uncle!"

"Chip," Steve said seriously, "How come you're calling me 'Stevie'?"
"I... I dunno. It just... it just seems to fit."
"It didn't fit yesterday."
"Yesterday we weren't... I didn't... I didn't know I loved you yesterday."
"L-love?"
"Yeah, love! I'm sorry, Stevie, but I do! I guess that makes us queers, 'cause I love you! And I can't wait for tonight!"

"You're looking really chipper today," Ed Barker said as Chip settled himself in his usual chair, "for one who hasn't had much sleep."
"I don't know what you're talkin' about," Chip answered cheekily. But the red glow of his face and neck said he knew exactly what Ed was talking about.
"I hear," Ed went on, "that your friend Lenny is really out of sorts today.”
"Could be, I dunno. But that's Lenny's problem. And besides he’s not my friend."
"Could it be connected to something you've done?"
"I guess you're gonna have to ask Lenny."

"I also heard that you bribed someone with your last two packs of cigarettes today, so he'd trade bunks with you and let you move next to Steve."
“So?"
"Could it be you wanted to reduce the commuting distance?"
"Could be, except that what you're suggesting is against the rules."
"Are you telling me it doesn't go on?"
"Are you telling me there's something unusual about wanting to be close to a friend, so you can talk?"
"That's one reason for being close. But I can think of others."
"You calling me a faggot?" Chip challenged.
"No, Chip, I'm not. But something happened between you and Steve, didn't it?"
"What makes you think so?"
"Chip, it's all over the camp!"
"Great! And besides, didn't you tell me to do it?"
"Not exactly; but I didn't tell you not to."
"So what's your problem now?"
"No problem, Chip. Just relax! I have a pretty good idea what happened. I just want to be sure you understand fully what's happened."

Ed tried not to show his grave concern. He knew his boss was going to be delighted. He knew that his one session with Chip couldn’t possibly have had such an influence unless there had been some gay tendencies there anyway. He knew Howard wouldn’t care, that he’d want Ed to continue his campaign to turn the young sex offender into a homosexual, completely and totally; but now he had another problem. He didn’t want Chip to go on thinking he was in love with his sister, but he wanted to break the relationship gently, not all at once because Chip had found someone else. But Chip would not be dissuaded, once the gate was open.

"What's happened," Chip spat back, "is that Stevie and I are lovers. You got a problem with that?"
"Yes, Chip, I do. There's a big difference between physical gratification, for mutual benefit, and love. You need to understand the difference."
"I do! I love Stevie, and he loves me!"
"But only yesterday you said you loved Janet."
"I do! Is there some reason I can't love two people?"
"The two people might suggest a problem. Have you checked with them?"
"I've checked with Stevie, and you know fuckin' well I haven't checked with Janet."
"Well, you're gonna get your chance. Janet's gonna be here Sunday."

Chip sat staring at Ed, stunned by his news. He had not expected to be allowed visitors for a few more weeks, nor did he expect Janet to be allowed in at all. She had written him, telling him that their parents were adamant that she could not visit Chip or anyone else in a place like this. He knew she'd make it because she said she would; but it was very unlikely that it would be until after the baby was born.

"You don't seem really pleased," Ed questioned. "I had to pull a lot of strings to make this happen."
"I'm pleased," Chip replied. "But... well, it's kinda sudden..."
"And you have something to tell her, right?"
"Yeah. But she'll be cool about it."
"Are you sure, Chip?"
"I think so."

"Chip, you have to understand, this place is different. It's almost like being in another world. Guys do things here they wouldn't dream of doing outside."
"You mean... with each other?"
"Yes, but lots of other things too. I know everyone in here messes with each other; but those same guys wouldn't consider such a thing once they're out. The fact is they are all young and full of hormones, and they do what they have to do to satisfy their desires. Once they’re out they will revert to whatever is normal for them. It's like they change completely.

"Chip, you have to learn to act differently in here. It's fine to make friends, help each other, and... well... do whatever you have to do. But you shouldn't form relationships that you can't break easily. There's so much that can happen, and usually does. You gotta live for the moment, but don't plan on the people in here beyond tomorrow."
"You're sayin' I shouldn't trust Stevie?"
"No, not that you shouldn't trust him; just that you need to be sure you're prepared if things change. Once he's out, or you, one or the other of you may very well revert to completely straight behavior. We really have no idea what might happen."
"I know! Stevie wouldn't do me that way. I love him and he loves me. And besides, neither of us is going anywhere any time soon."

Ed knew Chip was absolutely right on that last point. Given Howard’s objectives, he knew the man would see to it that Chip’s gay relationship had lots of time to develop and deepen before he’d let either one of them so much as change dormitories.

"Just be careful, Chip. Be sure you're not getting in too deep."
"I'm not. I felt wonderful that I had someone to love, till you threw a bucket of cold water on it for me. Thanks a lot!"
"Go ahead and feel wonderful, Chip. But just understand that what you have in here is for in here. When you get out, everything changes, same as it did when you came in."
"I'm not even thinking about when I get out," Chip argued. "I just can't think that far ahead. So for the time being, this is my home, my life, my world."

"You shouldn't think that way,” Ed lectured. “Things in here have a way of changing so quickly it'll take your breath away. I'm not at all sure you'll be here very long, or Steve either. What if one or the other of you gets out? What then?"
"Then we'll live with his mom, or get an apartment."
"Only if you both get out. What about if one does, and the other doesn't?"
"You're talking bullshit! I thought you'd be pleased that we're gettin' together."
"I'm pleased for you, if that's what you want. I just want you to realize that life in here is very temporary, very changeable.”

Chip was so confused he didn’t know what to think. Yesterday his favorite counselor had practically ordered him to have sex with Steve, then today he seemed to have done a complete about face. Chip had been so proud that he hadn’t just had another casual sex affair, but had acted out of love; now he was being told he’d used the wrong reason. He was in no mood to continue their conversations about the sexual exploits that had got him here in the first place, so Ed didn't push the issue. He gave Chip two packs of smokes, all he had, and told him to use them wisely because he didn't know when he'd get more. Chip thanked him, then added that Stevie was expecting more money from his mother any day. He went back to the dorm, but Steve wasn't there.

"You gonna join the basketball team?" Andy Rogers asked as Chip put away his cigarettes.
"Didn't even know there was one," Chip answered.
"There wasn't. But they're tryin' to start one, an’ they're havin' trouble gettin' players to sign up."
"I don't think I will."
"Why not? I hear you're pretty good."
"I dunno, I guess I'm losing interest."

"It's funny, y'know,” Andy reflected. “You guys spend hour after hour shooting a ball through a basket, but when you get the chance to show how good you are, you can't be bothered."
"Fuck off!" Chip snapped. "I just did two hours with Ed Barker, so I don't need you playin' social worker with me!"

Chip went out to the exercise yard. It was getting hot, but Chip didn't mind. He had another hour before he had to report for school, and he wanted to spend as much time outside as he could. He lit a cigarette as he scanned the yard, finally spotting Steve on the far side, near the main fence. Steve hadn't seen him, and in fact was looking the other way, watching something very intently. As he approached, Chip noticed that everyone else was watching the same something, whatever it was.

"Watcha watchin', Spook?" Chip called as he ran up to Steve. He didn't answer, but merely signaled for him to be quiet. Chip looked in the direction everyone else was watching, and his blood turned to ice. There was David Perry, the boy who had agreed to testify against Garth. He was standing talking to two of the older, larger inmates. Gary, one of the two, had a reputation for being less that a rocket scientist in the brain department. He also had a reputation for loving the sight, smell, and taste of blood. He was the kind of kid everyone avoided as much as they could.

The discussion of the three boys was getting quite animated, but Chip couldn't make out what they were saying. David looked to be about ten years old, though Chip knew he was at least fifteen. Finally David pushed past his two adversaries and started to walk away. Big mistake! As the dozen or so shocked inmates watched in horror, Gary made a lunge for the smaller boy. He seemingly missed, but David stopped in mid-stride, a look of total surprise on his face. His mouth opened slowly, and blood gushed out and down his chin in a torrent, making a river of red down his white T-shirt. He staggered, took another step, then fell.

Seeing the blood appeared to turn Gary into a raging animal. In one motion he cut David's jeans and briefs from waist to crotch; in another he grabbed a handful of genitals, then a swipe with his other hand and they separated from David's body. But it really didn't matter, because David was already dead. "There, you fuckin' little canary," Gary shouted, "let's hear ya sing now!"

Chip wanted to turn and run as fast as he could away from the ugly scene, but he couldn't move. His knees suddenly felt so weak he feared they would go out from under him at any moment. Gary was still hacking and stabbing at what had been David Perry. What was left of him was rapidly becoming unrecognizable as Gary, covered with blood now, did his thing.

No one saw the two guards run up, so mesmerized were they by what was taking place. "Drop it, Gary!" one of them ordered. No one expected that Gary would drop his knife. He looked over his shoulder at the two uniforms. "Fuck you!" he screamed, then went back to his carving. "Drop it!" the guard shouted again. "Drop it now, or we shoot!" Chip wanted to jump in front of the pistols as they exploded. He wanted to be in another world, and that was a real fast way to get there; but he was still frozen to the spot where he stood. He was too weak even to fall down.

As soon as Gary stood and started for the officers, they each fired. Chip heard the deafening thunder of the guns going off. He saw two holes appear in Gary's chest; saw blood spatter from his back as the bullets exited. He saw Gary stumble and stagger, a confused look on his face, then lunge for the bulls again. They both fired again. Still Gary advanced, his own blood mixing with David's. He tried to scream some obscenity, but all that came out was a comical gurgle.

Bullet number five caught Gary in the throat, causing a fountain of blood. Number six, fired at exactly the same instant, took the left half of his face away. He was very definitely dead now, but still he stood. The vertical corpse wavered slightly, the knife dropped from his hand, then he fell over backward and was still. Chip suddenly realized that he had wet his pants, but he didn't care.

The boys were herded into their dorms and locked down for the rest of the day. The air in the buildings was hot and stale, but no one noticed. They lay in their bunks, no one talking, everyone thinking. A few of them, including Chip, wept openly. His pants were soaked with urine from waist to knees, but no one noticed or cared. Chip wasn't the only one who'd lost bladder control; some had done more than urinate.

The cool wetness of his pants reminded Chip of the games he'd played with his sister when he was seven. How he longed to be on her bed now, diapers and baby powder and all! He would gladly wear nothing but diapers for the rest of his life if he could suddenly be transported out of here. But Scotty was evidently not at his controls, and wasn't beaming anyone anywhere.

He thought of Stevie, and suddenly wanted to be close to him; but he had neither the strength nor the courage to get up and take the two steps that would get him there. So he lay alone, like all the other boys in the room. Things have a way of changing so quickly in here! Ed had told him. Boy! Little did he know! Things certainly had changed quickly for David Perry! He had been sent here for six months, for stealing a bicycle! Theoretically he shouldn’t even have been here because his sentence was to short, except that the short term juvenile facility didn’t have room for him.

"I tell you, Max, he has no business there!" Ed Barker raged.
"That's not what the judge said," Max Edwards answered. "I'm only the District Attorney. What do you expect me to do?"
"What I know you're good at: I expect you to reconsider your position. You know Chip didn't do all those things because he's some kind of a monster."
"But he did do them."
"He was coerced!"
"Says who?"
"Says me! He's told me the whole story!"
"So tell me."
"I can't! I swore to him that I'd keep it our secret. You know the best thing I’ve got going with those kids is that they trust me."

"So you want me to go to the judge and tell him I don't know why, but I think we've done the kid an injustice!"
"Please," Ed begged, "just speak to the kid. Let him show you what kinda stuff he's made of. Give him a chance to tell you his story. But many more incidents like yesterday, and he'll be just as hard as any of the others in there."

"So two kids get themselves iced! Does that mean we should let all the rest go?"
"C'mon, Max, you know that's not what I'm saying. We can't just release him, he has no place to go and he still needs a lot of counseling. But he should be some place where he can get his life glued back together, not in a fuckin' prison!"
"Let me think about it, okay? And anything you feel you can tell me, write it down. I promise I'll read it."

Ed Barker had taken it upon himself to segregate some of the more dangerous, repeat offenders, from the kids who had really found themselves incarcerated by chance, not necessarily by design. But it was difficult. First of all there wasn't the structured parole system of the adult prison system, so the kids had to rely on an advocate getting their sentence changed. The prisons were so overcrowded that it was nigh impossible to stratify the kids into groups. Once a youthful offender was safely placed in an institution, the authorities preferred to hear no more until it was time to release him. The alternative, juggling beds to transfer a kid to a more fitting location, was just not worth the hassle.

Frequently a parent or guardian would go to bat for a kid, hoping to convince a judge that this person had been treated unfairly, and that he had a loving home and family to return to. Ed knew very well that it was often bullshit, but it worked. But in Chip's case, his only ally seemed to be his sister; his pregnant, underage, demented sister! The rest of his family had evidently abandoned him completely, and no one was inclined to release yet another teen to the streets. Physically, Ed agreed that Chip was better off where he was; but emotionally, he would be destroyed like so many others before him.Ed made his way wearily back to the prison after his meeting with the DA. He wanted to talk to Chip and two other boys before the day was over, to see how they'd come through yesterday's ordeal.

"Chip!" Janet called. He had been summoned to the front gate to meet his sister, but still hadn't seen her as he walked among the other inmates and guests. When he heard his name called, he broke into a fast trot. Of course he hadn't recognized her, she was a big as a house!

"Jeez, Jan," he struggled through his tears, "it's so great to see ya!"
"It's good to see you too, Chip," she said as she embraced him, then ran her fingers through his hair the way he loved.
"Sometimes..." he said through a muffled voice as he buried his face in her breast, "sometimes I think I'm never gonna see you again. And I can't stand that thought, Janet! I can't stand it!"
"I know, baby. But we'll see each other plenty, once this mess is over. And it WILL be over, you just wait and see."

"You really are looking good, Chip," Janet repeated as they strolled down the grassy pathway that they loosely called a lawn, "They treating you okay?"
"Yeah, fine, really. We get three good meals a day, and lots of exercise. And I'm back in school."
"Yeah, so Ed told me."
"You've met Ed?"
"Sure! Who d'ya think got me the visitor's pass so soon?"
"He's a great guy. I'll have to remember to thank him."

"How's everything else? I worry about you, that you're going crazy being locked up. I need you to be strong when you get out ‘cause you’ll have a kid to support."
"Naw, it's really not that bad. I just wish I could be out, and with you. But things go all right in here, really."
"I heard there was a chance the visits were gonna be cancelled today. What happened?"
"Nothin,' really. Just a little trouble Wednesday."
"What kinda trouble?"
"Nothin.' Just some guys got in a fight."

Janet stopped walking and grabbed Chip by the arm, swinging him around to face her. "Don't mess with me, Chip!" she ordered. "I been looking into those big blue eyes of yours a long time. I been taking your pants off and putting 'em on you all your life, and there's not an inch of your body I haven't kissed. You can't fool your big sister, so tell me. What happened?"

"T-two of the guys got killed," Chip blurted out, then he started to cry.
"Got killed? That's terrible! How'd it happen?"
"One of the new kids squealed on a medic that was raping the kids. Then one of the older kids stabbed him, and the guards shot him. No big deal, honest. They broke the rules, they paid the price."

"You don't fool me, Chip Stockdale! So don't even try and tell me it doesn't matter to you."
"It doesn't! All ya gotta do is play by the rules, and they didn't. Now they don't play at all."
"Then how come you can't look at me? And how come you're crying? And how come your voice is shaking?"
"It... it doesn't matter how I feel, Jan, cause there's nothing we can do about it. I'd just like to forget it. There's some pretty crazy kids in here, but I'm learning who they are, and then I'll just avoid them."
“Just so you don’t let anything happen to your anatomically perfect part,” Janet said with a smirk. “I need you, Chip. I need you to get a job and help me raise this baby, and I need your... well, you know.”

"How are things at home?" Chip asked, changing the subject, "How'd you talk Dad into letting you come out here?"
"I didn't, Chip. I have no idea how things are at home because I've moved out. I decided to keep the baby and Dad went wild, so I moved out."
"What! Moved out? How are you living? Where are you living? How are you gonna keep the baby? What..."
"One at a time, Daddy!" Janet laughed. Being called 'Daddy' made Chip swell with pride, in spite of the circumstances.

"As soon as the adoption agencies found out about the baby, I mean that the father was my brother, they wouldn't have anything to do with it. So I said I wasn't gonna just drop it in some orphanage or something, not with your blood in its veins, so I decided to keep it."
"But... Won't it be deformed or something? That's what they told me, and that's why it's against the law for us to get married."
"It's a risk, but I don't care. Besides, they've been watching it like a hawk at the shelter where I'm staying because of the circumstances, and they think there's nothing wrong with it."

"How do you feel?" Chip asked seriously, "I mean really feel, about what happened? I mean, you're gonna have a baby, and I'm the father."
"I wish I could get you alone right now," she said with a smirk. "I'd get started on the second one."
"Really? You're not mad?"
"Hell, no! In another month or so I'm gonna have my own little Chip to hold, until I can hold the real thing again. I don't care if you are my brother. I love you, Chip, and I want to make a life with you. We're gonna have a dozen kids, you and me. You got responsibilities now, little brother. You’re gonna be a daddy real soon."

"But... we can never be married..."
"Who gives a fuck? That's not important any more. All that's important now is that we're together, and I can't wait!"

"So," Janet said as they sat at a picnic table placed for the occasion, "You made any real good friends?"
"Uh-huh. You'll meet him in a little while. Right now he's with his mother. His name's Stevie Jordan. He's black, a little less than a year younger than I am, and he's a real good friend. He's been pretty well supplying me with smokes, and that means a lot in here."

It turned out that Janet did indeed know her brother pretty well. She knew him well enough, in fact, to sense instantly that there was more, much more, to the relationship than Chip was telling. And of course she'd heard stories of what went on in places like this. "Is he... well... is he..."
"Yes, Janet," Chip replied, knowing exactly what Janet was having difficulty saying. "He... We're lovers."
"Oh."
"Jan, he's so nice, and cute too! I know you'll love him."

"Chip, I thought you loved me!"
"I do, Jan, but you gotta understand, things are different in here. If you don't pick your lover, they'll pick you and there's nothing you can do about it. So Stevie and I figured since we kinda liked each other anyway, we might as well go for it."
"But... I always thought that we..."
"We will, sis. When I get outta here I’m not gonna have any other place to go, but that’s not for a long time yet. I thought you’d be pleased that I’m happy. I thought you’d be glad I found someone in here so I wouldn’t be alone. In case you haven’t noticed, there aren’t a lot of girls in here."

If Chip had known the whole story, he would have been very surprised at his sister’s reaction to his love affair. She had used much the same reasoning that he had: that he was out of commission and would be for some time, and she wasn’t about to put her life, her sex life, on hold. But she didn’t bother to share that information with him. She was concerned though - concerned that she might lose her hold on her brother. She was counting on Chip to take care of her when he got out; but perhaps she could get some support from him even before that. It was very important to Janet that she maintain control of her brother.

To be continued...