18 comments/ 75354 views/ 19 favorites An Upside-down “Y” By: A_Satori copyright ©2009 by A_Satori. All rights reserved. (Author's note: This is a story of love and desire that could have been placed in a number of story categories.) *************** SATURDAY MORNING Bing! "3" appeared on the display. Ted placed his palm on Kyli's lower back. "Is this our level?" He nodded. "Yeah." The elevator opened on the third floor of the concrete parking structure. They smiled as they held the doors open to allow a forty-ish guy carrying a couple blueprint tubes and a briefcase, probably with his college age son handling the loaded baggage cart to exit first. Ted had noticed both of them checking out Kyli, not leering, just noting her beauty in an appreciative manner. Without thinking, his own eyes drifted down to her apple ass as he pulled his hand off her back and they stepped out. He had been gawking at her butt for fourteen years, since she was twelve and he was sixteen. The fabric of the pleated, cotton, hiking shorts hugged her bottom. Even wearing those she looked beautiful, hot, and seductive to him. His gaze lowered to her smooth, slender, toned legs. She was petite, with dark brunette, nearly black hair, not as long as it was when she was twelve, barely reaching her shoulder blades now. Her breasts were small but proportional to her slender figure, maybe because of her it always seemed odd when he'd see Asian chicks with big boobs. She had a very pretty and cute face, and her dark, almond shaped eyes laced an exotic quality into her beauty and sexiness. Her eyelids even had that second crease that was supposed to be a prized beauty trait among Asian girls. He was always amazed at how she could still look like a teenager sometimes, and failing that, she always looked younger than her age. The most remarkable thing about her was that she never seemed to be aware of how beautiful she was, which added another attractive quality to her. He forced his eyes away from her ass and glanced down the aisle for the car. He felt his cock stirring and hated himself for allowing it to take notice of her again. He waited until it calmed down before he put his arm around her shoulders. He smiled. "So... wha'd'ya think? Will they have a good time?" Kyli folded her arms over her chest and watched her feet as she walked. She nodded as a small smile formed on her mouth. "Uh-huh." Her brow pinched as she looked at Ted. "But... did Dad seem nervous to you?" "Yeah, I think he was, but not about the flight if that's what you're thinking." "What was he nervous about?" "His colitis. He was concerned it might be a problem. He made some jokes about it yesterday, but I think he's worried it'll get in the way of them having their dream trip. He really wants Mom to have a perfect three weeks." Ted smiled. "I think the first phrase he learned in that Berlitz book was, 'Where's the toilet?'" "I thought his med was taking care of it. He told me that at Easter." She had gotten so scared a year ago when she visited and saw her father had lost thirty pounds. Her first thought had been cancer. He hadn't gained all the weight back. He actually looked younger now. He and Mom had joined a health club last fall. She had slimmed down and toned up, although Mom had never been overweight. They both looked younger now. "Yeah, it does for the most part, but I think he has days where it doesn't work very well." Ted grinned. "I can imagine worrying about it. I'd hate to be in the Sistine Chapel, gazing up at the ceiling and suddenly be a moment away from droppin' a load of personally bio processed veal parmesan and pasta alfredo in my pants." Kyli's left arm moved swiftly. She lightly swatted her brother's thigh. "Don't be crass." Her arm returned to her chest. "He'll be fine. You know, I..." She sighed. "Huh?" He pulled his arm from around her shoulders and fished out the car keys from the pocket of his jeans. "Mom and Dad really love each other, but... but it's not just that, it's... they... they're still in love. I think that's very rare, very... beautiful." Ted figured she was comparing their marriage to her own failed one. It was only five months or so since the divorce was final. "You're right. They still are in love and it is really rare." He wondered if he'd ever find that kind of relationship with any chick. He used the remote to unlock his parents' sedan. Beep! For the hell of it, he opened the passenger door for Kyli. "Thanks." She didn't notice Ted gazing at her legs as she got into the car. He closed the door and walked around the rear. Kyli pushed the door open for him. He got in and started the engine. They buckled their seat belts. He backed out of the parking slot and headed to the exit ramp. "Mind if we just roll the windows down and leave the AC off? It's warm out but hopefully we'll be moving fast on the tollway. There hasn't been much traffic for some reason." He didn't think she'd object. She liked it warm and he liked the air blowing in. "No, that's fine." She looked out the door window as it rolled down, her thoughts were still on her parents, how much fun they'd have spending three weeks in Italy. It had been their dream since before Mom had gotten pregnant with Ted, which was why they hadn't done it thirty years ago. Her mother was 53, her dad was 55 and had just taken early retirement. Mom had told her they wanted to do the trip before they were too old to enjoy it. The small smile now laced with a bit of sadness, returned to her lips. Mom and Dad didn't seem very old to her at all. Last night when she had walked into the family area of the house, Mom had been sitting on Dad's lap. They had been kissing and when she happened upon them, Mom had blushed the way she always had when they'd get caught kissing, but she had stayed on Dad's lap just as she had in the past too. It had never been like that with Raymond during their time together before they were married nor during their two years of marriage. She had wanted it to be that way, had wanted her other needs met too, and had hoped they would be. She had been a fool. The first part Ray had thought was silly and unnecessary, the second part he had said was perverted when she had opened up a little to him. Why had she married him? Because he was Chinese American? Was that it? She had met Ray her college senior year when she had gotten it into her head that she needed to 'find herself,' to be more in tune with her ethnic heritage. Mom and Dad had always tried to provide that, celebrating dumb Chinese holidays when she was young, making a dozen trips to the Art Institute and the Oriental Museum downtown, going to a handful of festivals in Chinatown, and other somewhat silly but well intentioned attempts to make her aware of her ethnicity. It had never been very important to her until senior year in college. Junior year she had been going out with Tom for nearly six months when they broke up just before summer. The ending had been acrimonious. They had quarreled, and he had called her a "slant eyed Chink bitch." It had hurt her to her core, and then she had gotten ashamed about how little she knew and how little she had cared about her ethnic and racial background. It was after that she had started thinking of herself as a hyphenated American. Senior year she had joined the Asian Student Union. That was how she met Ray. He was first generation American. He spoke Mandarin. His parents had emigrated from Taiwan. He was good looking and smart, and she had enjoyed visiting his parents. His mother had been so nice and fun, laughing with her at her pronunciation when she had tried to teach her Mandarin phrases and words. Raymond's father had been very nice too, more formal, yet he also had a sense of humor. Whenever they spoke Chinese to each other in front of her, one or the other would tell her what they had said, usually it was some funny comment or joke, about Raymond, or her, or themselves. Ray wasn't like them or his sister, Lian, who had also been nice, funny, and sweet. He was always so serious, and never impulsive. He always had to have everything planned out. Ray's parents were a little like her own. Humor was part of both her parents' personalities, they were always laughing about something. They had tried to make Raymond feel welcome, and then feel he was part of the family. She knew without being told that they were disappointed that, although very polite, Ray didn't reciprocate their warmth. She could see now that his attitude towards them had been at least somewhat condescending. A couple months before the wedding, Ted had taken her out to dinner, just them. She could see something was on his mind. When she had finally asked him what it was, he had responded with questions of his own-- Are you sure you want to marry this guy? Are you sure he loves you? It now seemed as if Ted had seen something in Ray she had been oblivious to. Since the final divorce papers were signed five months ago, she had been trying to remember if not truly understand, why exactly she had said yes to Raymond's marriage proposal. He had been interesting, and attentive to her before they were married, and he had even been somewhat romantic giving her flowers or little gifts at appropriate times. She wasn't even sure now why she had thought she loved him. Her eyes teared. It had been a mistake. Her eyes welled more. When she had finally opened up to him, Ray had called her a pervert. She reached for a tissue from the box on the console. She really didn't want to cry in front of Ted. Ted sighed within. He imagined Kyli was comparing Mom and Dad to her marriage to that arrogant asshole Ray. He waited until she wiped her eyes and blew her nose, then he reached for her hand and held it firmly. She squeezed it but didn't turn her face to him. "You okay?" She nodded but kept looking out the window. "Uh-huh. Sorry." He wanted to tell her that Ray was a self-centered, carrot up his ass, down his nose looking, smug, asshole, fucking prick, but he didn't think that would help her mood. She gave his hand another squeeze, then pulled hers away. He glanced at her slender legs and pretty feet in the leather flip flops. He had a vision of licking from her toes all the way up to her pussy, then pushing his tongue between her labs. He had always thought they'd be thin and delicate, an exotic, erotic flower, just like the rest of her. He felt his cock stir again. He hated himself once more for his lack of control over it. He put both his hands on the steering wheel. "So... tonight, what about dinner? I was thinking of us driving into the city, maybe hitting Pietro's Pizza for stuffed, or... maybe that Thai place by the el station on Western. Wha'd'ya feel like?" The corner of Kyli's mouth curled. Ted was teaching at the university downstate and whenever he was in the Chicago area he'd drive all over creation for different ethnic foods, or his true gastronomic craving, Chicago hot dogs with a 'full garden' on top. She liked them too, but not every day. She laughed softly and finally turned her face to him. "I'm surprised you aren't suggesting hot dogs." Ted grinned. "Well... that's always on the list of possibilities. Ooooh... what about driving into the city, down to Taylor Street to Ally's for an Italian beef? Then drive up to Armitage to that Italian ice place I'm sure I've mentioned before." He had really enjoyed living in the city for two years. He wished he still was but he couldn't pass up the tenure track assistant professorship when it was offered. It was the ultimate 'survival job.' "Do we have to decide right now?" He looked at the dashboard clock. It was a few minutes before noon. "Nah, we got a lot of time. Maybe I'll stop at Porti's, get a dog to tide me over. I should have had breakfast with you guys. You hungry?" He grinned again when Kyli laughed. "You are so predictable." "You really think that? A few girlfriends have told me I was fairly spontaneous." Her smile faded. She looked out the window. She knew what he probably meant and she thought he probably was. "I didn't say predictable in everything, just food." "Hmmm... I'll take that as a compliment." Kyli realized she was clenching her pussy. She told herself to relax, and then told herself to stop thinking about being adopted and that Ted wasn't related to her by blood. She wondered why she was thinking about that again. It had been years. Ted inhaled deeply. "Mmmm... I love this part of the expressway." Kyli was still deep in thought. "Huh?" He dramatically inhaled again. "Before home, let's stop at the grocery store and get a few Butterfingers and Baby Ruths." Kyli looked to her right and smiled. They were driving past the Curtis Candy factory. The scent of sugary chocolate was thick in the air. She giggled. "Okay, let's. After you have your hot dog." He glanced at the dashboard again. "I think I better get two dogs. Dinner won't be for another six hours." Kyli rolled her eyes, then shook her head slowly as she softly laughed. *** SATURDAY NIGHT Kyli squirmed her hips getting a little more comfy on the cushion of the redwood chaise. She felt relaxed for the first time in months. They had driven into the city to have dinner at a small storefront Thai restaurant Ted knew. The food had been excellent. Playing CDs and relaxing in the afternoon, then the drive into the city, dinner, then a delicious Italian ice at a little place on Armitage, the drive back home -- it was just like it had always been when they spent an evening together. They talked about a hundred different subjects, from very personal to politics, art, music, to teasing and kidding around. If it had been a date, it would have the best one of her life. They had arguments and fights as kids and as teenagers, but she knew that he had always been her best friend when she really needed one. She had been the same towards him. They truly cared about each other. They always had. She took a slow breath and sighed. They only had the underwater pool light on. It gave an eerie blue, tinted glow to the stone patio. It seemed to cool the humid, warm air. She tilted her head back. She could only make out the brightest stars. She wished they hadn't turned on the light. She heard the sliding patio door opening. She leaned to the side and looked back at the house. Ted had two glasses in his hands and was closing the door with his elbow. "Ted? Turn the pool light off, okay?" "Don't you want some light out here?" "I want to look at the stars." "Oh... yeah, good idea." He stepped inside again and switched off the pool light. Kyli turned around and gazed skyward again. She knew with the naked eye only a million or so stars were visible, but now without the light it seemed more like a gazillion stars. She smiled at her thought. She had used that word when she was little. Ted handed her the seven-seven, actually it was a seven and bourbon. His was bourbon on the rocks. He had been surprised earlier when Ky had wanted a mixed drink, her usual was a single glass of wine. He sat down in the chaise next to hers and took a sip from his glass. He hadn't had bourbon in a while. Maybe they'd both get wasted on whiskey tonight. He had never seen Kyli drunk. He looked up at the sky. Venus was shining brightly. Or was it Jupiter? Ky would know. Kyli sipped her drink. It tasted strong but she hadn't had a seven-seven in ages. She looked at the stars again. She spoke softly, "Remember 'a gazillion?'" "Huh? A gazillion what?" Her small smile grew a bit more. "A gazillion anything. When I was little I heard you say it once, and then... well, I started using it. I guess it wasn't..." He interrupted with a chuckle. "That's right. It was your favorite word for about a year." "I think it was longer than a year and then... then you told..." He interrupted again, "I told you it wasn't a real word." "Uh-huh. I... I got so mad at you when you told me that. I remember looking it up in the dictionary with Mom and you were right, then I got madder at you thinking you had tricked me into believing it was a word, and I felt so dumb." "I didn't trick you into believing it was a real word." He chuckled again. "I know you didn't. I... I don't know why I thought that. I overheard you using it a couple times, and thought it was... oh... that you were real smart, and it was a, you know, a smart, intelligent word, so I started using it too." "I don't remember ever saying that word." "I guess... maybe you only used it like... maybe twice. At least twice because the second time I asked what it meant and you said it meant a huge number. Something like that. I thought you were so smart." He laughed. "Yeah, maybe it was something like that. I guess that shows you how dumb you were, thinking I was smart." Her smile faded. She took another sip from her glass. "You were and are smart. You know you are." "I think you got the brains in the fam, Ky. I'm just a glorified blue collar guy." He took a gulp of his bourbon. "I work with my hands making art that'll never sell well enough to make any sort of a living from, so I have a survival job teaching drawing and painting to college kids who don't comprehend the work ethic. You can do calculus, physics, and all that brainiac stuff." "I teach eighth graders math, Ted." "I always thought you should have finished grad school and gotten that doctorate in physics instead of..." He stopped talking. Shit! "Instead of getting married?" He sipped his drink. "Instead of dropping out of the program." She sadly smiled. "Yeah, then I might be teaching physics in some high school." "Maybe, or you might be working for NASA or at some research accelerator or some place like that. You know you're smart enough. I remember you talking about being an astronaut when you were... what? Ten or so?" "Uh-huh, around that age." She sighed. "I like kids. I enjoy teaching." She sipped her drink. "Maybe it's being home again, or... or what's happened in my life recently and being home again, but the past week here, helping Mom get ready for the trip, I... I've been thinking a lot about... about when I was a girl, about us as kids." "Yeah. I guess I do too when I visit." "The other day I remembered a time when I was ten, Mom and Dad were going out for the evening and they told me you'd be the baby-sitter." She smiled and shook her head. "I was so mad when Mom and Dad told me that, said you'd be 'baby-sitting' me. I mean, it wouldn't have gotten me angry if they had just said you were in charge while they were out at that party. I thought since I was ten, it wasn't baby-sitting." Ted softly chuckled. "I was probably pissed too. I never got paid for baby-sitting you." "It wasn't baby-sitting." She took a breath. "And then... then you became my hero that night." "Huh? Wha'd'ya mean?" "Katie was over and we were... oh... I don't know, listening to music, maybe playing a game on that Mac I had, doing something, and I thought going out to get a slurpy was what we just had to do. So, we went downstairs and I asked you to take us over to the 7-Eleven because it was near dark outside and Mom and Dad wouldn't let me walk there after dark, but I knew you could take us there. You... you were playing your Nintendo and didn't want to be bothered, but I..." She grinned. "I kept nagging you and then when that didn't work, I started begging you, saying pleeeeeeze, Teddy, pleeeeeze take us. Remember?" Ted blinked. It was coming back to him. "Oh man... that was the night..." Kyli broke in, "Un-huh, that night. So you finally agreed to go with us. We were a block or so from Ogden Avenue walking on the sidewalk, you were ahead of us a few steps, Katie and I were talking nonstop about something, and those two bigger high school kids came up on bicycles really quietly behind us, and that one guy bumped his front tire against the back of my foot on purpose and I fell down, then he... he called me a... a stupid gook." An Upside-down “Y” Her eyes welled. "And... and the next thing I knew, you were picking me up asking if I was all right. I said I was okay, then you were practically flying through the air and you grabbed the guy off his bike and started punching him, and... and I got so scared because he was older and bigger than you and I started screaming at you that... that we should just run away, but... but you kept hitting him and-and demanding he apologize to me, shouting that no one talked to your sister that way. And... and then that other guy got off his bike and I got even more scared because I thought he was going to pull you off the other guy and they'd both beat you up." She took a slow deep breath and wiped her eyes. Ted glanced at her. He had heard tears in her voice before they had welled in her eyes. "Actually, Ky, you were the hero." He smiled. "I couldn't believe you started shoving that other guy away, standing between him, and me and the guy I was fighting." "I almost started hitting him, but... he just tried to push me out of the way, and I kept jumping back in front of him, pushing him. He probably thought I was like eight years old, because... well, I was always small, and I guess he would have felt like a super jerk if he had hit me or something. And then Katie screamed she was going to get her dad and started running home. Then you got that kid to... to apologize to me, and his friend told him to get on his bike, that the other girl had run off to get someone. I guess he wanted to leave before Katie's dad came." Her eyes welled up again. "No one ever fought for me like that." She sniffled and wiped her eyes again. She set her glass on the little plastic table between their chairs, then took some tissues out of her pocket and blew her nose. She didn't know why she was getting so emotional. "Dad would have killed that kid. I just wanted to beat him bloody. In fact... his mouth was bloody. I think I was too." He smiled. "My knuckles got cut on his teeth." Ted's smile grew as he sipped his bourbon. "He was so much bigger than you. I got so scared you'd get hurt." "I probably had more fighting experience than him. I got into a lot of fights. Bigger guys always seemed to pick on me, push me around, tried to bully me. I could never figure out why. I never picked a fight with anyone. Anyway, I didn't want that kind of bullying crap happening to you." "I loved you so much that day." She wiped her eyes again. "After they rode off I thought you had really gotten hurt because you started crying so hard. Remember? I kept asking you where you were hurt." She giggled softly, then wiped her eyes once more. "I know. I was crying because I had been so scared about you getting beat up. I... I remember I hugged you really tightly." "Yeah. I... I remember that." She looked at him in the dark. "Did... did that embarrass you?" He thought for a moment. "No... no, it didn't embarrass me." "Why... why did you hesitate just now?" She bit her lower lip. "It's... it's hard to remember exactly what I felt at that moment. I... I was really adrenelized, still wanting to beat the hell out of that guy, and... and if I was embarrassed about the hug, it was because... well, I guess I liked it. So... no, I wasn't embarrassed, at least not the way you mean it." "You... you liked it?" "Yeah, I guess I did. At the time, maybe I thought of myself as a hero too... no, not a hero, a... a defender, and the hug made me feel good I guess." He chuckled. "Why the laugh?" "Maybe later I got a little embarrassed, actually more like worried." "You did?" Her heart sank. Had he worried someone saw the hug? "Yeah. I started worrying your little friend, you know, Katie, might start telling everyone you had protected me, you know, from that other guy, and then it would get around my little sister had beat up some guy to protect me." He laughed briefly. "Jeez... I really hated it when Katie and her dad drove up and he came running over. Asking who was hurt and who the stupid guys were." Kyli nodded. "He drove us home after that and you had to keep telling him we were okay when he kept saying we should come over and stay at their house." "I now know Mr. Hall was a good guy, but back then he really pissed me off. I didn't want his help... his concern." "I didn't want to go over there either. He took us home. Katie went back to her house though." She looked at Ted again. "Remember what we did after that?" He shook his head. "Yeah, that was super stupid of me." "I didn't think so. You... I think you were trying to show me not to be afraid. In fact, you said that at the time. That I shouldn't let any jerks or fear stop me from doing anything." He laughed. "Ky, going to the store again was incredibly stupid of me. Hell... you didn't even want the damn slurpy anymore. We could have run into those assholes again." She smiled. "I did want a slurpy, but... but I didn't want to take a chance those guys would come back and beat you up, and I was thinking they might get other friends and be looking for you." "See? I told you a few minutes ago you're the smarter one." He chuckled. He remembered a part of him wanting to run into the prick again. And Ky was right. He had been trying to show her not to be afraid. It really had been incredibly stupid of him though, at least going with Kyli. "It was a little odd walking back there, no, not odd. I mean... I felt scared for you, the guys coming back, but... I felt safe being with you." His smile waned. "I'm glad you felt safe with me around." His smile reappeared. "Remember the funniest thing about that night?" Kyli finally grinned. "Uh-huh. The slurpy machine was broken!" "Yeah!" Ted laughed and looked at his sister when she turned her face towards him. "We got something else, didn't we?" "Uh-huh. We got... mmm..." Her brow pinched for a moment. "Oh! I got a coconut milk and you got... oh... some sports drink, and... and I got a big pretzel and you got one of those awful meat sticks." He chuckled. "A Slim Jim." She kept smiling. "Then we sat at the side of the building and watched the cars on Ogden." "Yeah, that's right." "I... I thought that was the best part." "Watching the traffic?" "No. Sitting with you and talking, and... that... that you didn't mind if any of your friends saw us together, you know, if they walked by." He grinned. "Well... it was a special night." Her smile faded again. "It was." He remembered when they got home, the two messages on the answering machine. His mother frantic on both. The second one saying that if they didn't hear from him in ten minutes they were leaving the party and driving home. He had called in the nick of time, explaining that they'd been outside and didn't hear the phone, and that no one was really hurt, that Kyli just skinned her knee a little. He had already started thinking going to the 7-Eleven a second time had been very stupid. He had gotten angrier at Mr. Hall, although it was probably Mrs. Hall, for calling his parents, then he got pissed about his parents giving them the number to the party, obviously Mom had asked them to keep an eye on him and Kyli. Ted half smiled. "You know, the next day, Dad really got angry at me about taking you up there in the first place. He was really pissed at me." "Why? They let you go up there at night. You were fourteen, right?" "Yeah, I know, but... well, you weren't. I think he was... he was post facto worried like hell about the possibility of you getting hurt." He chuckled softly. "Then he asked if I had nailed the asshole. I told him I had and he patted me on the back about that, then he said I should try not to get into fights. Dad should have gotten a parenting award for mixed messages." Ted grinned and took a sip of his drink. "You know, we've... we've never talked about what you thought or-or felt about... about... ummm...." She bit her lower lip again. "About what?" "About me being adopted." His brow pinched. "I... I don't know what you mean." "I don't know, did you... did you think it was weird or-or... or did you ever wish I was, you know, a biological sister?" He answered immediately, "No." His gut tensed wondering if he had responded too fast. "No, what? I mean no to what?" "No, it wasn't odd or weird, and no, I didn't want you to be a biological sister." His gut tensed again. It hadn't come out right. He took another sip of his bourbon. "What do you mean, you didn't want me to be a biological sister?" "Huh?" He made sure his brow pinched as he looked at her. "I meant, it wasn't weird that you weren't." She tried to see his eyes better in the dark for a couple moments. "Oh." He thought he needed to cover up that slip. He searched his memory. His mouth formed a crooked smile. "When Mom and Dad told me there was a possibility I was going to have a baby brother or sister, I got really excited. I... I think they may have tried to explain adoption but I can't remember if they did or not, but... my excitement waned when a few months later, maybe more than a few months, they showed me a little picture of you and said you were my baby sister." He grinned. "Mannnn... I wanted a baby brother so badly. But... then when they brought you home after being away for... well, it seemed like forever that Gramma was at the house taking care of me, but it was probably only a couple weeks. Anyway, they brought you home and I... I just thought you were so cool, you looked like this little doll that moved all by itself, and... and Mom made sure I knew about being gentle with you and... oh... I guess she probably told me about the soft spot and all that stuff. She then told me I was now a big brother so I had to make sure you were always safe. I guess I liked the idea of being a big brother, because then you being a girl instead of a boy didn't matter anymore. I was a big brother." He grinned. "You know, your pussy is the first one I ever saw." He laughed softly. "Don't be crass." "Wanna hear about it?" "No, you ass." She took a slow breath. "All right. Tell me." "It's kind of amazing I can remember all this stuff, well... maybe not that amazing, I mean I was four years old. I had two big scares about you, and Mom and Dad had one." "Huh?" "The first one was... it must have been a Saturday or Sunday because Dad was home. Mom was changing you, and during that she suddenly started shouting for Dad, then shouted for me to find him. I think he was outside in the yard or puttering in the garage or something. So... I get him and we both run back into the house. Mom tells him to look at your diaper, and she's nearly shaking and saying she's going to call the doctor right away or... take you to the ER, and... "What?! Why?" He chuckled. "I'm getting to that." He sipped his drink. "So... she's really upset and Dad's looking in your poopy diaper, and he says... I remember this so clearly..." Ted laughed again. "What?!" "He says, 'Oh mannnn, those are goddamn worms.'" Ted laughed. "Worms?!" Ted nodded with a big grin on his face. "Yeah, worms." He laughed again. "Oh... gawd. How did I get worms?" "I... years later, I remembered it, and I asked Mom about it, and... well, it turns out that a lot of babies from China had worms, from... I don't know, the water or something over there." "Really?" "Yeah." "Oh, gawd." She felt a shiver pass through her. "What... what was the other thing about me that scared all of you?" "You'll get a kick out of this." He chuckled again. "What?" "Mom is changing you another time, this was after the Great Worm Scare..." He laughed once more. "Shut up about that! What's this other thing?" "It didn't scare Mom or Dad, just me. The worms were what scared them." He chuckled yet again, and had another sip of his drink. He realized he was getting a little looped. Kyli's pretty eyes grew large. "Just tell me!" "Okay... so... this is soon after the Great Worm Scare, I'm watching Mom change you, I'm pretty sure I was checking for more worms, and... and I thought... I thought something horrible had happened to you and it really scared me." He grinned. "What?!" "I'm watching real closely, staring at you and I'm shocked because you don't have a package." He chuckled. "Huh?" "You don't have a penis. And I got scared that..." His grin grew. "This is good." He laughed. "I got scared because I thought the worms had eaten it!" "Shut up!" She leaned towards him and swatted his arm. Smat! Ted laughed yet again. "So I got scared and asked Mom about it, then... then she explained it to me. I guess... I guess that was my first sex talk and... and afterwards, in my boy brain, it really made sense that, you know, boys and girls would be different down there. I mean I knew girls and, well, women, were different by then, you know, tits and stuff, and girls wore dresses, and you weren't supposed to punch girls, but you know, I didn't know about pussies." He grinned. "By the way, you have the prettiest pussy I've ever seen, Ky." She felt her vagina clench as if it had a mind of its own. She spoke softly, "Shut up." The grin left his face and his voice. "You know, I... I always thought you'd have a very pretty... beautiful pussy." He blinked and his face went slack for a moment. "Ahhh... jeezuz... sorry, Ky. I... I shouldn't have said that." He realized he was definitely a little drunk. "Did you... did you really think that?" He looked at her, glad it was so dark. He couldn't see her eyes very well. "Yeah, I... I did." They both grew silent. It lasted two minutes. Ted broke it. "Did I just screw the mood here?" "No. I... I'm just thinking." "You know, it would have been really funny, if in that pregnant pause jus' now, half way through it, you would have said..." His voice rose an octave and took on a lilt, "Ted? I always thought you'd have the prettiest dick." "Don't be crass." Kyli shook her head but smiled softly. He laughed then finished off his bourbon rocks. "I'm gettin' another drink. Wan' a refill?" "I don't think you need another. How many is that for you?" "I don' know. Two I think." "I think that's your third because this is my second. You had one more than me." "You trying to take Mom's role here? Or illustrate your math skills?" "No." "Then shut up." He stood. "You want another?" "No. Wait. Oh... all right." She drank the remnants from her glass and handed it to him. "Okay, be right back." Kyli realized that talking about their childhood had taken her mind off of her divorce, which made her think about it again. Ted made the refills, then returned to the lounge chairs. The backyard was surrounded by trees and tall shrubs but he knew the moon was rising. It had gotten a little brighter on the patio. He handed Kyli her drink. "Thank you." Ted sat down. "You're welcome." He tasted his bourbon rocks and stole a glance at Kyli's legs. She took a sip of her drink. "Are you bored talking about the past, our childhoods?" "Mmm.... no. Have another memory?" "Yes, but... I'm... I'm not sure I should bring it up." His brow pinched. "What is it?" A million butterflies alighted in her abdomen. "It was a game... well... no, not really a game game, but... um..." She took another drink from her glass. "What do you mean? When was this? What kind of game?" "I was... I think... like thirteen, maybe fourteen." She felt breathless for a moment. His brow pinched. "Yeah? What game?" "It wasn't a game game, it was... I guess... um... I guess it could be called a 'what if' game, if... if it should be called a game." He stared at her profile wondering what the hell she was talking about. His gut tensed as it came to him. Oh... shit! "It only happened... I mean, we played it only like... oh... like ten times. The first time we were in my room and playing... well, playing some sort of regular game, a... a board game or cards or something, and we were on my bed and we finished playing it. Mom and Dad were out on one of their monthly dates to the movies or dinner or something. You lost so you were putting the game pieces away, and I started teasing you about... about seeing you holding hands with that girl, I think her name was Darcy. And..." He spoke softly, "Her name was Marcy... or Marcia." "Oh... yeah, and... and then I said... I asked, what... what you'd do if you walked into her bedroom when she was sleeping and... and you'd know that she'd not wake up while you were in her room, what... what you would do. Do you remember that?" His gut tightened more. He was tempted to lie. He didn't. "Yeah, I remember. Listen, Ky, wha..." "Sssh. Remember what happened?" "Yeah, but listen..." She interrupted again, "I've never forgotten that." "Ky, I never touched you in any..." "Ted, I know you didn't touch me... inappropriately. If that's what you're worrying about." "Well... I didn't." "I know you didn't." Her anxiety rose a hundred fold. "Never... nevermind." He took a slow breath. "Come on, tell me now. I... I need to know what you remember about it. To... to see if it matches my memory." "So you really do remember it, all those times?" "I didn't think there were ten times. Maybe six times, over... a few years ." "Okay, it was probably less than ten. But... you do remember the times?" "Yeah." He squirmed on the cushion. He wondered what she was going to say. He took a good sized drink from his glass. "I... um... oh... nevermind. Let's not talk about it." "You know, I hate when you do this. You bring something up and-and then say nevermind." "What... what do you remember about those times, and tell me the truth." His gut was still in a knot. "Why... why don't we both tell each other what we remember. You go first, about... the first time." She drank more, then slowly lowered the glass. "I guess, in a way, in a weird way, when I saw you holding Marcia's hand, I... I don't know a better word to use, okay? But... I guess seeing you two holding hands, it kind of made me... jealous, in a weird, you know, odd way. And then I started wondering what... what other stuff, you know, boy-girl stuff you two had done together." She closed her eyes and blushed. She was talking as if she was thirteen years old again. "What you might want to do with her sexually, but at the time, I didn't think the word 'sexually.' I don't mean having sex. I was wondering about kissing, putting your arm around her, hugging, that sort of thing." He had always wondered why it had started. He was glad to finally know the reason. "Yeah, you teased me about holding hands with her, and then came up with the scenario, she... she was asleep, wasn't going to wake up, no one would know I was in the bedroom with her and... and you wanted to know what I'd do." "Uh-huh, that's exactly what I said, and then I told you... I said you should demonstrate it on me. You didn't want to at first, but I said it was just pretending, and... some other things which I can't remember, and then you said, 'Okay.' So I lay on my bed and had my arms at my sides and my legs together, and... and I closed my eyes, I guess to make it seem like I really was asleep. I-I think I told you to turn off the lights." Kyli remembered how excited she had gotten, yet had been a little scared too. An Upside-down “Y” "I think it was me saying the lights would be off if she was sleeping, something like that." "Oh... right, uh-huh. You turned them off." She felt as nervous as she had been that long ago night. "You had on a tank shirt, white, and... and those light blue short-shorts you used to wear." "It wasn't really a tank shirt, more like a sleeveless T." "I'm sure it was a-a mens tank style undershirt." "No. It was a sleeveless, you're... you're thinking of a couple other times." Ted's brow pinched. "Oh... yeah, you're probably right." "I then said something... whispered something like... 'What would you do first?' Remember what you did?" "I... I lay down next to you and told you I'd want to... to touch... feel her skin wherever it was... ahhh... exposed." "Uh-huh, and... and I think I asked where you'd start." "Yeah... yeah, you did." "You started on my face, my cheek, your fingers were so... so gentle, yet sometimes a little firm too, and it... it felt..." She sensed her heart beating faster. "It felt... ahhh... what?" "Don't laugh, but... your touch felt... I guess the best word to describe it is... electric." She took a quick breath. "You... your fingertips moved all over my face, my ears even, then your fingertips passed over my lips and that... that made me shiver. And-and you... you said you'd be thinking how pretty she was, and how much you'd want to... kiss her. And..." She closed her eyes and wondered why she had brought it all up. "What?" She took a sip of her drink. "I pretended... I sort of wished you... you were thinking that about me." "I... in a way, I... I guess I was saying you were pretty." "You were? Really?" He shifted on the cushion of his lounge chair. "Ky, I've always thought you were pretty... hell, beautiful." "You... you have?" He looked at her in the near dark. He half smiled. "Of course I did... do. Are you jus' fishin' for compliments? You know you're beautiful and..." He stopped talking. "And what?" "You know... hot... and smart, nice, sweet, all that stuff." "You thought that when I was thirteen, that night in my room?" He chuckled softly. "Ky, I can't recall exactly what I was thinking every moment that night. I... Yeah, I thought you were very pretty." "So you might have thought of kissing me?" He shifted his ass again. "I don't know, yeah... maybe, I mean... we were, like you said, in a what if scenario. Pretending. I like... ahhh." "Huh?" "I liked you lying still and I liked... touching you." "Your... your hand moved from my face to... my neck." "Yeah." "It felt... that felt a little scary, no... not scary, but..." Kyli took a breath. "But what?" "It... it was kind of thrilling. And then you stroked each of my arms, and-and I liked it when you had to reach over me to get to my far arm." "I..." He smiled. "You've always been thin, slender, and... and I was a little surprised that your arms, had... well, your muscles weren't putty, you know, I mean, there was a muscle there. And then you flexed, and I thought you were trying to show me you had muscular arms." He chuckled softly. "That's not why I tensed my arms." "Why did you?" "Your hands felt... good on me. It was a reaction to that." She again wondered why she had brought all this up. "I... I pulled your shirt up from your waist a little, and when I put my hand on your abdomen, you..." He smiled again. "You sucked your stomach in and I thought you thought that I'd think you were fat or something." He grinned. It was sort of fun to finally talk about it. He took another sip of bourbon. "I didn't do it because of that. I... you... your hand made me tense up again. I-I remember my heart started racing." "Why?" He wanted to adjust his crotch, his cock was growing and pulling some pubic hair. He didn't want her to see him do it though. "I didn't know if... I didn't know where your hand was headed." As furtively as possible, Ted re-situated the bulge in his crotch. He was remembering that long ago night in detail. He knew where he had wanted his hand to go. "I didn't touch you in... in any inappropriate spot, Ky." "I know that. I said that a minute ago. I'm... I'm talking about what I thought back then." "Where... where did you want my hand to go that night?" "I... I don't think I thought about that, I was afraid you... you might go higher and... and I was... I was flat chested. I only had..." She exhaled. "Little pimple boobs." Ted chuckled. Kyli half smiled. "Shut up. I still don't have boobs." "Yeah, you do. You have nice tits. Feminine, delicate tits." "Don't call 'em tits." She took a sip of her drink. "Was that a lie?" "Huh?" "Do you think I have okay boobs?" "Yeah. They look great when you don't..." His brow pinched. He knew he was getting drunk. He was telling her too much. "When I don't what?" "When you go braless. They... you look good that way. When your back is straight." She wondered if he was just trying to make her feel better about her body. She took another sip of her drink. "Remember when you started stroking my legs that night and I squirmed?" He thought for a moment. His cock was throbbing. "I... I told you to stay still." "Yeah. You said it like an... an order. It... that alone sent a shiver through me. And your hand... your firm yet gentle stroking made it so difficult for me to... to stay still." "I guess I knew that. It made me want to make it more difficult for you." "I remember your fingertips started to... just a tiny bit, go under the hem of my short shorts." "I didn't touch you anywhere tha..." She interrupted, "I know and quit thinking that I'm saying or implying you did something... something bad, okay?" He relaxed a little. "Okay." "I-I really liked you stroking my legs, and... and even my feet. I was so surprised it didn't tickle, I mean, when your fingers curled around to the soles of my feet. I loved every moment of that on my legs, and didn't want it to stop, but... but..." She took a slow breath. She was clenching her pussy and squeezing her thighs together. She knew she was moist if not wet. "We heard Mom and Dad coming into the house, and I bolted off the bed and out of your room." "Uh-huh." She wanted to finally say something and knew she shouldn't, but the drinks were convincing her it was okay. "I... I want to tell you something and I don't want you to laugh or... or think I'm weird." "What is it?" "Don't laugh." "I won't laugh." "I've... that night, I've... I've always thought of that as... as..." Her brain made her stop talking. A little voice was telling her to shut her mouth. He tensed. "Thought of it as what?" "I've... I've always thought of that as my... my... ummmm." "Just say it, Ky." "I've always thought of that night as... as my first.... okay, it wasn't sexual, but... it... it sort of felt like... like my first boy-girl experience." She frowned for a moment. She was talking like a thirteen year old again. "Ky, I didn't touch you anywhere that..." "I know! I'm just telling you how I view it. You didn't do anything wrong, and... and I didn't either, but-but..." "What?" "It... it was... exciting for me, like a sort of first time kind of thing. I mean, you know. It... it seemed intimate to me." "It... it was exciting for me too, and yeah, intimate too, I guess." "It was for you too?" He let out a huff of air. "Yeah, of course it was." He took a sip of bourbon. He half smiled. Maybe she wasn't very smart after all. "I've wondered, I guess, those times when, you know before I was a senior in high school, if... if you were just teasing me." "Looking back now, don't you think it was both of us teasing each other?" "I don't know. Okay... yes, I guess we were." "I had a really hard time getting to sleep that night." A crooked smile formed on his mouth thinking of the pun. The pun definitely applied that night. "I... I did too." "The time after that was even worse. It was... what a year later? That's when you did wear that mens tank undershirt, and... and some sort of short-short PJ pants." "I know. You... nudged the straps down a little over my shoulders." "Yeah. I remember." "Your hand stayed up around my shoulders, neck, and collar bones a long time." She recalled how scared and thrilled she was when the heel of his hand got close to her little breasts. "Yeah." Ted had to adjust his bulge again. "You always looked... ahhh..." "What?" "You always looked hot in that mens tank undershirt when you used it as a night shirt." "I thought you might have liked it." He smiled as the alcohol loosened his tongue a bit more. "'specially after you really started developing. I... I could sort of see your nipples under it, I mean the darker color. And... and your tits got bigger than pimples by the way." "Shut up." She had worn it knowing her nipples would just barely show under the thin cotton fabric. "And I loved it when they got hard, stood up." He tensed. He was saying too much. "Sorry, Ky, I... I'm little drunk I think." "Maybe we both are a li'l tipsy. I... I don't... is... I mean, is it okay we're talking about this?" "Yeah, but... ahhh..." "What?" "I keep thinking you're going to say I did something wrong, that I... took advantage of you, or... something." "I don't think that at all. If anything... I mean..." She quickly inhaled and exhaled. "I seem to remember it was usually me getting you to play the... 'what if' game." His brow pinched. A moment later the corner of his mouth curled. "Maybe you took advantage of me." He chuckled. She actually had suggested or at least hinted about doing it most of the times, but after the initial 'what if' experience, it had been on his mind before every single time they played it. He would have suggested it but was afraid she'd catch on that he was getting hard-ons and got off on every moment feeling every spot on her that would be 'okay' to touch. When he was older, in college, home for the summer, he'd stay in on purpose when their parents were going out. He even missed a friend's 'home alone' party once, which ironically wasn't a time they did it. "I... I didn't think I was doing that." "You weren't. That was an obvious joke, Ky." She thought about how each time they played it, Ted's hands had gotten closer and closer to sliding onto her breasts or her pussy, and a few times she thought his hand would turn and his fingertips would go all the way to the crack between the cheeks of her butt, which she had found so oddly thrilling. Each succeeding time they played "what if" she had gotten the same kind of thrill she had the first time, maybe even more so each time. She had to fight her urge to suddenly twitch or turn to get his hand onto her small breasts or onto her pussy, or more fully on her bottom. Yet, when she really thought about it, it was never anything more than a really light massage, or like the times he had put on sun block for her. His fingertips or hands never touched any of her 'private areas.' She recalled the last few times they played the game and realized it had to be close to eight times they played the 'what if' game over four or five years. Sometimes it didn't have anything to do with any specific girl he was dating, just an imaginary girl he was really interested in, some girl he'd be hot for, a few times there was no scenario. Mom and Dad would be out and somehow they'd be in their PJs in her room. By then they had both silently agreed or assumed that him seeing her in her panties was okay, since they were like the bottoms of her bikini. She remembered the time they played it a few days after she had turned eighteen. He had come home from college for her birthday party. A couple days later they were home alone and it started out as it usually did, but after he had caressed every uncovered part of her body with his hands, he had said, 'After I touched every bare part of her with my hands and fingertips, I'd want to stroke my face on her like this.' When he moved his face all over her skin, she knew now she had gotten very close to having an orgasm. Without really consciously deciding to do it, she had repeatedly clenched and relaxed her pussy and bottom. She had done that before when he had only used his hands and she had felt intense, shivering tingles. It was like his touch made her body clench like that. When his face had stroked around her, it had been even better, she could feel his moist lips and his warm breath against her skin half the time. She took a sip of her drink. "I... I liked it even when you stroked me with your face... your face and hands at the same time." Ted's cock was throbbing. He knew there was at least a small semen leak stain in his jockeys. "Yeah... ahhh... me too. I've never seen any girl whose... whose skin is as soft and smooth as yours, like... like you don't even have pores. It... it was like satin. It still looks like that." He noticed the moon peaking above the trees. Kyli felt more butterflies alighting. "Do... do you remember that spring break, a couple months after my eighteenth birthday when... when we were both seniors, me in high school, you in college." He squirmed again. "Yeah. Yeah, I remember." "Mom and Dad were out with another couple, and... and I brought up some ¬what if situation, but... but you changed it a little." "Yeah... I know." "You... you had thought about that beforehand, di'n't you?" "I... ahhh... yeah, I... I guess I did." He took a gulp from his glass. He had been stupid if not insane that night. "We drank a little before going up to my room." "Yeah, we did." He had a few beers and gave her some wine, at least a couple glasses. He had planned that, had planned it all but had never really admitted that to himself until this moment. "It was only like 9 o'clock, but... I had on my mens tank undershirt and... and just panties and you had on your... those black, light cotton parachute pants you used to wear around the house sometimes, without a shirt. We had both just taken showers." "Got those at the Salvation Army store at school. Pants to wear to just relax in, instead of sweats. They were comfortable." He took a sip of his bourbon wondering why he was thinking about the stupid pants. "The 'what if' was about that girl you told me you had started seeing... Darlene." He almost smiled. "Yeah." Darlene was weird, good looking and hot in a very slutty way, not very pretty when you really gave it some thought, but she had been up for anything sexually. She was the first girl he had assfucked. She had loved it. In fact, it had been her idea. Her ass had been a killer butt too. Not quite as hot as Kyli's bottom though. Ky was one of the few Asian chicks he had ever seen with an apple ass, a true bubble butt. He had never seen an ass as hot as hers, at least in real life, maybe on chicks in a few porn vids. "Ted? Do you remember that?" "Huh?" "Do you remember telling me you'd want to tie her to the bed, just in case she woke up, in the... in the what if scenario?" He realized he had zoned out for a few moments with his own memories. "Ahh... yeah... yeah, I guess I recall that." "So... so I went upstairs and pulled down the covers on my bed and... and lay down with my eyes closed, like... like all the other times, and my door was closed. And then you came in a few minutes later." Ted's cock was starting to ache from the memories and gazing at Kyli's smooth, slender legs. He waited for her to continue the story but she stayed silent. He glanced at her profile. She was looking up at the starry sky and lightly chewing her lower lip. He shifted on the cushion once more. "I came in with those old neckties and... that red bandanna I had folded into a blindfold. I put that on you first, saying... saying if she woke up that I'd not want her to know it was me. Something like that." "No, you said..." Kyli's brow pinched for a moment. "You said if she woke up you'd want her to think she was dreaming it... dreaming you were with her in her bed." His ass squirmed again. "Oh... yeah, yeah, tha's right." "You had those neckties looped at the ends already, so like they wouldn't tighten. You moved my arms above my head on the mattress. You put a loop around each of my wrists then fastened the ends of the neckties to the vertical spindle things of the headboard in the center. You then held my ankles and pulled me down the bed making my arms straighten out on the mattress, and... my shirt slid up to my hips. Then you moved a pillow and... and your arm pushed under my lower back and I... I was surprised you could just raise my middle off the bed with one arm. You pu..." Ted broke in, "Kyli, you hardly weigh anything." He took a sip of his bourbon. He was getting very nervous about what she was going to say next. "Well, it surprised me you could lift me like that. You pushed a pillow under my butt, then lowered me onto it. Then you looped neckties around my ankles, and-and spread my legs apart, I guess tying the end of the neckties to the ends of the footboard." "Yeah." "So, I was lying in... in kind of an upside-down 'Y' position on the bed." Ted's ass shifted. He muttered, "Yeah, that's... that's what it looked like from the foot of the bed." "Then... you turned on the tea lamp on my dresser, I heard the switch click. You came to the bed and sat on the edge. I... I felt your hand lay on the top of my foot, it... your palm felt... warm and... and nice. It... it made me tense and shiver." She closed her eyes. She had clenched her pussy at his touch and it had made her shiver both outside and inside. "Your hand started moving up my leg, caressing, almost like a light massage, like... like the other times, but... more on the insides of my legs. That... that made me shiver even more. And when I'd squirm a little you'd... you'd tell me not to move, so... I tried not to, but your hand was making me want to squirm so much it was so difficult not to do it a little." Just remembering it all, she felt herself getting almost as wet as she had been that night nearly a decade ago. Ted folded his leg up, his foot flat on the cushion, in order to hide his hand moving to his crotch to adjust his throbbing hard-on once more. He was remembering that night as if it happened yesterday. Kyli was not really bound to the bed, she could have easily gotten out of the necktie loops, but it would have taken some time. He recalled how great the temptation had been to rip her tank shirt and little panties off. "Your other hand pulled my shirt up to... to just below my boobs and started stroking around my stomach while your other hand moved from... from one leg to the other, mostly on my thighs but... but down to my feet sometimes." Ted mumbled, "Your abs were so flat... even concave, your pelvic girdle, by your waist was... was prominent." He recalled her mons veneris was pronounced too, maybe due to the pillow under her luscious bubble buns. She glanced at him. "My what?" Ted's voice was soft and low, "Your abs... stomach was so flat and smooth... and your... you know, those bones at your waist stuck out which... which I thought was hot... attractive. You didn't seem to have an ounce of fat on you, but you had all these wonderful subtle, soft curves. You... you were, still are, very, very feminine." Kyli felt the compliment course through her almost like another tingling shiver, maybe it was because she had pressed her thighs together and clenched her now very wet pussy. Just his low voice made her do that sometimes. She spoke softly, "Thank you."