Genetic Sexual Attraction is an actual phenomenon that no one obviously likes to talk about.
It is the overwhelming attraction often sexual, adults who are closely related but have never grown up together feel when they meet as adults. Nervous breakdowns have resulted.
Kind of the reverse of adopted children and their siblings who because they were brought up together as children feel no sexual attraction to one another as adults.
Look it up in wikipedia if you don't believe me.
Chapter 12: Things ain't been the same since the blues walked into town
June 2006.
John had his mouth swab done, for DNA testing. Faith was waiting for him in the lab's lobby when he came out.
"Your turn," he told her, taking a fussing Charles from her. Johanna was still fast asleep in the stroller.
Faith walked towards the elevator looking to the world as if she was going to her execution. The doors closed on her.
"You're getting heavy bud." Constantine told Charles, as he rocked his son soothingly. "Has Mom let your favourite rattle fall in the stroller huh? Is that what you want, little guy?"
He cuddled and rocked Charles till the baby fell asleep in his arms.
"John?" an astonished female American voice, said behind him. She'd recognise the white shirt and black tie anywhere, but in London with a baby?
Constantine looked up in surprise. "Christ, Angela?"
The psychic Los Angles police detective Constantine had helped save the world with, stood in front of him.
Angela Dodson was an attractive dark haired woman in her mid thirties. It was being unselfish enough to save her life and her sister's soul, which had gained a dying Constantine, his place in heaven.
Satan in a fit of pique had cured Constantine's lung cancer and mortal wounds. By putting John back on Earth, Satan was confident Constantine would put his immortal soul in peril again. Constantine had certainly lapsed back into smoking occasionally. Copulating with and conceiving children, with someone who might be his sister or niece, was probably pretty bad as well.
"What are you doing in London?" Angela asked. Her face softened, as she looked at the sleeping Charles in Constantine's arms.
"I married an Irish citizen who lives here. This is Charles and Sleeping Beauty over there, is Johanna." Constantine said proudly. The twins were getting cuter by the minute and had just started to smile three days ago. as little personalities in their own right the twins had grown on him.
"Twins, you're so lucky. I've always wanted kids." Angela smiled sadly.
"I bet you do." Constantine said figuring it out. Constantine had just started seeing Angela, when he met Faith in Las Vegas.
Angela was God's carrot. The replacement for Faith that God was going to offer him. It was a good offer, he and Angela could have really been something, but once he had met Faith…
"Pardon?" said Angela offended at his mean tone.
"Sorry, nothing personal." Constantine replied apologetically. "So why are you in London?"
"A professional development thing, it's been great." Angela smiled. "So you live in London now?"
"Yeah, North London," Constantine told her. "My wife's apartment, we're looking for a bigger place now, with the kids."
Angela did some quick maths in her head. "So when you ended it with me, you were seeing her already?"
"Yeah," Constantine lied, determined to make Angela dislike him. 'Suck on that God, I'm not settling for Job's number two wife.' "I'm a prick, didn't you know?"
"Does your wife?" Angela said hurt.
"She's starting to figure it out." Constantine confessed, putting Charles back in his pushchair.
Faith reemerged from the elevator. She walked over to John and Angela.
"Faith, this is Angela Dodson," Constantine explained. "I was just telling her, how we're in a hurry and have to go right away."
Angela looked hurt. Constantine hadn't caused that expression on a woman's face in over two years. Now he had caused it twice on two different women. Both of whom he gave a crap about, and in just a twenty four hour period, priceless.
"Who was that?" Faith asked on the way home. "Was that the Angela, you saved the world with?
"Yeah, interesting she shows up again now." Constantine said pushing the stroller. "I think she's meant to be your replacement."
"My replacement?" Faith thought over his words. "I'm real worried about the cat's safety right now."
"You should be." Constantine said. "We're not leaving the house from now on, not till we get the test results back. We're not leaving the kids unattended for a second."
"What happens when we get the results back?" Faith asked
"I don't know yet." Constantine admitted. "But I want to get a vasectomy as soon as possible."
"Where did that come from?" Faith said startled.
"I can't be blessed with a wonderful new family if I'm sterile, can I?" Constantine pointed out. "Two's enough for us, isn't it?"
"Suppose…"Faith said reluctantly, "I kinda wanted four."
"You're crazy." Constantine put his arm round her and hugged her.
When they got home, Ellie was outside their front door. The succubus was down on her knees, stroking Hellmouth on the tummy.
"Shit, get away from our cat Ellie." Constantine barked at her.
"You've got me all wrong John." Ellie laughed sexily. "You know how I love cats. The way they walk in both worlds."
Once inside Constantine put on a jazz CD and got cold drinks, while Faith put the twins on a blanket to change them.
"So why are you here?" Constantine asked Ellie, "If not to kill the cat?"
"I'm here to suck the life breath from Charles." Ellie announced, flopping on to their couch. "Satan's orders, God's command, off the record of course, but I'm not going to, because I just changed bosses this morning."
"Go on." Constantine said handing her a drink.
"Being told to kill your drooling, toothless, offspring was the last straw. I've just become a Vengeance Demon, interesting work and D'Hoffryn is a great boss. I have days off!" Ellie smiled sensuously.
"Thank you Ellie." Constantine said sincerely.
"I don't give a shit about the infant of course, but I do like you John." Ellie batted her eyelashes, "A kiss good bye?"
Faith pursed her lips together.
"Come on Faithie…" Ellie smiled maliciously, "I just saved your mewling brats life."
"Fine, but I don't have to see it." Faith picked up the twins and took them into their bedroom.
Ellie got up from the couch and walked over to John, her tail showing. "Have you missed me just a little?" she asked him.
"As a friend, yes," Constantine told her honestly.
Constantine bent down and kissed Ellie goodbye affectionately.
"I was a little in love with you Ellie." Constantine told her. "Enjoy being a Vengeance Demon."
"If I could have truly loved," Ellie said. "I think would have loved you a little too."
She left and Constantine walked back in the house. He found Faith in the twins' bedroom, having just put them down to sleep.
He picked her up and dragged her into their bedroom.
"Hey!" Protested Faith, "I know why you're horny Constantine." God damn succubi, they always had this effect on men.
Constantine took off her top. "Then you know I'm not letting you leave."
"What if I'm your sister?" Faith challenged him.
"I just don't fucking care." He said quoting Faith's words of the previous night back to her.
They both made love to each other slowly and carefully that afternoon, trying to make up for the hurt of the previous day.
"Why the turn around in attitude?" Faith asked him, as she lay in his arms.
"I am not going to be Job. Job was a righteous man, who had his family killed by Satan. Why? So God could reward him with a new one because Job kept kissing God's ass. It's utter bullshit."
Constantine kissed his wife's head. They thought he could prefer anyone over Faith?
"They orchestrated the whole thing. They made it into war when they tried to kill my child. I'm not putting you away and taking Angela as the upgrade."
Faith stiffened in his arms. Angela was an upgrade?
Constantine ignored her body language. "I'm getting both those assholes, if it's the last thing I do."