Alright everyone, there is something very important I need to tell all of you. And please bear with me, this has been getting to me for the last few years. In the April holidays of 2010, my family went interstate to visit my grandparents, and particularly my cousins; Daniel, Billie, Lindsay and Charlie, as Charlie had just been born. Now things started the second day we were there, when the 3 of us, Daniel, Billie and I, were at their house, which was roughly a 20 minute drive from where we were staying. At about 11am, went to the skatepark that was a 5 minute walk from their house. I wasn't really that interested in going but I didn't want to be "that guy" and ruin the day. Now I hadn't realised at the time, but we were actually meeting a huge group of their friends, there were at least 20 people there. But in particular, 3 girls for most of the day: Stacey, Jean and Laura. Stacey and Daniel pîssed off straight away, leaving myself, Jean, Laura and Billie. Now I was immediately attracted to Jean, but she was like a sister to Billie, and things were kind of getting tense between us, but we agreed not to make anything of it. After about another 2 hours we left as we all had to go to a family dinner. As it turned out, after dinner we had been invited to a party that one of Lindsay's friends David was holding., and we were told that Stacey, Jean and Laura would all be there, so of course we decided to go. It was night by the time we got there, and there were a good 30 or 40 people in this huge house, it was actually pretty sweet. We managed to find the girls pretty quickly after we went inside. I'll skip some pretty unpleasant details, but in short we all ended up taking acid. Now, to make an unpleasant and long story short, Jean and I had sex, and I ended up passing out in a house full of complete strangers, and I had no idea what was going on. I still have a vision of Jean crowded by 3 other guys, and even though I felt awful about it I was too messed up from the acid to help by then. By the time I woke up, Billie and Lindsay were still there. All 3 of us ended up going home by about 12 the next day. Now, nothing was said about the party for the rest of the week, but neither did Billie talk to me until the day we left. As we got to departure at the airport, Billie pulled me aside. He whispered to me, "how dare you touch Jean you sick fu[i]c[/i]k, she's like a sister to me. You know that nobody's heard a thing from her since then?" Despite me thinking that it wasn't really a big deal, I apologised quickly, as we come here every Christmas holidays and it'd be better to make sure everything was cool between us. In August I got a message from Jean, and as it turned out, she was 4 months pregnant with a boy, and she was positive it was mine, and she was keeping it. I disregarded it completely, as I knew for certain that I had worn a cond[i]o[/i]m. Now, the drama really started when we returned in January of 2011. Billie couldn't even look me in the eye, so I decided to settle this. I walked to his house early in the morning, before he could leave for work (it was a Saturday). I knocked on the door where his mum Alison let me in. I went straight to his room, swung the door open, I stared him right in the face and said "Billie Jean is not my lover, she's just a girl who thinks I am the one, but the kid is not my son."