Alfendi opens the door to a cafe. He survey's the room, looking for a place to sit. He eventually spots his sister, Katrielle, sitting in the corner, reading the Radio Times. He smiles and walks over to her table, pulling out a chair to sit on.
"Hello, Cat," Alfendi greets.
"You were exactly 4.7 minutes late, brother," Katrielle gripes without lowering the newspaper.
"I'm always late."
She quickly lowers the newspaper, showing her smug face.
"I know. At least your consistent."
Alfendi chuckles at the obvious jab, then takes a bite of the sugar cookie on her plate.
"So why did you call me here?"
"I'm baffled by a mystery that I've never been able to wrap my head around."
"And you want my help?"
"Oh I have a feeling you'll be able to solve it completely."
"Alright then. Tell me what you know."
"A man has two siblings, one boy, one girl. The boy looks nothing like the man, the girl perfectly like him. Why is that?"
"Well, the man obviously had an affair. No other explanation."
"Wait, dad had an affair?"
Alfendi pauses a moment.
"...what?"
"You just said the man had an affair. The man in question is father."
"Oh...not exactly, Cat."
"What do you mean?"
"Ok, uhm...allow me to tell you a story...the story of how you came to be..."
"Alright."
"Once, many years ago, dad was giving a speech at Gressenheller University. He tells me many important men in the archeology department were there to hear him speak. Didn't worry him any; he was quite well prepared. Except for one thing...mother."
"How do you mean?"
"Well, here's what went down: father heads over to the podium, spreads out his notes and begins to speak. After a few minutes, the back doors of the auditorium fly open and in steps mother. She saunters up to the front podium and takes off all her clothes, placing them on a table behind dad. She step over to him, pulls down his pants and shorts to around his ankles, letting his flaccid cock dangle in the recirculated air. She gets close to his ear and begins to whisper something he will never forget."
"I'm ovulating," she begins, sensually. "You've got 15 minutes to do whatever you like to me before I walk out of here. Your choice."
"Oh...uh...okay..." he responds nervously.
He finishes taking off his clothes and places them next to mom's. He picks her up and places her on the table. She pushes all the artifacts on top onto the floor. Dad mounts her, pushing her legs back for his advantage. As he penetrates her, he attempts to continue the lecture."
"You're kidding."
"Nope."
"Wow...father is quite the multitasker."
"That's one way of looking at it."
"So then what?"
"Well, he uses his whole 15 minutes, albeit he came inside more than once."
"Really?"
"Considering how pent up he was at the time, no real surprise there."
"How did mother react?"
"Haven't you ever walked in on mom and dad copulating?"
"No."
"Oh...well...mother jut laid there on her back and dad did most of the work. Bending, thrusting, slapping, spanking-"
"Cumming."
"Oh no, mother is like a rising sperm whale when she orgasms. She did plenty of cumming. Ever wonder why the wall at the end of heir bedroom keeps getting replaced? Damn thing always gets soaked."
"Oh."
"Any-who, once dad had finished his final orgasm, he pulls out, helps mother put her clothes on and continues the rest of the lecture."
"Such chivalry."
"Oh no, dad never put his clothes back on."
"What?"
"You heard me. Dad finished the lecture in the nude."
"Completely?"
"Naughty bits dripping and displayed for the whole crowd to see."
"Amazing."
"Once he was done talking, he thanked the crowd for attending, put his notes away, grabbed his clothes and left without saying another word."
"How bold."
"He tells me no one heard a word he said that day, but were too embarrassed to admit it. So they ended up giving him an award for 'Outstanding Achievement In Excellence.'"
"Wow."
"And then nine months later, you were born."
"Well, what about you?"
"Are you sure you want to hear that? It may change your opinion of this family."
"Hmmm...yes! I must know! I must get to the bottom of this mystery!"
"So be it."