Author's Note:

This is not the original 'Splitting Pains' I wrote years ago, but I tried to rewrite it as close as possible to the source, completely from memory. I wish I had a backup of the original, but for now I hope you enjoy it as much as you did years ago.

"No."

Charles, as hopeful as he was, expected his son Ethan to completely veto the idea of having a stepmother. He tried again. "She's very nice. And she has a daughter around your age."

"That's not going to convince me." Ethan said firmly.

The rest of the car ride continued in silence. Charles may not have understood what Ethan was feeling, but he did his best to reassure his son that a new wife didn't mean a new mom for him. He hung his hand above his eyes, squinting through the sun that suddenly burst through the trees.

Meanwhile, Ethan didn't get why his father wanted to remarry. The two of them shared a secret that not many knew about. It was as rare as, say, albinism or credit scores above seven-hundred. No one could accept them the way his mother did. He didn't want to roll the dice on the chance the replacement couldn't.

Ethan crossed his arms, looking out the window to see trees enveloping the road like a wooden tunnel. "Why is this one different?"

What Ethan referred to was that Charles had several other occasions within the last couple years where he sought a potential mate, and came close to marrying at least two of them.

"Just...trust me. I'm more sure about her than anyone else."

"That's what you said with Janette."

"I'm even more sure than her." Charles said, then heard a scoff to his right. I expected that as well.

Arriving home, Ethan noticed a second car in the driveway. He thought briefly that it was his---being nineteen and all---but he knew better. "You didn't."

Charles nodded. "They want to meet you."

"Awww, shit." Ethan groaned.

They exited the vehicle, car honking as it locked, and they entered the house with Ethan following slowly behind. Charles immediately hugged and kissed a woman with short brown hair, and bright green eyes.

Ethan's first impression was unique. Damn did he do good this time.

"Ethan, this is Khloe."

She extended her hand, and reluctantly, Ethan shook it. Her hand was soft and firm. He wondered if she was a model.

"Nice to meet you Ethan. This is my daughter, Karly." Khloe said as she stepped out of the way to expose a shorter woman. She had blonde hair that stopped to the middle of her back, and wore short-shorts, a white tee, and converse.

Ethan waved. Damn, she's not bad either. He felt disappointed they might one day become his step-family.

"Now, there's a reason I said what I said in the car." Charles said to his son as he closed the front door. He gestured to Khloe and Karly. "Ladies, if you may?"

The two girls looked at each other then placed their hands to each side of their head. Each one came loose from their bodies, completely detached.

"Holy shit." Ethan said slowly. "You guys can do it too!" He did the same thing, and held his detached head in his arm.

The two heads laughed.

"There's not a lot of us around. Feels good to meet others, right Karly?"

Her neck wiggled. "And especially such cute guys." She winked.

Charles chuckled weakly, but Ethan felt his heart lift.

"Karly." Khloe said playfully. "Excuse her, she's a bit boy-crazy."

"It's alright Ms. Arden."

"Please, call me Kloe. I think we're past the formality." Kloe put her head back on and waved at everyone. "Food's ready, let's eat."

Ethan and Karly looked at each other as they reattached their heads as well. He couldn't tell what she was thinking, but he had an inkling.

Everyone was sat at the kitchen table and served with a hearty portion of stroganoff. They began eating in silence until Khloe broke it.

"I thought that maybe we could spend a few nights here, since the trip back to Kansas city is a good eight hours from Chicago. I've got all the days off this week."

Charles' face shaped into one of elation. "Oh absolutely! Karly can sleep in the spare bedroom. I'll just have to move some storage bins around."

Mixed feelings arose in Ethan. Did he really feel comfortable having people he barely knew around the house for the next week? But also, Ethan was a bit excited. He thought he might get some time with Karly. It would be difficult to see her as a possible step-sister. For the time being however, she wasn't.

Conversation continued for a while longer, then everyone split, going their separate ways. Ethan, tired from the day of driving around, went to his room and crashed into his bed. His mind reeled in thought over the occurring situation. Am I crushing over Karly? He asked himself. My father is brilliant, and stupid. Had to pick the hottest people in all of Missouri.

A knock on the door cut off his internal dialogue, and he swung the door open. It was Karly.

"H-hey there."

"Can I come in?" She asked.

"Sure, sure." Ethan led her in and Karly scanned the room in its entirety. She giggled.

"Is this..." Karly picked up a long, and awkwardly shaped glass pipe. "A bong or a dildo?"

"Oh god." Ethan rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, it's a bong. A kind of...phallic bong."

"That's funny. You don't look the stoner type."

"I like to relax from time to time."

Karly continued to walk around the spacious bedroom. "You have a girlfriend?"

Ethan froze. "Uhh, why do you ask?"

"Curious. Maybe."

"Are you? Your mom said you were boy-crazy. Surely you've got them lined up by the tens."

"Nope. Missouri is kind of dull in that aspect. At least, in my area."

He was almost relieved by the fact. "Color me surprised."

"Do you mind if I get a little comfy?"

Ethan nodded, heart racing as he wondered what she meant.

Karly sat down on the edge of his bed. She gripped the sides of her waist and separated herself in two. Bisected, she fell onto her back and took a deep breath.

He gulped.

"You should do it too. It's so relaxing." Karly said tapping on the bed.

Both reluctant and excited, Ethan sat down on the other side of the queen sized mattress and split his torso in half. He lied down, placing his hands on his belly above the cut. "You're right. It's pretty comfy. No sore legs to weigh you down."

"Or the sensation of...you know." She said, turning her head to her soon-to-be brother.

"Uhh, yeah, that thing."

She rolled her upper half to her right, using her arm to prop up her head. "Have you ever given yourself oral?"

Ethan recoiled. "That was direct." He was alarmed by how direct she was.

"I don't like beating around the bush." She said, then felt a tinge of guilt. There was a realization that perhaps that was half the reason she never had a serious boyfriend. "Well, have you?"

"I mean, I've thought about doing it, but.."

"How have you not done it yet?!" Karly was legitimately flabbergasted. "I wasn't fully through puberty the first time I did."

"I wouldn't know how to do it! I've never sucked cock before." Ethan said. Then, without even thinking, he spouted off with "Why don't you teach me then if you want me to do it so bad."

He turned to stone once he realized what he had said.

"...Sure." Karly began shifting her weight, carrying her half-self towards the other end of the bed.

"Wait wait, I wasn't serious."

"It's fine." Karly said, shrugging off the protest.

Ethan watched as Karly unbuttoned the jeans of his detached lower half. She slipped her hand under the band of his underwear and fished around blindly. He watched in shock as she pulled out his flaccid severed penis and balls. It flopped to the side of her hand.

She cradled it gently, petting it like you would a parakeet. "Can I?"

At this point, Ethan didn't believe it mattered. The damage had been done. "Yeah...go ahead." He said shakily.

Karly brought the limp detached cock to her mouth, and put it in. Her lips closed around it and pulled with one hand, opening her mouth to slide it in more, then repeating until it had grown to his full size.

He could barely feel it, but it was enough. This wasn't his first rodeo.

"Okay, so, when you're sucking a dick, you have to open your mouth just enough to avoid using your teeth." Karly opened her mouth wide and placed the erect cock within. She pointed to her lower lip. "This is about as far as you want it from your teeth. Then you want to wrap your lips as tight as you can and suck on it about halfway." Karly continued to demonstrate the blowjob tutorial, but stopped shortly after. The part slid out. It dripped with white fluid.

"You came in my mouth."

"I'm sorry. I don't exactly have control over it right now."

"It's to be expected." Karly gulped. "Also, you should really eat more fruit." She handed Ethan's sex back to him, which had gone limp once more from exhaustion.

He placed it in the lap of his legs. "Thanks for...showing me."

"You're welcome. But...do you know how to eat pussy?"

That, was something he hadn't ever done. The girlfriends of the past never liked having it done to them. "I haven't, no."

"Good. We'll start the next lesson then." Karly effortlessly waddled to her side of the mattress and pulled on her own hips, hoisting the entire lower half onto the bed. She grabbed her right ankle and thigh, detaching the leg and tossing it to the side.

Ethan kept his eyes on the leg. He wished he could do several things with it.

Karly continued manipulating her detached half, undressing it completely. She handed the hips to Ethan who took it with no clue as to what he should do next.

"Now, you see this?" She said as she spread apart her own pussy lips. "This is the clit. My clit." Her finger rubbed against it, and her face reflected the sensation that came with it. "First, you want to lick it. Before you even think of sticking anything in it, you have to get it ready." Her head lowered close to her pussy and extended her tongue. Karly licked briefly as an example. She withdrew, sighing heavily. "Now...you try."

Ethan raised the soft and plump hips to his face. The shaven and pink pussy was inches away, and he licked along the small length of it. He saw Karly shudder out of the corner of her eye. He smiled slyly.

"Okay, okay, okay...now..." Karly said in a demanding tone. "Move your tongue down to the opening."

He obeyed, and Karly shuddered more violently. He was honestly surprised she could feel most, if not all of what he was doing.

"Alright...uhhh!" She moaned, gripping the bedsheets.

"Now...slip it in."

Ethan inserted as much of his tongue into her pussy as he could. He could feel the muscles contract as she orgasmed.

Karly clutched her chest, panting hard. "Okay. Alright. Good lesson."

They spent the next few minutes putting themselves together and redressing before they were caught. While Ethan was still in shock that he had a sexual experience with the woman who was supposed to become his sister, he couldn't find a single thing he regreted. "That was fun." Ethan said with uncertainty. "Maybe...we could do this again. If possible."

Karly nodded as she joined the two pieces of herself together. "You know what." She stood up, stepping up to Ethan. "We should." Karly pecked Ethan on the lips then left the room.

It was within the next couple days that Ethan and Karly hooked up again, treating it as another lesson in handjobs using their detached arms as the tool of choice. They didn't dare go further in the fear Charles or Khloe would walk in. The subsequent reaction and punishment was something they worked fervently to avoid.

Ethan, coming back from working a shift, walked into a seemingly empty house. Hmmm. Odd. He chalked it up to everyone going to the Riverwalk to take advantage of the nice weather. He entered the bathroom and ran the water hot, letting it fill to half the tub's height. The usual Thursday ritual. He undressed and climbed in, sinking slowly under the suds in absolute bliss. The relaxation didn't last for long when a knock came to the door. Another interruption by Karly, I imagine. He said to himself. "I'm in the tub."

The door opened and Ethan saw that it was in fact not Karly, but her mother Khloe. "Hey Ethan."

He sat up, gathering suds to cover his bits. "Khloe. I'm-I'm naked."

"I just wanted to talk, but if you're uncomfortable, I can leave."

Ethan took a moment to consider his choice. "Alright. We can talk."

Khloe, wearing a lacy nightgown and barefoot, sat down on the toilet beside the tub. She crossed her legs and Ethan swore he saw nothing underneath. "You know I really like your father, and I do want to spend the rest of my life with him."

He nodded. "Yeah, he says the same about you quite often." He looked down at the water and scooped up more suds to drop over him.

"Well, at that point, we may be a family, but I want to be clear that I am not your mom. I'll try not to overstep my boundaries...in that regard. But speaking of boundaries." Khloe cleared her throat. "Karly told me what you two have been up to."

Ethan's stomach imploded. "I...uhh...umm..." He was at a loss for words.

"I'm not mad. I'm glad Karly is doing things like that safely and with someone I trust."

"I'm sorry---what?"

"You and Karly. Having sex. Splitting each other apart like it's an Olympic sport. It's okay."

He didn't know what to think. He just got permission from her mom, but what about his father? His head beaded with sweat at the thought. "But...what about my dad?"

"He knows as well."

"Fucking hell." Ethan said with embarrassment.

"It's nothing to be ashamed about. You're an attractive young man." Khloe hopped off the toilet and knelt down beside the tub. She crossed her arms against the cold ceramic. "Me and your father talked a lot about all of this. You and Karly, You and me..."

"You...and me?!"

Khloe dipped her hand into the water. It slowly traveled to Ethan's thigh.

"I...I don't understand..."

"Do you want me to stop?"

Ethan couldn't believe what was happening. While he thought how wrong all of it was, he knew that he would kick himself for years if he refused such an offer. "Uhh...no."

"Good." Khloe said with a wink. Her hands swam around, touching Ethan's legs and hips.

He felt a pop, then another, then the sensation of feeling lighter. Khloe looked pleased with herself and lifted his hips out of the water. She set them on the edge of the tub and dispensed some soap into her hands. Working a lather, she washed the part, making sure to get every crease and crevice.

The limp sex that was part of the hips, quickly grew and jut out in Khloe's face. "My, I can see why Karly has been so obsessed."

Ethan chuckled weakly. "It's not that impressive."

"What if I said it's more impressive than your father?" Khloe said playfully.

"Uhh, gross."

Khloe flipped the hips over, rubbing her hands all over Ethan's ass. She dipped them back into the water and rinsed almost all of the suds off. She brought them back up to the edge. "Would you like something?"

"What do you mean?"

"Your father said you have a thing for feet."

Of course he did. Ethan nodded. "I do, but it depends on the foot."

She held down the hips with one hand, and used the other to reach behind her. Her right foot was plucked off of her leg and was handed to her future son.

Holding it in his hands sent him to cloud nine. It was pristine, very obviously taken care of like fine china. It was a light cream, with a light pink sole. He could feel his penis throb in arousal. "Wow." Ethan said in amazement.

"Nice, isn't it?" Khloe said as she began to stroke his cock. "It can be yours if you be a good boy and cum for me."

Ethan's heart skipped a beat. "I can?"

Khloe smiled and stoked faster. He could barely hold as long as he did, and cum shot out and into the water. His senses returned after the body shakes subsided. She held out her hand, awaiting her foot back, and Ethan gave it up with an expression of disappointment.

She got back up and wiped her hand on her nightgown. "That was fun. Have a good night." She reattached her foot and left the bathroom.

In the complete silence that followed, Ethan sat still in the water, reflecting on the last forty-eight hours.

"Things are going to get real weird, aren't they?"