1 comments/ 92773 views/ 5 favorites Shining Through By: B2cool My name is Robert and I am something else, a freak of nature if you will. I won't tell you my last name because you don't need to know it. I was 18 years old and your typical, everyday Joe Schmoe type of guy. You couldn't have picked me out of a crowd. I stood 5' 11" with brown hair and brown eyes; I didn't have the chiseled features of that "heroic romance" type of look. There was no clue that I would become something else. This is my story: My mom and dad owned a very successful Architectural firm. My parents didn't neglect me or anything like that; they just didn't have a lot of time to spend with me. They usually came home late at night and worked most weekends. I never had much to complain about. Early in my childhood they came to an arraignment with our neighbor Elizabeth to take care of me most of the time. I spent so much time with Elizabeth and her daughter Abigail that it seemed like I had more of a family with them than with my own. I had even been given a spare bedroom for the times that I stayed over, usually when mom called and said they couldn't make it that night. After school I would go directly next door knowing that my parents wouldn't be there until late at night. They placed their trust in her to take care of me until they got back. The three of us would eat dinner and then watch T.V. or play games until it was time for me to go home. After ten years of this routine it was only natural that we would be so close that Abby and her mom felt totally comfortable with me. Elizabeth was 5' 9" with strawberry blonde hair hanging half way down her back. At 35 she looked 10 years younger. She had a figure that could take your breath away; amply proportioned with large firm breasts and long legs. She had landed a high tech computer job that gave her plenty of money and independence. "Hi Robby" she chirped brightly at me from the living room as I entered the house, "Are you hungry sweetie? Abby won't be home for a while but we can grab some chips or something and veg in front of the boob tube." "Sure, that'd be great!" I replied quietly Elizabeth was wearing a black silk kimono robe over red silk camisole pajamas. She got up and gave me a quick hug before heading into the kitchen to find some snacks. The robe ended halfway down her thighs showing off her toned and tanned legs. I couldn't help but watch as she walked away. Elizabeth gave Abby and I the sex talk at the same time and let us ask her anything we wanted to know more about. . Elizabeth hadn't had a date in five years that I knew of. She said it was a self-confidence thing about getting older and how she looked. See she had gotten pregnant when she was fourteen and had raised Abby totally by herself. No help from her parents or anything. We used to talk about it sometimes. Like I said she and Abby are more of a family to me than my own. "Hey Robby, you want something to drink" she called from the kitchen. "Yeah how about a beer." Fat chance there I thought. She was adamant about being legal to drink anything stronger than water. I didn't hear her say anything about it and assumed she would bring me a soda pop. Kicking off my shoes and flopping onto the couch I picked up the T. V. guide to see if I could find anything interesting on at 3:45 in the afternoon. Elizabeth was barefoot so I didn't hear her walk back in, but I jumped about a foot off the couch when I felt an ice cold can against the back of my neck "Jesus, that's cold! I exclaimed, at the same time reaching back to receive my drink. I was surprised when I found myself holding a can of domestic beer. "What's this for? I said in a questioning tone "Well, I always said you had to be legal before I would let you or Abby drink alcohol, and you are 18 now!" She had an odd look on her face as if I was asking a weird question or something. I couldn't figure it out. I mean this is the surrogate mom who wouldn't let me go swimming in the pool for an hour after eating! What the hell was going on! "Well are you going to drink that or just sit there staring at me." I shook my head as I realized that I had been staring at her in utter confusion. Popping the top I hurriedly took a gulp, almost gagging on the taste. "I guess I'll get used to it." I mumbled as she laughed gently at the expression on my face. "Good, now let's get comfy and find something to watch until Abby gets here." She walked around and settled herself on the opposite end of the couch, curling her legs up towards me. As Elizabeth leaned forward to place her drink on the coffee table, I noticed the front of her robe was partially open. I turned my attention back to the guide as she began channel surfing. Alternately sipping the surprise beer and grimacing at the taste I finally found a modern day classic on ch. 43 to watch. We had been watching the movie about half an hour when I set the empty beer can on the table. Without saying a word Elizabeth hopped up and brought me another, she freshened her own drink at the same time. Maybe it was me but the second round tasted a lot better than the first. Not so sour this time, I thought to myself. "I bet it's not as sour as the first one, is it." She had half turned to face me as she said this. Glancing at her I saw her robe was wide open down the front, exposing her silk covered breasts to my view. Her top wasn't sheer but I could definitely see the shape and outline of her nipples. They jutted out proudly and were large and seemed quite long. I coughed in surprise, attempting to control the hardening of my groin. "No. No, it tastes a lot better than my very first beer ever. I waited to see if she would say anything about the "first beer ever" comment. "Good, but you'd better finish it quick. Abigail is going to be home soon and I don't want her to get the idea that she can do that sort of thing." "Uhm, ok." I started to take bigger sips still not quite liking the yeasty sourness of beer. God I thought glancing again at Elizabeth, I wish she would sit so I could check out between her legs. Elizabeth started to fidget around and wound up with one leg splayed upright against the back of the couch, the other cocked towards the television. Moments after she assumed this position I heard the front door begin to open. Abigail was home! I quickly laid sideways on the arm of the couch, half curling my legs up to hide my crotch. Just as quickly Elizabeth sat and then stood straight up, grabbed the beer cans and darted into the kitchen. Abby bounced into the living room and settled herself onto the couch. "Whatcha watching Robby? "Dawn of the Sun. It's pretty good, it has really cool effects." Abby was only two inches shorter than her mother and looked almost identical. She was not quite as well developed but was never less perfectly proportioned. She weighed a whopping 115 pounds; her hair was the same shade of strawberry blond and was worn feathered softly down to her shoulders. Abby went to a private school and had to wear a uniform. You know the type I mean. It consisted of a plaid pleated skirt; stark white blouse and sweater jacket with the schools emblem embroidered on the chest. The top two buttons of her blouse were unbuttoned giving just the briefest hint of the swelling breasts concealed beneath. Abigail and I had always been best friends and were not too shy about our bodies. However I had not really seen hers since we were about 11 years old playing doctor in her room. It was a surprise to me that her skirt seemed a good deal shorter than I had previously remembered. In fact if I leaned forward just a bit I thought I might be able to catch a glimpse of her inner thighs. Christ just a little bit farther! "What are you looking at Robby? I flushed bright red and jerked back upright "Uh" "Oh, Ok." She had a smirk on her face a mile wide. "Well I gotta go get changed. I'll see you in a little bit." I was extremely embarrassed but she didn't seem to mind my little peak, at least she didn't act mad at me. I was also confused; I mean we were all pretty casual about the way we dressed but not this casual! I had never seen Elizabeth or Abigail this exposed before me at any time in the last ten years. Well not counting my "patient" miss Abby when we were 11. Elizabeth came into the living room and sat down cross legged facing me. "So tell me what happened in the movie while I was in the kitchen." "Not much interesting really. Some guy was in a church preaching his heart out." "You looked flushed Robby. Are you ok?" I couldn't tell if she knew what had happened or not. Maybe I should go talk to Abby. "Why don't you go talk to Abby about what's bothering you Robby." "Yeah, maybe I will." As I walked out of the room I went past the end of the couch where Elizabeth was sitting. Glancing down I could see the full expanse of her cleavage, Elizabeth just smiled serenely at me. Something strange was definitely going on here. It was as if everything I thought about was acted upon. When I got upstairs Abigail's door was open. She was sitting in front of the mirror removing her makeup. I thought Abigail had a nice room for a girl. It wasn't all frilly like you would think. She was big into track and had several trophies displayed on the dresser against one wall. A twin sized bed was placed between the two windows. A dressing table stood next to the closet door. The whole room had the look of someone that was part tomboy, part teenage girl. "Mind if I come in Abby. I was hoping to talk to you about some stuff." "Sure, come on in Robby. What did you want to talk about?" I sat on the edge of the bed and watched as she continued the process of removal. "Well, what's up?" She looked at me in the mirror, seeing my sober expression she turned and gave me her undivided attention. I didn't know how to begin. I mean how could I tell her that her mom had acted like she was coming on to me. Not to mention which how could I explain my peaking at Abby when we were on the couch! Strangely enough I thought about how we had played doctor together so many years ago. I never knew that girls were different from boys before that incident. I remembered how Abby had made me turn around before she'd take her clothes off. "HEY! She suddenly exclaimed, "Turn around for a minute will ya" What the hell, I could probably talk easier if I didn't have to face her. I turned my back and heard her get up and move around. "I don't know how to tell you this Abby," I began "When I got here today your mom was acting really weird." "How weird?" She said in a somewhat muffled voice. "Well, she was hanging out in her pj's witch isn't unusual but her robe was all the way open." "So what. She always wears pj's around the house." I peaked over my shoulder and saw Abby's naked back. I faced forward hurriedly and tried to continue the conversation. "Well I know that, but- it's just that she." I didn't know whether I should tell her about the beer or not. Elizabeth had asked me not too. I decided that I would share that secret and tell Abby that she shouldn't ask for any alcohol. "She what Robby, come on tell me! Oh, and you can turn around now too." "Well she gave me..." The words froze in my mouth. I suddenly found my heart racing wildly. I was facing a totally nude woman for the first time in my life! Abigail stood there with her hands on her hips smiling at me, waiting for me to tell her about my crazy afternoon. "Well, you were saying that she gave you something. What was it?" Holy shit! She has to be insane to do this! How the hell are we going to explain this if Elizabeth comes up here right now! Abigail needs to get dressed right frigging now!!! As these thoughts raced through my mind Abby went stark red with embarrassment. "OH MY GOD! What am I doing!" She hissed in a strangled whisper crossing her arms over her chest and quickly turning away from me. "I have to get dressed right now! Get the heck out of here right now Robby!" As I sped out of her room I realized that my life had just taken a bizarre turn. Something was definitely going on. To Be Continued... Shining Through Ch. 02 Authors Note: "Sorry about the wait. I ran out of time to write, and then when I did have time I found that I was blocked. I hope that you will be kind. But above all...Honest." My heart pounding wildly and feeling wrung out. I rushed to my room and flung myself down on the bed. What the hell was happening? Was I imagining this, was my mind playing tricks? I was reeling from the shock of what had just happened. Propping myself up against the headboard of my bed I stared thoughtfully at the wall to my left. Abby, I'm sure was getting dressed faster than at any time in her life. I scooted down on the bed, putting my hands behind my head and tried to push obscene thoughts away with some light meditation. Breathing deeply and slowly I began to visualize the beach...White sands...Bright blue sky...Nipples crinkled with excitement...WHITE SANDS...Bright Blue Sky...Warm breeze blowing gently...Skin kissed by the warmth of the sun shining overhead...Sweat slick skin sliding against.... Dammit! My eyes flew open and I sat up against the headboard again. I tried to argue against the lust rising up within me. I've got to stop this.... She's practically your sister asshole! You're not supposed to think about your sister like that.... I couldn't tell whether the low moan that escaped was from irritation, or the images that cascaded feverishly through my brain. She was permanently seared into my thoughts. Her breasts, softly swelling globes tipped with pale pink nipples crinkled with excitement. Hands on curving hips that tapered into firm thighs, legs slightly spread showing me the glorious tuft of soft, blond pubic hair concealing.... STOP IT!!! Concentrate on something else. Anything but the excited joy that danced in her eyes and sparkled like the dewy drops of moisture... Jerking my legs up, I clenched my arms around them as tightly as I could. I....Would....Stop... I kept repeating that mantra. Over and over and over again. Like a shield held before me to protect the innocent. Over and over, I just kept saying it to myself. It wasn't working though. I confess that I was saying it...Silently...Halting....Unwilling to stop.... My body was shaking. I was burning with fever, soaking my clothes with sweat. I stretched out on my back and stared at the ceiling. Strangely enough I seemed to be slipping into trance after all. Everything became much clearer to me. The light became soft, yet incredibly bright at the same time. I closed my eyes, shielding them from the brilliance. I felt myself being dragged deeper into the trance... I went unwillingly at first and yet my interest sharpened as a vast universe expanded behind my eyelids. I drifted slowly out into that endless place.... How can mere written words describe the feeling that arose inside? I could try to tell you that it was awe mixed with reverence. So many more things were mixed in; a feeling of fear and a great love were the next most powerful Something else caught my attention, a whispering sound. It seemed to come from the points of light that battled against the darkness. I began to move, being pulled gently towards those lights. "Go there" something whispered inside. I quickly slipped beneath the seductive call of those lights. I don't know how long I wandered in that vast place. However long it was, I had made great discoveries in my explorations. When I opened my eyes I knew that something...Wonderful... had happened. That endless expanse had left me ...Changed! In my new state of mind, I began to think about the beautiful creature in the next room. The images and thoughts that I had tried to erase before came flooding back with renewed intensity. My cock hardened to the point of painfulness. Encased in the confining prison of my jeans it demanded freedom. I swiftly opened my fly allowing it to spring forth like a raging tiger eager to do battle with my fist. Grabbing my hard-on in one hand and a Kleenex from the nightstand with the other I stroked furiously. In a matter of seconds I felt the familiar surge boiling up inside me and exploded into the wad of tissue with a groan. I slumped back exhausted, holding my still twitching cock as the last few drops of cum oozed out. I had never come so hard in my life. I didn't feel any of the guilt that I'd been experiencing earlier. After thinking about it for a while, all that concerned me was my friendship with Abby and Elizabeth. The possibility of losing my best friend's over something that was in reality just a moment of craziness on Abby's part. I stood up, and changed into a pair of clean jeans. I was prepared to face the music. I would just have to talk to Abby and apologize for what had occurred. Throwing the now soggy tissue into the trash and taking a deep breath in hopes of calming myself down. I opened my door and walked down the hall. I was shaking as I paused in front of her door, hoping that she would let me in and not be mad about it. Just as I was getting ready to knock, the door opened. Abby stood there in the long t-shirt that she wore to sleep in. "Um, hi." I muttered "Hi Robby" She replied softly, "I was hoping you wanted to talk to me about what I did. I know that your probably a little freaked out right now, but don't worry about it...Ok." "Well, yeah I was a little startled. I mean we've known each other for a long time..." I trailed off in confusion, hell, it sounded like she'd been reading my mind or something! Abby chuckled at the uncomfortable look on my face. "I guess it was pretty crazy of me to strip like that, but after all it's not the first time right." A smile stretched across her face and her eyes gleamed with mirth. "Look, I'm serious, don't worry about it!" Suddenly she frowned and bent her head to avoid my eyes. "We are still friends aren't we?" She spoke so softly that I almost couldn't hear her. "You're my best friend Robby. I don't want to lose my best friend. Please say that you forgive me." A single tear tracked its way down her cheek. I could never bear to see Abby cry, it was no different now. Enfolding her in my arms I reassured her that no matter what, we would always be friends. I looked at the clock on the night stand next to her bed....A jolt of pure adrenaline shot through me. It was Three A.M. Shining Through Ch. 03 "Do we have confirmation yet?" The man asking the question had a full head of black, greasy hair. An acne scarred complexion and small, squinty unblinking eyes gave him a reptilian air. The cold, unblinking gaze he directed at the man reporting to him only added to the impression. The individual being questioned was a distinct contrast to his superior. Tall and straight with broad shoulder's and golden hair, obviously nature had been kind when mixing his parent's genes. "Yes sir, George was very disturbed. Kept babbling on and on about the "bad boy". He said that "The bad boy was coming." He hesitated for a moment with a troubled look on his face. "It was a very disturbing incident for him Sir. We had to strap George down and heavily sedate him." "He's just another sensitive. Nothing unusual in that is there?" The attitude was the same as the exterior. Cold and reptilian, he obviously cared about nothing lower than his own station in life. "Actually, yes there is Sir! George is our best behaved and most normal out of all of them. We've never had a problem with him before. Before we got control of him he'd actually tried to suicide by eating his bunny rabbit!" "WHAT!!!" He paused, his face bright red with rage. I'LL HAVE YOUR ASS IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO ANY OF THOSE FUCKING IDIOT'S!!!" "We have a constant watch on our deck Sir. George was never in any real danger of actually killing himself." His superior visibly struggled to contain the rage distorting his features. After some time and with great difficulty he finally managed to gain control of himself. "I don't want anything to...Occur...That would reflect badly on my administration of this project. Do you understand?" "Absolutely Sir, nothing will happen to any sensitive while I'm on duty." "Good I'm glad that we have an understanding." He smiled broadly at the tall young man but there was no warmth in his eye's or voice when he continued. "Now tell me about this other incident." "Not much I can tell you Sir. All the information we have is that a new source had been detected by Alfred. He wasn't able to give any specifics just that it was very strong and no immediate danger." The reptilian visage twisted into an even uglier mask. "I don't want to hear that sort of shit. I want results, now get me want what I want or this will be the end of your career. I don't care what you do or how you do it just make it happen." The tall young man nodded his understanding and left quickly. ................................................ My t-shirt was wet where Abby had pressed her face as she sobbed brokenly in my arms. "I'm sorry." She said with a tiny voice, "I got you all wet." "It's okay Abby, I don't mind." "I was so scared when you didn't come out of your room for so long. I thought that you would hate me or something." The sadness had not yet left her eyes and I could still see tear tracks on her cheeks. I felt miserable that I had caused this exquisite creature so much pain. Vowing privately to myself that I would never again cause her to cry I cupped her face in the palm of my hand. "I'm sorry too Abby, I fell asleep and must not have heard you knocking on the door." "Mom and I both tried to get you to open the door...But you never even said a word to us. Mom said that when you got tired of being in there you would come out even if all you did was go home, but you didn't. You stayed in there the whole time... You didn't even come out to eat. We were really worried Robby." I wasn't really paying any attention to what she was saying, being fully involved with the sensation of her soft, braless breasts pressed against my chest. Once again I had a raging monster confined behind prison walls, struggling ferociously to break free. In fact all my attention was becoming centered on her lips...soft, full and inviting...Her mouth would feel very nice I thought. "When you didn't come out yesterday we almost called 911..." She trailed off into silence, slack jawed and round eyed as her gaze slowly went lower towards my crotch. Her breathing got faster until she was panting, flushed with heat. I just watched as she went to her knees in front of me. Everything felt right... Her face expressed nothing but desire as she looked up at me. "Please..." she whispered the plea. "Please let me give you what you want." I felt right...No worries or guilt went through my thoughts; only how good it would feel as her mouth closed about me. Her hands drifted slowly up to unzip and lower my jeans. Tugging them down with my shorts allowed the beast freedom from its cage. It sprang forth throbbing and ready for a fight to the death only to be immediately captured again. I staggered, almost falling as liquid heat bathed the head of my cock. Abigail's tongue slithered around the head as her lips slid towards the base. She gagged as I touched the back of her throat. "Ohh that's good baby..." My voice trailed off as she continued her ministrations, backing off until the head was just barely wrapped by her lips and then slowly back down. Again she gagged when I touched her tonsils; I felt the heave as she fought the reflex. I didn't like her gagging that way. I wanted to go deeper into that heat and didn't want anything to stop me from doing that. If I just let her know what to do she would be much better at this I thought. "Relax... You will be able to do it if you relax." The next trip down my length she didn't stop until her lips were wrapped tightly around the base of my cock. It felt so good as she held me there for a moment and then slowly retreated. This was my first blowjob...It felt exquisite; I could never get enough of this sensation. The heat and wetness as her mouth descended the length of my cock...the cool shock of the air as she retreated back up. My handed tangled in her hair as I held her head just following her motion for now...I knew that soon I would have her speed up. She kept up that slow up and down sucking glide until I began to feel the familiar tightening in my balls. Gazing down at her I saw that saliva overflowed the corners of her mouth coating her chin and my thighs. It was such a turn on to see the love shining from her eyes, the desire to pleasure me. Abby was making small moans of pleasure that just added that much more pleasure for me. I threw my head back and began fucking her mouth while holding her head still. I thrust my hips back and forth at a furious pace as my grip on her head tightened I couldn't hold back any longer, I had to fill her mouth with my cum. I wanted to see her swallow my load of jizm. "Cumming....Now....AHHH.... UUUUHHHHH YEAH!!!" I shouted as I stopped in mid stroke, feeling my cock throb as jet after boiling jet erupted into her virgin mouth. I could feel her working furiously to swallow every drop. My hands dropped weakly from her head and I staggered back away from her, my cock coming free of her lips with a small pop. A few small dribbles of cum welled up as my dick kept twitching. Abigail leaned forward and sucked the head back into her mouth to capture every last drop. I just looked down at her blond locks as she hummed contentedly while sucking softly on the tip of my cock.