Impregnating My Aunt

As I headed back out, I realized that I hadn’t needed to think about that too much. Liz was there within seconds, taking my hand and leading me up to my room. My stomach started tingling, though, as she closed the door behind us.

She stood there for a moment, looking around at the diplomas on the walls. Mom always framed awards I won, for some reason. Motherly pride, I guess. She hadn’t changed my old room very much after I moved to the university, so they were still adorning the walls. There weren’t any sports trophies on the shelves – I was never much of an athlete – but there were some for calculus contests, spelling bees and things like that. I had also been on a pretty successful debating team throughout high school. The centerpiece was my high school diploma. My scores were the highest in my year, and also the highest any graduate from that school had scored in a long time.

“You’re a smart guy.” Liz said, thoughtfully, looking at the diplomas.

“Yeah, I guess…”

“Good. That’s very good. That’s what I need.”

She needed someone smart? I was beginning to wonder if this was about getting my advice on something. She did know I wasn’t in law school, right?

Aunt Liz sat down on my bed. The hemline of her dress slid up a bit, making my eyes dart down. Her creamy white skin looked smooth as silk. I forced myself to look back up at her. Small freckles adorned her beautiful face and shoulders. She put her hands in her lap and seemed to think about what to say, as if she was a bit embarrassed.

“So, listen… I wanted to ask you a favor.”

“Yeah?”

“So… oh… God, I can’t believe I’m actually doing this. Uhm… so, okay. I’m… I’m looking for a… a donor.”

“Donor…? I’m a student, I don’t really have much to…”

“No no no, not money… no, I… I’m… I mean, like… you know, from the body.”

“What? Like… blood? Or are you thinking about a kidney or something? Are you all right? Are you sick?”

“Oh, no. No, if I needed that, I’d go to the hospital or… or ask my sister or something.”

I was starting to feel really dumb. Why didn’t I understand what she was talking about? She seemed nervous; she kept glancing around, checking that the door and window were actually shut. Eventually, she took a deep breath and lowered her voice almost to a whisper.

“I mean… a sperm donor. I’m trying to get pregnant.”

I stood still, feeling shell shocked. I didn’t catch anything that happened for the next minute. Aunt Lizzie kept talking – I could see her mouth moving – but I couldn’t hear anything. It was like I had tinnitus or something, my ears just stopped registering things. Eventually, she stopped talking and looked like she was waiting for me to say something. My mouth felt incredibly dry and I could barely muster a word.

“What?”

Liz seemed to realize the state I was in and that I hadn’t really caught what she’d been saying, so she walked it back and tried again.

“I’m sorry, I don’t… Uhh… there’s no sensitive way of saying this, is there… I’ve thought about how to ask you this so many times but I just don’t know how to… Maybe you’d like to sit down?”