An Explosive Combination

Your alarm beeped. You rolled over and turned it off. "Not today," you murmured. You rolled back over you snuggle up against your mom again. You found the soft pillows of her breasts had been replace by Apogee's pert nipple poking you in the cheek. You squinted in the early light of morning to look around.

At some point, Delta had tossed and turned enough to roll over and end up laying between Apogee's legs, with her head resting on her tummy. Apogee woke up from your movement and looked down at Delta's predicament with a grin.

"Hey Mum?" she asked.

Delta groaned, still half asleep. "Hmm?"

"Feel like having breakfast in bed?" Apogee asked, sliding herself out from under Delta until her face was in Apogee's crotch.

Delta barely squinted awake but just smirked, rolling a little to give Apogee a little lick before her eyes shot open. Delta lurched upright with unusual speed before she got up and ran into the bathroom to puke, putting a quick end to your morning wood.

"Wow! Rude!" Apogee yelled.

You leaned over and smelled your sister's pussy before giving it an experimental lick. "It's not you," you assured her. "Maybe it was something she ate last night." Apogee glared at you. "Something else she ate!"

Apogee crossed her arms. "We all had the same dinner. We would be sick too. You don't think she..." Apogee made a drinking motion. "While we were asleep?"

Your mother puking first thing in the morning was nothing new to you. A hangover. You sighed and shook your head in disappointment. You got up and stood outside the bathroom. "I thought you quit drinking."

"It's not a hangover, fuck-nut! I'm sick!"

"Did you eat anything else beside what we had?" Delta shook her head. That was a mistake. She stuck her face in the toilet to puke again. You waited until she was done and handed her a banana.

"What's this for?" she asked.

"Two reasons," you said. "One, electrolytes, which you're losing when you... do that."

"And what? It helps with nausea?" she asked.

"No..." you answered. "But it does taste about the same on the way up as down."

"I think I'm fine now- grrp." She stifled a gag.

"Maybe you should see a doctor," Apogee said.

"I said, I'm fine."

"Could it be alcohol withdrawal?" you asked.

She glared at you. "Do my eyes look fucking yellow!?" Her eyes were the same fiery red as yours, but her sclera was white as normal. No jaundice. No tremors. None of the other symptoms of withdrawal either. "I told you, I wasn't that bad of an alcoholic!"

"Fine. Can you just go and prove us wrong then?" you asked, glancing at the check on the table. "It's not like you don't have the money for it now."

Delta stormed back into the bedroom to get dressed and then stomped back out to the table to grab the check. "I'm going out, to the bank, to deposit this. And then, if I have time, if I feel like it, I'll go to the damn doctor! Okay!?"

"Thank you."

Delta huffed and threw open the trailer door before she took off towards the city.

Apogee put on a kettle while the two of you finished getting dressed. She grabbed her box of Moon Tea from her travel bag and brewed herself a cup. She sat and sipped it at the kitchenette table next to you when there was a knock at the door. You walked over and opened it.

"Pegassistance Movers," the stallion greeted with a clipboard. The rest of the moving team was busy unloading the boxes from the truck and setting them down in the gravel driveway. "Sign here?"

You took the pen and signed for the delivery. Before long the truck was empty and they left. You and Apogee looked at the stacks of your life sitting in the dirt. "I suppose we better get these sorted."

"We should clean the trailer first," Apogee said. "Like, really clean!" You nodded. It was a daunting prospect. But it was one that was gravely overdue. "If we work together, we'll get it done in no time!"

"I found a box of trash bags."

...

"I got the vacuum cleaner to work again!"

...

"There should be a push broom and shovel out in the shed."

...

"I'll get some soap and water for the mop."

...

"Hey look, I found Mom's maid outfit!"

"I don't think that's for... actually, yeah, keep wearing it."

...

"So that's what the linoleum looks like."

...

"We could flip over the couch cushions."

"DON'T do that! They've already been flipped over for a reason!"

"Okay, add a new couch to the shopping list..."

...

"Wow!"

"Yeah."

"It doesn't look like a crack house anymore."

"Yeah. It actually looks clean! Like a cocaine house."

"Alright, let's deal with these boxes..."

...

You finished bolting together the bed frames that came along with the rest of your personal furniture. The rest of your large furniture went into the large steel shipping container for storage. You threw the fitted sheet covers over the mattresses and then the sheet cover and summer blanket. The result barely fit inside the bedroom, even after you shuffled the furniture around. But you agreed with your sister that putting two twins together felt appropriate.

"That looks so inviting. I'm so ready to just flop into that right now," you said.

"Not yet!" Apogee yelled from the kitchen. "I just got all the wrinkles out! Let Mom see it first!"

You looked at your watch. "She's still gone? I thought she'd be home by now."

Apogee shrugged. "It's going to be fine. She'll be home soon. Help me bring all these bags of trash out to the curb."

...

You heaved the last bag onto the pile by the road. "That's going to take more than one garbage truck," Apogee said.

You nodded. "We should have rented a dumpster." You walked back to the trailer and set up your nice folding chair next to Delta's old broken one.

Just as you were about to sit down, Apogee squealed. "Mom!" She jumped up and down excitedly as Delta glided in for a landing. "Mom! Come look! Our stuff came and we cleaned the trailer!" Apogee cheered, spoiling the surprise. Delta didn't look excited. In fact, for a mare that just deposited three quarter million bits, she looked downright morose. "Mom?" She walked past you both silently and went inside the trailer. You both rushed in after her. She wordlessly sat at the table.

"Mom, what's wrong?" You asked. "Was it the doctor? What did they say?"

"Oh fuck, is it EIV!?" Apogee asked. "Do we have EIV now!?"

Delta shook her head. "I told them my symptoms. They did a blood test." She tossed the paper onto the table.

You picked it us and scanned over it, looking at all the major, scary pathogens like EIV and Feather Flu, and seeing all the negative results, all the way down to-

"You're pregnant!?" Delta nodded. "But... how!?"

She leveled her gaze at you. "I think you're quite familiar with the process, Aileron."

"But you've been taking your Moon Tea, right?" Apogee asked.

Delta gave her a sarcastic smile and pointed at her cupboard. "Every morning before I make coffee."

"Well, that sounds like a lawsuit..." you said.

Apogee rummaged through Delta's cabinet shelves and pulled down the familiar box. "This one?" she asked. Delta nodded. Apogee looked at the bottom of the box. "Mom, this expired in May."

Delta huffed. "That's a Sell-By date, it lasts more than a month-"

"May of last year, Mom!"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Fuck."

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"Who's the father?" you asked. Oh buddy, if looks could kill. "Mom, I love you. But until very recently, I feel like that's a fair question."

"You're the only stallion I've let bareback since... him."

"Mom, I think we're a bit past euphemisms here. This is not the time for coy vagary!"

"Your father."

"Okay, okay. But still, condoms aren't one hundred percent-"

"You're the only stallion- the only person that I'd had in... well, a frankly embarrassing amount of time actually. Ain't nobody got a toy box that diverse because their love life is going so well, you know?"

"..."

"So yes. It is unquestionably yours!"

You paced back and forth in the kitchen. "I can't believe I got you pregnant!"

Delta rubbed her temples. "I'm almost forty Aileron. I can't believe I could even still get pregnant."

"I can't believe it's not butter!" Apogee said. You both looked at her. "Sorry. I was feeling left out."

"Speaking of, how are you not pregnant!?" Delta asked.

Apogee grabbed her tea box out of her bag. "My tea isn't expired."

"So what are we going to do?" you asked.

"Well..." Delta said, "We have options. I could drink a lot."

"Mom, no."

"Or you could tie my wings and push me off the hangar roof."

"No!"

"Or you could just kick me in the stomach really hard."

"Stop!"

"There's a clinic in town that takes cash and doesn't ask questions."

"Mom! No! We are not doing any of those things!"

Delta stood up. "Well, it's fucking better than the alternative!" she shouted.

At her children.

Apogee was nearly in tears. "Is that how you felt last time?" she asked.

"With us?" you asked. "Did you think about getting an abortion?"

"Every mother thinks about getting one, Aileron!" Delta yelled. "Obviously I didn't!"

"Because Dad... talked you out of it," you said.

Delta sat back down and looked away. "...Yeah."

"But that's good right!?" Apogee said. "Because we're the best things that ever happened to you?"

Delta shrugged and looked like she was about to object. The vitriol of a lifetime of bitter resentment boiled to the surface. But as quickly as it appeared, it melted away. "You didn't ruin my life. Jet did. And I sure-as-fuck didn't do myself any favors since then..." She reached into her shirt pocket and pulled out her cigarette pack, looking at the last one inside. "But that's not your fault." She looked at both of you. She almost smiled. "Yeah. You are the best things that ever happened to me." She brought the cigarette up to her lips.

Apogee stepped closer. "Well... maybe this could be too."

"Yeah, sure, your brother's potato-faced hell-spawn!"

"Actually with only first generation inbreeding the risk of genetic deformities are remarkable low." Apogee said. "And they usually present as simple, but manageable blood-"

"Apogee, how do you know this!?"

Apogee held up her phone. "I have the internet, Mom. By the way, some studies have shown that there is actually a lot of benefit to second-cousin and even first-cousin-"

Delta spat the cigarette back into the pack and pounded her fist on the table. "Apogee! I can't build a fucking rocket if I'm fucking pregnant! I'd lose most of my core strength! And I have to work with shit like Hydrazine and Benzene and a whole bunch of other nasty shit which is bad enough for me, but would be even worse for a fetus than your brother's genes!"

"I can do that stuff!" you said. "I'll wear the gloves and respirator and all that. You won't have to even be near it! I'll lift whatever you need me to lift. We can get the crane working again, too!"

"You said you wanted us to help, right?" Apogee said. "Your rocket, your design, Aily and I know it!"

"I was only half serious. I meant like, for a summer internship. You need to go to university in the fall!"

"Mom, we're not going anywhere," you said.

"We can put off university for a year," Apogee said. "All else aside, this would be good work experience."

"And... if we build this rocket, on time and under budget, this wouldn't be the last time that the Delta Vee Rocket Manufacturing company would get a contract like this, right?"

Delta snorted. "Is that what we're calling it?"

You shrugged and sat down next to her. "It's a working title. My point is, it would be a career for all of us. Save us a bunch of school debt." She still didn't look convinced.

Apogee sat down on the other side of her. "Mom, you always said that your rocket design for EASA was you one big chance, and that Dad stole it away from you..."

You hugged her. "You always said that you wished you could have that one chance again to get it right, to build your rocket... and be a better mother..." Delta crumpled the cigarette pack in her fist as tears streamed from the corners of her eyes. "Mom, what if this..." You put your hand on her belly. "What if this is your big second chance?"