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Before I could finish the thought, Todd put his hand on my shoulder and whispered.

"Matt, the woman is Mom."

I shook my head, trying to clear it. The rum must have really gotten to me.

"What... what did you say?" I asked.

"The woman that is going to give you the night of your life, is Mom, see Matt that's...."

"Mom," I repeated. "You're telling me that our mother is going to come in here tonight and have sex with me?" I blinked as the dream of Mom pulling her panties down crashed into me. A dream I had only because of these idiots talking trash about her.

"That is what I'm saying," Todd nodded. "But like I said it's not just about sex it's..."

"I..." I struggled to control myself. "Have a question."

"Well I'm going to explain everything Matt," Todd said. "But go ahead."

Closing my eyes I took a deep breath and tried to tell myself to stay calm. This was a joke no doubt, but the sickest one I had ever heard. I wanted to simply tell my brother's that I was done with them for the night, and to leave me alone. I wanted to do it calmly so they wouldn't think they had gotten the better of me. That was what I intended on doing, but when I opened my eyes and saw Chris sitting there with a slight smile on his face I lost it.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!?" I demanded.

"Matt," Todd gave my shoulder a squeeze. "I know it's..."

"It's fucking sick is what it is!" I snapped slapping his hand away from my arm. "Get your hands off me, and get the fuck out of my room!" I looked over at Chris. "You too, you asshole!"

"Matt, please don't get mad." Todd began, still speaking softly. "This is a big deal and..."

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I demanded, pointing my finger in his face. "Look, you two want to yank my chain about getting laid, fine! But how dare you talk like that about Mom!"

"Matt let Todd talk." Chris started. "Mom's going to be here soon and she'll be upset if you don't want to be with her. You don't want to..."

"Stop it!" I yelled turning to face him. "Do you hear yourself? You're talking about me having sex with my mother and..." I stopped as something dawned on me. "You...you two are trying to get me to think that you did! That Mom slept with..."

"She did Matt." Todd said. "Both of us and now it's...hey!"

Todd cried out and moved to the side as I swung at him. It was more of a slap than a punch, and he ducked most of it. I did catch him on the side of the head hard enough to make him rock back in the chair.

"Shut up!" I yelled at him. "Jesus Christ, our dad's gone and you're talking about this disgusting shit about Mom?" The booze was definitely getting to me as I swung again.

Ready for it this time, Todd caught my wrist in his hand and shoving my hand down, reached out with his other hand and again placed it on my shoulder.

"Matt!" He snapped, raising his voice for the first time. "Calm down and let me talk! This isn't a joke, but not really what you think, it's wonderful it's..."

"A fucking lie," I yanked my hand away from his. "And a sick one! I'm going to tell mom what you're saying to me." I realized how immature that sounded, but didn't care.

"Go ahead Matt." Chris said with a shrug. "But before you do listen to us, because Mom trusted us to tell you about this, and right now you're making it kind of hard on us."

I started to snap at him, but stopped when he shook his head, and whispered, "Please listen to Todd Matt, otherwise Mom is going to be disappointed and we want her to be happy, she's looked forward to this all year. We don't want to ruin it for her."

There was something in his tone that made me stop. Of the three of us Chris was definitely the most obnoxious and certainly the most stubborn, hearing him not only say please, but say it while genuinely looking upset, caused me to look back at Todd. Sensing I was calming down Todd took his hand from my shoulder and started speaking quietly.

"Okay Matt, here's the deal.

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