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"4"

By: WFEATHER



"Ready?" 

"Ready." 

"4" was sitting in her quarters, the massive screens embedded in the walls providing her the illusion of being back on Syla. She was actually writing a letter by hand, a rarity indeed by Human standards, and as I watched on the primary monitor, I wondered what she was writing. The decorative flourishes at the top and bottom of the paper were pretty, and it almost seemed wrong and immoral to interrupt the woman writing against the backdrop of a Sylan three-star sunset. 

Nonetheless, I entered the command into my console, then donned the mask. 

It took her perhaps thirty seconds to begin to react. At first, it was just a yawn, which in itself should have been a sign given that some ten minutes earlier, she had finished drinking a mug of rather strong coffee. That was followed by the steady motion of her pen across the page starting to falter, her writing pace slowing quickly. Soon, her head bobbed forward and snapped upward as she showed one of the hidden cameras a concerned expression. 

By this time, my equipment was fully secured and functioning properly. All the gauges on the HUD showed proper readings. My partner gave me a thumbs-up sign, indicating that his HUD showed proper readings as well. We both turned our attention back to the primary monitor just as she realized what was happening, just as she was beginning to panic. It was interesting indeed to watch her try to flee the room, but get no further than two meters from where she had been sitting before she collapsed to the floor, still alive but with her limbs no longer responding to the commands issued from her brain. 

Her collapse was our cue. As one, we turned to the door, barely needing to pause to allow it to sense our presence and slide open. We made our way through the network of corridors and doors - most coded - to finally arrive outside her quarters. 

As my partner entered the Master Override code, I remembered when "4" had first been brought to the compound. Not only had it been her first trip into space since hers was a technologically-challenged people, it had also been her first time outside her all-female environment. Syla had been her home for some twenty-four Earth years, and she had never even seen a male of any species until other members of my team had penetrated the worm hole and obtained her and dozens of her sisters. 

My role was to befriend her, attempt to teach her my language and learn hers, and then begin to learn each other's cultures. My overall mission was to obtain information which would help our scientists to understand exactly how an entire solar system could exist in which nothing male was ever birthed or hatched, and that information could help our scientists to create some sort of weapon which would bring other civilizations to their knees and make our galactic conquest much easier. Everyone at the compound knew that it would be a long process, which was why nearly forty of her sisters were also obtained in the raids, in the hopes that some would "give us information" faster than the others. 

The Master Override code entered, we waited, yet the door did not slide open. He entered the code again, and we waited. 

Still the door did not slide open. 

I was a little disappointed on a personal level. She - I still had not been able to understand her name - was intensely beautiful. In essence, she was a walking talking pheromone. Other than the small halo of low horns which barely peeked up from the crown of her head and the piercing violet eyes, she looked just like a Human female. 

Our job on this particular "evening" was to check if she reacted sexually like a Human female. After all, when a society is comprised of a single sex, the sexual anatomy may not function an outsider to that society might suspect. 

I was not particularly looking forward to this assignment. I had somewhat befriended this Sylan, and while I was certainly attracted to "4" and sometimes dreamed of making love to her, I did not want to be part of this. Fortunately, my superiors agreed with me that for her first time, the gas was a smart idea. 

My partner tried one last time, and then - somehow, miraculously - the door slid open. The gas could not be seen, but my HUD showed its presence in high volume in the air of her quarters. By this time, she should have inhaled enough to be knocked unconscious, which was exactly what I wanted. 

She was sprawled on the floor, in the same position as when I had last seen her on the primary monitor. Her nostrils twitched and I thought I saw a finger flex subtly, so I knew that she was still alive. My partner had drawn a weapon from his belt and had it trained on her, ready for anything and everything. 

I took a deep breath, thankful for the mask which enabled me to do so without fear of suffering her fate. Slowly, I approached her, wary, ready to leap back if necessary, especially since I purposely was unarmed for this assignment. 

My weapon would be my sperm. 

Slowly, cautiously, carefully, I knelt beside the prone alien. The tall stiff collar hid the small ridges which I knew were at the back of her neck. The long flowing garment had bunched up a bit, displaying much of her lower legs, her slipper-like footwear having come off between the start of her panic and her collapse to the thick carpet. 

As gracefully as possible, I rolled "4" to her back, her arms flopping as I moved her. One arm was draped across her lower ribs, which naturally drew my eyes to her chest. Her breasts were the smallest of all those we had abducted, yet they still made a noticeable pair of swells atop her chest. I purposely checked, and they did rise and fall - far more slowly than usual because of the gas in the air and in her lungs. It made me hesitate for a moment, considering the statistical chances that another planet could be so very much like Earth with the exception of the three suns and the fact that not a single male of any species existed normally in Syla's solar system. 

With care and perhaps with a hint of affection, I slid my arms beneath the foreign woman and picked her up, rising to my feet and making my way to the bed. Her long magenta strands shimmied beneath her head as I crossed her quarters, acutely aware of my partner's weapon at the ready. My own breathing sounded somewhat loud in my ears, my breaths trapped within the mask which kept me conscious and calm, the bulk of the mechanisms which purified the incoming air weighing heavily at the back of my neck. Glancing down at the beautiful alien in my arms, I wanted to share this technological gift with her, to allow her to return to consciousness, but it would be at my own peril, for I would succumb to the gas, and my ultra loyalist partner would certainly not hesitate to turn his weapon on me. 

I settled her upon the low bed, touching her as long as possible without arousing any suspicions either from my partner or from those monitoring before I finally stepped away. 

"Proceed," I heard from the mask's small speaker near my right ear. 

Saying nothing, I simply nodded, looking to my partner. The perfect professional soldier, he had taken a crouching position beside a dresser, weapon ready. I knew that he was a near-perfect marksman at a full kilometer, so the incredibly short distance from one end of the quarters to another was an absolute guarantee of a kills hot if he felt the need to fire. I wished I could have seen into his eyes, but that was not possible, for the gas masks allowed the wearer to see out but no one to see in. 

That would make things all the more terrifying for "4" if she were to somehow regain consciousness. However, I had been informed that several of her sisters had been gassed previously, and none of them had returned to any semblance of alertness for hours. 

Hours would be far more than I needed. Hours would be enough for most of our squad to each enjoy some less-than-quality time with her. 

I thought of the last time I had enjoyed a woman's body. She and I had both been somewhat drunk, and we stumbled into the elevator, but instead of pressing the button for the ground floor, we apparently pressed the button for the top floor, for we ended up on the roof. We were high above the street below, so high that we could barely hear the ever-present traffic, and she simply said, "Right here," and we stripped as she leaned against the heavy fence at the edge of the roof, screaming in a way I had never heard before as we used each other in the darkness, the lights from the many buildings of the city seeming to wink in amusement as our exhibitionism. 

This would be another exhibitionist performance, and this time, I definitely knew that I had an audience. 

Dropping to a knee, I untied the laces of a boot. I knew exactly where the hidden cameras were placed, and I looked up at the one which I knew gave anyone watching a prime view of the bed. Whoever was monitoring would have a perfect view of my joining with "4," and would probably be quite pleased to witness my sperm seeping from her body after my conquest was completed. 

"Conquest" was indeed the best word here, for there was nothing even remotely approaching a genuine mutual interest in sex. Even worse, my plundering of her body would also mark a new era in Humanity's conquest over the other races of the universe. "Impregnate the women and hold them captive until they give birth, and keep doing it over time, and their soldiers will ultimately lose heart and negotiate an end to the fighting," General Crimson had told us once at a massive assembly, and he would know, for he had overseen several such efforts over the three decades of his career. 

I definitely did not want to plunder her - not even to quell my most primal urges, and certainly not for Humanity. 

Yet, here I was, about to make use of an alien woman, just as General Crimson had overseen and perhaps had even done himself over the decades. 

Theirs not to reason why Theirs but to do and die

I felt like a pawn, which made me exactly like the person gassed into unconsciousness before me. As I shifted to my other knee to untie the laces of my right boot, I tried to separate from myself, allowing my body to carry out my orders while my mind fled to cringe and cry. 

Yet, it simply was not possible. My mind was very much a part of my undressing, of my mounting the bed, of my tearing open the beautiful clothing, of my prying apart the well-exercised thighs, of my stroking of myself, of my slow entry into a body which was not at all ready, of my repeated thrusts which increased in speed and violence as my primal need recognized that it was about to be sated. I was a pawn, of the military and of my own body. 

Unlike that night on a rooftop on another planet, I restrained my voice to a series of low primal growls as I completed the first step of the military's conquest of the Sylan people, beginning with "4." Fortunately, she remained unconscious through it all, her body having slowly lubricated her sex just enough to prevent any damage, but definitely not enough to indicate arousal or desire. 

This time, however, I did not get any enjoyment from seeing my semen emerging from a woman. As I regained my breath, I dressed quickly, wanting only to run away from this unfortunate moment in my life, this unfortunate moment in Human history. Human/Sylan relations had just taken a turn for the worst, and I could only hope that - somehow, eventually - "4" could possibly forgive me for doing my duty. 

It took me several days to finally be able to sit and watch the recordings of that fateful event. The panic "4" had experienced as she began to lose consciousness was nothing compared with the fury of the sullied woman who regained alertness. Even after several hours of tearing apart her quarters and lashing out at thin air with blades or other weapons she did not have, her rage had still been going strong, ending only when she was gassed yet again. 

...and when my partner and I had changed roles before she was destroyed while fortunately still unconscious. 

At least I have my memories of her: memories of her beauty, of her soft angelic voice, of her piercing violet eyes. While I remember my role in leading her to her doom, it is the mundane memories of "4" which I keep locked in my heart to treasure as the conquest of Syla escalates and as hundreds of my brothers enact the same fate on thousands of her sisters.

4.0



"Alright, papers are due Monday morning on my desk. NO EXCEPTIONS. I expect detailed accounts of your chosen book, background information on the author, and a psychological review of the main characters. This final paper is what will allow you to pass this class and thus graduate on Wednesday. E-mail me with questions. Other than that, have a fabulous weekend. Please do not do anything you will regret. That is all." 

RING RING RING RING RING RING 

Ugh. Finally. This class is over. Bridget gathered up her books, stacking them in a nice neat pile. She slung her purse over her shoulder and proceeded to leave the classroom. Dr. Yanois grabbed her arm before she could exit the room. I just want to get home and get ready for this weekend. Please don't keep me long. 

"You have your speech all prepared Bridget?" Dr. Yanois smiled kindly at Bridget, almost making her feel a tad uncomfortable. 

"Uhh...yes Professor. I believe I have the proper amount of jokes, memories, and hopes for the future in my speech. I believe the class will enjoy it." 

"Good. Great! Congratulations again Bridget on making Valedictorian. It is a huge accomplishment. Your parents must be extremely proud right?" 

Of course they are proud. They were ecstatic when I told them. My mother started to tear up. My father took me into a tight embrace. Their only child is growing up. Alas, they did the same thing when I won the concerto competition in the district on violin, got captain of the softball team, got a perfect score on the SATs and stayed Class President for all four years of high school. 

"Yes Dr. Yanois. They are proud of a lot of my accomplishments. I am a very lucky and fortunate student." Bridget started to lean forward to walk away. 

"Congratulation on your acceptance to Harvard. The school has gained an exceptionally bright student. I am positive you will succeed and make great strides in pediatric care." 

"Yes, I am very thrilled to start the medical school program there. It has been a crazy four years of high school. I made it though. Hah." What? So I've made it into med school, taken all the possible AP courses in high school and took two internships at Boston Children's Hospital and Mass General Hospital. So what? I feel as though I know nothing of the world. I have zero experience of anything that is really important. I don't know myself. I don't understand what I really want. I've just done what I've been told. I probably always will. 

"Well, I should be heading home now Dr. Yanois. There are a few senior celebratory gatherings this weekend that I want to get ready for. We are heading on a boat cruise and a few BBQ cook outs and such." 

"Well, like I said. Please be safe." Dr. Yanois stuck his hand out and touched Bridget's cheek. She took a step back and nodded. 

"See...See you on Monday Dr. Yanois." Bridget turned on her feet, shuddered and shaked her head. That guy definitely has some creeping issues. 

Bridget turned left after she stepped over the threshold and headed to her locker. She took another left down the hallways where all of the senior lockers were held. They were listed in alphabetical order. Bridget Peyton. Right smack dab in the middle of the lockers, outside of all the science labs. She spent most of her free time there when she wasn't in club meetings, practice or rehearsals. 

"BOO" Allison jumped on top of her shoulders. Bridget smiled. Gosh damnit Allison. She's probably going nuts about this weekend. She always enjoyed a wild party 

"Gurll...you ready? It's gonna be balling! So I figured we will first go get some burgers, fries and shakes, then we will go back to your place and get ready for the boat cruise, meet up with some friends and go back to the school to get in the limo...So what do you think? Huh? Good plan? Bridg...where is your mind at the moment?!? It's obviously not here...come on! It's our last week to go absolutely nuts. You've worked so hard. You will have plenty of time this weekend to tie up any academic loose ends that you have." 

"Allison, calm your nerves you crazy nut. We will do all those things and I am sure we will have a blast. Let's go. I want to get out of this hallway, Dr. Yanois has been creeping me out all week." 

"Bridg...he's been creeping on you as soon as he found out that you turned 18 years old." Allison was right. It seems like he's been waiting for me to turn this age for a while. Once September 28th came around last Fall, things changed. 

Bridget began walking down the hallway, taking a right past the auditorium, a left past the guidance office, past the main office and out the front doors, down 5 steps. Allison and Bridget walked down the sidewalk to the senior parking lot. They walked past the gate into the second row of cars. The girls reached her black BMW convertible. 

"It's top down kind of day ain't it?" Allison smiled 

"Of course." Bridget smiled back as she opened the driver's side front door. She looked to her left and saw a Blue truck parked next to them. The windows were down. "Hey...hey Bret. How's it going?" 

"Ladies, you are looking fine today. Getting ready for the big boat cruise?" Bret was a blond hair, blue eyed tall guy. Now he is pretty cute. But he does drink and smoke. But he is so cute. I wonder if we will get a chance to hang out on the cruise tonight. "You okay Bridget?" 

"Yea...yea...I'm fine. I'm just...Thinking about this weekend is all!" Bridget smiles and shakes her head back so her hair is pushed out of her face. She put one leg in car and sat down. She put the key in the ignition and turned it. She then lifted her hand and hit the button to put down the roof. 

"Haha...very nice Bridget. I will see you ladies tonight. Don't get too dolled up so we can't see your pretty faces" Bret winked and then backed out of his spot. He turned up the volume on his radio and sped out of the parking lot. 

"Oh...Bridget." Allison dumped herself in the seat next to her and gave her a look. 

"What?" Bridget started backing out as well. 

"Oh please...everyone knows that you have the biggest crush on Bret." 

"Well, we have been friends for a long while. We care for each other." 

"We care for each other." Allison made a face. "Oh please. You both want each other. Just drive me to your house bitch" 

Bridget's jaw dropped but still continued to drive down the road to the main route back to her house. It was sure to be a crazy weekend. 

"Alright. Everyone get your papers on the desks. The bell will ring but please stay seated until I have your paper. I will know if you leave before you hand it in. 

RING RING RING RING RING RING 

Dr. Yanois stood in front of the class with his arms folded. It was the last day of classes for seniors. 

Bridget looked around the room. Yup. We definitely all had a very rough weekend. Do other people have their papers? Bridget struggled to look at everyone's desk. Papers were being pulled from folders and backpacks. Fuck. Fuck Fuck. What the fuck happened this weekend? Bridget put her hands on her face and rubbed her forehead. Oh Fuck. I have the worst headache. Someone just kill me. 

Dr. Yanois walked by without a word, picking up the papers from people in front of her and in back of her. Once their paper was collected, students would get up to exit the classroom. 

Bridget sat rooted in her desk. Her hands on the table and her eyes focused downwards. It was not until she heard Dr. Yanois shut the door and walk over to his desk did she look up at him. 

"Uhh...Dr. Yanois...I" 

"You what? You think the rules don't apply to you because you are Valedictorian?" 

"No, no. Dr. Yanois, I don't believe that at all." 

"Then what Ms. Peyton?" Dr. Yanois stood up and walked over to Bridget's desk. 

Bridget began to have tears form in her eyes. "I don't know what happened Dr. Yanois. The boat trip was...was...was fine and Saturday's party was fun too. The Barbeque on Sunday is a b...b...bbb...blur to me. I just remember getting in the car and...and...and ... then someone handed me a soda there. I drank it and then I can only remember bits and pieces of it after that. Oh God. Oh shit. I had a plan to write the paper the minute I got home. I had all the notes and pieces prepared and organized. I swear Dr. Yanois! Please!" Bridget looked up into his eyes. They weren't twinkling. He wasn't smiling. 

"Stand up and come over to my desk." 

Bridget stood up and walked over. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. What am I going to do? I have to graduate. Do I beg? Do I explain what happened? A million people will get into trouble though. Do I cut a deal like they do on SVU? Shit. Fucking shit. Why did I fucking do this? 

Bridget arrived at the desk and turned to face Dr. Yanois. "Turn around, place your hands on the desk and look at that stack of papers." 

"Yes. Dr..." 

"Yes, Sir. Bridget." 

Bridget began to feel a tear fall down her cheek. She sniffled and wiped her eyes. "Yes, Sir." SMACK "Holy Shii..." SMACK "What the hell?" Bridget started to turn around. "What do you think...?" 

"Turn back around Bridget...and you are not to move again unless you want some more severe correction." Dr. Yanois stepped back and walked to the door. He locked it and pulled down all the shades. 

"Yes Dr...Yes, Sir." Bridget's legs began to shake. She never felt that type of pain sear through her buttocks up into her spine. It made her whole body shutter. But it wasn't all pain. That's what confused her the most. 

"Tell me what happened." Dr. Yanois' voice didn't have its normal energetic and curious tone. His voice pitch dropped into a deep commanding voice. 

What seemed like an hour went by. SMACK "What happened Bridget? Do not have me ask you again. What happened at that barbeque?" 

"I can't...I can't...Please don't make me." By this time Bridget was sobbing. Her hands supported the majority of her weight as her legs kept on giving out from the force of the blows. 

SMACK SMACK SMACK "I swear Bridget. I will turn you and all of the seniors to Principal Walsworth if you don't start talking." SMACK SMACK SMACK "One more time Ms. Peyton. What happened at the party?" 

I can't believe this is happening. Come on Bridget. Think what happened. Just make the pain stop. But it feels so good. But it doesn't...He's hitting your ass with his hand. I feel a wetness...No. No. No. I don't want to turn into one of those kinky freaks...Jesus...Okay. Calm down think through this. 

"After I drank the soda a friend led me into the backyard. There were SOLO cups everywhere. I knew that there would be drinking, but I really wanted to go and hang out with friends. You know? I just wanted to belong..." Bridget started sobbing again. She started to shrink down, collapsing on the floor. 

"No. No. No. Up Bridget" SMACK "Your story isn't done yet. Then what happened next?" 

"We played a bit of volleyball. The guys were grilling hot dogs and burgers. There were chips and a bunch of desserts on the table. I went to reach for a brownie but someone reached out and directed me away." Bridget sobbed. "I didn't know what I was doing. I just went with them." Bridget turned around "Please Dr. Yanois. Don't tell my mother. I need to graduate and go to college." 

"Turn back around Bridget. Brace yourself." SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK "I told you not to turn around and you disobeyed." Bridget felt a hand on her ass slide down. No. No. No. Please don't go down there. I will do anything. Please just don't go down there. 

"You know...I think you are turning around on purpose. You are soaking wet. You want to be spanked. You want to be hit and treated like a whore." Bridget heard Dr. Yanois' hands squish down in her lady parts. She knew there was a stream of wetness trailing down her leg. Damnit. Why did I wear a dress? This is just making it easier for him. "Then what happened Bridget?" Dr. Yanois slipped a finger inside and jammed it upward hard. He started stroking gently. 

"Mmmm...umm...ohhhh. Well, after we finished eating dinner and dessert we went into the basement to play some pool and hang out. There were a bunch of couches. I was handed another drink and a brownie. Mmmm...I don't remember much after that besides falling asleep on the couch. I woke up this morning and just made it home to change and get here this morning before the bell rang." Bridget started meeting Dr. Yanois in his strokes. "I told my mother I slept at Allison's house. I mean it wasn't really a lie. She was laying on the floor next to me...Right? It wasn't a lie" 

"So...Bridget. You come into my class...You don't hand me a paper...You look like you got ran over by a train...And you expect to be let out...Completely off the hook?" Dr. Yanois moves his hand a bit faster. He goes down to his own pants and unbuckles the hook of his belt. He continues to unzip his pants. 

"Uhh...Dr...Dr. Yanois...What are you doing?" Bridget started to squirm, trying to get away. Dr. Yanois took a big chunk of hair in his hand and pulled it backwards so his mouth was right up against his ear. "Do you want your folks, the school board, and the police to hear about this?" Bridget shook her head 'no' under the tension of his grasp. 

"Consider it a graduation present then...I keep your secret. And you give me the gift of your innocence." Dr. Yanois started breathing deeply on her neck. 

I have to do this. But I can't. He's so much older than I am. There's no condom...Will he really keep his end of the bargain? How will I show myself at graduation? 

"But...but...Dr. Yanois...What if...?" 

"When did you last have your period?" Dr. Yanois began to trace his fingers down Bridget's neck. 

"Umm...it just ended on Saturday." Bridget inhaled sharply and held onto that breath while he felt his hands travel towards her breasts. 

"Then you're fine. Your egg hasn't even been released yet." Dr. Yanois began to pull up her skirt. Bridget took a deep breath in. Is this going to hurt? Should I play along that I like it so it's over quickly? What does an orgasm even feel like? How should I respond? 

In the midst of all the thoughts, Bridget felt a firm thrust and she felt her whole inside begin to fill up. "Ohhh...ahh" Bridget clutched the table. She felt her cunt clench around his dick as he began to pull in and out, first slowly then a bit quicker. 

"Just relax. Lean into it...Oh fuck...you are so tight. Your little virgin pussy is getting so wet though. You hear it slushing around? Haha!" He reached his hand around to her clit and started rubbing furiously. 

"Ohhh...ahhh..." Bridget started to shake. She could feel all her muscles in her stomach and her pussy clench. Dr. Yanois moved faster and faster until he held her head down onto the pile of papers while he pumped her pussy like it was an object with no emotion. Fuuuuckkk. Why is this feeling so good? In porn it just looks so...looks so painful. Wow...Oh no... I think I have to...I think I'm gonna... 

"Wait...Dr. Yanois... I have to use the restroom. I feel as though I am going to go to the bathroom all over you." Dr. Yanois started pumping even faster. 

"Good. Good. Ride it Bridget. When you feel that feeling get strong I want you to push like you are going to use the bathroom. The feeling will start climbing from your pussy up your body into your brain and you will push hard." Bridget's breathing starting becoming fast and shorter. 

"Oh my. Oh Shit. What the fuck. YES...Damn..." 

"That's it Bridget...I want you to push now!" Dr. Yanois pumped the fastest he could. He grunted so loudly. Bridget felt a warm sensation enter her cunt. She ignored it for a moment because she felt her whole body contract into a vibrating convulsing sensation. She felt something warm run down her leg. Shit! Is that urine?! The pleasure was like waterfalls. They kept on rippling through her body until she collapsed on the floor. 

Dr. Yanois pulled out. He walked over to his desk to take some tissues over to Bridget. He cleaned up his cock and put it back into his pants. He zipped himself back up and fastened the buckle. He handed some tissue to Bridget. "Clean up your legs and wipe the excess from your cunt so you don't give away our secret." Dr. Yanois went to his grade book. "So I am giving you and A- on your paper. You could definitely use some experience. I suppose that comes with more practice." 

"How can I stand in front of my classmates tomorrow...and be their top student after what I did today...after what I did this past weekend?" 

"You must and you will. You are now experienced. You are one of them. You are no longer perfect. To us, you are still the same perfection we will always see you as...but I know the truth. As do you. You are nothing more than a dirty slutty troublemaker whose parents help you get to the top." 

Bridget got up. Tears formed in her eyes again. She never felt more accomplished and experienced in her entire life.



ஐசக்கின் அட்டகாசங்கள் பாகம் 4!



அம்மாவை அதிரடியாய் ஓத்துவிட்டு, பாத்ரூமில் கழுவும்போது போன் அடிக்கவே, அம்மா பயந்தாள்!! யாரோ காலிங்
பெல்தான் அடிக்கிறாங்களோ..ன்னு, அவளை அம்மணமாய் அணைத்து, கனிகளை மெல்ல கசக்கியவாறே!
"ஏன் ரூபி! பயப்படுறே? போன் தானே அடிக்குது? அப்படியே யாராவது வந்தாலென்ன? கதவெல்லாம் சாத்திதானே இருக்கு?"
"ச்ச்சீ!டேய்! போக்கிரி நாயே! எனக்கு உடம்பெல்லாம் பதறுது! யாருக்காச்சும் தெரிஞ்சிட்டா என்ன செய்வது..ன்னு!
உனக்கு ஜாலியாய் இருக்கா என் பயம்?" கேட்டுகொண்டே போனில் யாரு..ன்னு பாருடா?..ன்னு சொன்னாள்.
போனில், ரோஸியின் ப்ரெண்ட் அகிலா,
"அண்ணா! நான் அகிலா பேசறேன்! என்னை ஞாபகம் இருக்கா..ண்ணா? நீங்க ஐசக் அண்ணந்தானே?"
"அடடே! அகியா! சொல்லும்மா! அதெப்படி மறந்துபோகும்! நல்லா படிக்கிரயா? காலேஜ் எப்படி போகுது?" 
விசாரித்தேன். பேசிவிட்டு அம்மாவிடம் கொடுக்க சொன்னாள். அம்மா அதற்குள் பாவாடை கட்டி ப்ரா கப்புகளை
கனிகளில் மாட்டிகொண்டே வர, நான் போனை அம்மாவிடம் குடுத்துட்டு பின்னாடி கட்டிகொண்டு முலைகளை 
பிசைந்து கொண்டே கொக்கி மாட்டுவதுபோல பாவனை செய்தேன்!
"ஷ்!ஷ்!" விரலால் தன் வாயில் வைத்தபடி போனை வாங்கியவள் அகிலாவிடம் பேசினாள்!!!!வாழ்த்துகளை 
சொன்னாள்!!அவளுக்கு பிறந்த நாளாம்!! அதற்கு என் தங்கச்சி ரோஸியை இன்றிரவு அவங்க வீட்டிலேயே தங்க
வைத்துகொள்ள அனுமதி கேட்டாள்!! நான் அம்மாவின் இரு கனிகளையும் பிசைந்துகொண்டே, விரைக்கும் என்
தடியை அவளோட குண்டிபிளவில் தேய்த்துகொண்டே இருக்க, அம்மா அதை ரசித்துகொண்டே, ஓகே 
சொன்னாள். என்னை பார்த்து கண்ணடித்தாள்! எனக்கு மனசு ஒரே கொண்டாட்டமாயிட்டது! இரவு முழுக்க
ஆட்டம்!?

"ஏண்டி! அகிலா! நாங்கெல்லாம் உன் பர்த்டேக்கு வரக்கூடாதாடி! எங்களையெல்லாம் கூப்பிட மாட்டயா?"

"அய்யோ! ஆண்ட்டீ! நீங்க இல்லமயா? அண்ணனையும் அழைத்துகொண்டு ஏழு மணிக்கெல்லாம் வந்துடுங்க
ஆண்ட்டீ! அண்ணன்கிட்டே குடுங்களேன்! பிளீஸ்!" அம்மா என்னிடம் போனை நீட்ட, நான் இருகைகளையும்
அம்மாவோட நாற்பது அங்குல மாம்பழங்களை பிசைந்து பிஸியாய் இருக்கவே, அம்மாவே காதில் வைத்தாள், ஒரு
கையால் என் கைகளை கிள்ளினாள்!

"சொல்லும்மா! அகிலா! கங்கிராட்ஸ்! கட்டாயம் வரோம்..ம்மா!" போனை வைத்ததும் அம்மாவை திருப்பி என் 
நெஞ்சோடு அழுத்தி உதடுகளை கவ்வி உறிஞ்சி கொண்டே!

"ஏண்டி! வரேன்..ன்னு ஒத்துகிட்டே? நைட் முழுக்க ஜாலியாய் இருக்காமே, அங்கே போய் என்ன செய்வதுடி!
நாம் போகவேண்டாம்! இன்னிக்கி ராத்திரி முழுக்க! உள்ளே விட்டு ஊறவைப்பதுதான் வேலை! வேற வேலை
இல்லை"

"டேய்! எருமை மாடே! உனக்கு தெரியாது! எல்லாம் மேட்டர்தான்! என் உதடுகளையும் கவ்வி உறிஞ்சி
கொண்டே சொன்னாள்!!
அப்படி என்னம்மா விஷயம்! உங்களை பல பொஸிஷன்..ல்ல ஓக்க நினைச்சிருந்தேனே..ம்மா!!ம்ம்ம்!போம்மா!
அட! கழுதை, அப்புறமா உனக்கே தெரியும்! சரி! வாடா! இப்போ மணி மூணுதான் ஆகுது! உனக்கு வேணுமா
இல்லே போய் தூங்கப்போறியா?

ஐ! ஆசை தோசை! கிடைத்தற்கறிய வாய்ப்பு! விடுவேனா!ம்ம்! வாம்மா! போய் படுத்துக்கலாம்! பெட் ரூமுக்கு!!
அணைத்து கொண்டு, வரும் வழியிலேயே பாவாடையை அவிழ்த்து விட்டேன்!!
"ச்சீ!மோசமான பையன்..டா நீ!இது இருந்தாத்தான் என்ன? முழு நிர்வாணமா கூச்சமாயிருக்குடா"

"போங்கம்மா! உங்களை முத தடவை மொத்தமா பார்த்தேனே ஒழிய, நீங்களும் ரோஸி வருவா..ன்னு பயப்படவே
ரசிக்கவேயில்லை! இப்போ முழுசா இன்ச்...இன்ச்..ச்சா ரசிக்கப்போரேன்! என் ஆசை காதலியை!!"
"ச்ச்சீ!ச்ச்சீ!போக்கிரி பையா! உனக்கு ரொம்ப லக்குடா! தங்கை வருவாளேன்னா, அதற்கேற்றாற் போல பாரு
நேரம் கிடைக்குது! டேய்! எனக்கும் ரொம்ப ஆசையாய் இருக்குடா! யாரும் வராமே இருக்க என்ன பண்ணலாம்?
"ம்ம்!ம்மா!ஐடியா! நீங்க இருங்க! இதோ வரேன்..னு" லுங்கியை மட்டும் அணிந்து கிளம்பினேன்.

"டேய்! எங்கேடா போரே? டேய்ய்ய்ய்ய்ய்ய்!" சினுங்கினாள்!!

வீட்டிற்கு வெளியே வந்து பூட்டினேன்! வெளி கேட்டையும் சாத்தி,பூட்டிவிட்டேன்! வண்டியை எடுத்து வீட்டின் பின்புறம் வந்து பின் கதவு வழியே உள்ளே வந்து தாழ் போட்டேன்! உள்ளே வந்தால் அம்மா கட்டிலில் மல்லாந்து
முழு நிர்வாணமாய், உறித்தகோழி போல படுத்திருந்தாள்.அதை பார்த்ததுமே என் தடி நட்டுகிச்சி!! அதை பார்த்து
அம்மாவும் பட்டுனு கண்ணை மூடி வெட்கப்பட்டாள்.

"அடப்பாவி! யாராவது வந்து, வீடு பூட்டியிருக்கு போய்ட்டா..ங்கன்னா? என்ன பண்றது?"

"அது சரி!! யாராவது வந்தாங்க..ன்னா, கொஞ்சம் இருங்க, நாங்க ஓத்துகிட்டிருக்கோம்! தண்ணி கழண்டதும் வரோம்..ன்னா சொல்ல முடியும்?"

"ச்ச்சீ!ச்சீ! உனக்கு எப்படியெல்லாம் ஐடியா வருதுடா? சரி! கிட்டே வாஆ!டா!" இரு கைகளையும் நீட்டி
என்னை தன்னருகே அழைத்து அணைத்துகொண்டாள். முழு பந்துகளும் என் நெஞ்சில் அழுந்த, உச்ச கட்ட
சுகம்ம்ம்ம்ம்ம்ம்ம்! அம்மம்மா! முலை ரெண்டும் அழுந்தும்போது எப்படித்தான் அப்படி சுகம் கிடைக்குதோ? உதடுகளை கவ்வி நாக்கை உள்ளே நுழைத்து சுவைத்தேன். ஒரு கையால் ஒரு மாங்கனியை பிடித்து பிசைந்தேன்.
அம்மாவோ, ஆஆ!வூவூவூவூ!..ன்னு முனகிகொண்டே, சினுங்கிய விதம் அப்ப்பப்ப்பா! எவ்வித முனிவன் கூட மயங்கிவிடுவான். எழுந்தேன்! என்னடா! என்பதுபோல பார்த்தாள்.
"இல்லைம்மா! முத வாட்டி உங்க அழகை முழுசா ரசிக்காமலே பயந்து பயந்து ரோஸி வந்துடுவாளோ..ன்னு
ஓத்தேன். இப்போ நிதானமா ஒவ்வொரு அங்குலமா ஆராய்ச்சி பண்ணப்போறேன்!!!"

"ச்ச்சீ!ச்ச்சீ! படுவா ராஸ்கல்! என்னமோ பண்ணிக்கோடா! ஆனா யாருக்கும் தெரியாமல் பார்த்துகோடா!"
கால்களை என் மடியில் போட்டுகொண்டு, விரல்களை முத்தமிட, டேய்! கூசுதுடா! போக்கிரி! ச்ச்சீ!ச்சீ!
ஒவ்வொரு இடமாய் கிஸ் அடித்து கொண்டே தொடைகளை கிஸ் அடிக்க!! அய்ய்ய்ய்யய்யோ! டேய்! உடம்பே
கூச்சத்தில் தூக்கி போடுதுடா! நல்ல ரசிகன்..டா நீ?!!! என்னமா விளையாடுற?? உன் பொண்டாட்டி குடுத்து
வச்சவ!! எங்கே இருக்காளோ? போம்மா! நீங்க எனக்கு காட்டுகிற மாதிரி எவளுமே காலை விரிக்க மாட்டா?
அதனால் நீங்கதான் என் பொண்டாட்டி!!

டேய்! அதுக்கில்லேடா! எனக்கு வயசாயிட்டதுடா! சின்ன பொண்ணா எவளாவது உனக்கு பொண்டாட்டியா வந்து கால் விரிச்சா, அதுல உன் குண்டாந்தடி நுழைந்து குத்தும் போது அந்த சுகம் இன்னும் அதிகமாய்
இருக்கும்? உனக்கும் ஒரு கன்னி பெண் புண்டையை அனுபவிச்ச சுகம் இருக்கும்..டா!!!

அது என்னவோ போங்கம்ம்மா! நான் இன்னிக்கி நினைக்கவேயில்லை! இப்பட டக்கராய் ஓப்போம்..ன்னு,
நாக்கை அம்மாவின் இடுப்பின் ஓட்டினேன் கூதி முடிகளில் முகம் தேய்த்து, பிளவை நாக்கால் குடாய அது
ஜூஸ் சுரந்து இனிப்பும் துவர்ப்பும் கலந்து தேவாமிர்தமாய் இனிக்க, அம்மாவோ இடுப்பை நன்கு விரித்து நான்
நக்க வசதியாய் தூக்கி காட்டினாள்! என் தலை முடியை கோதிகொண்டே! டேய்! செல்லம்!! முத நாளே இந்த
கலக்கு கலக்குறே! இன்னும் கொஞ்ச நாள் கழித்து நீ ரொம்ப கில்லாடியாய் விடுவாய்...டா!!! என் தடி மீண்டும் முழு விரைப்பாக, என் தடியை தன் கைகளால் உருவிக்கொண்டே

உங்கப்பனுக்கு இதுல கால்வாசிதான் இருக்கும்..டா! ஆனா அதை வச்சே எனக்கு வித்தையெல்லாம்
காட்டுவார்..டா! நானும் அதுதான் உச்சகட்ட இன்பம்..னு இருந்தேன். ஆனா இப்போ உன் தடியால் இடி
வாங்கினதும்தான் தெரியுது, இதுதான் டாப் சுகம்..ன்னு!! என்னமா இடிக்கிற ஒவ்வொரு குத்தும்!! அய்ய்யோ! 
சின்ன பொண் எவளாவது உங்கிட்ட மாட்டினா அவ்ளோதான் கத்தி ஊரை கூட்டிடுவாள்!!! கூதி ரெண்டா 
கிழிஞ்சிடும்! உனக்கு பெண் பார்க்கிரப்போ நான் அவளை தனியா கூப்பிட்டு போய் அவளோட கூதி ஆழ அகலத்தை செக் பண்ணிட்டுதான் முடிவே சொல்லனும்..டா!! காலை விரித்து நான் நாக்கை சுழற்ற வசதியாய்
காட்டிகொண்டே உளறிக்கொண்டிருந்தாள்!!

கொஞ்சநேரம் நாக்கை போட்டுகொண்டே, இரு கனிகளையும் பிசைந்துகொண்டே இருக்க, அம்மாவோ
இடுப்பை தூக்கியும், முனகியும் என்னை உசுப்பேற்றிகொண்டிருந்தாள்! கீழே என் தடி முழுவிரைப்போடு துடி,
துடிக்க கொஞ்சம் கொஞ்சமாய் மேலேறி நெஞ்சோடு அணைத்துகொண்டே, உதடுகளை கவ்விகொண்டே
சுவைக்க, அம்மாவால் தாக்கு பிடிக்க முடியல.
"டேய்! போதும் வாடா! குத்த ஆரம்பிடா! தாங்க முடியலை! ஆப்பம் ஏங்குதுடா!" வெட்கத்தை விட்டு முனக
ஆரம்பித்தாள்! எழுந்து முட்டி போட்டு பூலை, அம்மாவின் பிளந்த ஆப்பத்தில் வைக்க, அதே நேரம், வீட்டிற்கு
வெளியே ஏதோ சத்தம் கேட்டது!

"டேய்! என்ன சத்தம் யாரோ வராப்பல இருக்கு"

"அம்மா! இதுக்குதான் நான் கேட்டையே வெளியே பூட்டிட்டேன்! இருங்க எதுக்கும் பார்க்கிறேன்" எழுந்து
ஜன்னலின் திரைச்சீலையை மெல்ல ஒதுக்கி பார்த்தால், கொரியர் காரன், எங்களுக்கு வந்த ஏதோ பார்சலை
கையில் வைத்து கொண்டு, பக்கத்து வீட்டு மாமியிடம் ஏதோ கேட்பது தெரிந்தது! பிறகு அவள் என்ன 
சொன்னாளோ, அந்த மாமி கையிலேயே குடுத்துட்டு கிளம்பிட்டான்! மாமியும் உள்ளே போகும் வரை, நான்
கவனித்துவிட்டு திரும்பி அம்மாவின் அருகில் வர,

"யாருடா!" கொஞ்சம் கலவரத்துடன் கேட்டாள்!

"ம்ம்!ம்மா!யாருமில்லே...ம்மா! கொரியர்காரன்! நல்ல காலம் நம்ம கேட் பூட்டியிருக்கவே, பக்கத்து வீட்டு
ஆண்ட்டிகிட்டே குடுத்துட்டு போய்ட்டான்! இல்லை..ன்னா சிவ பூஜை..ல கரடி மாதிரி, பாதில உருவிட்டு போய்
வாங்கியிருக்கணும்!" நீங்க காட்டுங்க...ம்மா! அம்மாவின் வெண்ணிற கால்களை விரித்தேன்!

"உன் ஐடியா யாருக்கு வரும்?" என்னை தன் மேல் அணைத்து கிஸ் அடித்தாள்.

தடி தன் ஆப்பத்தில் வாயிலில் படுமாறு, இடுப்பை ஆகட்டி, ம்ம்ம்ம்! ஏத்துடா!காலை மடக்கி வீ ஷேப்பில்
தூக்கினாள்! ஒரு தலையணையை இடுப்பின் கீழ் சொறுகினேன்! இடுப்பு உயர்ந்து ஆப்பம் உப்பி அருமையான
பொஸிஷன்??? பூலை சொறுகினேன்!!!

"ஆஆஆஆ!ம்ம்ம்ம்ம்ம்ம்ம்ம்மா!ஸ்ஸ்ஸ்ஸ்ஸ்!ஆஆஆஆஆ! மெல்ல...டா! செல்ல எருமையே! " கத்திகொண்டே என்
பூலை முழுசா உள்ளே போகும் வரை இடுப்பை தூக்கியவள், இரு இடுப்புகளும் ஒன்றோடொன்று உராய
தொடங்கியதும்!!!

"ம்ம்ம்!குத்துடா! ஆசை தீர குத்து..ப்ப்பா! ரோஸி இப்போதைக்கு வர மாட்டாள்! குத்துடா!" கண்களில்
தாகம் மின்ன, கால்களை பின்னினாள்!
இழுத்து இழுத்து ஆட்ட தொடங்கினேன்! சக்!சக்!சளுப்! கூதியும் ஜூஸ் சுரந்து, பூலும் வழ..வழ..ன்னு
மின்னியபடியே உள்ளெயும் வெளியேயும் போய் வர தொடங்கியது!! இரு கனிகளையும் கசக்கிகொண்டே இருக்க
ம்மா!ம்ம்மா!ஸ்ஸ்ஸ்ஸ்!ம்ம்ம்!நல்லா இடிடா!..ம்மாஆ! கத்திகொண்டே அம்மா காட்டினாள்! வேகம் கூடியது!
அம்மாவின் முனகல்களும் கூடின! தொப்..தொப்..னு ரூம் முழுக்க சத்தம்! காம உளறல்கள்! எனக்கோ இந்த
லோகத்திலேயே இல்லை! சுகம்!சுகம்!சுகமோ சுகம்!!!!இடி இடி..ன்னு இடித்து தண்ணீரை பீச்சும் போது
அம்மா என்னை இறுக்கி கட்டிபிடித்தாள்! பாருங்கள்??? உதடுகளை கவ்விகொண்டே, அய்ய்ய்ய்ய்ய்ய்யோ!
போது.....ண்டா!ஐசக்கு! சூப்பர் கன்னா! அசத்திட்டே...டா! எப்படி இருந்ததுடா! அம்மா புண்டை? பச்சையாய்
கேட்டாள்!! நானும் அம்மாவின் முகம் முழுசும் கிஸ் அடித்துகொண்டே!!

"சூப்பர்...டி! என் ராசாத்தி! என்னமா இடுப்பை தூக்கி காட்டுனே? சொர்க்கம்..னா இதுதான்...டி!! எப்போதெல்லாம் தேவையோ, அப்போதெல்லாம் கேளுடி! காட்டுடி!" உளறிகொண்டே அம்மாவின் முலைகள் மேல்
சரிந்தேன் அசதியில்!! என் தலை முடிகளை கோதிகொண்டே, முத்தமாய் குடுத்துகொண்டே இருந்தாள்! 
"ம்மா!சூப்பர்ம்ம்மா!எனக்கு ஒரே ஒரு ஆசை..ம்ம்ம்மா!" அம்மாவின் தலை முடிகளை கைகளால் கோதிகொண்டே கேட்க, அம்மாவோ
"என்னடா!அது? கேளுடா! எல்லாந்தான் குடுத்தேட்டேனே!!இன்னும் என்ன தயக்கம்?"
"ம்ம்!இல்லைம்மா!இப்போ வேண்டாம்! அப்புறமா கேட்கட்டட்டுமா?"
"ம்ம்ம்!டேய்! எனக்கு தெரியாதா என் புள்ளையை பற்றி? நான் சொல்லட்டட்டுமா, உன் ஆசையை?" நான் வியப்புடன்
"சொல்லும்மா! பார்க்கலாம்"
"டேய்! உனக்கு இன்னோரு பெண்ணையும் இப்படி, படுக்க வைத்து வேலை செய்ய ஆசை படுகிறாய்? அதுதானே?" பொச்..பொச்.னு கிஸ்
அடித்து கேட்டாள்! நானும்! ம்ம்ம்ம்!ஆமாம்ம்மா! கண்டுபிடிச்சிட்டீங்களே?
"டேய்! போக்கிரி பயலே! அது யார்..னு கூட நான் ஊகித்துவிட்டேன்." ச்ச்ச்சீ!போம்மா! கட்டிபிடித்து கண்ணயர்ந்து விட்டோம்!! எழுந்து 
கொள்ளும் போது மணி ஆறு!!! 

"சரி..டா செல்லம்! எழுந்திருடா! குளிச்சிட்டு பார்ட்டிக்கு போலாம்?" என்னை புரட்டி கீழே தள்ளிட்டு எழுந்து
பாத்ரூம் போக நானும் பின்னாலே போய், கட்டிகொண்டே, ஷவரில் குளித்தோம்!! அம்மாவின் நாற்பது அங்குல
கனிகளுக்கும்! உப்பி மயிர் அடர்ந்த கூதிக்கும் சோப் போடும் போது பூலு துள்ளியது! ஆனால் அதற்கு அம்மா, சோப்
போட்டு கொண்டிருக்க, குஜாலாய் குளித்து முடித்து கிளம்பினோம்!! அம்மா! ஒரு வெளிர் நிற மஞ்சள் நிற
சேலையில் தேவதையாய் ஜொலிக்க, நானும் ஒரு டீ சர்ட் அணிந்து கிளம்பினோம்! வெளியே வரும்போதே
பக்கத்து வீட்டு ஆண்ட்டி வந்து, அந்த பார்சலையும் குடுத்துட்டு போனாள்!

வண்டியில் அந்த மாலை மன்னும் நேரத்தில் அம்மா தன் பெரிய மாங்கனிகளை என் முதுகில் அழுத்திகொண்டே
வர, நான் சற்றே சலிப்புடன்,

"போம்மா! எனக்கு அந்த பார்ட்டிக்கு போகவே பிடிக்கலே! பேசாமல் வீட்டிற்கே போய் ராத்திரி முழுக்க
கச்சேரி வைத்துகொள்ளலாமே..ம்மா?"

"போடா கழுதை! இன்னிக்கே முழுசா எல்லாம் முடிச்சிட்டா, போர் அடிச்சிடும், அப்புறம் நீ வேர யாரையாவது
சைட் அடிப்பே? வா! உனக்கு, இன்னிக்கி இன்னோரு சொர்க்கம்?"

"அது என்ன சொர்க்கமோ? உங்க புண்டையைவிடவா இன்னோரு சொர்க்கம்?" அதற்குள் அகிலாவின் வீடும் வந்தது, வீட்டிற்கு வெளியே 
நிறைய ஸ்கூட்டிகளும், வண்ண்டிகளும் இருந்தன, எல்லாம் குட்டிகள் ஓட்டுகிற வண்டிகள்!!!!! அம்மா இறங்கி என்னை பார்த்து கண்ணடித்தாள்.

"டேய்! பார்த்தியா! எல்லாம் அகிலாவோட ப்ரெண்ட்ஸ் வண்டிங்க!! அவ்ளோ குட்டிகளை ஒன்னா பார்க்க கிட்டத்தில் உனக்கு இப்போ, புரியுதா மேட்டர்? ஏன் நான் உன்னையும் பார்ட்டிக்கி கூப்பிட்டு கொண்டு வந்தோம்..னு
"சரி..ம்மா!" வழிந்தேன்!!

உள்ளே ப்ரமாதமாய் அகிலா பிறந்த நாள் உடையில் இருந்தாள்! எங்களை ஆவலாய் வரவேற்றாள். பக்கத்தில்
என் தங்கை ரோஸி படு கும்....முனு, நான் அவளுக்கு வாங்கி குடுத்த பிறந்தநாள் சுடிதாரில், அட்டகாசமாய்
ஜொலித்தாள், உண்மையில் ரோஸிதான் சூப்பராயிருந்தாள். அகிலாவின் கை பற்றி வாழ்த்து சொன்னேன். 
ரோஸியிடம் தன் நன்பிகளை அறிமுகம் செய்ய சொன்னாள்! 

என்னை தன்னருகில் அழைத்து என் தோள் பட்டையில் கை வைத்து அணைத்த ரோஸி, 

இவள் தீபா- (சைஸ் பார்த்தா இரண்டு கையும் பத்தாது) கை குலுக்கினாள்.

இவள் மல்லிகா- ஆரஞ்சு பழ அளவுகள்.

இவள் ப்ரீத்தி - என் தங்கச்சியோட சைஸ் இருக்கும், கை குடுத்து கண்ணடித்தாள். என் தங்கை அவளை கிள்ளிவிட்டு

இவள் ஹேமா - ஏனோ தெரியல எலுமிச்சை சைஸ்தான், 

இவள் ஷகீன் - ம்ம்ம்ம்ம்! கும்மு..னு இருந்துச்சு!! கைகுடுத்தேன்

இவள் லதா - புடவையில் அய்யோ! அட்டகாசமாயிருந்தாள்! முலை அளவு நிச்சயம் பெருசுதான், ஆனா மூடியிருந்ததாலே சரியா தெரில!

இவள் திவ்யா - திமிறும் கனிகள், வாவ்!

இவள் துர்கா - டென்னிஸ் பந்துகள்! கிட்டே வந்து கை குடுத்து, என் வயிற்றில் கிள்ளினாள்.

இவள் சித்ரா! - காஷ்மீர் ஆப்பிள்கள், கை குடுத்து அழுத்தினாள், அர்த்த புஷ்டியோடு!! எல்லோரும் ஜாலியாய் படு நெருக்கமாய் இருந்தேன்.
அம்மாவும் இதை கவனித்து யாருக்கும் தெரியாமல்கண்ணடித்தாள்!

அகிலாவின் அருகில் சென்று அவள் காதருகில், சூப்பராயிருக்கு பர்த்டே ட்ரெஸ்!!ன்னேன்!! அவள், என் காதருகில் இது இல்லே அது!
நைட், இங்கே தங்கு உனக்கு மட்டும் வேணுமின்னா, அந்த ட்ரெஸ் போட்டுகாட்டுரேன்! கண்ணடித்தாள்! அதை கவனித்த ரோஸி, எங்கள்
இருவரையும் செல்லமாய் அடித்தாள்!!

என் தங்கை என்னை அழைத்துகொண்டு, அடுத்த அறைக்கு சென்றாள்!

"அண்ணா! இவளுங்க ரொம்ப மோசம்! நீ வேற அரவிந்த சாமி, மாதிரி ஜம்முனு இருக்கே! உன்னை கற்போட, இங்கேயிருந்து காப்பாத்தி
வீட்டுக்கு அழைச்சிட்டு போகணுமே? அம்மா எங்கே..ண்ணா!?"

"ஸ்!ரோஸி! அம்மாகிட்டே ஏதாவது சொல்லிடப்போரே? ரொம்ப பயப்படுவாங்க!! உண்மையை சொல்லட்டுமா? இந்த குட்டிங்க கும்பல்..லே நீ
மட்டுந்தான் ரொம்ப அழகாயிருக்கே? இந்த சுடியில, சூப்பராயிருக்கே" நூல் விட்டேன்!! ஒர்க் அவுட் ஆகியது!! தன் துப்பட்டாவை சரி பண்ணி
கொண்டே, என் தங்கை ரோஸி!!

"தேங்க்ஸ்..ண்ணா! பொய் சொல்லாமே சொல்லு..ண்ணா!" என்னருகில் வர இடையில் கை போட்டு இழுத்தேன்!

"அய்யோ..ண்னா! யாராவது வரப்போராங்..கண்ணா!" பயந்தாள். பட்டு..னு கரண்ட் போனது. ஆஹா!
ரோஸியை முழுசுமாய் அணைத்து கொண்டேன்! பட்டு..னு அவளோட கழுத்தில் ஒரு கிஸ்ஸே அடிச்சுட்டேன்! அவளும்
"அண்ண்ணா!ஸ்ஸ்ஸ்ஸ்! நல்ல காலம் நீ! வெளியே இருந்தால், என் ப்ரெண்ட்ஸ்...ல்லாம் உன்னை இருட்டிலே ஒரு வழி பண்ணியிருப்பாளுங்க...ண்ணா! நல்ல காலம் கேங் ரேப்...லேருந்து தப்பிச்சே...ண்ணா! அய்யோ என்னை விடு...ண்ணா! வீட்டிலே கொஞ்சிக்கோ..ண்ண்ணா!" 
என்னிடமிருந்து விலகவும் கரண்ட் வரவும் சரியாய் இருந்தது! ஆஹா! ரோஸியையும் நிச்சயம் இன்று மடக்கிடலாம்..ன்னு குஷியாய் இருந்தது!
அம்மாவும் வந்தாள்! ரோஸியிடம் இங்கே தங்க போறியா! இல்லே வரியா..ன்னு கேட்க!! அவள் என்னை பார்த்தாள் அதில் ஆயிரம் கேள்விகள்?
நான் பட்டுனு, "வந்துடு ரோஸி! லேட்டா வேணா போயிடலாமே!" ..ன்னேன்!! ம்ம்!சரிம்மா! ஏதாவது காரணம் சொல்லிட்டு கிளம்பலாம்..ன்னு
பார்ட்டியை முடித்தோம்!!
பிறகு அகிலாவிடம் என் தங்கை, தனக்கு வயிற்றுவலி..ன்னு சொல்லிட்டு கிளம்பிட்டாள்! எல்லா குட்டிகளும் என் செல் போன் நம்பரை வாங்கி
கொண்டுதான் விட்டனர்! நான் டூ வீலரை கிளப்ப அதில் என் பின்னால் ரோஸி! அவள் பின்னால் அம்மா, கஷ்டப்படு அமர்ந்து கிளம்பினோம்!
என் தங்கச்சியின் இரு கனிகளும், என் முதுகில் அழுந்த, அம்மாவோ!
"ரோஸி! அண்ணனை கெட்டியாய் பிடிச்சுக்கோடீ!!" சொல்லிகொண்டே எட்டி என் இடுப்பையும் பிடிக்க, ரோஸியின் இரு பந்துகளும் என் முதுகில் முழுசுமாய் அழுந்த!!ஆஹா! சொக்கலோக பயணம்! வழி முழிக்க ரோஸி! என் முதுகில் மெல்ல கடித்தவாறே, பழங்களை அமுக்கியவாறே
வந்தாள்!! அம்மாவின் கனிகளைவிட கெட்டியாய் இருந்தது! நானும் பள்ளம் மேடு எல்லாம் இறக்கி ஒரு வழியாய் வீட்டிற்கு வந்தோம்!

வீட்டில் என்ன ஆனது..ன்னு கடைசி பகுதியில் பார்ப்போம்!!



4:30 AM



The sounds of a late night game show seem to drag me back to the living world. I'm not even sure I know what it is. Either the one where one person gets to date 4 and dump the ones they don't want, the other one, two people get to date others and then decide if they want to stay together or not. Shit gets weirder all the time. Raising my head, I see that again, I have fallen asleep on the couch. Just another day in the life huh. I stumble through the house, You are asleep on the love seat, Blu is under the coffee table. Tripping over Smokey as I get to the bathroom, I sit to relieve the urgency I have felt since sitting up, and of course Bud decides this would be a perfect time to show me he is still my buddy. NO PAPER, DAMN..... why don't I ever look before I sit down. 

When I am finally finished in the bathroom, it is time to remove the days clean laundry and clear a spot for my last hour of sleep before that ............ that......... alarm tells me another wonderful day is about to begin. Walking back into the living room, calling to you, as the stirring starts, I call again to make sure the message is received. You slowly peel yourself from the position that for the life of me I can't imagine spending a few minutes in, let alone the time you have been asleep. I walk into the bedroom as you make the long trip to the facility. 

I am in bed when you return to our slightly darkened sleep chamber, at least that's all that has been happening there lately. As you remove the clothes you are wearing I watch, taking in the site of you slowly slipping away the outer coverings of the day. I am not sure if you are aware of my gaze, but you do seem to be taking your time and making it a little more sensual. When the last piece of clothing is laying at the foot of the bed, you climb into the bed, I feel the sway of the water as you approach. My heart starts that climb, the one I go through each time you slip under the covers with me. I am lying on my back, you slide your arm across my chest and lay your head upon my breast. I kiss your forehead and wish you a good night. 

We lay there for a short time, I roll slightly to my side to hold you, you turn on to your right side, slipping into a very familiar position. I circle you in my arms ad close my eyes. A brief moment of spooning and I feel you as you begin to softly and slowly move your hips against me, rubbing my soft cock with your ass. This tells me you are not in the mood to sleep. I pull you back against me and cup your breasts in my hands. 

Your gyrations have increased in both strength and speed. As if I am not moving along quickly enough, you reach back between us, taking my hardening cock into your hand, pushing it between your leg, spreading slightly. My fingers have found your little button and begun their dance. You moan softly and push your ass into my groin. Not wanting this to be over too quickly I resist the urge to slide into you and instead increase the rhythm of the dance across your clit. Slow circles, and then back and forth, punctuated with an occasional light pinch. I can feel the orgasm start to build inside you, I continue playing with you and start to kiss your back and the back of your neck. Tasting an ear lobe now and then, you tense and push back hard into my groin as you start to cum. Not wanting to let the sensation you were being engulfed with end, I continue to rub, slower and farther away from the little pea that I had been teasing. You relax as the feeling subsides, yet the slight pressure and the teasing keep you on the edge, not letting you come down from the last orgasm. But you, as always, wanting things to move along to the main event, sit up and turn around, your sweet legs laying beside my head as you reach for and find my cock again. It jumps as you lick across the head and down the shaft slowly. I feel you squeeze my balls as you engulf the head and begin to work your way down, letting me slide slowly into your warm, wet mouth. 

I start back with my finger dance, this time able to watch as I work. I love to watch as I lay with you. Both the look on your face and the almost begging that I get from your wet pussy as I lick and suck on your lips and clit. This part never seems to last as long as I would like it to and soon you are again cumming and arching your hips to meet my tongue. Not stopping at the end of your current journey I continue the finger and tongue play on you pussy and ass, reaching down often to caress your hard nipples and soft warm breasts. As your third orgasm builds, and your ride over the falls begins, I realize that the licking and stroking I am getting between your peaks is taking it's toll and I am about to unleash a small explosion that has been pent up inside of me for too long. 

I rise up from the tasty treat that I was sampling and turn around and move between your legs. You spread far apart and lay open to me, exposed, needy. I slowly rub the head of my cock up and down across the clit that I had just had sucked between my lips, your head thrashing from side to side. I feel another dam about to break and slide myself in, deep and slow. Starting to rock my hips in a slow steady rhythm, you arching your back to increase the slapping of our hips and the depths that am reaching. Picking up speed and driving harder, I can again tell you are on the path to another big "o". The sight of you starting over the edge is all I need, my head falls back and I begin to cum, and cum, and..........

Moving back to give you room, I lay back and watch as you clean up. You slide back under the covers, I snuggle up to your back, with my arms around you. I smile and drift off to sleep. 



4.30 AM



Making my way through the steam, light clouds surround me...following the sounds of falling water, the sounds of the shower. I wonder to myself, who could be here at my room after hours, who else has a key?

As I get closer...in a pale light I can make out a form...a tall...voluptuous form...the goddess. Her back is to me...she is unaware of my presence. I am stopped in my tracks...the moist and hot air clinging to me...but the heat I feel now has no comparison.

Watching the water dance over her body...droplets bouncing...splashing...coating her every inch. Slowly her head turns ever so slightly ... looking over her shoulder...seeing me entranced by her...giving me a smile and a little wink.

Letting my clothes fall to the ground, unaware that I had removed them. I close to the vision... feeling the water spray from her body unto mine, turning to me, my hand goes to her... fingertips caressing her face... touching this dream...making sure that it is real. Her face turns to my touch to kiss my palm, letting chills run through me as fire races. Watching her eyes sparkle and glitter... it is magic... spellbound. I feel the contact of her hands on my chest, rubbing, slick and soapy, building a lather, motionless I stand , unable to utter a sound, possessed by your visage. Your busy hands coat me with a film of bubbles, so warm and pleasing your every touch. Smiling softly at me, looking in to my eyes you whisper "would you mind washing my back?"

All I can manage is a very slow shaking of my head as you turn again. Slipping my hands across your back, watching the water cascading over your skin, allowing my hands to glide around to your chest, as I close to your body, my soap covered chest to your back, pressing myself to you. The soap letting me slide and slither against my temptation, hands snaking over your curves, wrapping my arms tightly, as tightly as the soap allows. Slowly I let my knees bend and I use my body, covered in suds to rub up and down the whole of you, slipping sweetly. the friction reduced, but the heat increased. Hear you moan softly with each pass up and down, feeling you gasp in pleasure. After a dozen or so body strokes, my hands rest upon your bosom, fingers on your hardened nipples, letting them slip between tender and soft fingers, whispering into your delicate ear "your back is done".

Moans escape us both as we enter the water, letting its tantalizing pulse wash over us still intertwined, enwrapped. My hands guiding you over once we are cleansed of our milky white foam, turning you once more to face me, but that is only for a moment, as I start to descend over your body, kissing softly, your neck, to your collar, to the top of your bosom, only to take the nipple in to my mouth, suckling, licking tenderly, hands drifting down your back , letting you lean against the tiled wall, kissing under your breast, going to the navel, where I take the time to trace it several times, teasing playfully, over the hip resting my head, only to look up at your wide eyes and slightly opened mouth. 

Now with me on my knees, hands brought down to your bottom, gripping softly but with intent. Placing my knees so that they are parallel to one of your legs, sliding closer, letting me straddle a single leg. My legs closing around yours, giving you added support. My hand guides under your curve and sweet bottom to the back of your thigh of your free leg, then to the knee, lifting slightly, raising, parting them, letting me peer closer to your softness, sensing your excitement, feeling it, hearing you gasp at my touches. Your moans that I share with every touch and caress. Bringing your leg to rest upon my shoulder, you lean back feeling safe, knowing that I won't let anything happen to you. 

My cheek resting on your inner thigh, you can feel my breath on your sex. I near, kissing softly, letting my tongue dart out, letting it brush over you. My hands, one on your leg the other cupping your bottom. Feeling the shutter you have at the contact, inspired I continue, taking longer and broader strokes. Covering all of you, lapping up your wetness, wanting more and more. Peering up at you, seeing how your body glistens, to find your eyes, not wanting me to stop. I return to my lover, taking the tip and rolling it over your clit, circling, suckling it while it swells, pulling at it with my lips, feeling you quiver. Bringing myself closer, my hand pulls me in, my hunger for you growing with each taste. 

Your hips begin to grind in unison with my rhythm, long strokes with short darting, flicking and fluttering, sending waves through your most intimate of places. Finally , slipping , slow and sensual, between your lips, savoring every moment, every shutter, every quake of you, slipping deeper and deeper. Sliding to and fro, my head bobbing, rocking side to side, your hips gyrating. Feeling your hands on the top of my head, running through my short hair, gripping tightly. My mouth, now cover the whole of your sex, licking and lapping , drinking you in, wanting you but wanting to please you even more so. 

Feeling your leg begin to grow weak, I tighten my support, as I continue. My yearning, now more than ever overwhelming me, my mouth as if a frenzy, hearing the sounds of our passion, the wet sounds, the sounds of our breath, the moans and gasps, knowing you are close. I quicken the pace, but I then start to slowly moan while my mouth is on you, letting it build. Louder and louder the vibrations traveling through you, through your sex, up your spine. You head flailing right and left, the sensation staggering you, the vibrations down your legs to the toes causing them to clench. Hearing you pant my name, again and again, louder each time. Your hands gripping tighter with each moment, as I grow louder in you. Then holding as I feel the first wave wash over you as you cry out in ecstasy.

My hands quickly, move to take better hold, knowing what will happen next. As your body shutters and shakes, hips thrusting wildly as your leg begins to give, as wave after wave after wave hits you. Your breathes are labored between cries of bliss. 

Slowly, I let your other leg to the tiled floor, as I rise up, only to take you in to my arms. Effortlessly, I, carry you out, your arms wrapped around me, body still quivering with the aftershocks . Through heavy eyelids you look at me and smile softly, then rest your head on my chest. I take you to get dried off, before taking you to bed. 

As you fall asleep in my arms I place my lips upon your forehead, wishing for you a pleasant night with delightful dreams.



4-4-1 Guys at a Bar



"Guys at a Bar," part 1 of the "It was supposed to be about incest" arc.

Copyright CopperSkink (or Copper's Kink; whatever turns you on), January One, Two Thousand Ten.

All players eighteen and older (even those who don't bring their cards to the party).

Circa 2066 (subject to change depending on how well I organize my notes in the next several months), located in the (fictional) charming town of Rotterdale, North Carolina, halfway up the coast and about ten miles in on foot. Trust me, it's very pretty.

*

"What's up, son?"

"Yeah, boy. You look down."

"Nothin'."

"You're not all fucked up from bein' stuck in Argentina or nothin', are you?"

"That wasn't so bad; it was rough not knowing when we were getting back, but it's not like they beat us down there. We had enough money to eat fresh steak every night."

"So what's eating you?"

"You guys know my sister?"

"Sure. Everyone knows your sister."

"Thanks. I guess I've got the hots for her."

"So do something about it."

"Like what? Fap it off?"

"No, man. Tap that ass."

"You remember I'm talking about my sister, right?"

"Yeah."

"You want me to do what exactly?"

"Fuck her, dude. Only way to roll."

"Would you?"

"Fuck yes, doo. She's fine as fuck."

"Jackass, I mean fuck your own sister."

"Been there, done that."

"Bullshit."

"Strait up, man."

"When?"

"While ago, party. We were both pretty drunk, but we both remembered it in the morning. I ended up getting it again a few days later. 'Twas good."

"Me too, bro. I've done my sister a few times this year."

"You two are so full of shit."

"Psh."

**********

"You told them?"

Oh shit; she looked pissed. Enter a very pissed-off little blond, by the way. It was a few days later, and we was still warming up our usual seats on the patio of the bar.

"How the fuck could you fucking tell them, you fucking prick? Fucking jerk!"

She was beating him with her tiny fists. Rather hard, as it happened. He turned his body and put up his arms, but she was swinging like a little girl possessed. I've seen girl boxers, and this wasn't it. When you're not either of them, it's pretty funny.

Poor girl was such an angel otherwise. You know the "angel" look, right? Never a hair over five-foot-three; short, blond hair with the cutest little ringlets at the bottom; huge, huge baby-blue eyes that looked up at you and made you want to cry; and rather conservative clothing. At least it looked like conservative clothing on her; my sister would've looked like a fucking ho dressed like that. 

But my sister cries black tears of mascara, does her hair in this bullshit ensemble, wears leather wherever it gets made to fit, army boots, and tattoos everywhere. She'd look like street trash getting dressed up for church, which is a regular thing for her. She's an avid Catholic, my sister.

Poor Tiffany took off in such a huff. "But you don't understand!" Sam yelled after her. "This idiot was trying to... so I... wait!" And then she was gone.

Man. To see him turn and come back to us, our smiling faces with our freshly-brushed teeth...

"Bad news, man," one of us said. May have been me. The rest of us were holding back our grins and our snickers. 

In our experience as a four-man lady-watching team, we couldn't agree on whose sister was the hottest. Sam had twelve or some such ridiculous number, and while Tiffany was definitely in the top point-one percent of the population, so were the rest of her sisters, but not for such "obvious" reasons as Tiffany boasted. Dree was another lucky one, with three fine-ass pieces of potential arm-candy, but no one was brave enough to try, and I mean no one. Legs all the way around, but brains on top of brains. Never even went to high school, they were so smart.

Dree's middle sister Ivy was the tallest and probably the sultriest of the three. Is that the right word, sultry? Where the fuck's my encyclopedia... "Oppressively hot and moist, characterized by arousing passion." Yep, that's Ivy. A bit tall for a girl, with easygoing, long brown hair that would wave over her killer green eyes. She had tits just small enough to let the rest of her body share the spotlight, unlike her flat blond sister or her busty red-head sister. 

Ivy was considered to be the dumb one of the three, everyone knew who knew them, but only because she was the one we saw at parties. We all figured the other two were too big of nerds to enjoy a good party, so Ivy, who did, must've been dumber. Didn't drink much, but she knew how to have a good time, only she was known for being more tease and less bite. 

Still, she was no one's fool. Rumor got around that she actually had a PHD, so some fresh guy bet her body against his ride that he could outwit her in some knowledge contest. Ivy showed up at the poor idiot's father's house the next day, demanding why her prize that she won square hadn't been handed over, then she told the dad all about the bet. Poor guy never knew what hit him.

And then there's Sadie. Man, how bad I want a bite of her. As bad as Ivy is, Sadie was known to bite at the bait at a party once in a while, so a few lucky guys knew her name, and I mean personally. To put it in perspective, there are a few pussies out there who want one of those girls who stays a virgin until she gets married. A few less weird ones wait until they graduate, but me? I just want one who graduated puberty. My sister was no different, but being in her own crowd, what could I do?

Back to Sadie. Not legs like Ivy, nor boobs like Tiffany, or oozing corrupt sensuality like my sister, but still, there was something. What's the word? Pom-poms. The cheerleaders at our high school were seriously wicked. For those of us that didn't chill with her brother Bill, everyone knew Sadie as "Honey-Bee," her special cheerleader name. Honey-blond hair, yellow-and-black striped clothes, and a bumblebee backpack. Bubblegum all the time, skirts, sneakers, whatever; she was sexy. She didn't have to work on it because she had sexy cheerleader friends and a reputation, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have it. Girl had it in spades, as they say.

My sister, on the other hand, didn't want attention, but it got her a reputation, and her scorning of geeks and jocks alike made her either a collectable or a taboo depending on who you talked to, which only raised her H-rating even higher to all parties who sang the sorrow of the sickness.

I keep missing my point. Sadie, she puts out, but not for everyone. See, thing is, no one can figure out what her thing is. She fucked the captain of the baseball team but not the quarterback of the football team. She fucked one of her closest friend's boyfriend, but not the other friend's. She fucked a guy on the physics team, but not one from the math team. Just when the jocks started giving up on her, she fucked a boxer. And then another. No one can figure out her game, which means that technically anyone has a shot. There are girls that crave jocks like Roxanne or girls that put out for a cheap compliment like Tiffany, so they're easy targets. But Sadie, she's available, but she's mysterious. That's H-rating right there.

Four sisters, each with their own personal appeal. Sam claims to have trodden the water, as does Bill, but Sam's been there and back, so we all know he knows something about taking a woman to bed. Bill, he's my boy, but he's more for using his eyes than his tongue if you know what I mean.

This is a serious town where serious business goes on, so there aren't a hundred bars around campus like there should be, but there's still Julie's. If you behave yourself you can get a drink there, but you can't get drunk. There's the industrial section out west for bar and club scenes or the city about ten minutes north by train, but we the boys just want to chill on the patio with a few pitchers of beer and watch the trim walk by.

Julie's is located a few miles away from Downtown with some of the larger stores and restaurants. A lot of people liked Downtown for the fact that it was quaint and comfortable and there was no extra-foot traffic except for horses. But if you wanted to watch a piece of ass go by, Julie's was the place to be. Located in the heart of commercial Rotterdale, you had a perfect view of the public transit going hither and yon along with the young hotties that frequented larger, more anonymous shopping locations. Very difficult flirting with the cashier when everyone on the street knows your name and would find out about it half an hour later.

"I'd pee in her butt," Bill noticed after an exceptional heifer walked by. We all agreed with varying interest at the pair of heeled legs and revealing blouse. Probably a chick from out west coming in for a delicious sammich and some shopping for her boss. Also probably not an ounce of brains.

See, there's a problem in this sweet little cove we call "home": The women don't amount to much. Sure, back in the day I wanted a nice cute thing to bed for the rest of my life to call mother of my children, but that died out as my mother divorced and remarried some jerk from Kansas or Montana or something. I tried dating a few times, but the heartless bitches left me wanting nothing more than a quick fifteen minutes alone with the lights out so I could do nothing but feel the body I had lusted after that particular week. After I got my cookies off, all respect for her would be lost to the point that I wouldn't want to look at it anymore. Therefore I could look at someone else for the next week, hopefully bedding her that Friday. Any more than that, and you were in for a world of hurt. Gossip, betrayal, and an empty wallet. Three things I gave up on upon entering college.

We're a small football town, Rotterdale. It's not to say that we all know each other, but there isn't much moving out or moving in going on. Mostly everyone here has lived here most of their lives, so whomever you date is someone you're liable to see for the rest of your life. So it was with Roxanne. Bitch. Calling me twice daily to tell me she loved me within a week of dating, and after two months come to find out she'd been fucking some other guy for a few times a week, more than I was getting. I could've thrown a fit about it like a little kid, and hell, I was a little kid at the time, but there was my sister Becky to help me fume about her and convince me to just start fucking someone else because there were way too many dolphins in the tank to worry about getting yours eaten by another shark that can't help but smell blood in the water.

Come to find out it was more of the same thing with the rest of my posse. We all knew each other in school (besides Dree, of course), but going to school and going to college or a job is two different things. We became fast friends as we were all frequenters of Julie's bar, constantly nursing a frothy mug along with the loss of some dolphin or another that swam away before we could enjoy their rare taste for recreational copulation. Bill, he'd dated one girl all through high school just for her to break up with him because she didn't want to miss out on "life after high school," whatever the fuck that meant. More important than love, obviously.

Sampson, he... well, Sampson was Sampson. He was a bit of a dog back in his high school years, everyone knew, but he came back from the Army different. Not, "I've got through a life change," different, more like, "I can't be bothered trying to impress every piece of well-dressed tail I see," different. Actually, he picked up right where he left off, nailing his two ex-girlfriends as well as his sister in one night. That was another sister. 

Sam never gave a girl the chance to get close, he simply picked one from the masses and used her for as long as it pleased him before moving on. He was only at the bar as much as the rest of us because he needed some healthy masculine company to balance all the pussy he'd been getting. We allowed him in because he was something of a lord amongst men, having nailed two of his own sisters besides a long list of women, none of whom got to him like they'd got to us.

But that wasn't to say he never had bad experiences, which is my topic at the moment. Sam's father is the rather well-known Samson Campbell, whose divorce to his high-powered wife left him with a child and one of the largest houses in town. Rather than reconcile or find a new bride, Samson Campbell proceeded to nail every piece of tail in sight, which was why he had so many children in the same age range, the older Samson discluded. The end of that story is that Sam's the eldest in a house with a large handful of children and no real mother figure. We wonder whether he took it personally, or if he believes he's adopted his dad's method of how to treat women.

Dree was just hopeless. He actually cared too much. No wicked bitch could grind him under-foot so badly that he didn't pick up and try again. Stupid bastard didn't go to high school, is the problem. Billy and I, we're immune to it by now, and Sampson seemed to know at birth, but Dree was always playing catch-up with the way the world worked. Still, he was the nicest out of us by a long shot. I'm glad my boys are good guys, but it's a bit sickening, watching his eyes bore longingly after yet another female he won't even bother to get.

"'Sup for tonight?" he asked.

"Brewer's doing something," Sam said. "Should be bumpin'." I don't know where the hell that man gets his information from since he doesn't go to college or work Downtown, but he's always spot-on. Possibly because he's also brother to the Gossip Twins.

That's just one of their names. Another is "the Trash Twins," or "the Gritty Pair," for those that have ever seen them from a mile away. Yet another reason we revered Sam: He was related to twin sisters, both of whom were considered the sluttiest virgins in the history of Mankind. A bit of a "Bender Free" complex surrounding those two. There was this concert once with the hottest home-grown honey to ever come out of Rotterdale, but tickets were impossible to get. Those that went came back like they had been in the Holy Presence.

And so it was with Cindy and Sara. Easygoing girls, but no matter how close you got to them, you never stopped wanting to fuck them, and you knew you were never going to. Yet another sickness in our town: Worse than girls who put out and switched after leading a guy on were girls that didn't put out at all despite wearing the uniform and playing the part. But we couldn't scorn them; they were Sam's sisters. They were also to fucking hot to scorn; you'd never risk word getting to them that you'd said a foul syllable on them and risk your chance of ever getting one into bed (which would be enough to last a lifetime, but we all openly admitted we wanted both, hopefully at the same time).

The traffic was dying, so we quit our usual chairs at our usual table and bid Jess goodbye. Jess was people with Dree's mom and Sam's dad, so we never had to pay as long as we took it easy with a few pitchers of beer. I think Dree and Sam are fourth cousins or something; they both went to that private school down south that you can only get to by horse. We parted ways, still some of us having a last bite at Sam for getting found out by hot-hot Tiffany, and headed in our own directions.

*****************

I was home in about twenty minutes with the aid of the town-provided streetcars that would take anyone on foot from neighborhood to neighborhood. My mom and Captain Asshole were still at work, which was a reason I took it easy on classes at Laurel in mornings and heavy on the weekends: More time in the house alone during working hours, though it was murder trying to cure a hangover from Friday or Saturday right before getting into six hours of classes the following morning.

My sister was home, thank God in Heaven and the angels above. She and I argued all through childhood, but things never got really bad with us. We went to high school together and everything without embarrassing each other; she's a senior now to my sophomore year in university. Being around her was much cooler once I got into college for some reason, either because I was more relaxed about life or because she was finally maturing, I didn't care. All I saw was that I had my boys at my side, an easy bunch of classes at school, and a cool sister I could chill with at home for a few hours before hitting this party. Speaking of which...

"Hey Beck, you hear of that gig going on tonight?" I asked into her closed room.

"I'm not going to some fruity live music thing with you and your asshole boyfriends!" she snarled immediately. I'm not much for the cheesy musicians that play at the coffee joint either, but it's something to do. But Becky, she has none of it. I swear, she hates both our parents for the simple fact that because of them she was forced to grow up in this little town instead of a huge city where she could have more alternative-lifestyle mates to read shitty poetry about death and kittens to.

"Then why are you all dressed up?" I asked before I even barged in. She was always dressed; at some point I got the feeling that her being in her underwear would simply be too cute, which would have been unacceptable to her. She was painting her toes black (yet again), dressed in a black frill skirt with a black... let's just say there was lots of black.

She didn't seem to notice me barging in, much less mind. "Might go do something; I donno," was her pathetic answer.

"Any which way, it's not fruity live music, it's a party over at Brewer's place, whoever the fuck that is. Thought your asshole boyfriends might be there, so I figured I could give you a lift if you were headed there anyway."

"What the fuck could you lift, you skinny idiot?"

Like I said, we're pretty good pals for the most part, but we're still siblings. I went to get changed so she could dry her toes or whatever in peace.

While I was in the shower, my good old buddy rose to attention. Watching all the ass graze mid-town was nice and Tiffany looked cute as a button as she ran in tears from her unfaithful brother, but damn, Becky's feet are a sight. She's got these ugly black things crawling on them since she got enough money to get inked and she's always doing the black nail polish, but underneath it all is a very cute girl with very cute parts.

I reached around myself rather than get busy with the showering as old habits took over my mind. Living in a house with three other people makes it tough to get your stroke on, so the privacy of the loud shower is always a welcome haven for hidden zen time. First it was Tiffany, blue eyes and all, in my mind as I worked my magic. Then there was the server at Julie's, always a welcome sight. Then came Sadie and Sally, both of whom I'd seen in high school, but I didn't know either of them very well while I was in lack-of-attendance. Ivy was possibly the most agonizing for me, since I didn't know her from high school at all. No, she was a sophisticated college student at the tender age of thirteen, and as such she developed quite a bit of mystique.

It was the pictures of them that really did it for me. Bill carried a picture of Sadie and Sampson had all his hot sisters represented behind his billfold, but the first time I saw them was when the proud guys revealed that they had screwed the little teases, their own sisters.

Their own sisters. That had implications: that a brother could nail the ultimate hottie. I had wanted Becky since I started glimpsing her around high school; for all her protests about rejecting society, she really started working on the way she dressed for public.

I almost asked her for a picture for my wallet once, but I could just imagine it being like, "Hey, I wondered if you wanted to come chill out for a while, just you and me? Maybe get a few pictures taken together..." Yeah, maybe after we both graduated college. She was still a high-schooler, and any interaction with her own flesh-and-blood was still forbidden for that duration. I'd have to get one from Mom instead.




4-4-1 Guys at a Bar Pt. 02



"Guys at a Bar pt2," part 1 of the "It was supposed to be about incest" arc.

Copyright CopperSkink (or Copper's Kink; whatever turns you on), January Four, Two Thousand Ten.

All players eighteen and older.

Circa 2066 (subject to change depending on how well I organize my notes in the next several months), located in the (fictional) charming town of Rotterdale, North Carolina, halfway up the coast and about ten miles in on foot. Trust me, it's very pretty.

*

I abhorred to leave the party so early after such a successful venture, but one look at me tre amici, and I thought of their wallets, and of the pictures within. With the taste of pussy still on my cock, I couldn't help but think of Becky's picture in my wallet with something written on the back to the tune of "Thanks, Derrick, that was the best night of my life," with an imprint of her lips in the midnight purple lipstick she wore.

So off we went, she and I, off to the trolley that would convey us most of the way home once we walked to it, to be followed by another walk lasting a few blocks. She was tipsy, quite tipsy. I could have tried to ignore the smell coming off her, but with my hand on the small of her back guiding her steps, it was hard to avoid the reek of expensive beer and sex.

It should've bothered me that she was sexually active, but I didn't let it; that was one of my angles of being "the good brother". She didn't concern me terribly through my life since she would be there with me, but I always liked her, and now I liked liked her. She felt free to tell me any dirty secrets she might have, but she rarely did.

She was babbling nonsense now and then to tell me she was on the verge of being drunk, but not enough to be serious trouble for "the old people in the house". We snuck in through the side door, and I got her upstairs, and into her bed. I had to stop short of pulling her outer layer of clothes off, but she pulled me close for an appreciative (if chemically aided) kiss, which landed dangerously near my lips.

I got back to my own room next door as quickly as I could, but my heart was pounding out of my chest. I threw off my clothes and threw myself into my bed to deal with the raging erection that had been threatening to expose me to my sister on our walk.

Once my fingers were wrapped around my package, everything was gravy. The cute little girl tasting herself on my finger, then each of my friends' sisters, and finally Becky, showing even pretend affection for me. I had only gotten off once that night, which made the party a technical failure; post-party fapping was something of a shame, but I couldn't get my hand off myself.

Faster and faster I stroked, trying to cure myself of this disease brought on by infected women. Call it cooties; it's all pretty much the same. It was hard to respect them, dressing like they do and then flirting with everyone in sight all night, but it was hard to tell your swollen cock that. All it wanted was for you to feed it as many of them as possible.

And right then, it wanted me to feed it my sister. She was just lying there in bed, hardly able to move from exertion and drink. She had even kissed me, if only just. With just that one sign that she even possibly wanted me, I squirted out far too much messy goodness to be allowed, and finally I could sleep. Sleep, and an early morning for stupid school.

********

Ahh... delicious beer after a boring day at school. And the night before, I got my rocks off pretty good with a chick who was dynamite in the sack, and she never got my number. Life be good. It sucks a little that she got my name, but she was good enough for a second try, if I gave second tries.

"So?"

"So what, motherfucker?"

"Don't give me that innocent look, dickwad, did you score?"

Ah, boys. They can be cute at times. It was almost a certainty that Bill didn't get any at the party, the way he was bugging me. Sam, Sam doesn't give a shit. He pretty much gets his whenever he wants it. As the story goes, his father taught him how. I've been considering taking lessons as soon as I got the cash together.

But Sam, he didn't care whether we got ours. He got his, and he'd just smile down at us, who merely might have gotten laid. Dree almost never got his, and I was about as hopeful as Bill.

"What, that blond? It was alright," I said coolly. No point in sounding too pleased with myself.

"Psh; everyone knows you fucked her," Bill laughed. "I mean your sister."

"Oh, yeah. I actually caught her upstairs with some idiot, but they ran out. I donno what she got up to after that."

"Yeah, but you left with her, and she was pretty sauced."

"She still had plenty of time, though I don't think anyone followed her into her bed, if that's what you're asking."

Bill's face fell to the table and Sam had a good chuckle.

"What're you looking so voluminous about?" Dree snapped at Sam.

Ooh, brave man. Sam wasn't exactly prideful, but he didn't exactly take much shit. Not much at all.

So I was surprised when he clammed up. Turned a few shades of red, too. Now Dree was Sam's cousin of sorts, so he had mocking rights from getting all the dirty secrets from the family, and he was the one out of us who wasn't scared to take a little stab to wound Sam's pride. Sure, we'd make jokes that would threaten a man's sexuality, but not his manliness. That was for the girls. If that wasn't enough, Dree was like four years older than the rest of us. Not that that mattered; four years is huge when you're in high school (try dating a fourteen-year-old when you're eighteen. Shit doesn't work), but it's next to nothing when you're twenty, twenty-one and in college. Becky, she brought home a thirty-five-year-old like eight minutes after she turned eighteen. 

"I take it I missed something," I said with giddy interest. Sam didn't take much heat, and Dree didn't speak up too often. Something was amiss, and I make it my vow to discover what.

"Miracle Man here, guess who he ran into."

Having seen him take four times as much tail upstairs than anyone else that night, I wasn't sure if it mattered who Sam had or hadn't seen. Not even Sultry Sally would spend two seconds on him. Unless...

"No," I stammered with growing amusement and a growing grin.

Sam raised a threatening eyebrow when I glanced at him, but my ears were all for the other two gentlemen at the table.

"Bill? Do this be true?"

"She shows up shaking in her heels," Bill said, joining in on the fun, "spots him chilling with us, and comes charging over."

Tiffany may be the most adorable little girl you've ever seen, but even cute numbers like her can have wicked streaks.

"Right up to the old poker game, eh?"

"Kweh," Dree affirmed. "Started chewing him out, right then and there. I thought I was gonna lose my beer."

"But you managed to keep it down; we even got another pint into you before the night was through," Bill added helpfully, "though you lost that hand, if I recall."

"So Tiffany," Dree continued, "she's all on about broken trust, how his nasty friends..."

"That'd be us, if you weren't paying attention," Bill added again.

"...Would go spilling to their little girlfriends, and all of a sudden everyone would know."

"Didn't stop her from yelling at him about it smack in the middle of a party, did it?"

"I wonder if anyone told her boyfriend."

"Was he even there with her?"

"You know him; high school extra curricula and all that."

"Uh huh. 'extra' curricula."

"No, seriously. The guy's a book-dwerb."

"Poor guy. If only he knew."

Sampson chose that moment to grunt a warning at anyone thinking about making implications about his sister.

"Sam, bro," I said, still with humor written across my face, "you know that in my heart I think Tiff is a great girl, not slutty at all." Calling a man's sister a slut was just uncalled for. "And out of respect for you, I keep her hand out of my pants, but just so we're clear, I don't think she's that much of a challenge."

"Yeah, man," Bill continued, ever-helpful, "without Sally on your list, I don't think you'd qualify as having gone the distance."

"She was there, too," Dree interjected.

"Seriously? How'd that go down?" Now it was getting good, and I was started to get frazzled at my sister for pulling me out of what was turning out to be a pretty interesting pool party. After all, while Tiffany furious with her brother for leaking about their private endeavors was rather interesting, she wasn't all that complicated. Never someone you could take seriously. Salamandy, on the other hand, had a brain; she just happened to love sex, wheres with Tiffany it was more accidental. What made it fun was that Salamandy doesn't really like Sampson and she hates Tiffany.

"And the twins there as well, if I recall," Bill mentioned.

"Dang, full house. Drivved, my man, you were saying?"

"Ah, yes," Dree began, taking on airs of significance with the aid of the atmosphere and his frothy brew, "twas the fortnight of..."

"Ah, can it," Sam blurted out, making the rest of us sputter with ill-concealed mirth. "Who was off with your sister, now that we're on the subject?"

"Me?" I answered innocently, "I already mentioned, didn't I?" True, it was nothing for me to cheer about, but I was good enough to play it off without taking too much flack away from the wounded Sampson.

The drinking done and the day with it, we cheered ourselves and each other one last time before retiring that Saturday to prepare for... you guessed it, another boring day of school. For me, at least. I haven't got a fucking clue what the rest of them do Sunday morning.

******

Fuuuck, my neck gets tired awful fast. I honestly enjoy college classes after surviving the nightmare that was high school, but it seems I cannot escape my fate of continuing to warm an uncomfortable school desk for three hours at a time in pursuit of an education I had yet to discover a use for. My pain was somewhat eased by the constant presence of the crunchable college girls that were taking trig with me. I never get tired of looking at something I don't want, and catching a glimpse down someone's obnoxiously open shirt always brightens my day.

Sunday. Sunday was not the best of days in Rotterdale. Fridays and Saturdays, those were bumping. Sunday was a day of rest. We weren't overly religious; we have a temple and a cathedral and a church. Still, it's... what's the word? "Grownups' Day". They finish with church or whatever and peruse through town rather than work. They even spend time with their kids. Not a good day for hunting scratch, not good at all. With my parents off work as well, it's just time for me to spend in school since there's nothing else worth doing.

And now class is over for the day. Six in the evening, and Rotterdale is back in the twenty-forties, when my parents were my age. Can't even go to Julie's since it's cramped full of old people like everywhere else.

Ergo, Bill's house.

"Hit me."

Dree got a sock on the arm from Sam.

"Bitch."

"Slut."

Somehow Dree still got his card, and he pwned all our faces with his straight.

"I hate me some Sunday, man," Bill complained. He was a pretty good host. His parents were chill when they were around and we got to sample the liquor cabinet. None of us minded seeing Sadie around, except she got used to the three of us crashing Sunday evenings and tended to be somewhere else so she didn't have to hide in her room all day.

"Want to catch a game?"

Being that Rotterdale makes both bread and butter off its huge stadium and arena, there was almost always some kind of event or another on any given day. The first Sunday of every month featured boxing, though the scene was never as hot since the great Rocky Stetzen retired, well before any of us were born.

"Hardly." Bill poured himself another few drops of Drambuie and scoffed at his incoming hand, "I'm never fucking getting laid."

"More for Drivved the great," Dree beamed. Sure enough, a few tossed cards later, he ate up the small pool of antes that could have been bigger if he had kept his foolish mouth shut.

We're not competitive gamblers by any means; we just began throwing extra money down to make the game a little more interesting once upon a time. None of us were rich, only getting small stipends from taking so many classes or baby paychecks from off-and-on jobs, and all we really had to play with after certain modest personal effects was what we called "date money." 

Sure, we hit up parties every once in a while or got lucky out of nowhere, but sometimes a man likes to hit up a fine piece of ass and take her out to a proper dinner in hopes for a bit of late-night fin in a hotel room. Winning on Sunday night meant having enough to go north to a nice dinner at the nice hotel. It may impress the ladies, but it's also about spoiling ourselves by spending other people's money. Especially after winning it from them.

Tonight, Dree was in line for the honors. It rather pissed us off, since he'd probably fuck up whatever date he got if he had the balls to ask a chick out, so our precious money would just fatten his pocket while the rest of us had to put up with our usual sneaking into girls' bedrooms or whatever. 

Sam had it worst, there almost always being someone awake in his house when he tried to sneak in, and his dad was a real pain about his kids bringing anyone over without introducing them to him first. Tended to make sure only real friends and dates got brought over rather than Sam's usually one-night-only fare. Dree, he lived with his mom a few days a week while he went to school; the rest of the time, he was off in the Garden where he grew up. There wasn't much privacy, but you eat pretty well there and there's work for some decent money. Me, I never feel like breaking my back in manual labor.

Oh yeah, point. The four of us don't really have our own places to get laid. Hotel money is a good thing. Now on with the game.

The game was about over when Sadie came back with a few of her harpies. Rather than sit there, subjected to their schoolgirl giggles, we were faster to put whatever we had on the table. In a stroke of luck, I ended up getting a few winning hands in a row and managed to sweep the table.

"Prick," Sam muttered at me, but it could've been Dree.

"Don't deal like a horse's ass next time then," I said comfortingly as I collected my bounty. With my other two boys, I grabbed my shoes and my shirt, polished off my Knob, and headed for the door.

"Good evening, Sadie," I said quite suavely to Bill's sister, even kissing her hand in front of her friends and mine. "Night, bitch," I said over my shoulder to Bill. Ha ha ha.

****

Ahh, the possibilities of a fatty wallet. I'm not afraid of a hard day's work, but I abhor getting a job and a uniform and doing the same boring thing every day. My mom said she'd pay for me to go to school, so I did that rather than get a job. She gives me a little money because she understands that it'd be near impossible to get a job with the hours I have, but in turn her asshole husband cut me off from the fridge except for what I buy for myself. Prick.

"What're you grinning about?" my sister asked me. We don't talk much, so the thing about the party a while ago just died away without ever getting anywhere.

"Nothin', nothin'." I at my roast beast in peace, though I couldn't stop grinning.

"I'm glad you had a good day, dear," my mother added. She and her asshole husband had been off doing their thing that day, so Becky had been enjoying the run of the house until they got back. I wonder where she hides the sheets when she finishes.

Dinner at home was a bit uncomfortable. Since I was forced to buy my own food, I wasn't about to pass up a free meal, even though Mom insisted the family eat together every Sunday evening anyway. It was about the only time all four of us were in the same room. Becky and I never really got used to the asshole, see. Still, only one night a week. Never my favorite night.

The thought of a big pocket of spare change was keeping my spirits up, and it was obviously bugging Becky that she didn't know exactly what was going on in my head. I finished dinner in a timely manner and excused myself without pissing anyone off, and I was off for my room.

Knock knock.

"Go away." Usually it was my mother, if anyone, who came bugging me, but whomever it was, no one minded me acting a little bit of a jerk.

"Lemme in, you jerk," Becky called.

I let her in.

"Teh fuck you want?"

"You were smiling at dinner. It's unnatural."

"Let's just say your big brother's got a hot date set for this Friday," I beamed, more in pride than anything. Money wasn't easy, so having won a good handful of it was a pretty good feeling. That, the waiting to spend it, and the actual spending itself. Then there's the coming-down when you're broke again, but I refuse to think about that now.

"Eew! Who's the fugly bitch? That middle-schooler you fucked last Friday ago?"

So she had been thinking about it. And what the fuck? I didn't bring up me catching her with some loser.

"She was eighteen," I lied. Or not; I honestly had no idea.

Oh fucking shit... I have no idea if she was eighteen...

"You sure?"

"What you want?"

"You want to know how old she really is?" she goaded with the delight of having such a secret to torment me with.

"Not really."

I was getting nervous. I'm only twenty, but laws were getting ridiculous about 'carnal knowledge'. If you were a certain age, you couldn't touch someone a day under eighteen, though a girl a week away from her birthday is more forgivable than one about to turn sixteen. Admittedly I had quite a bit of that 'carnal knowledge' that parents were so afraid of their daughters being exposed to, but still, the town rule has always been that kids can date anyone inside the four-year range. Whether the parents knew that, the kids did. They didn't necessarily tell their parents about it, mind, especially if, say there was a sixteen-twenty?

Still, not good if someone thinks it's funny if the girl I nailed ("made a permanent dent in the bed" more accurately) wasn't quite as ripe as I would've liked for my own safety's sake. It's not really wrong, but you can't ever be too safe. And I, I hadn't bothered to be safe.

She was close to me. Glaring down at me. Her tits weren't popping out of her shirt, but there was quite a show when she bent over to give me the second degree. And those eyes... those ice-blue eyes with that jet-black hair. The contrast draws you to her eyes no matter how hard you try to look down her shirt, and then the rest of her face kicks in, usually little stylings decorating her face done with an eyebrow pencil. Absolutely...

"...Perverted."

"Huh?" Thank God I had been staring at her eyes when my mind wandered off; it wouldn't do to have been caught staring down her chest. Of course thinking that made me glance down. Her eyes were locked on mine when I looked back up.

"You're nothing but a dirty pervert," she repeated. "What if she got pregnant?"

Okay, enough. "Now you're just being silly," I snorted, standing up suddenly. 

She was in the middle of a smart-ass smirk that said she knew better than I did about something, but my sudden leap forward made her stumbled. She fell back on her ass; I went with her in trying to catch her; it was a rather marvelous display of heroics on my part. Perhaps she'd rethink her high opinion of me. "You alright?"

She shoved me away and got up on her own. "You just better hope Mom doesn't find out what you did," she snapped on her way out.

To think that her lips were so close to mine and I didn't do anything about it kept me up that night. I was rock-solid, and I couldn't bear to drain the pressure out, so obviously perving over my own sister. Last night was one thing, but a second time? No, that'd be too weird, wouldn't it?




4-4-1 Guys at a Bar Pt. 02



But still. Sam did it, that much everyone knew. His sister, that is, not his hand.

We thought he'd been bragging hot air, but the way Tiffany blew up at him, it was too obviously true. Was it possible? Was it? And if that line could in fact be crossed, perhaps Sam's case wasn't unique. Perhaps Sadie, that hot-and-cold fox that thought of her brother more of a scratching post than a pillar of might, had in fact given herself to him, alcohol aside. Bill can be full of shit when it comes to women, but there was a twinkle in his eye that was indistinguishable from Sam's. Were there more? Would I get my turn? Could I?

Keeping my hand off my equipment was more painful than had imagined. I almost humped a hole into my sheet, but reminding myself that I'm not the one to do my own laundry seemed to save me. For that night, anyway. After that, images of Becky in her rare moments of simple booty shorts and my old wife beaters, sitting on the washing machine, swinging her bare feet and blowing bubble gum...

God, I've got it bad.

***

So much to do. So much to do, yet so difficult to choose. Rotterdale is a small place, so the townsfolk tend to know one-another, but since some of the biggest pioneers of the new wave green public transit movement lived in this town, we were wired in to the major tracks leading to the big cities. 

Not just a tourist attraction for some of the boxing and modeling celebrities we'd grown here, but our Downtown was one of the best in the area, being outside of the local metropolitan influence, and we were something of a straight shot between Raleigh and the beach. Ergo, always someone new to look at. To hunt. I'm a headhunter. It's how I get down, baby.

Too many new faces. Too many options. Makes me freeze up. All an enterprising young malchik like myself wants is five or so fins to choose from, but I've got a hundred today it seems. To shorten my options, I'll stick in one spot: The beach. 

Loveliest beaches on the east coast were right on our doorstep. It wasn't summertime, but who gives a shit? There was still shopping and walking to be done. Since this bit of land went environmentally friendly, people are on their feet more often, and the beach was practically dragged closer to their feet with the introduction of mass transportation without the heartbreak of public parking.

I found myself an empty seat on a tiny table in a French café. The owners were French, so they could give less of a fuck if you sat in their chair all damned day long, but it was a courtesy to buy at least a mug-full when you sat down. It was a small price to pay for delicious, quality product, what you come to expect being so close to Rotterdale Proper. 

The primary advantage I was looking for from this spot was the view. If I stretched my legs just a bit, I'd get sand on my feet. I could see the whites of people's eyes when they got licked by the mild waves. There was decent trim this time of year, and it was a hot day.

This all seems like a rather do-withoutable bit.

Giggling drew my attention; a pair of blue eyes glanced at me from under a frame of dark red hair. Holly Childer, Dree's sister. Rumored to be turning eighteen in about eight minutes, but no one had the balls. Her older sister Kairi was more of a reclused, blond mouse that no one found attractive despite her credentials, but Holly looked like she'd break you in half with one innocent, blank stare.

Always wore the same style outfit: Long, black sleeve-gloves, black thigh-high socks under a pleated skirt or summer dress, and a black headband that kept her chin-length, straight red hair out of her face. Had one of those bodies that looked like it would break your heart when it dropped.

Our eyes locked. My crotch stirred. Firstly, she was Dree's sister. Second, she probably didn't know if she recognized me, even after I gave her a small nod of acknowledgment. Third, Ivy's as bad a sister as Sally, Becky, and Sadie, and therefore talks shit about me and the boys to everyone who'll listen, so my H-rating is probably ruined to Holly. Shame. Not that I needed it, but that's not a body you turn down, nor is the hair.

Her I know damn-well ain't eighteen yet. The last one, that was a mistake. Holly, I had my eye on, but so did half of the senior class of Rotterdale that would be freshmen in high school by the time she became of age, by which time she'd be (supposedly) working on her doctor title and probably helping teach whatever classes those boneheads taught. Me, I had an angle, being her brother's friend. But then that would be relationship territory, which spells death for my friendship with Bill. Why risk all that for a beautiful girl that I don't know? That, my friends, is the time you think with your upper brain. On with the story.

She was with a couple friends. They saw our mutual recognition, and they possibly inquired after me. I'd probably get the "friend-of-a-brother" treatment on her word, which wasn't the best of situations, but it wasn't impossible. Still, when you're out hunting heads, it's best to keep it simple. Find someone who doesn't know anyone you know. It can get hard after a while when you're on the same college scene, hence the beach.

I only wanted to do some studying today to see if the same faces popped up a few times. They were either regulars, or vacationers. I wanted someone who was just passing through, who was either staying at a hotel or had a place another town over.

So it vexed me a little bit when I saw a face I couldn't resist. Dark brown hair and icy blue eyes. Her outfit was more typical of the cityfolk, but the resemblance to my sister was only too obvious. I threw the idea away, but it kept jabbing at the backs of my eyeballs over the next few hours.

The café served a few food items, so I kept my hunger sated while I watched. I came with money to spend on a good date with a carefully-selected female, and snacking was part of that budget. One of the few times I would eat out, no matter how good the victuals are in this town. "May I sit down?"

I looked up into a pair of icy blue eyes. Eyes so clear and colorful amidst a sea of dark hair, your own eyes were drawn right to them. Breasts, not bad. Her hips were grown in. Dressed smart, but a little flashy: A young professional who hadn't forgotten how to have fun. She could be wild on the weekends and pop however many Vicaden she needed to appear immaculate for her board meeting first thing Monday morning.

"Please," I offered, standing up and pulling a chair out for her. This display of male-to-female respect was more of a learned behavior than a personal preference. Besides, I was shopping. This is when you're supposed to be charming, and who am I to turn a dolphin down that comes to my shore?

"Have you eaten here before?" I asked her when I passed her a menu.

"No," she said as I guessed she would. "I work in Raleigh, but I decided that I was finally gonna use the train pass I have to go to the beach and relax, seeing as it's pretty much right next door."

"On a Monday?" I called the garçon over and selected a pair of samplers I thought she might enjoy.

"My days are odd," she explained, "and I've only got four shifts in a week."

"Must be a nice job."

"It's a start; I don't know if I'm gonna stay in the company, though."

She was easygoing and not a complete idiot. Add that she wasn't hard on the eyes and didn't live in town, and I'd say I'd already found a winner.

"You got tomorrow off, too?" I asked boldly. The ice wasn't exactly broken, but if I wasn't going to get anywhere with this chick, I wanted to know now so I could move forward or move on.

"...Yeah, why?"

"I was just thinking, I was gonna go chill out up north for a bit, poke around a bit. Since you've already got a train pass, thought you could come along and goof off if you weren't up to anything too serious." Bless those train passes. I heard horror stories of it taking half a day to get a few dozen miles south on those horrid buses they used to have a few years ago. Now that the new mag-lev was installed coast-to-coast, you could get across the damn country in seven hours with a universal train pass.

"Aaand... what does that have to do with me taking tomorrow off?" she asked coyly, but her absent-minded, slow stirring of her coffee was a green light for me.

"You know; maybe if you wanted to get a couple drinks, make a night of it..." Ooh, I was playing it cool. Her eyes were doing the little "decision" dance. She needed more bait.

"Thing is, I usually go up there anyways, maybe once a month, treat myself a little bit. Wouldn't hurt nothin' to have a little company."

Her eye movements quickened; she was considering. Bingo. "Sure, why not?"

***

"It's kinda nice, you know? Causal dates like this."

"Totally." Turns out she had been pretty good company while I did my usual thing walking through the lesser city of "up north a ways." She didn't complain about anything, didn't spend the entire time on the phone, shared in the experience rather than just follow me everywhere or drag me everywhere. We ended up in the big hotel where all the big-scale parties end up that Rotterdizzle can't facilitate. They employ a pretty good executive chef; part of the fun about having such a budget is that you can get a room and dinner. I offered to pay for hers, but she picked up hers and mine since I had already reserved the room.

"You can just have a good time with someone you don't know, then forget about it the next day if you want to. Unless there's something special, you know?"

"Pretty much," I agreed. How nice. I didn't have to explain anything the next morning before we parted ways.

"Unless... you know, you're looking for a steady thing?" Always a catch.

"With you? Nah." Whoops. Made her frown. "I mean, you're really cool, but I think my sister would kill me if she saw you."

"Did I anger her god or something?" she asked with a short laugh.

"Nah; it's just you kind of look like her." I leaned in close to whisper, "I kinda have this thing for her. Awkward."

She had leaned in to listen, and she backed up when I had done, and with a laugh. "That's kinda cool, a little kinky." She was smiling widely, her tongue moving through her teeth to taste my scent in the air. Slightly narrowed eyes of a satisfied lioness. Bingo. Loosen the bolts a little bit. Keeps things open if you want to get a little more rompy at night.

"But I'm having a great time with you, really," I added. "I'm glad you sat down with me earlier today."

"How could I not, you staring at me for who knows how long?"

"Was I?"

She paid the check, and up we went. This hotel is really cool, by the way. The rooms all have themes. There are time-zone ones and cultural ones. We were staying in eighteen-fifties France since we met in the French café.

"This place is great!" she exclaimed. "Do you come here often?"

"What the fuck kind of question is that?" I joked. But honestly, does a girl really have to ask how often a guy stays in a hotel? Odd point real quick: They know you're no virgin, but do they really want to think you've got a new bed buddy every week? No, they want to feel rare and special. Funny thing, being that they're not, and they wouldn't keep you around a moment longer than it took them to figure out you weren't placed on the planet for advancing them in the world. It's a sickness women have.

Instead of bantering with her, I turned her around and kissed her. She was open to the idea, and held me gently as our heat worked up together. We had been building on sexual tension all day, and it was steaming out from both of us. I would have loved to undress her out of working pumps and a skirt, but I had to deal with boring white sneakers and day jeans.

Once she was de-pantsed, I set her on the bed and got to rubbing her pussy through her boring patterned panties.

"My my, you work fast, don't you?"

"Not really," I countered, "I just thought I'd do something different."

"Your room; you're the boss."

I like this girl's attitude. I might even get her number.

I kept rubbing her panties and kissing her, and her hands were equally quick to get to my own pants. Once I got her decently wet, I dropped down in front of her, slid one leg out of her panties, and went to work on her pussy.

Sweet, this girl. You never know if they shower the day before or what, but she was neatly trimmed, clean, and fresh. Very delicious. Some girls look alright on the outside, but they forget to take care of the basics.

I ate her with a bit of vigor. It's not my favorite, but I wanted to do something special to this girl.

She took it for a while, but in about three minutes she was calling for my cock. "Stay right there," I suggested, and I crawled up to the head of the bed and stuck my dick in her mouth, telling her, "touch yourself."

From my position, I could get things moving a little faster if I wanted to, plus I liked to touch her arm to feel her fingers moving inside herself. There's just not enough female masturbation in the world.

Then I fucked her, and I came in her mouth. She said she liked the taste.

"I don't normally do this, but turn over."

"I'm not that kinky."

"Come on, we've got all night. I want to give you a massage."

And so I did. When I didn't go anywhere near her tail end, she was quite surprised, though I can guarantee you that by that time she was looking for it subconsciously. We were ready for another one, but all I would do was eat her out again, which I kept up until she came pretty hard. She said she'd suck me off for a while more, but I encouraged her to keep it up once she got started, so she got me to come again, and again she swallowed.

"I like the taste," she shrugged.

"Believe me, I'm not complaining. Shower before our third go?"

"Love one. They got a spa tub?"

"Bubbles and sparkling wine included."

**************

"I fucking hate men!" Slamming doors, ect.

Hmm.

Hi, people. Me again. It's a few days or something since the hotel, now I'm back home, enjoying some quiet moments of reflection. Then my sister comes home, shouting because she'll cry if she doesn't.

A few ways to go, here. One, I play the sensitive brother who's "different" from the rest of the assholes my poor, disillusioned sister knows. Two, I can be one of the assholes by way of taunting her for been a poor, teenage victim to the more mature caste of our sick little town. Three, I can mind my own business, knowing full well that my sister in a bad mood is enough to make a grown man (me, in this case) cry.

Knock knock...

"WHAT?"

Only for her. Still, makes you wonder whether this was such a good idea. "Beck? Do you wanna talk?"

I know; I'm asking for it. But try to understand, this girl, this sister of mine, has been starting to infiltrate my dreams at school.

"No." The rejection had come fast and hard. With our parents gone, I knew she was doomed to cry in her room for the next twelve hours, possibly running up the electricity bill in the meantime.

"Maybe I can help," I offered anyways. "I couldn't help notice that it was the demon known as 'man' that you're upset at. Being one of them, I may be able to shed some light. Maybe help you understand a little? Might make you feel better?"

We haven't been scribing all our adventures, the boys and I, but I think that was the sappiest thing I've ever said. One of the reasons we don't tally is because we boys don't share these more "tender" sides of ourselves with one-another.

The door clicked open. There's my sister, looking like a goddamned beauty queen. Eyes red, but not teary. Breaks my heart in half, really it does. I may wave an "anti-woman" flag once in a while, but my sister doesn't count. She's way too cool.

She stared me down as though I was really "one of them," but I used every ounce of compassion I usually stow away and threw my arms around her.

"Derrick, what the fuck?" she exclaimed in alarm, but I ignored and hugged. It took a few seconds, but she ended up giving me a few pats on the back of her own, if only to get me off. "Away," I should say.

She parted from me and took a seat on her bed, asking, "What I wanna know is, what gives you fuckwads the right to..."

Instead of letting her build up a head of steam that might work against me, I hushed her up. "Let's go downstairs," I suggested quickly. "Mom and Assfest won't be back for a long time."

"What the fuck for?"

I asked her again, and she resisted more, but eventually she warmed up to the idea of doing something productive rather than tear up on her own for some endless hours like had happened plenty of times already. Me, I've shed a few tears of my own back in my high school days. Wasn't pretty. Becky, she was always pretty cool about it.

I sat her at the kitchen table and got a big-ass bottle of vodka. Good stuff that we boys get when we want to do some real drinking. Bill's place has every kind of good stuff; but over here, we're not supposed to drink. I get myself cranberry juice, tomato juice, shit like that you can put vodka in.

After taking a few shots, Becky seemed to be more relaxed. I was getting there as well, and at some point I put my hand on her thigh. A harmless gesture, the part of me wanting to provide physical comfort for her.

"Who was it?" I asked in due time.

"Some prick from your school," she spat, instigating Laurel University in the crime. "Why the fuck don't you guys pick on girls your own age?"

Oh dear. It seems as though my once-innocent little sister, while knowing full-well she plays the game as I do, has discovered the deeper secrets that plague our town: The Rotterdale Sickness. Do I tell her about it, or do I shush her with more comfort and more booze, then put her to bed?

"Because girls our age are all fucking their professors or their managers," I said simply. "Or the upperclassmen if everyone else is taken.

"Go fuck yourself."

I patted her on her thigh a bit, and the alcohol was helping her slouch in her chair. "I'm serious, Beck. Guys in this town are evil, but so are the girls. In college, all the chicks are taken up by older guys, usually married, or jocks or whatever. So yeah, you high school girls are kind of all there is left."

She scoffed.

"What? Like you're so busy dating high school boys?"

"At least college boys are out for an education or something," she admitted. "High school boys, they're just trying to get into the college parties, but they're not afraid to talk to girls like me, but only to get into our pants."

"So we're agreed? Everyone's equal trash all around?"

She agreed. We both drank to it and laughed it off. With a serious look in her hooded eyes, she asked, "Why can't I meet any nice guys like you, Derrick?" I got nervous about my hand being on her thigh, but she placed her hand atop it, encouraging me to grip her. This was getting dangerous.

But I couldn't help but scoff at her ridiculous claim. "Me? Nice?"

"Yes, you." Those adorable blue eyes again. That outfit, those boots...

"I gave up being a nice guy a long time ago."

"How come?" For once, she looked like she wasn't thinking about her own problems. She had turned her chair towards mine and scooted in, effectively driving my hand further up her naked thigh, dangerously close to her "I'm too mature for high school to cover my legs" skirt.

It was difficult for me to think, what with her warm skin resonating with her heartbeat under my hand. She and I, we didn't do much bonding like this, but there've been occasions. But her, gazing up at me, genuinely interested in what I had to say, leaning forward just so slightly, I just couldn't concentrate. 

I purposefully rubbed her thigh some more instead, giving me something to concentrate on. "I donno, Beck." The frill of her skirt was in reach. Alcohol or whatever, I started playing with it; her fingers slid around my wrist so she could still hold my hand without disrupting me. She watched with me, but she was still curious to what I had to say. "I guess I got tired of looking and never finding a catch like you."




4-4-1 Guys at a Bar Pt. 02



Her eyes brightened up right away. "You think I'm a catch?" she asked. "Really?" She scooted even further off her chair so that my hand slid under her skirt all the way to her hip. I subconsciously held her from the other side with my other hand as well as I turned to face her squarely; she seemed to be loving the attention than being put off at where her brother's hands were. But instead of the refute I expected, she was holding my elbows. It was the first time she had let go of her glass.

"Let's be honest, Becky," I said through the pounding of my heart. Probably the vodka, hard at work. "You're beautiful, I love the way you dress, you're not stupid, and you're not mean. You've never been mean to me, that is. Not really." Sure, she and I have had sibling's spats, but we were always on the level. 

"Sure, there are girls who aren't empty-headed and look good, but they're all back-stabbing, heartless witches. Not you, though." Smooth, Derrick. Award-winning.

The damnedest thing happened. She leaned forward, tits trying to spill out, and kissed me.

No, not on the lips. On the cheek, somewhere. Like a sister that had just gotten the best advice from her loving older brother. With one last shot of medicine, she hopped up with new energy and fucked off back to her room.

And here I am, sitting alone in the kitchen with a boner trying to scream through my pants.

Phone.

*****************

"Nice one, Dree."

"Go farnque yourself, clunt-stubble."

Dree took his second shot, and the ball bounced off the rim like it had the first time. Sam caught the rebound, giving Dree and himself a second go around.

Our game had gone on for the better part of two hours before Sam's girlfriend called. I think it was his girlfriend. He answered when she called, which was damn-near proof enough that's who it was. It's just that he never said anything about having a girlfriend and he slept around enough for all three of us, his own sisters aside.

The other two guys and I parked our tired asses on a bench to laugh at the disposed. But as though on-cue, my own phone started ringing. I repented getting the fucking thing ever since my mother gave it to me shortly after graduating. "It's for safety while you're in college, Son," was the excuse.

"What?"

"I wanted to... umm..." My sister. It's not like she never called me before, but that she'd come looking for me rather than pick up a phone. I was usually always at the college, Julie's, or one of the guys' houses, so I wasn't hard to find to begin with.

"Becky? Problemo?"

"I wanted to... shut up!" Someone next to her had said something smart-assed to her, but something struck my attention: She was nervous. Anxious. Jittery of voice. "I wanted to tell you that I love you, and that I really appreciate what you did for me last week."

"Yeah, sure," I said absentmindedly, trying to play it off for my audience.

The phone was silent for several pointed seconds.

"Beck?"

"..."

I checked the connection. Still working. While we're not on the level of some of the machines they have for employees of the Garden like Sam's and Dree's parents, but dropping calls was almost unheard of in decades.

"Well, I love you t..."

"...My friends told me."

I wasn't used to her interrupting me, so the shock of it hit me before the shock of it. Dree and Bill both marked out somewhat silently; I knew I was set to be in quite a bit of trouble that night, and we hadn't even established what it was my sister's friends had told her. Even Sam, who's girlfriend was outgabing into his ear on speakerphone so he could listen-in on my over-loud phone conversation.

"...Told you what?" I asked as innocently as I could, having to ignore my so-called "buddies" as well as I could. Funny how they had your back except for when a woman had you by the balls. Then you were their mocking-chain.

"About you. About me. Why you were being so nice to me."

My cheeks flushed quite thoroughly. Suddenly, I was wishing I didn't keep the volume on my phone quite so high. Too bad it didn't occur to me at that moment to turn it down.

Anyways, there's me, heart beating out of control, thinking a million different things at once. She knew? She was calling to let me know? Calling to tell me she loved me? That she appreciated me? She knew?

Wait, she knew?

How could she know?

Unless she doesn't know, and she's playing with me.

"Come on, Beck. Don't be..."

"You don't have to pretend. They heard about it from your friend."

I didn't even have time to think about it. The most deadpan glare consumed my face and turned to meet the suddenly-preoccupied, big-mouthed Bill.

"What?" he asked. You could almost believe he didn't have anything to do with it.

"...Derrick? Are you there, sweety?"

"Pffffffffttt..." Dree and Bill exploded together. Sam, still a bit further down, was pfffting into his conversation with some girlfriend we've never heard of. I almost didn't notice, for Becky had never used such an endearing term for me before. I honestly thought she was incapable of it.

"I'm here," I reminded my suddenly-very-interesting sister, but my glare of doom still reminded Bill he was in hot water. "Who told you? And what did whoever it was say, anyway?"

"Okay, it wasn't technically your friend, but my best friend heard it from this guy, who said he hung out with your friend's uncle's step-son's..."

I lost track at about that point. Wait, did I say "lost track"? I meant, "lost interest". While she was blathering on, I completely forgot what she was talking about. Yet another reason I don't have a girlfriend. The girls in this town, they have a sickness. Phones are a part of it. Seriously; there's a ban on children under the age of eighteen owning phones. You legally have to have a high school diploma to purchase one; they have licenses with pictures and your address and everything.

"So it's not really his fault, and I didn't really mean to..."

"Wait, Beck, what on Earth are you talking about?"

"It's okay, D-Derrick. I know you... like me."

Back on my side of the phone, it was getting ridiculous. Bill and Dree were just at the point where it couldn't get any better. They just sat there, self-satisfied grins on their faces, each word just more money in the bank.

"Of course," I said before they could get even more annoying. "It's my job, you know? What kind of brother would I be if I didn't..."

"...And I've been thinking all week long. About you."

That shut them up. Now we were in dangerous territory. Suddenly I was glad I hadn't turned the phone down. Sampson casually hung up on his girlfriend to shamelessly listen-in at less distance. Hell, even I was hooked in, hanging on every word.

"...And I wanna do it."

"Umm... what?"

"...Will you be home tonight?"

"Umm... yeah. What'd you have in..."

"Great." Click.

And at last, empty silence. Dead air. Soon to be a ringing nothing that irritated my ears more than the nonsensical chatter of a hundred high-school girls in the middle of class time.

What the fuck just happened?

And let's not forget my mates. Bill, Dree, and Sam were all as much in a daze as I was. Their faces all confirmed that it wasn't my imaginary friend I was talking with on the phone to feel good about myself.

"Good game, blokes," Sam said after the moment of silence. "Drinks, yeah?"

"Finally joining the club," Bill said before following Sam off to the bar, a brisk pace away from the park, "good man."

Dree threw an arm over my shoulders to help return the feeling to my body, and with his help, I got moving again. "Just treat her good, alright?" he offered while I wobbled off after the two others. "This one's your sister."

**************

Ahh, Julie's: Savior of my life, purveyor of delicious beer. "I'll has another one, pls," I said to the cute bartendress.

"Isn't that about enough for you, guy?" the cute pair of eyebrows wrinkling in concern for me asked.

"Can't feel nothin' yet. Gimme 'nother one."

"His parents just died," Sam said with an assumed visage of absolute sorrow and a pat on my hand. Everyone else looked at him awkwardly, wondering what hat he'd just pulled that bullshit from, but it garnered me another beer. I raised it in his direction before choking on it.

Things were still so fuzzy. All my life, I had wond... for the past eight years or so of my life, I had wondered what it would be like to have sex. Then I had sex. With a total slut. Phenomenal in bed, but only the first two or three times. After that, it was the fall-back girl. Then, the girl who wasn't a complete pushover like the fall-back, someone like Roxanne in terms of kissing ability, but not in slutitude. Then, it was the search for the nice girl. Nowadays, and by that I mean the last few weeks, I only see my sister.

Sweet, delectable Becky. Fantasy after fantasy starring her tried to make their ways to the forefront of my imagination, only now they dared where they had never dared before with the sudden thought that maybe, someday soon even, that I would, in fact, be getting into the same bed as Becky, and not for comfort during thunderstorms. 

With each delicious beer I consumed, the fantasies got more wild. I didn't dare think about one for more than a moment, refusing to get my hopes up; but in came another, even better. After my eighth beer, it was me and Becky lying naked on her bed with the black sheets, eyeing one-another.

"You gonna be alright, dude?" Bill asked.

"Fine," I slathered. No one said anything back.

Huh?

I pulled my droopy head up to see why I was being ignored. Bill wasn't looking at me, he was looking at Dree. "Wussamatter?" I asked in my prime of championship linguistics.

"Dree's thinking of dropping out the club," Sam said with something of a snigger.

"Out? Whachoo mean, out? Thur ain't no out; whachoo talkin' 'bout?" After all, once you were in, you were in. It's not like you can unbed your own sister. Who would want to in the first place?

Sam got a sock on the arm; Dree had to order a new beer. "I donno, man. Just haven't heard from her in a few days. Been meaning to ask Mom about it."

"Whfoo?"

"His sister, man," Bill offered most helpfully. "Ivy. He thinks she took off."

"You think she took off," Sam corrected. "That lucky prick's probably just getting a week-long three-way."

"Three? Week? Wuh?" The alcohol suddenly seemed feel like little more than a few beers as the conversation's logic-o-meeter unexpectedly took a turn for the basement.

"You know, his other sister's new boyfriend. You know how tight them girls are."

"Huh?"

"Ivy's been gone awhile," Dree himself explained. "Maybe out with Holly after all, but probably not, seeing as she's been pretty 'handy' with Troy for the last week or so. Holly's new boyfriend," he added before I could get even more lost.

"So Holly's busy; maybe she's with Kairi. You think about that?"

Dree contemplated that for a while by staring into his beer. "I donno. I don't see her much. In fact, haven't seen her in about..."

"...A week?"

"Shaddap, Slam."

***********

I was home before I knew what hit me. Mom and Assfuck were home, but I avoided. Upstairs, shower. No, dizzy. Best lay down a while. Maybe even a nap.

************

...And then, morning. Hangover. Pain. Water. Bright light. Fuck.

The shower didn't take any of the pain away. Neither did the jug of clear goodness from the tap kept in the bathroom for upstairs refreshment. At least by then I was thinking a little more clearly.

Oh, fuck. Becky.

"Beck?" I asked at her door. Quietly. Mom and Asshat were still around in an undisclosed location. "Look, I'm sorry about last night. If you wanna talk or anything..."

How silly do I feel, standing outside my sister's door like a whipped puppy, still in my towel and (very masculine) slippers? Sillier and sillier with each moment, that was for sure.

Why wasn't she answering?

Now I feel silly and shitty. What the fuck was I thinking, getting drunk on a night when my sister most especially asked for my attention? I don't know exactly what she wanted to get up to, but it was still completely rude of me. And here I'd just convinced her that I wasn't a complete jerk like the other men she had ever met.

"Becky? I'm sorry..."

"Sorry about what?"

Fuck off, dickshit. "Help you with something?" I asked a bit more politely to my stepfather.

He stood there obstinately, waiting for me to explain myself or else finish my business with Becky with him still standing there. But I did neither; I turned to face him and waited with my eyebrows up, waiting for him to say whatever he was going to say.

He had nothing more to add, so he took his shitty brown coffee and departed for other known systems. I don't break the peace in our house, but that doesn't mean I tolerate any shit from him when he feels like being a nosy bitch. Never have. Since he married my mother and moved in, he started making payments on the house, paying bills, buying groceries and shit, which meant he had a say on what went on under the roof, so I couldn't disrespect him to his face, no matter how much he deserved it. 

I don't know what my mother ever saw in him, or sees in him still, but I made it more or less clear that he's to stay out of my business, seeing as I'm pretty much a tenant that just stays in my room whenever I'm home. Just because he knows I don't like him doesn't make it worth it for him to spend extra time getting his nose into my business.

Still, Becky said nothing. I tried the knock once more, and still nothing. Best go about my business and wait for her to be ready to talk.

***************8

"So?"

"So, what?"

"Fuck off with your 'so what'; tell us the goods."

"Excuse me, do you gentlemen mind waiting another hour for my lecture to be over?" the inept professor asked.

Do you people want a quick summation of the sequence of events, or should I just say I got on to class with my nosy mates?

"Yeah, was it good?" Bill asked over the interruption. Technically he wasn't in that class with me, but he and Dree saw fit to join Sam and myself to find out exactly what had happened the night before.

"She never came home last night," I said in my indoor voice.

That didn't quite shake them off, but at least they wouldn't find out that I had fallen asleep before I could find whether or not she was actually there or not.

Still, I thought that perhaps there was a ring of truth in my little white lie. What if she hadn't come home last night? What if she wasn't even there that morning? But what kind of sense would that make? Why would she go through all the trouble to... oh. 

A set-up. Get me on the phone with all her friends nearby, get me to admit I had a crush on her, invite me into her bedroom that night; then have a good laugh about it, still with her friends; when I started asking in a very meek voice why I wasn't getting any of what I was pseudo-promised.

Women.

I felt like getting drunk again, so I led the charge back to Julie's before waiting for the pompous professor to finish his lecture Sam and I weren't paying attention to anyway. Jess was clearly flirting with me as she served me and the boys; but then, she flirted with all the guys at the bar. On the other hand, my boys and I are the only ones that don't tip on account of our parents pay. Or Sam's dad or Dree's mom, either way.

I tried to ignore the flirting as casual noise. I was too disgusted with women for the moment, but that only lasted for my fifth beer.

***********8

"Fucking hell, five times?" Jess asked with marked incredulity some five hours later.

"Comes with the territory, baby," I said in a rather unimpressed voice. I had always had an eye on her, but it only just occurred to her to have my way with her. Something about trying to heal the sickness by injecting my semen into it. Maybe I was reading a little too much into my human bio class.

Why the hell would my sister do that? I thought we were close. If not close, then at least amenable. Not far apart enough for her to run me through the ringer like that. If we really were close, then such a joke might have been a friendly precursor to something nice. Not necessarily sex-related, but something intimate.

When the hell was she going to get home?

"You want me to walk you back to the trolley?" I offered Jess after she recovered from my last plowing.

"Actually, is it cool here if I stay the night?"

"Uhh... I donno..." It's not like I've never had a girl overnight, but getting caught wasn't pretty. She'd have to wait until the old asshole left before she could even leave my bedroom safely.

"My parents aren't being too cool right now, but I'd understand if..."

"It's alright," I submitted. It wasn't my favorite plan, but a little morning gnocchi wasn't terrible. For a moment, I thought that being walked in on by my sister, who wondered why I had stood her up for the past two nights, only to find me in bed with another woman. Part of me didn't want to look like the asshole who would shut her down like that. The other part of me wanted her to get the idea out of her head that I was some pushover she could pull a fast one on.

I gave up the sappy side of myself long ago. Nearly fell for it with Becky, too.

If only I was sure which side of the field she was playing on.

**************

A week went by.

************8

The news that my sister was probably dead was too much to bear. I want so much to go to her, but she hasn't even been found yet. Only the tell-tale remnants of the car they were in and a long, long drop down. It would take a day to get recovery equipment down that cliff. 

They would have sent an emergency helicopter, but with the sheer distance down a grade like that, there was no point. Even if they did, a helicopter wouldn't've been able to rip through a car crushed into a pancake from the fall.

I couldn't think properly. Everything I saw was mildewy fuzz. All I could hear was irritating buzzing. People that I passed by looked at me awkwardly as I stumbled down the street to my house from the trolley station.

The parents were home. I had to sneak upstairs to avoid them. They'd hear the news in their own time. All I wanted was to fall on my bed and die.

I started crying the moment my door shut behind me. I couldn't make it to the bed; I collapsed right there, bursting into tears. Everything we had been through, everything we were supposed to do together, it was all gone. Nothing but wasted memories.

Still, the human heart persists. I got up out my bed, threw open the window, and stared out into the sky. "I don't know who's listening," I said in my cracked voice with my dry tongue, but being that whoever I was trying to reach in my hysteria would mind, "but my sister can't be dead. Please, I don't want her to die. Please."

Forever passed. I think about two hours total. I wasn't done feeling sorry for myself, but I at least wanted to sprawl on the bed so I wouldn't be cramped on top of everything else.

"I never knew you cared."

I couldn't believe it, but my heart did when it jumped clear out my throat. There next to me, in my bed, was certainly a hot figure. She must've been been in there all night, listening to me cry at the window.

A few quick hands searched to find a naked body about the size of my sister, with hair about the same as my sister's.

"Is it really you?" Brilliant line, Derrick. Smooth as shit.

Lips pressed up against mine. Someone I've never kissed before, but my body knew to believe before I did: My sister was kissing me.

"Any more dumb questions?" she asked. No mistaking that sugary-sweet voice. Those supple, subtle curves my fingers recognized from the faintest touches of long ago.

"I'm so fucking glad to see you," I said with the biggest hug I could think of.




4-4-1 Guys at a Bar Pt. 02



"Don't hug me, kiss me," she corrected. I was only too happy to oblige.

Her lips were the sweetest heaven I could ever imagine. Soft, delicate, warm, and moist. No lipstick getting between us. Soon, her even more moist tongue licked at my lips with such slow, gentle swipes a few times before she pulled just far back enough that I could still feel her breath on my lips.

"What do you want to do to me?" she whispered.

"I want you," I hissed, aiming for another kiss, but she pushed me away.

"Tell me."

"I'm gonna screw you into next Sunday," I said with growing passion, throwing an arm over her to clutch her to me. I was foolish, falling into the same trap she had lain before, only now the trap had sprung. I didn't care. Rather a fault of mine. I must be sick.

"Yeah?" she purred. I got a kiss for my claim. "You're gonna screw me?"

"That's right, baby," I whispered. I nuzzled into her sweaty neck and concentrated on my hands memorizing her body. "First, I'm gonna lick your pussy."

"Mmm... then what?"

"Then I'm gonna take you by the hair and pull you to your knees."

"What for?" she asked with an air of innocence.

"So you have to suck me off," I insisted. I reached between her legs at last to find a short triangle of damp fur. Her thighs were soaked as well.

"I'd love to do that to you," she whispered back to me. "I'd love for you to make me. Keep going."

"When I've had enough, you're gonna suck your own tits for me," something I had been dying to see her do since they started to grow in, "and then you're gonna play with yourself until you come."

She bit my neck to keep her deep breathing from turning into moaning. Her hands were clutching at my back and shoulders; I could feel her shaking. Hopefully to keep herself from jumping the gun. "Uh huh?"

"Then comes the time I screw you," I said with more confidence than I'd ever felt in my life.

"You're really gonna fuck me?"

"I'm not stopping until you come at least three times on my dick."

"Are you gonna use a condom?"

Now there was a funny question. Why was she asking me? Oh, of course.

"No chance, baby. You're going to feel nothing but me inside you."

"Where are you going to come?"

"Inside you, baby." I could see what faint light there was from the window reflecting in her eyes; she was looking right at me. "All of it." I couldn't believe what I was saying, but I couldn't lie to her. That's exactly what was going to happen, and I knew she needed to hear me say it.

"I always make guys pull out," she goaded, but she did so with her teeth clamped around my earlobe, sending shudders down my spine that she was tickling. "Even though they all wear condoms with me."

"I'm not going to," I returned. I gazed into her face as I said it; my eyes were used to the darkness such that I could make out the outline of her beautiful blues. She stared back at me, waiting. I kissed her hard.

"Is your cock big?" she asked excitedly.

"It's perfect for you," I said out of nowhere. "It was made for you."

"I can't wait."

"For what?"

"To suck on it. To feel it inside me. Are you really gonna come in me?"

"You bet."

"I've never had that done before. What's it like?"

"It's the best part. You're gonna love it."

"Is that what you did with that blond slut at that party?"

What? Is that a yellow light? No, I don't think so. She was excited. "Sure is."

"What the hell did you do to her to make her so fuckin' noisy?"

"I didn't have to do a damn thing; she just wanted me. Why were you so quiet?"

"I didn't want that guy."

"Do you want me?"

"Yes."

"Did you want me then? At the party?"

"...Yes."

"She invited you to stay."

"I never thought... would you really have...?"

"Do you want me to show you exactly how I make a woman scream in pleasure?"

"Fuck yeah."

I kissed her sweet lips; we were gonna have such an awesome time. "Go get dressed," I instructed, already falling into my new role.

"What for?" she asked innocently.

"So I can undress you properly."

"What should I wear?"

"Something... innocent."

I could almost hear her grin wickedly as she rolled on top of me. She kissed me hard on the lips, then once on the chest, and took off out of my bed and out of my room. I felt the ghosts of her fingers that trailed dangerously high on my thigh just as she stood up.

And I waited.

And waited.

And waited even more, beginning to get impatient. And then concerned.

What the hell was she doing? Playing with me again?

Wait, did she actually fake her own death?

What the hell is going on?

Nearly two hours later, there was a knock on my door. It opened straight after, and my sister slipped in. "Derrick? You still awake?" she whispered, and I breathed at last.

"Yeah, babe. Where've you been?"

She hobbled in to kneel at my bedside. She was dressed in her large, white shirt she had stolen from me a few years ago to wear to bed. I could only imagine what color panties she had stretched across her silky ass. "Lita had left a message. I think I may have fucked up."

"How?" The night was pretty much screwed for me; I no longer felt any mood from her. I sat up on the backboard and invited her to sit next to me.

"I guess you figured out I made up the thing where I was in a car crash?"

"The thought came to mind, but I was sure it was just a mistake."

"It sounded like a good idea at the time, and I didn't think anything bad would happen, but you know how Lita works at the police station?"

"No. Who's that?"

"She's a friend from high school. She made it look legit that I was in a crash, but no one else was supposed to know. It kinda leaked, so now she's got to cover it up, and I had to talk to some people. I think I may be in trouble."

"It was just a joke; they're not gonna throw you in jail," I said comfortingly, wrapping my arm around her.

"I'm sorry about tonight," she said sadly. "I'll let you fuck me later, alright? I'm just not in the mood anymore."

"It's fine. You don't have to if you don't want to."

"No, I do. We just have to do it another night."

*****************

And another night came.

And another.

A third day, and a fourth.

"Beck? Anything wrong?" I asked her on the fifth day. Tuesday.

"No, why?"

"Umm... nothing."

"You?"

"Fine, just fine."

"Great. Love you, gotta run!"

***************8

"Why are you such a loser, D-rick?"

"Because he's a virgin."

"Fuck off, the both of you."

Another day, another round of beers. The boys were still convinced I was in line to be getting some from my own sister and thus officially joining the group, but they were likewise convinced I was doing something wrong to have not gotten any yet.

"You think she's gay?"

"She probably fell in love with some dude from out of town; that's why she was gone for a whole week."

"All goth chicks are gay."

"Would you idiots shut up?"

"Look, man," Bill said seriously, "you've got to make a move. You want to be stuck wishing the rest of your life?"

"Naw, dude. But what the fuck am I supposed to do?"

"Seduce her," Dree said sagely.

"Fuck you, and fuck you," Sam said helpfully to both Bill and Dree. "Now Derrick, my man, she wants you, but you're gonna have to play to your strengths if you wanna move this thing forward."

"Huh?"

"Your strengths, man. She came to you, right?"

"Yeah..."

"So, all you gotta do is be like however you were at that time. Remind her of what lit the fire under her sweet ass."

"Oh."

"I wasn't gonna do this, but otherwise you'd be hopeless."

I was ready to sock him one, but he pulled out a book.

"You know I can't read."

"It's a book about subversive suggestion. Study hard, and when you talk to her next, your words will be used to setting you both in the right direction. To bed, that is."

I socked him one anyways, but I took the book.

************

Fascinating, this book. I might have to give it a try.

***********

"Becky? Are you in there?"

I had mostly given up on expecting anything from my sister, what with her cooling off but not quite all the way down to her usual self. But with this book on my side, I thought there was hope at last.

She opened the door; she was wearing my old shirt again with neither striped socks nor long underwear to mar her beautiful legs or feet.

"You're beautiful," I said before she could greet me. As the book predicted, she blushed like an attention-craving schoolgirl. "May I come in?"

"Sure." She got out of my way so I could walk in. She shut the door behind her.

"Something on your mind?" she asked, as though it wasn't obvious enough. I was eyeing her body every which way I could, particularly those legs of hers.

"Been a while since we talked," I said softly.

"Busy, sorry," she apologized, though I could tell I was already getting to her. She was squirming where she stood, covering her crotch with her hands, and not knowing where to look. "What did you want to talk about?"

I closed the distance between us, so close that I could feel the heat from her black-tipped toes. She was forced to focus on me, on my eyes. Her adorable blue eyes looked up at me, causing her black hair to cascade over her delicate shoulders and reveal her tender, white neck.

I set my arms gently on her hips. "Kiss me," I demanded.

"Derrick, we can't just start doing shit right now," she said with some urgency. With other people in the house wide awake, she was right.

I chuckled confidently. "It's not what you think; you're just going to kiss me."

"Oh, alright." She stood up on those cute toes of hers, brought her adorable eyes closer to mine, and pecked me shortly with her incredible lips. "All better?"

"Come on, Becky," I mocked. "Just because we're not going to do anything doesn't mean you can't kiss me like we are going to."

"W... what do you mean?" she asked with some insecure uncertainty.

"I'll show you," I said, cupping her face so that we were sharing the same breath. "Here's my beautiful sister, her inch not a lips from mine."

"That's back-words," she giggled, but her breath was rapidly increasing.

"My sister that wants me to take her to bed; my sister that looks sexy, even when she's just wearing an old shirt of mine. She told me that she's going to make my dreams come true. I'm going to show her what a wise decision she's making in choosing me." I was running my fingers through her hair as I spoke to her. Switching between gazing into her eyes and looking at the rest of her perfect face.

"I just hope she knows what she's in for, coming to bed with me. I take a certain pride, taking care of a woman, and never have I wanted to prove myself to a woman so much as to this one. I'll devour her skin, make her moan, make her..."

She cut me off with her lips, leaping into my arms and knocking me back to her bed. Her tongue drilled its way into my mouth, demanding a dance with mine. Her body was dancing over my body as well. I could see down her shirt, all the way down to her little panties. Without both of them, I would wager her pussy would be dripping down onto my straining cock.

I pushed her to the side to kiss her more deeply, fantasizing about everything we would do together once we crossed that line. Like she said, tonight wasn't a safe night.

"Fuck me," she demanded, pulling her shirt up.

"Like you said, tonight's not a safe night."

"But Derrick...!"

"How do you feel right now?" I asked her with an intent gaze.

"Fucking hot, like my pussy is on fire, and I'm about to use it to set you on fire," she said hungrily.

"That's all? Your pussy?"

"My nipples, too. And my ears. And my nose. And my tongue. If we don't fuck, I'll break apart."

"I want you to remember this feeling," I said in a certain tone of voice with a certain stare into her face, both of which I'd learned from the book. "I want you to be able to feel this way whenever I'm around. I want you seeing me or hearing me to bring you close to insanity."

I kissed her several times between words, hardly believing my own luck or the passion she was feeling for me. "You'll want me," I said in my throaty tones and my hands hovering over the spots she wanted touched most. "You won't be able to control your desire for me." Her chest and hips were thrusting up to find my hands. I was having to control myself to set the pattern, or else I would risk screwing it up.

"I... can't... possibly... all... the... time..." She was slipping out of control fast. According to my reading, she'd fall unconscious from getting too hot. Still, she was at her most persuadable.

"You'll need to be at your most creative to keep me satisfied," I continued. "Outfits, dates, sneaking around behind Mom's back, flirting with me in public..." I stared straight into her eyes. "Finding other girls for me..."

She was gazing back at me, her eyelids nearly too heavy to see out of, but she still nodded vigorously in submission. "Yes, anything. Just touch me."

"Is that all you want?" I asked, continuing the torture.

"No, I want your big dick inside me."

"That's all?"

"I want your cum in me, too."

"I thought you didn't do that."

"I'm going to with you."

"Are you thinking about it?"

She bit her lip and nodded. Her legs spread, her hands slithering along her naked thighs, closer to her panties.

"How could I?"

"You have to," she insisted, almost hyperventilating from her arousal.

"But once I strip you naked..." She gasped, and a little moan slipped out. "...All I'll want to do is lick your sweet little pussy."

She nodded in agreement. "Mine's the best."

"Sweet?"

"The sweetest."

"You happen to know?"

She nodded again.

"So you've tasted other pussies?"

She n... no, she shook her head.

"You haven't?"

Again, she shook her head.

"Never been with a woman? Never kissed one?"

Nothing.

"It would please me if you did."

Her heavy eyes lit up.

"Do you want to please me?"

She nodded most vigorously.

"You would make love to a woman just for me?"

She was keeping her eyes open somehow, despite the overwhelming desire to pass out. Her nod was slow; her hand slid down my chest in affection.

"Even that little slut I was with at the party?"

"...Yes..."

"You'd do everything with her." It wasn't a question.

"Yes," she said more confidently.

"Were you jealous of her?"

"Yes," she insisted.

"Did you want her, too? At the time?"

"Yes."

"You're going to have her. And any other girl who I think is good enough for you."

"Thank you, Derrick." She was no longer begging for contact; she was simply gone. Only awake in that her eyes were open.

"Your body belongs to me, now."

"My body is yours," she affirmed.

"You will come when I tell you to."

"Yes, please."

"You will think first of my pleasure. Everything you do will be towards making me happy."

"Yes, Derrick."

"Tell me you love me."

"I love you."

"Now sleep."

****************

"What? Oh, hi, Derrick. I'm sorry about last night. Did I fall asleep or something?"

"I love you, Becky," I said instead. "Last night was amazing."

I kissed her firmly, inciting the old feelings from the night before. In no time, she was hot as a tea kettle.

"Tonight, yeah? I want you to fuck me tonight," she cooed. "Will you?"

"There's a big party coming up soon," I suggested. "Maybe we should do it there? Get in the mood, watching others? Does that sound good?"

"Oh Derrick, that'd be perfect. Will you do something for me?"

"Anything, baby."

"Will you lick my nipples for me?"

"Not now; not until it's time for me to claim your body," I said in my commanding tone of voice. She was taking it in stride, just like she was supposed to. "Now go take a shower so I can fantasize about you being naked. Afterwords, make me some breakfast and bring it to me here."

"Yes, Derrick," she affirmed lovingly.

************

So, the big party comes. Everybody gets dressed: Men in slacks and shiny shoes, women in spring dresses and high heels. It's like practice for the Senior Ball. The official rule is that if you're going, you can ask anyone you want, anyone in the world, and it's very impolite manners to refuse. Couples would still go together, but a lot of the guys from college would wind up taking high school girls instead of their own girlfriends. 

Those girlfriends would, in turn take either a different guy or girl for their own date. It was a dance where you could invite the person you wanted to take, not the person you were supposed to take. No one dared throw it in your face the morning after because everyone was equally guilty for even being there.

It was still a dance, though. Actually, it was an actual event hosted by the Garden itself, held at Bombshell Manor, one of the biggest houses in town. It was famous for being the house of the two most famous cheerleaders in Cameron High history. Rumor has it the founder of the Garden was born there.

We stepped through the giant double-front doors to find the place was already bumping. The foyer was completely devoid of any furniture, and the carpet had been rolled up so no one tripped their heels or spilled their drinks. I secured a pair of champagne flutes and toasted the evening to my lovely companion.

"Hey, Der. Who's your date?" asked an old friend from high school.

"I'm Elizabeth," Becky said for herself, extending her hand. As expected, no one recognized her once she swapped her usual dark makeup for something in a more "barely there" motif with light, spring colors. She wore a simple dinner gown of soft blue-green and matching heels, and her hair was straightened to decorate her bare shoulders.

"I only hope you're sharing, that's all I can say," the guy said, kissing Becky's hand before disappearing into the party.

"You wanna go out onto the back lawn?" I asked her. The front lawn was covered with people as it was, but the back yard was huge. We had to go through the pool room to get there, and the pool was huge. And inside. Insane.

There was a live band playing out back, and couples were dancing the night away all over and everywhere between there and the front hall, and on the front lawn as well. Becky and I had already left our shoes with the custodian in the foyer, since between the padded room, the pool room, and the kitchen, there wasn't really proper surface for dress shoes, especially out in the grass. We joined hands and joined the crowd.

"Hey, man!" several people shouted upon recognizing me. Everyone wanted to know who my date was, but all they ever got out of either of us was "Elizabeth". Throughout high school, no one had ever known her real name.

"Hey, man," interrupted a party-goer. "You gonna hog her all night, or you gonna share?"

"I love you, Becky," I whispered down to her.

"I love you, Derrick," she whispered back up, and I kissed her. Then I handed her over.

I found myself some stone seating to cool my dogs.

"I saw that," Bill said next to me.

"How's your night going?"

"Fucking Sadie tossing her shit around again," he grumped.

"So tap that one more time."

"You kidding? She'd kill me if she even thought anyone knew; you saw what happened to Sam. Lucky for him Tiff were too dense to say what she was talking about at the time."

"Psh, yeah. You seen him around?"

"Yeah, he brought a few young things with him. You?"

"Just the one I came in with."

"Who is she?"

"That's Becky, stupid."

He snorted into his beer. "What? Her?"

"In the nubile flesh."

"Dude, you got to let me dance with her."

"Go for it. I'll go see what Sadie's doing."

"Deal."

Sadie was easy enough to find. Her dress looked like it was a halter like Becky's, but it was actually a string-tied top and separate sarong bottom, good for pool parties. Becky and I had also come prepared for swimming, but Sadie had already cast aside her halter top.




4-4-1 Guys at a Bar Pt. 02



Or had she? The two guys she was dancing with probably couldn't resist the temptation of pulling the little strings to make her top fall away. One of them was kissing her neck and grinding into her from behind while the one in front was kissing her lips.

The song ended, and I stepped in. "Mind if I cut in?" I asked of them.

"My my, little Derrick," she mused when she saw me. She bid the other two away with a kiss each before sauntering up to me, breasts and hips swaying. "Does mommy know you're out?" Standard behavior for sisters of buddies. I was over it.

"Just one dance," I said, holding my hand out.

She smirked at me. For an eighteen-year-old, she handled herself better than people twice her age. Had them eating out of her hand. Speaking of hands, she took mine, which I kissed most graciously. I pulled her into my embrace, and we began to move with the music, albeit slowly.

Unlike her previous partners, my hands stayed put and my eyes stayed locked on hers. She was too headstrong to feel uncomfortable; in fact, I think she liked it. "So. Who're you here with?" she challenged.

"Her," I said, pointing to the black-haired girl that was quickly drawing a crowd with her bare feet boogying to the music. "You?"

"I forgot," she said whimsically. My face was devoid of reaction. "Although... it seems to me that right now, I'm here with you."

"I could get used to that."

"Mmm... me too."

We spent the whole song showing off what good dancers we were. That wasn't saying much; we were both more club dancers, but neither was any better, and we were rather enjoying ourselves. Probably more than with anyone else we'd ever danced with, being that since the two of us were locked behind the friend zone, there wasn't any pressure.

We both saw Sadie's brother Bill aiming for my sister Becky, but he never made it through the tight circle that had built up around her, making the two of us burst into laughter. When the song ended, we stuck together, and for a pleasant surprise, Becky came to find me.

"Who's this?" she asked when she saw me with Sadie practically in my lap.

"I'm Honey-Bee," Sadie answered.

"Cheerleader, huh?" Becky answered. The two shook hands, though it was more a warm holding designed to boil man's blood. "I'm Elizabeth."

"Really," Sadie purred. "Do you go to Cameron High?"

"Yeah." The music began again. "Come on."

Becky pulled Sadie away from me, leaving me to return for something more stimulating than champagne. There was Bill again.

"How'd it go?" I asked casually.

He fumed silently. "I saw you getting rather friendly with my sister," he noted rather than be subjected to my goading.

"Yeah. Now look who's getting friendly."

He peeped over to the vast collection of bodies. His sister was, as always, easy to find. She was locked at the hands with my sister still, both of them enjoying the music. "If you'll excuse me, I've got more work to do. Why don't you see if Sally's up and about? Seeing as it's 'Come On Whom You Usually Don't' night." Even your boy's sister wasn't off-limits tonight. Even your own sister.

I made my way through the thick crowd, rubbing my swelling manship against girl's asses every two seconds. Most of them would reach behind themselves without looking to get a feel for what was digging into their dresses. I found the two girls I was looking for, but I held back for a minute when the music changed to something slow. Without hesitating, Sadie threw her arms around my sister's shoulders to hold her close; Becky in turn wrapped her own arms around Sadie's waist, her hands resting on her bare back.

When the minute was up, I approached. Their eyes were closed during their silent spin, so I was able to sneak up behind Sadie undetected and unrecognized. She backed into me indiscriminately as I set my hands on my sister's hips. Becky opened her eyes then, and upon seeing me, kissed me over Sadie's shoulder.

We ground our hips together as though Sadie wasn't between us; Sadie herself freed her hands to clutch our heads while we kissed. My own hands slid from Becky's waist to Sadie's, right to the knot on her sarong, which I made quick work of. When the cloth fell to the grass, I couldn't help but spread her cheeks, clad only in a thin white thong, and rub my erection up and down her ill-disguised cleft.

She moaned and tilted her ass up to better receive me. "Oh, hey, Derrick," she said upon opening her eyes. She took over my kiss with my sister, leaving me free for getting into other trouble. Becky, as soon as Sadie's sarong fell away, slid her hands down Sadie's back to cup her bottom, and she felt my hardness upon the tanned ass. She was then the one to spread the girl's cheeks so I could push deeper between them.

My hands went back to Becky's hips, but they were soon down to her ass, and I pulled her tight against Sadie, and therefore Sadie's ass against my cock. Then I felt along Becky's bare back and then her neck. This was my first real feel of her naked skin despite my two nights in a bed with her. They had stopped kissing by then, preferring to focus on what they were doing to tease one-another with their hands.

They parted about half a foot so they could take in each other's bodies. Becky in her backless dress and no underwear, Sadie in nothing but underwear. Both were without their shoes. I took the opportunity to slide my hands to Becky's front and into the sides of her dress to feel her breasts for the first time.

They were heavy, feeling much bigger than I ever made them out to be. It was obvious Becky had hidden her treasures well throughout the years. My warm hands made bumps on her breasts, and her nipples turned into hard points under my palms.

I pulled my hands out and made for Sadie's waterproof bra; her breasts were obviously larger, and holding them with her back to me was much more comfortable. I decided to let my hands rest joined together at her waist, dipping dangerously down to her thong from the front.

As soon as my hands came away from Becky's breasts, Sadie took up interest and began to flick her pointing nipples with a fingertip. Becky moaned, urging Sadie to lean right over and bite one of my sister's nipples. With Sadie bent over, Becky and I had a moment. "I wanna fuck her," I saw her lips say quietly. I answered her by brushing her lips faintly with mine. Oh how glad I was to have made her wait.

She moaned then; I saw Sadie had slipped her hand down to rub Becky's pussy through her dress. She lifted her head back up, and Becky devoured her lips and clutched her breasts.

Sadie's hand stayed where it was. When Becky had her fill of our new toy's tits, she clutched my ass and pulled it tight, making my erection drill head first into Sadie from behind. With their bodies pressed close together again, my hands were out of sight to slip under Sadie's panties to feel her wet mound.

The song ended, and hands fell to sides. There were vultures circling, trying to get in on the action. But another song started up, and the two girls were circling around me. Becky ended in front of me with Sadie behind. They danced raunchy to the raunchy music, squeezing me between their thinly-clad bodies. Becky's back was to me so she could get a taste of what Sadie had been having; the rough material of her dress didn't feel quite so good as Sadie's near-bare ass, but knowing it was my sister craving my dick made it feel just fine.

Sadie's tits on my back felt just as good. Becky turned around to feel a bit of me from the front, and in the passion of feeling my cock grind against her pussy, she pulled at Sadie's head and kissed her over my shoulder. With a few more minutes gone by, the two circled around me again, landing in the opposite positions once they parked so we could go through the whole thing again. Despite everything I felt for Becky, feeling Sadie's obvious experience when she rubbed her thong-glad pussy over the bulge in my pants made me want her desperately.

The band closed up shop for the five minutes, which would give us time to rest. We'd probably seek other dance partners to make the most of the night.

"A couple of us are going to nab a room upstairs," I said to Sadie. Becky pulled herself under my arm after the music ended, leaving Sadie in her skivvies to stand alone. Not to ditch her, but to gawk at her body. "You think maybe you wanna join us?"

"Mmm... I donno. Are you gonna be there?" she asked of my sister.

Becky looked up at me, then again at Sadie's body. "Definitely."

"Then I'll be there. I think I should catch a swim, unless you wanna help me find my clothes?"

"You enjoy yourself."

"Come find me when you head up, yeah?"

"Wouldn't miss it," Becky answered.

We both watched her leave. With most of the couples outside swarming the bar, the two discarded pieces of Sadie's dress were easy to find. She walked casually past them both.

"You feel like hanging out on the pool deck?" I asked my sister while watching the younger girl's ass sway.

"Yeah."

We both lazed in chaises at poolside, sipping sangria and watching the sharks chasing the dolphins. Some were in swimming suits like Sadie, others had grabbed undershorts and undershirts from boys to bathe in. A few girls had hiked up their dresses to let their bare legs dangle in the water while they socialized with the swimmers and the loungers.

There were a few highlights to be seen there. Since half the senior class of Cameron High seemed to have shown up, there was plenty to see. The girl's and boy's swim and water polo teams (usually the same people) were there, making the most noise. Several cheerleaders like Sadie were there; they were easy to spot, usually having the most extreme waist-to-hip ratio and or the largest breasts.

The swim-team girls, liberal in the private party, had donned the tiniest swimsuits ever. Not even the slutty cheerleaders could keep up with the experienced dressing of the swimmers nor the true submerged form of flirtation. The boys were mostly in swim trunks except for those that actually swam for the school. 

There were repeated girly catcalls for the boys in their small red spandex suits, more so than for the girls, at least as far as their outfits were concerned. The real cheering began after the wrestling got under way.

The captain of the cheerleading squad had gotten into a scuffle with the girl's water polo captain. The two girls were flopping about in the shallow end, going for one-another's tops. It went on just long enough to start getting some attention before the cheerleader's string bikini was easily untied, leaving her topless and her opponent grinning. 

She fumed at the other girl, grabbed her by her short brown hair, and kissed her hard. While she had her distracted, she slid her fingers under the tight spandex of the near-non-existent top and pulled it over her head so that their breasts could mesh.

Becky and I decided we'd had enough, but only after the two girls slipped out of the water, topless, and disappeared, leaving their boyfriends behind. We found Sadie and chucked ice cubes at her until we got her attention.

As the three of us left the pool deck together, we were cut off by Sadie's brother.

"Dude," Bill said, seeing my sister on my left and his sister on my right, the two girls' hands laced together behind me.

"Yup?"

He pulled me aside, leaving the girls to giggle together.

"That's my sister, yo."

"And?"

"...It's my sister. She's not like the rest. More important, I still gotta live with her."

"Dude, it's totally cool. I probly wasn't even gonna do anything with her, but now you mention it..."

"Hey, guys!" I shouted at our sisters. They came padding over, hand in hand.

"Elizabeth," I said to Becky, "meet Bill. I have but three close friends, and he's one of them. He's also too lazy to hunt his own scratch, and you two ladies together would probably kill me."

Becky grinned wickedly as Bill took her hand. Even he didn't recognize her in her beautiful dress.

"Hey, Honey-Butt," Bill said to his sister.

"You too, Prick-Dick," she answered.

"That's not what you said last month," he said coolly.

"I was too drunk to speak properly, dimpshint."

Their banter brought us to the foot of the grand staircase in the front hall. We had recovered our shoes; we men wore shoes that worked well enough without socks. "Sockless Parties," these gatherings were called on account of the pool. A low-class name for an other-wise dignified orgy in disguise. As we made our way up the stairs, we saw Sampson just disappearing into a room.

"Hey, mes amigos!" he shouted down just in time. "Come on up; I got a free room!"

The four of us hustled upstairs. "So, who'd old Sam find to entertain, or was he planning on jerking off in private?" Bill started when we got inside, but... Hello, beautiful. Didn't expect to see you in here."

There was Salamandy. Son of a bitch. We all thought she hated her brother, but she had gone upstairs with him, just the two of them.

"Well, isn't this cozy?" she said when she saw Bill and I come in with our two sisters. "Honey, isn't that your brother?"

"No," she said, looking at me.

"Not him, the other one."

"Oh, him? Yeah. Isn't that your brother?" Sadie returned, notating Sam.

"I guess it is. Were you gonna...?"

"Why? Weren't you?"

"Figured I'd give it a try; it's a party, after all. You?"

"One more time couldn't hurt."

"What's with the little princess?" Sally then asked after Becky, who was beaming in her dress and heels. Sally herself wore a simple black bellyless tube top and a long, black skirt with no slit.

"That's Elizabeth," Sadie said. "D-boy's date."

"What in fuck?" Sam laughed. "Sisters only, dude. Didn't you hear?"

"Actually," Becky said, turning to look at me, "I am his sister." She kissed me on the spot, making everyone's jaws drop.

"Well, are we gonna do this, or stand around staring?" Sally asked, unzipping her skirt.

"Let's have the boys volunteer to get us some drinks while we get to know each other," suggested Sadie, who took my sister from me and went to help Sally with her dress. A look and an eyebrow from both girls let the three of us know we had better get the fuck out of there pretty quick.

"Women," Sam muttered on our way down the stairs.

At the bar, we ran into Dree.

"Bad luck, mate?" Bill asked.

"All three of them are gone," he pouted.

"Come on, let's get you laid. We're doing a special. Group discount."

When we collected what we needed, half-carrying Dree in tow, we slipped back upstairs and into the bedroom. Our three girls were in a pile on the huge bed, none of them with a stitch of clothes on, though they were still all wearing their heels. My eyebrow started to twitch.

"Poor Dree's sisters bugged out on him," Sam mocked. He shoved the dejected lad towards the bed, and immediately the three girls crowded him with affection.

"You just wait right there, pretty boy," Sally said with cheer. "No cousin of mine is going to be left wanting." She pulled on the nearest clothes item she could find, which happened to be my sister's dress. Her breasts tried to bulge out the sides, but it was loose around the hips. In all, I thought she looked ravishing in it. Next to her, my naked sister gave me a little wave.

Sally was gone and back in seconds. "May I introduce Cindy," she pulled in a beautiful blond wearing a square-lined green dress, "and Sara?" What was left of our jaws hit the floor. Sara had white silk criss-crossing her breasts, a little out of character for the simple dance, but no one was about to complain. Me, least of all.

"They're not his sisters, either," Sam jeered.

"They're mine," Sally interjected, "and they're his cousins, too, since his sisters went and dumped him."

Enough chatter. I got up to introduce myself to the twins, one of whom grabbed me and kissed me. The two of us never made it to the bed. Sally and Cindy did, but they made short work of Dree between the two of them. My dear sister seemed happy with Bill for the moment, and Sam was left with Sadie.

"I thought you didn't partake," I said to Sara after making her come on my cock for the fifth time. She was dry and she wasn't a moaner, but that didn't mean she wasn't any good. Hell, she was very good. Color me surprised.

"Just because I don't get drunk at parties and do it with whomever like some people," she jabbed, but I honestly don't know at whom. Every one of us was guilty except her twin sister, who was getting a taste of Dree's talents while Sally urged him on.

Bill finished with my sister, who moved on to Sam. Sadie didn't want to share, so she came to me, kicking Sara away. "Call me," Sara said on her way out.

We went a few rounds; we had plenty of time. We all watched Sadie with Bill, which was every bit the riot we expected. Sadie, being Sadie, hates not having everyone's attention. Sally seemed to own the room that night, which gave Sadie something to reach for, and she reached for it by bouncing on top of her brother like a madwoman. 

Sally gave Sam a turn, but just once, and the twins wouldn't touch him at all, also being his sisters. Everyone wanted to see me and Becky take a turn, but I shoved her at Sadie, since I'd had a hankering for the sight all night. Once they were done, Becky laid down on the floor with me. Everyone else stopped what they were doing to watch.

"Another day, okay?" she whispered to me. "I'm not gonna make you my third or fourth for a night; I want it to be special. Is that alright?"

"Sure, baby," I whispered back. Then to our audience, I gave a little shake of my head. They all sighed their sorrow, but they were distracted with trying to get the three sisters together. It didn't work, but Sara and Cindy made a sandwich out of Sadie, and Sally let Bill and Dree both take care of her at once. I was about done for the night, but Becky, being gracious, went to give Sam more service since she was half the population that would give him any access that night.



4-4-1 Guys at a Bar



A particular picture was drilled into my memory, that one picture of little Becky dressed up in black (with purple for the occasion), hair done up, heels instead of boots, and standing next to some geek that was too shy to ask why she kept disappearing to the dance floor without him. My own prom wasn't that good, but she looked like she enjoyed hers. But now that picture said something else. It was just a picture of my sister just like Bill and Sam had, but theirs were trophies. Mine should become a trophy as well. As soon as I got one for my wallet, that is.

I groaned quietly; my hand had begun stroking furiously on cleaning my equipment without me knowing. It'd be good to drain out the stress before an important party, but that it was thinking of my sister that was getting me off, phew. I was about to come hard and fast. She'd probably find it stuck to the wall next time she showered.

"You in here, dork?"

"Shit, shit, and more shit found in cans of delicious soda," I swore. I was seconds away, but I tore my hand off lest I make some giveaway noise. "Find your hairspray on your own fucking time," I yelled, but still she browsed through the counter like it was a thing to do with me in the process of bathing.

"What's your problem? You 'busy' in there? Should I come back in two minutes?"

Fucking women. No fucking wonder I could hardly stand them anymore. Even my mother most of the time, though it was too bad, since my stepfather was even worse.

"Done, thanks," I grumped, quickly grabbing a towel and letting it have its way with me for all of eight seconds before I wrapped myself up and pushed myself past my cunt sister and off to my room.

***********8

"This place is teh bwalz," Bill complained.

"We just got here, nimdickrod," Sam guffawed. Once again he was king of the crop, the little matter of his little sister forgotten. He barged his way through the front doors of the largish house, pushing through the crowd of ill-dressed women and poorly-dressed men.

It's a sickness in this town, women. They love us, then leave us, yet we can't put them down, and they always show up when we're trying to have fun, dressed as they are. There's Roxanne, my old ex. Some guy's kissing on her when I know for a fact she's dating someone else. He probably is, too. Then there's Cindy and Sara, right on cue. They're the ones in the center of attention, surrounded by boys and shooting them down one by one. Some just don't get it, and they come back for more punishment. They're not going to be putting out, yet they're still dressed in states of undress that's par for the party.

Like I said, a sickness. We all hate each other, yet we can't do without each other. Ooh... woman.

I spot a pretty young thing by the beer. "What's crackin', sweetheart?" I ask her as I fill myself a pint with a stein I keep tucked into my party tunic for just an occasion. Never trust the plastic cups, and they look stupid.

"Nothin'. You?"

"Just got here," says I. The brew is both moist and delicious. Even if we have sex wars at parties, the beer they have there is too good to turn down. "I had no idea I'd get so lucky in my first minute." My eyes were doing all the work, staring straight into hers instead of glancing down to her ridiculously open chest. Sam was a master at that and other such key approaches, but I was learning slowly.

"Hey, Ice, baby," came... Meb? from somewhere else, slipping his arm around her like he owned her. Meb is Sam's chickenshit little brother. A guy that didn't have the balls to get laid because "it might hurt his best friend's feelings". I've seen Lyla; she's cute, but constantly tipsy, if you know what I mean. "Who's your friend?"

"We weren't introduced yet," Ice answered. "Ice" was right. Ice-blue lipstick and ice-blue eyeshadow for her ice-blue eyes. These cheerleader types took their nicknames seriously. "But he was just telling me how he had already gotten lucky." She pushed a fleck of blue-frosted blond hair out of her eyes.

"Really? Let's hear it, then," Meb said proudly. Little fucker drew Ice in closer. He knew exactly what he was doing.

Goddammit, this isn't fair. We boys, we can't be blamed for having the same targets in our sights, and you can't expect some guy you're not mates with to stay away from your own flock, but there's supposed to be at least some code. You can't stop yourself from taking what's already taken, but don't make it personal. Don't rub the other guy's face in it.

I'd talk to his brother about it later. "That would be telling, wouldn't it?" I said cheekily. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a one-minute limit if I'm to familiarize myself with everyone in the crowd."

Asshole. If it was my woman and I'd already hit that and I'd seen some guy moving in on her, I'd probably just leave it the fuck be so I could call her on it like it was some excuse to not call her anymore. But that's chickenshit Meb for you. Reminds me of Dree, only Dree was only defensive about his...

"Hello, legs," I said to a particularly pleasing set of stems first thing out the keg room.

"Hello, eew?"

I knew that voice.

"Hey, pretty breeze," I said to the most delicious pair of dark green eyes in town, playing on her middle name.

Ivy was already staggering under some unfelt zephyr due to the short glass already half-empty in her long fingers. "I swear, if I have to put up with you and your stupid friends hitting on me all night, I'm just gonna go now," she fumed. 

"You're perfectly safe with me, my dear," I said in what warm tones I could muster towards the opposite sex. "In fact, if there's someone that gets too fresh with you tonight, I'd be perfectly willing to come to your aid."

And it was perfectly true. The off-limits list to a guy like me includes a buddy's ex and a buddy's sister. The ex because you know they weren't good enough to keep or too fickle to stay around, the sister because you don't want to be the one guy in a group of friends that goes after another friend's family. They were like little sisters to all of us, really. Only not, and we enjoyed looking at them just as much as their brothers did.

She excused herself with eyes rolled up so far it was sure to kick her hangover in three hours early. I'm used to girls walking away; in fact, I encourage it as I love to watch them leave. While Ivy could do wonderful things with a pair of tight jeans, she loved the attention she got on her bare legs when she wore short skirts. 

I continued through the various rooms looking for more, but only going so far as my hefty mug would carry me. See, not only does a plastic cup look stupid while you're trying to talk a girl up, you're also prone to running out, and holding six or eight cups' worth just looks silly.

"Wow. You always bring your own mugs to parties?"

"Maybe I'm friends with the guy that lives here," I said to whomever had picked me amongst the crowd to start up with.

"Then why're you showing up late, getting shot down by the first girl you talk to before you even fill the thing up?"

Fucking headhunters. See, this is why I don't like being late to a party. It had taken Becky forever to get ready, while all I had to do was put some clean, pressed clothes on with some cologne and my nice shoes. In fact, I was all set to go when suddenly she comes out of nowhere, yelling at me for not waiting for me. "You told me you didn't wanna go," I'd said, but that got me nowhere since I'd already told her I'd take her so she didn't get raped or whatever on the way there. Point being, I like to be at a party early so I can keep an eye on the door, watching the women come in one by one until I have a list of faces I like. Obviously this girl had the same thing in mind. Saved me the trouble, really.

"Little sister had to... holy shit." I had turned to look at her, and that did me in right away. This girl was wearing nothing more than a yellow bikini top and barely-there shorts. Parties with pools were automatically pool parties, but come the fuck on.

"Something wrong, handsome?" she asked with a smirk on her immature face.

It's a sickness. There's something of a war of genders going on in this seemingly peaceful town, and it's girls like this that make the war hard to win. Headhunting is a difficult game that requires experience, but anyone can figure it out after a few parties if they don't get told about it to begin with. And then there are girls like this: Tiny, tiny girls who look like they're fresh out of junior high. They think that just because they're in high school they can go to all the "big kid" parties where highschoolers and college-goers mix. It's a given that whenever there's beer and kids there'll be skin, but it's these stupid girls that think they have to get an advantage by showing ridiculous skin. I mean, I've bedded quite a few girls in my day, but I never knew whether they shaved or trimmed (got an unmowed one once, wtf?) until I got them into bed. This girl, you knew she straight up waxed. Girls like this, you're pretty sure they're not even eighteen. And you are, so be polite and excuse yourself before someone sees you talking to her.

"I know what you're thinking," she says. She's got a bit of beer on her breath and dirt on her bare feet. "You think I'm some dumb college girl, don't you?"

"Nothing like that ever crossed my mind, I assure you," I said with perfect honesty. I didn't even have time to think about her being dumb, and forget about thinking of her in college.

"I work really hard at the boutique..." Oh. So that explains the impossibly smooth skin. "...But all I get is bullshit from guys like you who're only looking for easy high school girls."

"So, are you mad at me because people think you're in college or because they think you're not in high school?" I asked with genuine confusion.

"Duh! Yes!"

"...So... it was nice talking to you; see you ar..."

"Wait! Where're you going?"

Stupid cunt. "Going to find someone who doesn't open conversations with man-hating slander."

"See, that's what I hate about you guys! No one ever takes me seriously!"

"Why do you think that is?" I asked with feigned interest. "It can't possibly be your sales pitch, because I was ready to drown myself for the cause."

"Really?" her eyes brightened. Beautiful blue eyes on this girl. Fuck! No! No looking!

"No, not really." Yes, I'm ready to kill myself, but not for her sake. More to get me out of this conversation. Maybe there's an open window nearby.

Her eyes lowered in immediate sorrow. "Dammit, I'm never gonna get a date!"

If not, I'm sure I can find a chainsaw and make one.

We were by the stairs. Couples were going up and singles were coming down; Sam had set the bar by taking up one in each hand. In a corner, two girls were getting very frisky. I was trying to find the right phrase to get this silly chicken out of my way so I could get between the action.

"Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Huh? Oh, sure," I said while trying to keep my eyes fixed on the empassioned brunettes.

"You could at least look at me when you say that."

"Look... what's your name?" Whoops. Stupid question.

"Cypher," she said with a frown.

"Look, Cypher... what; you a cheerleader?"

"I was; nobody seems to remember my first name, so I don't bother anymore. What were you gonna say?"

"Huh? Oh. Look, a million women ask guys if they think they're pretty, and all it does is cause trouble. Now if you'll excuse me..." I needed to get out of there. Long, silky blond hair; big, cornflower-blue eyes; miles of skinny, toned legs; flawless skin; and that overall narrowness accented by the immature attitude that makes her a perfect picture of innocent youth. A package that can make you cry. Why, you ask? Because you can't have it; you're not even supposed to want it, but you do, even if it gets you arrested. And that package, I can guarantee you you would. I shouldn't even be caught talking to her, much less looking at her. I've already bumped into like four people here that I know.

"You wanna go swimming with me?"

What the hell? I had walked past her, but she'd already grabbed my hand. I watched with a tear in my eye as the brunettes walked up the stairs together, no man between them to balance the hormones. "Look, I've gotta..." I stammered, trying to follow them. "What'd you say?"

"You wanna go swimming with me?" she asked again, already dragging me toward the poolside family room.

"I didn't bring a..." Damned women and their damned body parts distracting me. While I was distracted by the hordes of women in increasing stages of undress, Cypher had drug me out to the pool room. I turned to her with thoughts of freedom when she released my hand, but my eyes caught hold of her cute little butt being freed from her shorts that looked like no more than a mouthful. Cute matching yellow bottoms appeared from behind the shorts that shimmied their way down the smooth, tan legs; another tear was squeezed from my eye. There are just some things that are too beautiful to look away from, no matter the shame, no matter the danger.

"Come on, get undressed!" she encouraged with something of a squeal when she unbent herself and placed her shorts in safe keeping. I mechanically did as I was told as though under some spell of those yellow bottoms. Even though she was watching my eyes locked helplessly on her skinny ass, I couldn't pry my attention away.

I was down to my shorts without realizing what was going on, and she had tossed the rest of my things into a conspicuous locker that had been previously empty. Great setup at this place, was my thought. On the wall there were shorts for swimming. I heisted one, replacing my undershorts once Cypher went off to the shower to get hosed down before hopping into the wetness.

With my shorts and socks in the safety of the locker, I headed back into the house through the nearby door, which dropped me off at the doorstep of the beer.

"Hey, trunks," came a familiar voice when I began refilling my stein. "What was it you were saying before?"

I looked to see Ice, still sitting on a barstool next to the beer, no Meb in sight. "Something about 'getting lucky'?"

Women. A sickness, them. I could see it in her eye, undressing what I had left. And it wasn't one of those looks that a girl gets when she's about to say something humorous at your expense.

"You wouldn't want him, Ice, he's diseased." The blue-lipped goody was distracted from gazing at my newly revealed form by none other than my sister.

What a cunt, for her to chase off my trim. I'm not trying to mack on someone in front of her, but still. That's just childish.

"Mmm... I think I'll be the judge of that," Ice retorted, leaning in to breathe of my cologne.

"I'm off for a swim," I said in the same tone of voice she had adopted.

"Sounds tempting, but I didn't bring a suit."

"You know, I said that same damn excuse," I said, shining her on and walking out. My sister began gagging.

"Ooh, thank you!" squealed Cypher once I had stepped outside. She grabbed my freshly-refilled mug and took a large sip. Rule number twenty-seven-and-a-half: Never let a woman drink from your drank. But rather than wait around to hear the rules of parties, she grabbed two of my fingers with two of hers and led me to the pool. A few guys I knew eyeballed her dripping-wet form every bit as hard as I had as we passed, and she leaped in after turning to blow me a kiss.

"Nice catch," Bill said when I took a seat next to him on the submerged pool bench.

"Shut up," I said from behind my beer.

"Not bad, not bad," he continued with feigned impressedness, "a little under-ripe, but given a few years..."

I socked him on the arm, which caused my beer to slosh dangerously. I stopped engaging the idiot talk to drown my sorrows in the precious brown fluid, and Bill was content to help me watch the multitude of female forms going in and out of the pool. Though neither of us said anything, we were slowly changing. More beer, more relaxing, our eyes more used to the light, more giggling; slowly but surely, we were changing. We were adapting to the situation. We were becoming predators, only it wasn't the weak and sick we would be aiming for.

"Anything yet?" I asked once we were both in hunter mode.

"Nothing," he answered with his voice full of business. His eyes, like mine, were narrowed, following each movement before us very carefully. We held our heads very still to catch each precious sound of a girl's squeal or gasp of pleasure as she was "accidentally" groped under, or out of, the water. "But there's no shortage, and there's plenty of time."

"True, true." That's my boy, positive to the end. These parties weren't made for dolphin-catching, but they sure did the trick. Sometimes he and I, along with Dree or Sam as instanced, would just find a couch or something and chill the fuck out with some beer, maybe play cards. If it the magic happened, it happened. If it didn't, no one's heart was broken. There were plenty of days in the year, and the subsequent years that we got older and wiser, the girls stayed small and stupid.

My "date," finished with her romp in the pool, came paddling up to me. "Look what I got you," she said with pride. She was twirling someone's bikini top over her finger.

"It's wet," I said casually from behind the lip of my mug.

"Double-Ds." She had such an excited smile on her face from bringing back a trophy for me, I felt obligated to acknowledge it for her, even though it was guaranteed to get me into trouble.

"It's usually panties I collect, sorry." "Aww..." She tossed the top back to the poor victim and crawled into my lap. "We'll see if we can't do something about that. Mind if I borrow your friend for a while?" she said to Bill rather than me while pulling herself out of the pool and dragging me with her.

Whoever this "Brewer" guy was that was hosting, not only did his pool deck come equipped with a wet room with like a million lockers, it also had a huge sauna for people to dry off in before getting back into their clothes. Or in Cypher's case, her shorts she must've had with her since the third grade. My eye twitched thoroughly as I watched her rubbing that thirsty towel over every inch of her soaking skin. I was far gone by the time her hips popped into place back inside her shorts, I was powerless for her to pull me back into the house and up the fated stairs.

"I want you," she hissed in a hushed voice when she pulled us into the first door up the stairs. She pressed her mouth to mine, and I didn't even have time to think about the implications before I tripped on the bed and fell flat on my back.

"Ow!"

Fuck me; are you serious?

In the darkness, we had fallen on a romping couple. My first thought was that I had walked in on Sam, which may or may not have been a good thing, considering that he's a very generous individual when it came to his catch of the minute. But it wasn't; Cypher went about undressing me anyhow.

"Do you mind?" the guy asked. "We're already hard at work here."

"Not at all," Cypher said in an overly-giddy voice, "we can share, can't we?"

"Share." There's an operative word for you. Share the bed, or share more? Either way, I found myself thoroughly excited by this frisky young lady (no, "girl". “lady” just doesn't suit her as a description). Not just from her body now; she had topped a girl just to please me, now she was ready for side-by-side action, which is something you usually only hear rumors about from uncredible people (besides Sam; that man knew some magic).

I was pulled closer onto the bed; Cypher wasn't having anything stand in her way. I heard the girl next to us do her best to distract the lucky guy into continuing, but the moans and groans I was getting out of Cypher from every touch I reluctantly gave her must've been getting under his skin. I forgot to care. Cypher had gotten me to kiss her, and with each second I cared less and less how old, more specifically how young, she may or may not have been. Even still, my heart began to beat out of control, and I could hear the sirens ringing in my ear as sure as if the room were monitored by Rotterdale's Finest themselves. And stupid me, I carried on regardless of the obviously-going-to-happen consequences. And you know what? It felt good. Good to let go, good to pluck fruit I wasn't supposed to have. Only this under-ripe fruit tasted so much sweeter for it, not bitter at all.




4-4-1 Guys at a Bar



Definitely young. Definitely fresh. Her lips were so soft and tender, not like these whores that've sucked one too many dicks in their life. Her tongue came to life in my mouth, panting into me just from pulling my clothes off, and I had hardly even touched her yet. But her skin was something to be touched indeed. Still slightly moist from the pool and hot from the sauna. Her wild excitement and eagerness told me she was inexperienced. Too inexperienced. She reminded me of me back when I was a virgin, only I'd never seen a female version of a virgin before.

I grabbed her shoulders and attacked her neck. She groaned outwardly at the simple pleasure, and it got worse as I went after her harder. She must've known I was into her at last, and it was making her hotter and hotter. Her body was going from moist to sweaty in record time. I can only imagine how cute she must've looked with the lights on or whether anyone had ever made her wear that expression before. I could imagine, and the thought only made me go after her harder in the dark, sucking hard at her neck and sliding down her chest.

I didn't want to cut straight down since I was enjoying making her squirm so much. I moved my lips back up to her throat and held her by her tiny hips that I'd been staring at all night. Her slender legs squeezed together and jerked around. Once they fell apart, I knew I'd be in business.

"For fucks sake; do you mind?" the guy asked again. I had just bitten down on the other side of Cypher's neck to make her squeal; pissing off our neighbor at last. I noticed with some pride that his girl hadn't been making any noise. I may not be hot shit in bed, but at least all the girls I've been with are a little vocal.

"Just keep touching me, Christopher," an unknown female voice said in an impatient voice. That's funny; whenever Cypher made her little encouragements here and there, she sounded utterly horny, like each word took effort better spent on enjoying herself, only an emergency measure to make sure I knew she liked being touched, that I needed to touch her more. The other girl, she sounded like she was getting upset with the other guy for not being able to perform just because there was another couple in bed with them. It's not like the bed wasn't big enough.

I went back to business, ignoring the other guy, whatever he ended up going. Cypher stuck her tongue in my ear and was moving her hands across my stomach. I could feel her desire to reach down my pants as she breathed hotly against my skin.

Or was it? Unknown, that is. The voice. I did know that voice. If only Cypher would... oh my god.

"Becky?" 

My hands were already at Cypher's sides, and she was bucking against me. Her legs were wilting along with her will to hold back. The voice that told me to throw caution to the wind was getting louder, but the more I thought about it, another voice was ringing in my ears.

"Derrick? Are you serious?"

A knee on my back, some scuttling along with someone falling, and the lights clicked on. There was my sister, shoes off and down to her bra up top. Next to Cypher and myself on the bed was some prick I think I recognized from college.

"Old girlfriend?" Cypher asked.

Oh yeah, Cypher. She was sprawled on her back, flushed from head to toe in a radiant shade of pink. I was enamored despite myself. The soft moans she was making along with her clumsy movements were too much to resist. She was searching my face for an answer, hoping we didn't have to stop what we were doing.

"Hardly," Becky said for herself, looking quite disgusted with me after taking one look at my new pet dolphin.

"Oh, good," Cypher said with relief. She leaned forward to kiss my chest to encourage me to touch her more.

By the door, Becky rolled her eyes again and came back to the bed to get her top and her shoes. Christopher did the same.

"You guys don't have to go," Cypher said sadly, "the bed's plenty big..."

"No, thanks," Christopher said angrily. "Come on, Becky, let's go." Without waiting for her, he charged to the door and slammed it on his way out.

"You don't have to go," Cypher then said directly to Becky. God, this girl does things for me.

For a split second in time, my eyes locked with my sister's. There, for the third time that night, she stared me down with my top down, and I was getting an eyeful of her breasts trying to escape her emotionally disturbed black bra.

"Since you guys haven't dated or anything, you know..." Bless that child, that sweet girl. Already trying to get another woman into bed with us. As for me, I couldn't help but wish for it. After all, this crush of mine had been getting bad in the past few weeks, especially since learning a few of my friends had trodden that same forbidden path I wished to take.

The door closed behind Becky as well, and both Cypher and I sighed. Still, we had each other. With the lights on, I was even more excited by her, and it showed as I tore her top off and began sucking her magnificent, tiny breasts. She squealed again, more in surprise than in delight. She had her pants down my hands for sure this time around, and my pants didn't last long. Even while I was leaning over her, she swiveled around to suck me off.

If there had been a mirror, I probably would have been rather despoiled of the image, big old me on all fours and this tiny girl underneath me, sucking away at my organ like a calf at the teat. But too bad; there was no mirror, and this little girl's mouth felt way too good. She didn't have a clue what she was doing, but her tongue was wet and she was hungry. Back and forth her whole body went, sucking like a girl possessed and driving her tongue along the sensitive underside of my breeding meat with each lunge forward.

I reached up with one hand to feel her swimming bottoms, or more importantly, what was under them. She cooed as my fingers found their way under the still-wet fabric to the soaking-wet skin. She groaned heavily onto my cock and sucked harder than anyone had sucked me in my life. Something made me wonder then what Becky would be like in the same situation.

Dammit, there it is again, images of my sister driving me crazy. I knew I had to do something, or I'd risk wasting what might be my only round with this girl down her throat. I forcefully pushed her aside, and her bottoms, still in my grip, slid down her legs to her knees, where they belonged. 

I ended up pushing too hard, causing her to fall off the bed. I pulled with her bottoms in my grip, but they only came off. When she surfaced again, she pushed me onto my back and mounted my salivated cock. Every fear, every hope, every casual glance, they all melted away when she touched her wet vagina to the tip of my aching penis.

When our genitalia touched, she leaned down to me and gave me hot little kisses across my lips, then panted into my open mouth while she used her hand on my tool to search out her opening. When she found it, the most wonderful feeling of silky warm wetness enveloped me like only pussy can. She moaned as the head of my cock fit inside her, and she leaned up with her hands on my chest to let herself sink down onto me. 

Inch after delicious inch closed between us, me holding her delicious hips and pumping in and out of her a little deeper each time. We hit bottom, and she fell forward to kiss me. No longer the hopeful kiss or the anxious kiss; this was a kiss of lovers who mutually loved fucking. I could tell then that I knew she was used to this feeling and that she was probably very good at it, with her taking such initiative. 

With a pounding heart, I very much looked forward to letting her ride me, and after we both came, me letting her know how good I was after she thought I'd be done. To think I had resigned to having a boring night. Thank you, Cypher. Even if I get arrested, it'll've been worth it.

Like I've said many times, I've been inside many women, but it felt sooo good inside this particular girl. Tight, moist, hot, and she made the cutest mewlings to go with her furled little eyebrows. She didn't stop until her pussy worked its way all the way down to the base of my cock, and there she stayed, grinding her pelvis upon mine, going faster, faster, faster until she came seconds later, gasping in pleasure without me lifting a finger.

She fell down onto my chest in sudden exhaustion, and she kissed my chest slowly and lovingly. But rather than wait around for my dick to go soft while she got her breath back, I got myself up, leaving her to fall flat on her back onto the bed. I dove head-first into her pussy from there with more gusto than I can ever remember in the few times I've taken the south road, and she was screaming yet again. Her hips thrust up at me as I drove my tongue up into her vaginal cavity, tasting fresh of chlorine. 

Sweet, I remember it being. Nothing but the taste of her sweat once the pool taste was worn off. I parted her cheeks with my thumbs and licked longer, longer, and longer strokes until my tongue was sweeping up against her asshole.

"No, not there, I... bwahhh!" she yelled, which only made my tongue linger longer and longer between her cheeks rather than between her legs. Her hips were off the ground, but wanting me deeper, she flipped around with her face down and her ass up.  

"Fuck me," she demanded, but my tongue instead stabbed deep into her asshole. She meweled in confusion of the new pleasure, for I had no doubt this was new to her, but still she gasped and pressed her ass back against me. I felt her fingers reaching around for my cock, begging me to have it back inside her, but still I tongued her asshole as deep as possible.

It seemed to last forever. I couldn't remember the last time I had this much fun in bed, nor when I had teased a girl this much, nor her wanting it so bad. Finally, Cypher backed up into me, knocking me onto my back, and she slid forward and took my cock back into her pussy. She ground on it like she did before, this time with me holding fast onto those tiny little hips of hers and giving her all I had. She was yelping in seconds, still grinding away, reaching for her orgasm, which came even faster than the first.

This time I lunged forward rather than let her fall off. She was back on her hands and knees and I was mounted above her, thrusting my swollen cock into her pussy for all I was worth. That silky blond hair I had admired so much was falling helplessly around her face in sweaty clumps. Her luscious back wasn't something I'd had too much time to stare at, but it still belonged to her, and it was laid out in front of me, especially with that tight, sweet ass. The whole thing was bare, and there was my cock, buried in that dripping pussy. My hips were crashing against her ass, shaking her throughout up to her little tits.

"Oh my god... Derrick... Derrick... Derrick..." she chanted while I fucked her. Damn. Must've heard my sister mention my name. "Fuck me please Derrick... Fuck meeeeaaaahahhhh!"

Her banter had driven far out of control too quickly, and before her previous climax could shake off, the third came bursting through her lungs and down her body. I pushed my cock as deep inside her as I could and held it, also slipping the tip of my finger into her asshole, just enough for her cute little sphincter to grip me without it hurting her.

"Oh my goooooooeaaasaaaaaaaaadddd!" she started up again. I thought her orgasm was peaking, but another one came in out of nowhere, rocking her body and me along with it. I couldn't help myself; I began plugging away again, also thrusting my finger right into her ass as I went.

Her orgasm didn't die down. Rather, it began to tear her apart. The noise she was making was one constant wail, a cry for help and for passion and for pleasure, every fiber in her being screaming for the unfathomable sensation not to stop.

But stop it did, and she fell forward, a hapless mass on the bed. She made not a sound.

I was a little worried she may suffocate with her face buried in the pillows. Just a little. I folded myself over onto her, cock still firmly entrenched, and turned her head to the side. She was fine, just flushed. She was looking up at me with those huge eyes full of confusion. No way was she used to coming that hard or that often, and I know she'd never had anything in her ass before.

I kissed her tender, swollen lips, imagining them to be the lips of her pussy, which must look pretty raw by then. She kissed me back, but she didn't have the breath or the energy for it. “Did you come?” she asked in her small voice, sounding like she was trying to make conversation while she got her breath back.

“It's not my turn,” I whispered to her, working my lips over her hear. I could feel her heart beating harder; her pussy was pulsing around my cock. Honestly, I wasn't sure this girl could take more. But when I pushed myself upright again, she gripped the sheets in her tiny fists, bracing herself against me.

We were still arranged in the “from behind.” I pushed forward, pressing my cockhead hard against her cervix, drawing out a long “Mmm...” from my partner, and I scooted my legs past hers and pulled her ass firmly atop me. My cock shuffled around inside her deliciously, and I couldn't help but let out a moan of my own. She caught wind of what I was doing, and she readjusted herself as well so she was, once again, properly mounted atop me “reverse cowgirl”. For a trip upstairs that was supposed to be a quick two pops on my part, this was turning out to be quite the trip through the sex manual.

“That feels good,” Cypher moaned. Once she had got comfortable, most of her weight was on her pelvis, and her pelvis was supported by nothing but mine, so my cock was resting deep inside her. We both sighed and grunted a little as my instincts took over, making me grab her by her hips and grind myself into her a little. She joined in, using her grip on the sheets to grind back. 

I decided to push what luck I had in going further with her, opportunistic gentleman that I am. I was caressing her ass the way you do when you have one shoved in your face, caressing it and squeezing it. I was getting appreciative moans from the girl, who buried her face into the bed and let her hips ride. That was the moment for me to touch her butthole again, and after getting away with rubbing it for a few seconds, I let my finger slide inside.

She sat up immediately, but I kept pushing, pushing, getting my finger deeper. She hissed, but deeper I went until my finger was buried within her rectum. I clutched her ass with the rest of my fingers while I felt her from within, and my other hand slid up her small chest to feel what breasts she had, coaxing her into enjoying me fingering her.

She was still breathing through her teeth, and she was clutching her hair. But then her hips started to rise and fall to take advantage of the cock inside her. She was only using the strength in her tiny legs, so she only lasted five or so repetitions, the last of which she fell and began shaking. I gripped her roughly wherever I was holding her, and she fell to the bed in a heap.

I let my one hand slide back to her ass to join the other to enjoy her supple skin, using the leverage to pump my cock up into her. I also went about fingering her ass properly with long, even strokes to match my cock. Soon enough she was helping, and together we brought her to another climax just after I suggested she touch herself.

She got up in something of a daze, freezing and shuddering with every hint of my finger sliding out of her ass until it popped free. She turned around and fell on my cock head-first, holding lovingly onto my staff, licking its shining length and rubbing her face against it. She pulled the head towards her and slid her mouth over it, though she, like so many women before her, couldn't manage more than half.

She wasn't very energetic; I figured if she wanted me to come right there, she would've done something other than stroke me that slowly while holding it up alongside her face. I caressed that face, and as my thumb caught her bottom lip, she sucked it up into her mouth, and taking hold of my hand like she had my cock, she sucked my index finger. Sucked it hard and fast, making her cheeks cave in. I think that had she sucked my cock like that, I would've blown in no time. But she was still stroking it softly while sucking the faint flavor of her ass off my finger.

I turned her over and got a pillow under her head to get her comfortable for the final act. After I was assured of her comfort, I slipped between her legs and got my cock inside her again. She immediately clutched my head to hers and kissed me hard. Though her body was shot, she was still every bit as fired up as the first time she kissed me, and I could feel all my strength rushing into my cock to make her scream in pleasure yet again.

But to look at her face while she did it... I was propped up on my hands, thrusting away between this tiny girl's legs. And she was staring up at me with those cute little blue eyes and those furled little brows and those adorable tiny breasts. She was begging now, begging me to fuck her. And I had reached my limit.

"I'm gonna co... I'm gonna... I'm..." I was panting. I had felt it coming for a long time now, but I couldn't give it any focus from having too much fun. But now, with her begging me with those eyes, there was nothing I could do to stop it. I looked down to see her sweet, hairless pussy gripping down on my cock, wet with her and sliding inside her over and over again. 

"I'm gonna come..." I said at last.

"Come in me, baby," she mewled so quietly. "Come in me... baby please... please come in me; please, Derrick, please come in me... please, baby..."

On and on she went, and when she wasn't begging me for my cum, she was kissing me; my lips, my neck, my chest; I had never felt an orgasm take so long to arrive, nor could I remember wanting one more. Seeing her one last time with her eyes begging me like she would be hearbroken without it, my will to go on any further broke along with my dams. Cum flowed out of me in burst after burst, and my orgasm came after, blinding me with phenomenal pleasure in the purest sense of the word. I looked down at her, curious to see her face after I had done this to her, but she was stroking my hair, gazing at me with nothing but gratitude.

I got off her and got my clothes back on. She stayed behind. I had to look back for just a second, just to appreciate what I had just had. Then I left her to her bliss; I had finally recovered my wits and was eager to get back to the party and the sea of dolphins.

"Good day, eh?" Sam asked. He had grabbed a couch and a table and was dealing the cards.

"Good day." Bill was there as well. No sign of Dree. We may all have gotten some rocks off that night, but there was no use talking about it. It's a sickness, really. You can't live without it, but that doesn't mean you let it control you. We were men about to play a man's game. No sense babbling on like schoolgirls about our conquests all night.

We got a few hands played and we all could enjoy ourselves, but unfortunately my sister came along to interrupt my fun. Takes one to know one, I suppose. "Derrick, can you take me home?" hadn't seen anything of her that night after she left the upstairs bedroom until she approached me what must've been an hour or so later; it may be that she and the other guy managed to find another empty room; that, or she found something/one else to occupy herself. She didn't look like she'd gone swimming...

"I guess," I answered after a moment of consideration. There'd be other parties, and my boys still had each other for backup for the remainder of the evening. If it was, say, just me and Bill? I'd've stuck it out with him. And like I said, my sister's cool with me. Most of the time. I'll take her home if she wants.




4-4-1 Guys at a Bar



But you wanna know something that bugs me? This story was supposed to be about incest.



4-4-2 Guys and Girls at a Bar



"Guys and Girls at a Bar," part 2 of the "It was supposed to be about incest" arc.

Copyright CopperSkink (or Copper's Kink; whatever turns you on), January One, Two Thousand Ten.

All players eighteen and older, even graduated from high school.

Circa 2066 (subject to change depending on how well I organize my notes in the next several months), located in the (fictional) charming town of Rotterdale, North Carolina, halfway up the coast and about ten miles in on foot. 

"Bombshell Manor" and "Tranquil Breeze Garden" are explained in previous (to be posted) chapters, so look forward to them coming out.

*

"Ugh..." I said to greet the morning. Someone had been so kind as to build the house to accept Eastern sunlight in the mornings, yet no blackout curtains were drawn. "Who's packing?"

There was a little noise littered throughout the room. Both male and female, people waking up, getting dressed. There was also a warm body tucked into me, ass first, just the way I like it. Neither of us had clothes on, and the liquor had released its hold on my dick, allowing it to explore the creature's ass.

"Breakfast in a few minutes," someone called from outside. My eyes shot open, along with many others if I judged the complaints correctly, and once again I, along with everybody else, wished I could go back in time and shoot Newton in the head for inventing gravity. Going up was fine, but coming down was a bitch.

"Mmm... morning," the girl tucked into me said to me. I felt her crane her neck around to kiss me, and her hand reached back to pet my cock, poking at her backside. My eyes opened, and...

"Oh hey, Beck."

"Hey," my little sister said back at me, finishing our kiss before peering around the room a few times. I took a look around as well.

Sam was sprawled out on the bed by himself, no surprise there. A few of the girls were in a general pile next to the bed, with Dree and Bill here or there. One more unidentified groan told me Sara had been sleeping somewhere behind me.

We all got dressed in what we came in, and we looked a pretty ridiculous bunch heading downstairs. Me and my boys in slacks, the girls in dresses that were pressed and clean and glamorous the night before with styled hair. This morning, their hair was... something. Becky looked somewhat passable with her hair just straightened, but she still looked ridiculous in her dress and heels, mingling with the remaining crowd. Sara and her adventurous criss-crossed breasts were the worst, though.

A dozen other people had stayed the night, but I learned that they were all related to the owners of the house or else they went to school at the Garden. The residents were the mothers of the headmistress of the garden, a pair of eighty-something women who thought we all looked very humorous in our dancing shoes.

Throughout breakfast, Becky was quite flirtatious with all the boys and girls at the largish table, but her naked foot was running itself along my leg all morning. The fact that I knew she wanted me and that she wanted to save our first time for something special was making me hard as shit despite all the times I came the night before. I only hoped I could keep her attention long enough to collect.

We all got home in good time, except I had to turn around and head right to classes. I missed my early one; not good. The rest went by in a rather slow blur, and I was fucking exhausted by five in the evening when I was finally free.

I dragged myself by way of the tram to Julie's, where a stool was waiting for me.

"Wotcher, handsome," said Jess the barmaiden with a pitcher of delicious foam for me.

I gave her a casual wave of my aching hand. Computer technology into its fifth decade, and this stupid school still has us writing with pencils.

"Down and out today?" she asked in her sultry bartender voice.

"He's just pissed he hasn't gotten any from a 'special someone'," Bill's voice said from next to me. I hadn't noticed him before; I popped him one on the arm.

"Aww... le povre," she said sympathetically. "I'll go to bed with you any time you ask, you know."

I groaned rather than answer. Jess was a nice piece of tail, but now she just seemed like every other dolphin in the sea, especially after having fucked her already. She turned off to handle (and flirt with) someone else further down the bar.

"Don't worry, stud, you'll get her."

This new voice had me puzzled. I craned my head to look down the bar past Bill, and... "Sally? What're you doing here?"

"Drinking," she said with some incredulity. "What'd you expect, dancing on the bar?" That voice somehow reached all the way to my testicles. Sally had been good in bed from what I had seen. Too good. It wasn't natural.

Dree was there, moping as usual. Sam, uncharacteristically, wasn't. He arrived a half hour later, and he seemed grumbly at the thought of sharing a bar with his sister, but soon he was drinking his problems away with the rest of us. Salamandy was loving it, chatting away a storm despite no one listening to her. She was on her phone half the time as well; he heard about half the news of the entire town relayed through her in the time it took us to get through three pitchers. It was like she had no code at all.

Then, to the surprise of some and the causal interest of others, an adorable blond with a stereotypically perky outfit pulled up a seat next to me. "Bartender!" she hollered, "Is there any beer in this place?" She then turned to me. I was already staring at her in disbelief.

"Hi!" she said warmly. "Remember me?"

I gave her a blank stare. What's with all these woman at our bar?

"Cindy? From last night?"

"I remember," I said somewhat modestly, though I couldn't really tell her from her twin yet. "What're you..."

"I heard a bunch of people were gonna be here," she said whimsically. She distracted herself with her new beer and peanuts. "How's it goin'?"

"Sara? Is that you?" came a rather loud noise from my right. Salamandy had surely already noticed her sister's appearance, and the annoying effect was lost on none of us. "Where's Cindy? I thought you two were attached at the wrist!"

Despite her rudeness, she was right. I can't remember having ever seen the twins apart before.

"Bite me," Cindy snarled at her sister eloquently. "So, come here often?" she turned back to me.

"More and more, it seems," I said, still in a daze. Why was she talking to me?

In the next hour it took us to polish off two more pitchers, Salamandy and Cindy continued to dominate the conversation that took place, but Cindy only seemed interested in talking to me. She wasn't just talking, either. Her dangling feet bumped into mine every so often, and she would accentuate what jokes she told by leaning up against me momentarily and touching me on the hand whenever I said anything to her out of sheer courtesy.

She was making me feel in a way I hadn't felt in years. Whenever she touched me, excitement shot through my veins. I was actually getting hard from her flirting. That hasn't happened to me since I was a freshman in high school, shortly before "The Beast" took my soul. The more she talked to me, and the more she flirted with me, the more she started to grow on me. Compared to her sister Salamandy, she had exceptionally golden hair, automatically making her seem the more adventurous and exciting of the two, but her eyes spoke of a maturity that belied her age. She was nowhere as whimsical or as silly as Sally: the things she had to say spoke more of sophistication and dignity, and she wasn't insulting when she spoke. As I understood it, the two sisters were almost the same age, separated by only a few months. Yet where Salamandy's future seemed to be in waiting tables, I could see Cindy running board meetings in a smart suit. She was classy.

Evening was getting mature, time for the older crowd to start coming in for dinner, which meant was time for us younger kids to head out and find some way to kill the rest of the Saturday. After we paid our compliments to the ever-attentive Jess, we turned and headed out.

Cindy caught up with me at the door before I could group up with my boys for protection, and she clutched onto my arm. "Wanna go for a walk? she asked sweetly.

I looked left and right, but everyone else was too involved in their non-involvement to notice. I was trapped.

She was already dragging me down the street off towards nowhere before I could answer. "So... what're you doing in college?"

"I donno, trying to figure out what I want to do with my life," I answered lamely.

"That's cool. I don't know either, so I think it's a good idea to just take it easy for a few years. As long as you got a home to go home to and money from your parents to keep going to school, right?"

"Uhh... yeah." I wasn't used to this. I hadn't done any dating in forever; not that I felt like I was on a date, but I'm not used to sharing with women. Had I a chunk of change in my pocket to do something with, I would've just lubed her up with a few smooth words on our way to a hotel room. Had she not been my boy's sister, that is. I have rules when we're not all in the same room.

"Sara wants to be an electrical engineer, but I can't make heads or tails of the designs she shows me. I want to be a fashion designer, so I go talk to the people in town that have to do with fashion, you know. Mistress Melody, Granny Nikki, Leslie; that crowd."

None of whom I'd ever met, but all three of them were names on Main Street in Downtown Rotterdale; they ran a dresses-by-order business, an art studio, and a lingerie shop respectively.

"I spend some time modeling for money, but that usually means I see more of raven-beak than I'd like to, you know what I mean..."

"Raven-beak" was the household nickname for the two black-haired girls in Sam's house, including Salamandy, whom no one really seemed to like. It was a fitting nickname, for as far as I knew, the rest of their brothers and sisters were all blond.

"But it's some decent money, and you meet a few people now and then. You know?"

"Hang on," I said, trying not to be rude, "I don't mean to be rude, but... is there a particular reason you're singling me out?"

She stopped dead in her tracks to shoot me a look of horror. I wasn't buying it, so I raised my eyebrows and waiting.

"Fine," she huffed. "I need a date to the dance, and Sara's already taking someone." She had dropped my arm and was standing stock-still in her sunflower sandals with her arms crossed, looking pointedly in a different direction.

"...We just had the dance," I said obviously. "Or do you mean the high school dance? That's like a month away."

"That's the Senior Ball; I mean the Garden Promenade," she said impatiently. "So, will you go with me?"

"Why me? I thought it was, begging your pardon, Sara that had an eye on me, and you were with Bill and Drivved."

"I donno; she said she was going with someone, and I have to go, and you seem like a nice guy, so..."

"You have to go? You sound like you don't want to. And I thought the Garden hosted that dance from last night. And you go to Cameron anyway."

"That was just a party," she said impatiently. "The real dance is next week. It's the official yearly 'coming of age' party for former students. Anyway, if I go, I have to have a date, and like I said, I wanted to go with Sara, but she's taking someone, and I know you don't have a date, so will you go with me, or not?"

"I donno; what kind of a dance is it? Is anyone else I know gonna be there?"

"A couple people; I donno... It's like a regular school dance with food and dancing and a band. You have to wear shoes and slacks and a shirt like last night. Okay?"

I tried not to let my eyes roll. I'm used to girls tripping over themselves to get dates for a dance they absolutely had to go to, but this girl thought of it as a chore. I admit, I was intrigued.

"Why do you even want to go?"

"I owe it to my teachers," she explained patiently. "When I went to school there, they had every kind of activity to do: Games, sports, music, drawing, pottery, whatever, and you could learn at your own pace. If you ever didn't understand anything, there were oodles of teachers on standby to help you with whatever. By the time I got to high school, I already knew everything they taught. The only reason I go is to learn to socialize, apparently. Did you hear what happened with Drivved's sisters?"

"Them? Didn't they take off somewhere?"

"No; I mean, they went straight to Laurel. All three of them have doctorates, and Holly, the youngest, is hardly even eighteen. I hear all three of them got recruited to work for some space program."

"So... what does this have to do with...?"

"Did you like high school?"

"I have to think about that for a s... no, I didn't like it."

"I don't like it either. I don't even wanna go to their stupid Senior Ball; everyone's just gonna be off acting like sluts all night and ditch early to go get a room upstairs."

We had gone back to walking, and she stopped us in a big park full with a children's section full of goodies to ride on. She sat us down on a bench nearby a flock of kids enjoying themselves.

"So it's not really my thing," she continued, "but the Promenade at the Garden is a bit special to me. Like I said, I was just gonna go with Sara, but since she seems so busy..." I knew a woman's fury when I heard it, "I thought maybe you'd wanna go."

"Why her? Aren't you supposed to take boys to dances?"

She was losing her patience. "Girls go with girls all the time; nobody cares if you're gay or anything at the Garden."

"But... your sister?"

It was her turn to raise her eyebrows.

"Nothing, nothing..."

"So?"

"I guess..."

"Great. Come on." She pulled me to my feet and dragged me by the hand off to a huge house that had its back to the park.

"And we're going...?"

"To meet my dad. We have to clear our dates with him well in advance if we want to live."

Suddenly I found myself not wanting to meet Sam's father, not at all.

"Look," she said, turning me to face her, "you wanna fuck me, don't you?"

She had turned on the charm. Carefully mascaraed eyelashes, delicate pink lipstick, and faintly rosed cheeks made her into quite the alluring young lady. Her lips were parted and she was gazing up at me with a kind of hunger. Again, I didn't buy it. This was how I expected Salamandy to behave; Cindy and Sara seemed above this kind of nonsense. Disappointing, really

"The thought had crossed my mind," I said honestly enough, hoping it was the right thing to say, "but haven't we already..."

"That was Sara you were with last night. So? How about it?"

"Well, yeah. I wouldn't mind, I mean."

"Then act like it in front of my dad." She clutched me close again and pulled me to the back door of the house.

"Daddy, this is Derrick," she said a few minutes later.

A short man with pale blond hair greeted us. He was stocky with farm-hand muscles I had come to expect from people that grew up in the Garden; from my brief time with Salamandy and her twin sisters in the buff, both were soft on the outside, but they were equally hard with polished muscle. I could easily see him as being Sampson's father.

"Samson Campbell," he said behind a frown and an extended hand. His little girl was clutching to me as though I was the love of her life, and I could feel his protectiveness of her when he crushed my hand in his. Strong indeed.

"Derrick invited me to the dance at the Garden," Cindy lied. "May we go?"

"We'll see," he said behind a scowl. "Your sister's waiting for you upstairs. Derrick, would you mind joining me in my office?"

Oh, shit. What the fuck has she gotten me into? But as he turned his back to lead me, Cindy flash me a winning grin and winked at me; she was expecting this. She bolted upstairs to be reunited with her twin.

I followed the man through a few rooms; I took a moment to look around. This house had a reputation for having the most children under its roof next to the Garden itself, yet there wasn't a spot of mess anywhere. I heard Garden students learned to work their backs and keep their living spaces clean; this discipline surely leaked into this man's house.

The final door was through the huge kitchen, where several people I didn't recognize were amusing themselves with various concoctions. I had been half-expecting to see Sam somewhere, but to no avail. I was led through the door, and suddenly I was wishing I was back in the bar.

It stank. Burning. Chemicals. Rot. Not at all the comfortable chair I was hoping for in what was surely going to be an interview. I could see the questioning process was going to be completely painful.

"Where're you from, son?" he asked me after offering me a seat.

"Life-long Bomb," I said, citing the high school mascot.

He nodded noncommittally. "How long've you known Cindy?"

There's a question I wasn't prepared for. Then again, if I needed to study in advance, shouldn't Cindy have warned me? "We just met, actually," I said as casually as I could, but I could feel my heartbeat racing. "I'm friends with Sam; he introduced us at the dance last night."

He scoffed. Damn. "I'll have you know this dance isn't like these parties you kids are used to. The Promenade takes place at Tranquil Breeze Garden, where there are no private rooms to escape to afterwords."

"I... hadn't even thought about it," I stammered. Truthfully enough.

"I'm an intelligent man," he countered. "And you, you're how old?"

"Twenty-one, sir," I said, trying to keep things as clean as possible.

"College?"

"Laurel, sir."

"Then I assume you're an intelligent man as well, and intelligent people think. But no matter what you may or may not be thinking, my daughter is still in high school, and she still lives under my roof. Need I expound?"

"No, sir."

The rest of the conversation went on like that. It never got easy; the questions themselves weren't hard, but I felt embarrassed when I couldn't tell him what my plans for the future were or when I had to tell him I was still living at home with no graduation in sight and no career lined up. No matter what my answers were, he never flinched.

"Have you ever been to the Garden?" was his next question. Something I didn't expect.

"No, but I've heard about it."

"You may have come to understand that its former students who attend Cameron High aren't exactly in need of the education they offer there?"

"Cindy said something about that, yeah."

"It's a social experiment, you see," he explained. "They don't do much teaching at high schools; it's more of a way to keep young people off the streets and out of trouble for the majority of the day. They also learn social behavior before they get dumped into what we like to refer to as 'the real world'.

"I decided to install my children into high school for this experience; wheres others... you know Timber?"

"Drivved's brother, right?"

Samson nodded, "My son with Drivved's mother. She chose not to put her five in high school; Timber, being my eldest, tended toward her influence. Tell me, what is your view of 'the real world'?"

I had to think for a minute. "It sucks," I said after exactly one minute.

"Exactly. The Garden is not like this. People treat one-another with respect. Everyone works hard towards a common goal, and everyone achieves his or her own dreams through cooperation, and everyone takes their fair share of cleaning up after everyone else. 

The Senior Ball hosted by Cameron High is for the seniors to engage in rather unscrupulous behavior as a reward for their year-long unscrupulous behavior. At the Garden, the Promenade is more of a dignified gathering of those who live to be eighteen. There are teachers from both the Garden and from Cameron as well as professors from Laurel, and there are parents. 




4-4-2 Guys and Girls at a Bar



"Do you know the difference between an engagement and a wedding?"

Somehow, this man with twenty-something children didn't strike me as the marrying type. Especially after knowing Sampson. "Nothing's coming to mind." What the fuck was he getting on about, anyway?

"An engagement is for the couple. They already know their future lies together, so it's a simple giving of a ring and a nice dinner once things are decided. Possibly a romantic evening, the removal of prophylactics from the bed."

Okay, maybe this guy's cool after all.

"A wedding," he continued before he made me blush, "is for the family. You get married, the people you know want to see, and kiss, your bride. Or husband; we from the Garden do not discriminate. But you see, the wedding holds no particular interest to the couple; they made their decision back at their engagement. Do you understand?"

"I suppose I do."

"Of course you don't; you're too young to be worrying about that kind of thing. Remember only that all of my children are very important, and not just to me."

"I will, sir."

"Then we have nothing more to discuss. Dress smartly, yes? A sweater and corduroys will be acceptable, but slacks and a tie will work if you'd feel more proper."

I don't know why, but after he let me out of his awful room, I found myself wanting very much to fuck his daughter. For the time that she'd been sitting next to me, I thought I'd hit that already, so I found my own interest surprising. But that he was so protective of her as well as learning that she was still untapped territory made her seem very much appealing. My manhood once again came to attention. I would have to get something done about that, though I still had school that morning.

******

With seven days gone by, I was roasting away in my cozy bedroom, being myself. I had mostly forgotten about the whole thing. I was sent home without saying goodbye to Cindy, and the week went on. With the high school dance coming up, Becky found herself rather busy, but I seemed to keep fantasizing about her. Rather than jack off to the image of my sister, who was becoming more and more perfect in my eyes, I just kept my hands off.

Knock knock knock.

Becky.

"Hey, baby," said in my warmest voice upon welcoming her in. She looked pissed.

"Call for you," she said frigidly.

"...And?"

"It would seem that your 'date' will be waiting for you with your 'ride' at the horse stables Downtown."

I can't remember having seen her so angry. Her arms were crossed firmly, but she looked so adorable with her hair curling out of control. I just wanted to gather her into my arms and kiss every inch of her.

"Thanks, Beck," I said instead. I turned to go get ready, but she remained.

"Going somewhere tonight?"

"Yeah, there's this thing down at the orphanage. There's this girl needed me to be her fall-back; guess the other guy backed out."

"I hope you have a wonderful time," she said. She couldn't have made herself more clear if she had shouted. I felt sick to my stomach from the time I stepped into the shower to get ready to the moment I stepped off the trolley to the Downtown waiting area. 

I could see giddy couples converging in their eveningwear; I let my eyes wander rather than engage, waiting for my date. Cindy met me in a glamorous dress that did her body justice, and she was wearing those same sunflower sandals that reminded me of that moment I decided wanted her. Her yellow dress matched perfectly and glittered with sequins. Next to her, Sara was dressed to match, wearing a rose-colored dress with rosepetal sandals.

"Derrick! There you are!" called Cindy when she saw me approaching one of the carriages that was to purvey us to the dance. Sara came with her; I took pity on them and met them halfway for the sake of their outfits. They collided with me and each kissed me on a cheek.

"Cindy," I said somewhat warmly, aiming a kiss on her cheek, but she intercepted me and got it on the lips. I was much happier to see her than I had expected; it took my mind off my grumpy sister. "Sara, date not here yet?"

I wasn't sure if I was supposed to shake her hand or kiss her as well. But they glanced at each other, then each took a hand of mine and pulled me past the carriages to the door of the art studio. A blank "Closed" sign punctuated the door, but Cindy pressed the face of her watch to the locking mechanism, and the door popped open. They pulled me inside and shut the door after me.

"There was a slight mix-up," Cindy said.

"Your date didn't show," I said to Sara.

"My date didn't show," she repeated.

"So... we need you to do us a really big favor," Cindy said. From the look on her face, I didn't think I was going to like what the favor was. But then, maybe I should catch an early night after all, go cheer my sister up.

"It's cool; I knew you two wanted to go together. I'll head back..."

"We wouldn't do that to you!" Sara interrupted.

"Yeah, we want you to take both of us!" Cindy finished.

I had to think about that one. "I donno... your dad seems kinda..." I had a whole speech prepared about how I should honor their father's wishes because I feared him killing me, but they turned to one-another and kissed. And not just touching lips like Cindy and I had done, they were crushed together, hands wrapped tightly around bodies, mouths pried open with seeking tongues. A kiss like I'd had with Sara a week earlier.

My cock, untouched since last week, was making quite an effort against my tan slacks. Cindy's experienced fingers dawdled along my belt line before plunging down my pants to take hold of me. Her cold fingers brought me to life; Cindy reached for her twin's breast, and still their kiss went on.

"Please?" they then said together, cheeks pressed close. Cindy's hand joined Sara's on my cock.

I was excited to no end. I thought the girls weren't down with this kind of thing, and my mind was alive with the possibilities. "I thought you girls weren't down with this kind of thing," I said with a catch in my voice.

Cindy looked at Sara, and Sara looked at Cindy. "Did I hear him correctly?"

"I think he said 'down'."

"I think he said 'down' too."

"Better do what he says."

Cindy then, to my amazement, dropped to her knees. But not to face me, she leaned up against her twin's legs. Her fingers slowly started to peel up the rose dress.

"We're not," Sara said firmly, looking me square in the eyes. "And it stays that way, do you understand?" Her dress had been pulled up to reveal her thighs; Cindy was planting gentle kisses on her tanned skin.

My mouth was watering. A few more centimeters, and a yellow thong came peeking out from under Sara's rose dress. "Completely," I affirmed.

"Good man," Sara said, squeezing my cock. Cindy pushed her sister's dress up just a bit higher, then planted a kiss square on her covered pussy. "When we get back, this place'll be abandoned. Perfect, wouldn't you say?"

"Umm... yeah," I gasped. "Perfect."

"It's where we get photo shoots done. There's a bed and everything." Her hand was doing wonders on my cock; there was no way this girl was as good as her reputation lent her. I wanted her to pull my cock out of my pants, to jerk me off until she came on her panties, to make her sister lick it up. I didn't want to go to the dance at all, not when there was a perfectly secluded bed waiting just a single flight of steps up. 

Still, we went back out, all three of us very flushed, me holding Cindy tight in front of me as though I was so excited to have her around. Which I was, but it also held my erection out of sight. We all got onto the various carriages and took off.

The dance was a bust. While it was a nice place to be, it was every bit as stuffy as the girls' father made it out to be. People from every stretch of education were there; it was something like an opportunity for former students to meet adults who could place them in the right schools or jobs.

Still, we danced, the three of us, and I got to dance with any number of other girls. One particular favorite of mine was a busty blond who was nearly as tall as I am; she said she taught at Laurel and that I should check out her sexual health class. Hearing her talking about sex for two hours at a time was definitely something I could get used to.

The headmistress came out and said her piece, but I was too distracted with my two dates. Though they had a lot of face to show for the people there, they stuck close by me and flirted with each other endlessly for my benefit. Their father also showed up, being an important figure from Cameron High. He checked on us frequently, and the girls always seemed to know when he was around and behaved immaculately as such, but he had far too many other children to look after to have enough eyes for us.

I kept thinking I'd run into Sam or Dree, since both were former "Sprouts" as formers of the Garden are known, but I had to remind myself that this was a party for the eighteen-year-olds, and the two of them were already in their twenties. I was only there because I'd been invited. As to the "party" part of the party, there was dancing and eating and singing; the headmistress herself played bass guitar with a band containing a particularly attractive drummer and keyboarder. The girls went wild, and fun was had by all. Still, the night closed uneventfully, and those few of us who couldn't stay in the school barracks headed out to the horse stables for the ride home. The twins, despite my fears to the contrary, joined me.

Fears, fears, and more fears. With my moments alone at the dance, I remembered my sister and the promise she made. Normally I don't worry about her problems, but I couldn't help but feel like I was her problem. And that was unacceptable.

The other part of my brain assured me that my sister was my sister, not my girlfriend, and that she'd take care of her own business, and that my business was to attend to the two sexy young ladies that promised to take good care of me once we were alone.

Speaking of alone, we pulled up to the Downtown stable, where those in town who got around on horseback left their mounts to go shopping. My blood was pulsing through my veins and through my cock, and the girls' hands were joined together in my lap, both rubbing me through my pants. My arms were around them and I got plenty of ass in my hands that night.

When we got let out, we all stood around and chatted. I knew how it went; it would take some time for everyone to dissipate. Translation: The three of us sneaking unseen into the studio would take all night.

Cindy was the first to disappear, looking for a bathroom. Sara was next, looking for her sister. With half an hour gone, I was pretty sure everyone had forgotten about them, and I casually made my way away from the crowd to slip inside the studio.

The door was unlocked, but it locked itself up nice and tight when it closed around me. The small entry room was empty as ever besides the usual paintings and stairway, which I took. Up the stairs, I finally got somewhere.

"Took you long enough," said a flushed Cindy, who was drinking out of a bottle of wine.

"...Where's your sister?" I asked, almost too excited by what was about to happen to believe.

"She's downstairs, taking a shower," she said plainly. Her own hair was wet and her makeup was gone, but she still wore her yellow dress and matching sandals. At this point I was feeling tedious: Did she really want me? She wasn't acting like it, but everything had gone according to schedule. My penis, standing around half-power, figured close enough.

From downstairs, I heard water being shut off. I didn't notice it before, but it was a very welcome sound. Two minutes later, a very wet Sara stepped up, also back in her dress and sandals. Cindy's face lit up when she saw her, and she offered her the bottle.

"So," Sara said after a healthy drink of red wine, "refresh my memory. What is beef-boy doing here?"

"He's the guy that volunteered to record us, remember?"

"Oh, of course. How silly of me."

Record? But duh, the bed was lined with tripods loaded with cameras.

"Now, where were we?"

Again, Sara was looking at Cindy, not me. The twins had a way of being the only people in a room as far as they were concerned.

"I think I was on my knees in front of you," Cindy said matter-of-factly.

"That's what I thought. Beef-boy, you know how to run a camera?"

"Uhh... sure," I stuttered, rushing over.

"Then get to it. Cindy, do you have anything to say to the camera before you begin?"

Cindy was already pulling her twin's dress up like she had hours earlier. But to my surprise, she turned to me, saying, "Derrick, I'm sorry we were screwing with you, but it's tough for Sara and me, not dating or anything. If you want, you can tell everyone I'm your girlfriend, and we can make out and public and stuff. Is that cool?"

"Plus, you get private shows," Sara added as she pulled her sister's face into her thigh. Cindy licked her there, and I admit it was difficult to turn them down.

"I... I guess..."

"Great. Cindy, as you were."

I went ahead and pulled the camera off the tripod so I could get whatever angle I wanted. Cindy pulled Sara's dress up high enough that the bright yellow thong was out in the open, and she kissed every bit of skin that was showing. I moved in nice and close rather than just zoom in, but they both smiled at me rather than chase me off. From that distance I could hear her lips popping off that wet skin every time.

"What do I do now?" Cindy asked sweetly. She was looking at me, not her sister.

"You're asking me?" I huffed in disbelief.

"Yeah. I want you to get your money's worth..."

I had to think about that for a m... "Kiss her pussy."

"Thank you."

That appreciation came not from Sara, but from Cindy, whose lips latched themselves on to her yellow thong worn by her sister. 

"What will you girls do?" I asked hopefully.

"Dude, just tell us, don't ask stupid questions," Sara grumbled. She was starting to sigh, and Cindy was having to hold her hands back from moving the thong out of her way.

"Then I want you to to kiss," I said. Sure enough, Cindy smiled and got to her feet, and she wasted no time in kissing her sister again. They shared a few simple pecks, and I waited for things to get more interesting, but as far as kisses went, it was boring.

I grunted. "What's wrong?" Sara asked.

"Nothing, nothing," I said as fast as I could. "It's just, I thought you wanted to... you know..."

"You told us to kiss, didn't you? Aren't we kissing?"

"Yeah, but, you know, deeper."

"Oh," she said in sudden understanding. "You mean like this?" And she held Cindy's face in her hands and plowed her mouth right open, digging deep with her tongue.

"No no no," I interrupted again. "Not like that, more passionately."

They backed it up a little bit, but all they did from there was wag their tongues together a little. It was pathetic to watch.

"No, like this," I insinuated as I moved forward, but Sara blocked me.

"Hands on the camera," she warned. "What are we doing wrong?"

I recovered from her rebuff; I wasn't allowed to touch apparently, but it was still okay for me to direct the action. "Cindy, wet your finger," I instructed.

Cindy held her hand up between her lips and her sister's, extended her finger, and stuck her tongue out to meet it.

"Sara, you too. Her finger, not yours." My heart was pounding again; there was no way I was gonna get away with this. Sara's tongue poked out as well, and the two of them lovingly lathered Cindy's finger with their saliva. It then dipped into Sara's mouth, and Sara, bless her, began giving head to it. She then turned it into Cindy's mouth, who did the same. I was suddenly very upset that my cock was staying in my pants.

"That's enough," I said after I got my concentration back. Both girls were cooing softly as they switched the finger between their two mouths. Cindy had taken to licking her finger as it slid between Sara's lips, but she pulled it out obediently and held it still in the air between their faces, waiting for further instructions.

"Put it in her ass," I said, hardly allowing myself to breathe.

Without so much as blinking, Cindy reached down her sister's backside, pulled up her dress, reached under her panties and made Sara moan. I got down with my camera, and I saw what must have been the most perfect back end in my sexual career. Not a hair in sight; two perfectly-shaped pussy lips with a hint of pink squeezed in between and an adorable little asshole the exact same shade of pink. I got the most perfect view of a slender little finger pressing up against that delicate circle, and little by little, it pushed its way in. The most delicious moan came from Sara's lips, making me abandon my post from her rear end to get her reaction from her face.

"Wait right there," I said quickly, and I rushed up to flip one of the other cameras on. But why stop there? I turned the other two on as well, then I had the girls get onto the bed where all three cameras would be focused. Sara got in Cindy's lap, and I got one tripod camera focused on their faces and one on her ass with the third taking a more full view.

"As you were, ladies," I instructed.

The nifty cameras had each other's views, and it took me all of eight seconds to learn how to use the controls on the one I was holding to zoom in on Sara's ass and face simultaneously as Cindy's finger took its second trip inside.

It was worth it. Sara's face was all gone over in heavy pleasure, and Cindy was overly-excited by the effect she was having.

"Now let's try again," I said, my excitement growing all the time. "Sara, kiss your sister. I want you to lead." I especially liked calling them "sisters" with the cameras listening, as though it wasn't obvious enough that they were identical. Sara, her eyes heavy, now leaned forward with much more purpose, her hungry lips seeking out Cindy's.

They met at last, and this time it was much slower, more purposeful. This was no longer silly posing for the camera, this was need. You could see the hair standing up on every exposed inch of Sara's skin and you could smell the arousal coming from her. Every breath she took was spent crying for her sister's lips.

Their lips melded together in sweet little kisses or just got squished between two passionate mouths. Their tongues slid out on occasion to wet lips and whet appetites. Sara would moan on occasion, and Cindy would respond by kissing her more deeply or pushing her finger deeper inside her asshole. I wanted more than anything to help them, but I knew what the rules were. I wouldn't even touch myself; I needed both hands for the camera anyways.

The fine sheen of shower water that covered Sara was slowly being replaced by a sweet sweat. I wanted to lean down and taste it, but I couldn't. But then, what was I in charge for?

"Cindy," I said with my big-boy voice, "lick her once on the chest. Taste her sweat."

Cindy broke the kiss at once to do what she was told, and just like I had envisioned, her tongue fell out of her mouth to slide, just once, along the length of Sara's exposed chest from the bottom of the neckline of her dress all the way up to her neck, and she kept on going, licking her up her face until her tongue fell again into her mouth.

These two girls were amazing, the way they melded together. But even though I was sure they'd had experience together already, even they seemed surprised by the passion they were sharing at that moment.

Sara soon began gasping, "Fuck me," in short breaths while making sure she didn't lose her grip on Cindy's lips. From the viewfinder on my hand-held, I could see one of the other cameras was capturing Cindy's fingers drifting dangerously close to Sara's pussy, which had soaked her panties.




4-4-2 Guys and Girls at a Bar



"Ignore her," I insisted, and happily, Cindy was still paying attention. She pulled her fingers away obediently. "Keep fingering her ass," I reminded. "In fact, stop kissing. Just look into her eyes while you finger her ass."

She did, and the effect was instant. I knew right away that for whatever they'd done together before, they probably never took the time to just look each other in the eyes. It was one of the things I wished I could do in bed, but the magic always broke with every, "Hang on, I've gotta make a phone call," or whatever it was whichever girl I was in bed with had to say while I was trying to be romantic. The twins seemed perfectly enchanted with one-another, engaged in the simplest of sex acts, yet completely succumbing to the intensity of it. There was such longing in Sara's eyes, and in Cindy's was overpowering fascination.

**********

I can still smell the smell of their sex. Some weeks passed, and Becky wouldn't talk to me. But oddly enough, she seemed to make sure I was in range to hear about her new boyfriend, who would be taking her to the Senior Ball at Cameron High a few days later. Cindy had invited me as per our official dating status, but I declined.

"Please? We really want you to go with us," she had begged rather unemotionally.

I answered, "It's one thing for me to take the two of you when Sara's date drops out at the last minute, but I'm not taking you both to another dance; it'd be too obvious."

"We'll do something special for you," she'd continued. "You think that last one was good? That was nothing."

My heart may have skipped a beat at that, but I was pretty sure I wouldn't be getting any; there'd just be another filming session. I still haven't fucked Cindy yet, and my body was positively aching for her. I would be completely hard whenever I was around her, which was often. We boys could hardly meet up at the bar without her at least dropping in, her and her sister Salamandy. Sadie even started popping in, but she was just an annoyance. 

But Cindy was every bit the submissive girlfriend in public, always interested in what I had to say while shying away from conversation with other boys. She flirted disgustingly with any girl that came near me, including Sally, which only made Sally want to clear out. But when Sara was around, I was always treated to at least a few private minutes of them kissing and telling one-another exactly how they wanted to make love that night.

I bet that if I had pressed it, I could've gotten Cindy into bed, but only just once, and I was enjoying the hope. The problem was that she genuinely didn't seem interested. Sara was alright at the time, not to say that she wasn't phenomenal in bed (or on the floor), but the two girls, their hearts just weren't in it. I knew fully well that they loved sex with each other, but not with anyone else that I (or anyone) knew of. It was almost as if they were exclusive to one-another, only they were both way too skilled with a dick for me to believe that.

Back to Becky: She seemed in love with the idea of going to the Ball, and I couldn't help but feel happy for her, but I was so damned pissed off at the same time. And why shouldn't I be? I hardly ever got off any more, and that was just when I jerked mys... actually, I haven't done that in weeks, come to think of it. 

Not since the night I slept with Sara. Either way, Cindy put up with going with Sara, though I didn't see why they didn't want to include me in the first place except for me to make an appearance. Anyway, I was supposed to be dating one of them, not both. Then Becky, she still avoided me, but by the time the Ball rolls around, I'll bet I'll know more about her date than his own mother.

The day of course rolled around. It was a Friday like usual, giving Becky little more than two hours to get ready between getting home from school and having to get on the train to the hotel in the next town up, where the dance would go on. She positively clamored her way through the house for that two hours, cramming every minute into some productive means of getting her makeup just perfect, but by the time her date rolled around, she was screaming in fits.

"Bridezilla," I chuckled to myself. I had mostly locked myself in my bedroom as soon as I got home from my own class, and I was there when she had gotten back to get ready. She never knocked on the door or anything before she headed out, so I never came out. 

I'll admit I was curious as to what she looked like after spending so much time getting ready, but I'm sure there'd be pictures. Suddenly the idea of some prick from high school going anywhere with my sister got me very upset, and I didn't care to make a scene. That was my sister's business, not mine.

*****************

She wasn't home when I got back late Saturday night after classes and beer. Nor was she there the next morning, but Mom didn't seem the slightest bit put-off; I'm sure that wherever Becky was, she had cleared it with her. She was finally around Sunday evening after I got back from Bill's house and cards, where Bill had laughed us all out the door, our cash in his hand. The last sound we heard was Sadie purring up from behind him.

"Bit late for only staying over one night," Ass-breath said as Becky came tuckered through the door.

Like I do, she ignored him, as well as me, and headed straight up for bed after saying two useless words to our mother. Ass tried challenging her ability to leave without his permission, but she blew right through him yet again. Brave of her, but she was eighteen and nearly out of high school. She could leave in as little as a month if she wanted to.

I took after her example and headed upstairs, but to my room rather than hers. I thought maybe she'd come talk to me as she sometimes did, but I got nothing. I just went to sleep, looking forward to another easy Monday of watching everyone else scramble for the first-of-the-week nonsense.

***

Another month went by. I stopped going out as much, and I stopped getting as many offers of romantic beds. The other boys saw the change in me I think, but Bill said to Sam that I was acting too much like Dree. I was too spaced out to think about it.

Cindy didn't seem to notice. With me not paying any attention to her, she didn't have to pay any to me, and she was free to conduct her business without putting on airs. She never mentioned what kind of time she had at the dance, and I didn't ask. That's for real couples.

I was fine to disappear in my studies, which suddenly seemed very lame, but classes dried up at the end of the season. I was looking forward to a relaxing summer to replace, but right in the thick of it I got swindled into going to Cameron High graduation.

"What for?" I had complained.

"Your sister's graduation, obviously," my mother said incredulously.

I went, but there was nothing special going on. It seemed like I knew half the girls that graduated, I'd even fucked some of them, but it didn't hold any interest for me. Things didn't get any more interesting later on when we took a train three towns over to find a restaurant that had a table for four.

While we sat around in wait, I did what I could to stay out of the conversation about "What're you gonna do about the future?" that Becky had to put up with from our mom and the other guy, just like I did years earlier. After waiting long enough, I excused myself to the bathroom. I have this thing where I like coming back to a table loaded with hot food and me with clean hands.

When I stepped out the lavatory, Becky was there. Not using the restroom herself; she was waiting for me.

"Hey," I said dumbly. Truth be told, we hadn't spoken in months. We were never best friends for life, but we had never gone so long without even saying "howdy" once every blue moon. I don't know when, but somewhere done the line I had become comfortable with it.

"Why weren't you at the Ball?" she asked crossly.

"Didn't feel like going," I said as dispassionately as I could.

"Too busy off fucking your new girlfriend?" she accused.

Hmm.

"I don't think 'girlfriend' is the proper word for it."

"Oh, right. That's my brother Derrick, the ladies' man. Too much man for just one girl, aren't you? But I'll admit, you had me fooled for a while. I thought you were going steady with this one."

"Who?" I asked in all honest curiosity. 

"That blond whore, you idiot. Or was it even her you were with? Blow her off for her twin sister, did you?"

"I don't know where you're getting these ideas from, but Cindy and I don't really..."

"Ha!" she interrupted. "So it's true!"

I shook my head in confusion. "I know it seems like we're dating, but Cindy didn't really... we've never even fucked."

"And Sara?"

"Of course not! Well, yeah, that one time, but you were there, too."

"I thought you liked me, you jerk!"

Now I'm really confused. "Well, yeah, you're my sister."

"Is that really all? But don't even say anything; I know how you really feel. You'd skip from me to the next girl without even telling her about us. You probably wouldn't even break up with your last girlfriend properly first. At least I know you for the liar that you are."

I was getting pissed now. Grabbing her arm, I demanded, "Where the fuck are you getting these ideas? I know that one party we were at was a little crazy, but after that I never even..."

"I know all about you and the twins, asshole! I know about the video!"

"What video?"

"Don't play dumb; I know you ditched the party at the orphanage so you could fuck both of them at that art shop."

Enough was enough. "I don't know who's been telling you what, but I never did anything like that." I walked away, leaving her behind.

"She practically bragged about it!" she called after me, but she wasn't able to say anything else without attracting attention from the rest of the diners.

As I hoped for, food was there waiting for me when I got back. Unfortunately, I wasn't in the mood. Becky was sat next to me, and she shunned any further conversation. It was only too obvious that we'd been fighting by the restrooms, but luckily enough no one wanted to make a scene about it.

Mid-way through, Becky started looking less angry and more sad. I tried to avoid her eyes, but several minutes later, I felt her foot rubbing up against my leg. I passed her a casual glance, but her eyes were still sad and downcast. I tried to ignore her; she was somewhat famous for her moods. Still, to go so long without talking to me and then blow up only to turn around and play footsie with me in the space of an hour, it was a bit puzzling, even for her.

Then I felt Becky's naked foot sneaking up my pant leg. Dammit, my cock got hard again. Some months without a woman and my sister finally warming up to me, I felt like I was gonna come in my pants. Good thing I was already tucked well into the table, because Becky didn't hold back. Every time she readjusted herself in her chair, her hand went to my lap for support, and I swear her fingertips lingered over my hard-on.

Then I got to imagine her foot, pulled free of her strap-on heel she called a shoe. Her spiderweb tattoo and black toenails only made me want to give up staring at her breasts in favor of her feet, and I'm a man who likes a pair of breasts. As graduation was a big deal, she was wearing a dress almost worthy of a school dance, and her choice for that day was cut low enough to let her bra do some wonderful things for me to get distracted by as I tried to eat.

And it seemed she noticed. Every time I would glance down her chest, she would rub against me more and find something she had to reach across the table for. Her beautifully-spun black hair would spill little by little out of its delicate, spindly nest and fall across her face here and there, complimenting her black makeup, though she had some color to her lips and eyes for the sake of being photographed in public.

We were sat in a booth thing, so Becky had every opportunity to squeeze in tight next to me. Her leg rested across mine, and I could feel her dress pull up to her hips. When her plate was taken away and we started looking over the dessert menu, she pulled in even closer to me, hands under the table, so she could share mine. And with her hands under the table, nothing was stopping her hand from sliding across my thigh non-stop.

Ordering dessert got us talking again, and in time it seemed as though Becky wasn't upset anymore, which was a good thing for old Derrick. She still wasn't talking to me, per se, but her hand finally pulled up high into my lap so her slow strokes moved only over my cock.

Dessert went on like that; though we had our own dishes, Becky and I shared with one-another, still so tight together that there wasn't any room for our middle arms. Her left hand stayed on my cock the entire time, and my right arm was finally around her waist, feeling the hem of her dress. She only leaned further into me, still calmly petting my cock.

With conversation sparked back up, we were well into some wine (all around for the occasion) well past dessert. My hand lingered hopefully on Becky's side, hoping for some kind of change, but when she gave me no support, I finally pulled her dress up past her hips and rested my hand on her bare bottom. Oh, the sweet, soft, feel of a woman's ass in my hand once more it had been waaay too long. And to go with it, Becky sighed into my shoulder, even turned in to me, turning her ass further out into my hand and tossing her far leg into my lap.

Her ass was opened up to me, but I still didn't feel as brave as I wanted. But in a while, my clutches turned to wanderings, and I reached closer and closer to her center as she had with my cock, and finally my fingers fell upon the faintest whisper of a thong protecting her from me. Her fingers immediately squeezed around my cock, making me stop. 

I was a bit surprised, so I just held my ground, but I was afraid of her backing off. Shortly after, my braver half took over (she was still petting my cock under the table with her leg thrown across mine), so I began to pet her pussy over her thong.

I shouldn't have worried; she began purring into me, undetectable by the two people sitting across from us. I felt moisture under my fingers, making me pull the thin scrap of cloth to the side and push an inch or two of finger inside her.

"Ahh!" she gasped rather loudly. We drew some attention, but she recovered in a flash, "I just remembered! Remember that one dessert I said looked gross because I couldn't pronounce it? I remember what it was now! Can I have one?"

Mom and her sack of shit glanced at each other, but Becky kept pushing the bill, "Come on, for graduation? Only one in a lifetime, right?"

That did the job. They commemorated on the two of us getting along again, she could only smile awkwardly as I pushed two fingers farther up her pussy.

The new dessert arrived on two plates for the four of us to enjoy. Becky's nose turned up at the sight of it, honestly disliking it, but I couldn't resist but mess with her. Having been fingering her for several minutes then, I pulled my fingers out, jabbed them into the cake, then thrust them into her mouth.

Everyone was surprised, and Mom scolded me for my behavior in public, but it blew over. Neither of them knew how Becky's tongue swam around my fingers, pulling every bit of her own taste off even as she squinted in disgust at being picked on by her big brother and the nasty crêpe blend. When she playfully bit down on my fingers, forcing me to withdraw them, my fingers were sparkling clean, but still smelling of delicious cake, saliva, and sweet, sweet pussy.

I put my arm back around her and she snuggled back into me, a perfect vision of sibling companionship. Only my hand trailed down my sibling's thigh to stop at her ass, and I didn't stop until my fingertips were placed back over her covered pussy.

She left my cock alone from that point, using both her hands to eat the cake, but I still explored with my fingers. After I rubbed her pussy for a few more seconds, I drew my fingers back, shaking, to touch her somewhere else. Her eyes widened at once; I knew right away I had crossed the boundaries. No way would I get away with doing this in open public. But still, I rubbed her cute butthole in little circles under the strap of thong. Her ass froze in place contrary to how she had moved with me when my fingers were in her pussy.

She gazed up into my eyes with those murderous, angelic blue eyes, set off so divinely by her otherwise dark features. She wasn't daring me to go on, nor to stop cold, nor even threatening my very life for my boldness; she was only questioning me with those eyes, questioning how her own big brother could do something so cheeky. 

I shrugged invisibly at her and pushed my finger up her asshole. I felt her grip down on me, resisting me. It only felt better with each passing moment as the blood of my forefinger was drained away, forced out by her tight grip. She didn't hump back at me, and my finger wasn't wet enough anymore to get any farther in, so I just held it there, feeling her anal ring with little flexes of my finger while she continued eating the cake that she had ordered special despite not liking it. She didn't dare cause a fuss, didn't dare try to stop me. And to think she could have just sat on my hand.

When we got home, we all remained rather cordial for the few seconds of being inside. But I was quick to excuse myself upstairs, and just after shutting my bedroom door behind me I heard Becky's heeled feet clomping up after me.

My bedroom door flew open without ceremony, and my sister charged up at me and slapped me across the face. Before I could so much as blink, she reached for me, grabbed me by the hair, and pulled me down so she could kiss me hard. Her other hand went straight down my pants go bring my cock back to life, that cock which had been taking a break from being hard all day long. Watching teenage girls graduate is hard work.

Her girlish legs were clinging to mine, free of shoes or socks. One wrapped around my thigh to compliment her hand warming its way down to my rear end, and the other snuck in between my legs, inching closer to my groin. Just as soon as my dick got as hard as could be, she slammed her knee up between my legs, not even letting go of me. As I crumpled to the floor in abject pain, she disappeared off to her own room.

"Huh," I said to myself in my own head; I was in too much pain to speak out-loud. Suffice to say, Becky was behaving very strangely. I gathered myself up, got undressed, and found something much more suitable in my comfy sweats. So dressed, I went next door and let myself in, just like Becky did.

I was ready to let her have it, being quite put-off for not just tonight, but for the past several months. But instead, my will broke when I saw her curled into a ball on her bed, crying her eyes out. She hadn't even taken off her shoes.

"Becky? You alright?" I asked rather sweetly despite my recent pain. She didn't respond, but I sat down on the bed anyway and rested a hand on her shoulder. That lasted for a few minutes. I got over waiting for her, so I turned her to face me. "If I did anything, I honestly didn't mean to..."

"I hate you!" she said in a surprise turnaround. She began beating her tiny fists against my chest, but I caught them both, as we men do, and I reached for some nearby tissue to wipe the tears out of her face. She resisted, but I was firm. I ended up going through a few tissues since she was rather well-hidden behind some heavy makeup that was turning her face blacker with every stroke of tissue, but a steady supply of tears from her gorgeous eyes allowed me to finish the job.




4-4-2 Guys and Girls at a Bar



With that job finished, I looked upon her face. The entire package, really. She was beautiful, my sister; there was no denying it. Her dress was black according to the school color, so was the delicious bra I couldn't comprehend her needing for a night out with her family. Not only that, but her makeup was rather unnecessary as well. But that was my sister, always dressed up. Her face, despite bearing her makeup well, looked exceptional while unfettered. It was a shame she hardly ever went without it.

Wanting her to feel loved, I leaned in to kiss her forehead. Her skin burned me, and I didn't want to pull away. But pull away I did, only to pull her close to me when she collapsed into my arms with further sobs.

"I'm sorry," she sobbed. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

On and on it went. She unburied her face from my chest long enough to kiss me on the chin, and she was gone again, getting tears on my rather ungamely nightshirt. "I'm sorry," she said yet again, giving me a kiss on the cheek this time. 

When her third kiss came, it was aimed at my lips, and I was ready for her. Her hand had encircled my neck to pull me to her, and I was only too anxious to feast upon her sweet lips once more. Of all the girls I've kissed, I loved kissing her the most. She was so quiet that I was extra-sensitive to the sensations of her tongue teasing mine and her hands gripping me tightly. 

Many girls I had been with had been stiff-tongued or stiff-lipped, others were too wet and too anxious. Some girls didn't even go for kissing in the first place, and that type was most common after I got out of high school. But Becky, she was good. It was so much fun kissing her, time seemed to fly by.

...And then stop. I was enjoying myself way too much, I forgot I was supposed to be comforting her. When she backed away from me and licked her lips, the mood sobered back up, and I remembered how I was supposed to behave. I put a comforting hand on her shoulder, naked but for the spaghetti straps that held her dress and bra in place, and I gazed at her warmly. Becky, she didn't know where to look or what to do. I think she may have muttered "I'm sorry" a few more times, but at least she had stopped crying. 

We were like that for a few minutes, not frozen in space, but neither knowing what to do. Me, I couldn't help but want to kiss more. Part of me hoped she wanted it to. She had already kissed me once; I figured it was my turn, so that's what I did.

Immediately, the warm feelings returned. I positively adored kissing her, and she seemed just as enthusiastic as I was. I coaxed her tongue out faster this time around, and I tried to ply extra-deep with our kiss, but she backed off, giving me only a few feathery kisses. I stopped pushing, and she returned to a semi-deep kiss at once, one where she'd be able to keep teasing my tongue. My sister was a natural, and I'd wasted my mature life kissing girls who weren't worth the sweat on Becky's toes.

She was very relaxed in our kiss. I'm used to hands going all over the place, but hers were still, prompting mine to behave themselves as well. Since we weren't doing the "deep-and-shallow" kiss, our heads stayed locked firmly in place except for the occasional moment when we'd switch sides for a better angle or when she would back off, only letting me reach her lips, and only just.

My hand was rubbing her shoulder quite suggestively, and in time, my needs outranked my discipline, forcing my hand down her chest to clutch her breast. She gasped, and I weighed the soft flesh in my hand. I didn't want to distract either of us from our kissing, so I just held onto her breast like I had held her ass earlier that night. It indeed felt wonderful the way it fit so perfectly in my hand. And Becky began breathing more heavily to boot, and she let her own hand slide down from my neck to my chest, with her other feeling my thigh like earlier.

Her hands warmed up to my body rather quickly, and soon kissing was no longer enough. Slowly, deliberately, my hand grasped more tightly around her breast, my fingers closing together and drawing away until I had nothing but her firm nipple between my fingertips. I squeezed down on it gently, and I was rewarded with a more punctuated gasp from her sweet lips. 

I kissed instead her neck, continuing to pinch her nipple. My lips made slow progress down her neck, staying only long enough to draw more gasps from her. Every time she sucked in air, I squeezed gently on her nipple again.

When I got to her shoulder, I again clutched at her breast. My lips traveled further down her shoulder to meet her straps, which I pointedly pushed out of my way so that my lips could reach her arm unfettered. With my other hand holding her breast ever so gently, I swept up with my thumb, catching her other straps, and they fell to the side as well. I could feel both of her hands reaching for my dick as my kisses zeroed in on her chest, and she gripped my staff hard when I sucked in the fat of her breast sticking out of her dress.

I pulled my hands away, allowing her dress to fall. I pushed her bra down with it, letting her breasts fall free, and no sooner did her sweet, dark nipples appear than I had caught one in my mouth. Her lips automatically fastened themselves to my ear, and one of her hands slid down my sweats while the other clawed at my waistband.

My cock was out, and I was pushed out of her way. Her lips were closer... closer... I could feel her hot breath, and then something moist touching the very tip...

"Is everything alright in... what's going on?"

In the very moment of hearing our mother's voice, I flipped the closest blanket in reach over Becky's body as I spun my head around. Thankfully, Mom was only just peeking around the corner, too late to see anything incriminating.

"What's wrong, Mom?" I asked, speaking for Becky, who, I imagine, must have been freaking out at (as far as she knew) getting caught and hoping everything would end in something other than her total demise.

"I thought I heard Becky crying from downstairs, but I wanted to give her a little time to..."

"I got there first; sorry, Mom," I said easily. "Just the stress of the day kicking in, you know." I wanted to get her out of there as fast as possible.

"Becky? You alright in there?"

"Yeah, Mom," Becky managed to squeak out. My unearthed cock was still inches from her face, uncovered by the blanket. If our mother was to get in our faces, there'd be no hiding it. "Thanks for dinner."

I don't know how she did it, but she sounded normal. Mom seemed satisfied, and she walked off with no further incident. I wanted to leap up and shut the door after her, but no way would I get away with it. "Becky? You okay?" I asked. Hopefully the intrusion didn't kill her mood.

"I'm sorry, Derrick..." Fuck. "...But we can't do this. Not now."

"But..." I don't like to argue with women, but dammic, I thought we were finally making headway.

"It's too dangerous tonight. I'll talk to you tomorrow, alright?"

Fuck.



4-4-3 Girls at a Bar



"Girls at a Bar," part 3 of the "It was supposed to be about incest" arc.

Copyright CopperSkink (or Copper's Kink; whatever turns you on), January Four, Two Thousand Ten.

All players eighteen and older (the high school starts kids at fourteen, though there are plenty who skip right to college, but we don't talk about them).

Circa 2066 (subject to change depending on how well I organize my notes in the next several months), located in the (fictional) charming town of Rotterdale, North Carolina, halfway up the coast and about ten miles in on foot. Trust me, it's very pretty.

*

Hola, me again, your old buddy Derrick. We'd just gotten off at how my sister and I were all set to do what apparently only we hadn't done before: The big woot. She and I were going to have delicious sex. Together. With each other, no one else, no booze, no weed, no nothing. 

It was Sunday, I think, after she got home from the high school's last dance of the year, which had taken place on Friday. I was supposed to show up with my pseudo-girlfriend Cindy, but I didn't feel like it for some reason, so I stayed home. Becky, my sister, didn't get back that night, and with lots of college on Saturday and Sunday, I didn't see whether she was back at all until Sunday night, when we have an obligatory family dinner.

No, hang it all, it wasn't the dance at all. That was the start of her not talking to me. It was her graduation dinner a month later. She had cornered me by the bathrooms to chew me out, then she got all friendly with me under the table. When we got home, she was fit to get into a fight, but then she was all over me. I thought it was finally gonna happen, but our mom walked in. She went away, but Becky didn't feel comfortable any more.

That was a month ago.

Isn't it strange how you have something to say to a person, but you don't know what? I had this craving to corner Becky like she did to me so I could question her maddening behavior, but when I thought about it, I couldn't think of anything I should ask. Let me explain: A few months ago, she told me under no uncertain terms that she wanted to have sex with me, and, and, she was going to make it happen. 

Months ago. There've been a few chances here and there, but they keep getting screwed up. But see, there've been chances. Nothing fool-proof; we can't go fucking in my bedroom or hers, and we both have shit to attend to throughout the days and weeks; you'd be surprised at how to people out of school can't find time together.

Anyways, it's been like that. All month I've been trying to talk to her, but it never seems right. Either I'm pissed off about something, or she's pissed off about something, or one of us has something to do, or our mom or the other guy is being too imposing that particular night. As to "that guy", he sat me down shortly after my semester finished so we could have our yearly talk.

"If you want to continue living here, you'll have to enroll in summer school or else get a job."

That was about it. I had landed a job at Julie's because of Jess the barmaiden, but I ended up regretting it. All the assholes from high school or college seemed to turn up there off and on, and there's nothing worse than serving people whose parents pay for everything they own. All day long I listen to blabber about how easy life is, how someone that pissed someone else off is going to be dealt with, how someone's going to get a car in the next few months... They all tip for shit, too.

My boys would come around every so often, but I'm not allowed to drink there anymore as it turns out; and now Cindy, Sadie, and even Becky have been turning up every so often; the point got lost. 

Bill and Sadie got along alright behind closed doors, but with her pack of cheerleaders behind her wearing next to nothing, he would end up falling on the butt-end of their jokes while they watched for older men to leer at for the duration of their drinking. I fucked around and said something in his defense once, but one of the runts said something about talking to the manager about me being impolite to her.

I love Sam like a brother, but when Cindy's around, Sam just doesn't seem interesting. He talks about girls he's had sex with and girls he plans to have sex with and different ways to get different girls into bed, but when it boils down to it, he's pretty much a gossiping girl himself, only it doesn't appear in that light except when Cindy's around. 

Cindy with her air of maturity that makes everyone around her feel stupid. Cindy with her twin sister that makes everyone around her feel like less than the most important person on her mind.

Dree was never the same after his sisters left. And yes, for those of you who were wondering about them, they never returned. He found out from his mom where they went, not that it did him any good. After college got out, he disappeared too. Now it's just me serving a bunch of girls at a bar. Depressing, isn't it?

*******

"Derrick, my grandmother just passed away, and we're all going to Utah for the funeral tomorrow morning. I'm sorry to let you know so late, but..."

"There's no way," I said. It was another Sunday, the day we all four had to sit around and loath each other's company as usual. Assfuck was nobody's hero, and here he was, telling us where we the children were going and when like we belonged to him.

"Excuse me?" he answered in turn. Bless him, he honestly thought we'd just go along with whatever he said like we had no opinions of our own. I always told Mom her second choice of husband was fooling himself.

"Leave him alone," attacked Becky, who didn't seem to like the kind of look I was receiving.

You may well be able to guess the rest of the conversation, so I'll cut to it rather than bore: Becky and I got kicked out. Bummer.

Things weren't as bad as some of you might think, but in some ways they were worse. I was fine; I never thought I'd have any trouble bunking at Bill's new digs in Raleigh while I got my feet under me. But Becky, she got backlashed. 

Let me reeducate you on certain points about Becky in case you're not super good at math or else forgetful of certain details: She hates this town. She hates how small it is, hates how few stores there are, hates how close everything is, hates how slow everything is, hates the smell of horse, hates the lack of party life, and hates the lack of alcohol. 

Now she's eight feet past graduating high school, and she gets kicked out of house and home. Rather than move to a university far, far away after a summer of quiet contemplation like she'd planned, she has to find a place to stay here in town to work, maybe even go to Laurel U because it's the only school she'll be able to get into without the time, roof, and peace of mind to apply for scholarships and stuff.

Did I mention how much I dislike my stepfather?

And we are moving out. No way is either of us going to stick around with that shitalkie one more minute longer than we have to. Our mother was useless as always, refusing to refute her poor choice of a second husband and claiming that the both of us are old enough to be on our own if we can't respect the rules of the house. No, there's nothing for it but to bunk it somewhere.

We found a place rather quickly: There was this brother and sister who had been living with their single mother until she died last year, and they pushed through it the rest of the way together. With Becky and me boarding, they'd be able to afford to keep the place and still go to school. It hurt that Becky didn't have a job yet, but our new landpeople took pity. Both had graduated in Becky's class, by the way.

I decided not to take another schedule of classes for the fall semester so I could work more, but Becky signed up for a pretty heavy load, and she managed to find a job at the ice cream shop on the beach until classes started. 

With all of our stuff moved into our new townhouse, we were a pretty sorry lot. I still had my official girlfriend Cindy that would check on me, and Becky would mysteriously disappear for the next few hours after.

But always, always my thoughts would go back to the promise Becky made me. Cindy promised me I'd get to watch if she did anything with her twin sister Sara but that I'd never get anywhere with her. But Becky, she had promised me her body, and I was looking to collect. Only, I was starting to get the idea that she took objection to me having a girlfriend on the side. Even when I'd mention Sadie or Salamandy in passing while talking to her about the goings-on of me and my boys, Becky would get that look in her eye.

"Derrick, would you mind...?" Reoren asked courteously. I obliged her by reaching something out of the cupboard over the stove vent, and she went back to cleaning the kitchen. As the boss of the house, she made sure everything stayed clean.

"Why don't you keep that shit under the sink?" I asked after I returned to the kitchenette table and my breakfast.

"I donno," she said aimlessly. Leo and I are both gonna be home tonight; you wanna do something dinneresque?"

For those of you that live with roommates in a house, I'm sure you're aware how uncomfortable it can be, at least at first. I don't know these people, yet I share a refrigerator with them. It can get a little tense. But Reo, she makes the effort to make Becky and me feel welcome. 

There was something very appealing about her, and not just the way she would reach high on her naked toes to wipe some hidden dirt so I could see up her too-short summer skirt she wore around the house. She had maturity that reminded me of the twins. She looked after her little brother, though they were pretty close in age, closer than Becky and I. She kept the house clean as a whistle, and from the way her brother Leo talked about her, she was pretty serious about school and stuff.

Her hands ritualistically came down to pull her skirt down to cover her ass properly, only it ended up giving her major butt cleavage on the other end. Still, it broke the spell; apparently I'd been staring. I instinctively looked up, and she was staring right at me.

"What? Huh?" I said quite dumbly.

"I asked you what you wanted for dinner. About five times."

"Oh."

"Is there something on my skirt?"

"Excuse me?"

But she wasn't looking at me; she was twisted over, trying to see if I had spotted something hidden in the pleats of her yellow number. Did she even have a clue that she had lifted her skirt up to give me such an easy look at her... eew. Big, white, plain panties.

Reoren is quite easy on the eyes. She's got this tiny figure with girlish curves. Goes barefoot and barelegged around the house, practically daring me to stare at her creamy smooth calves and thighs, but she acts like like she doesn't even get that I'm staring at her. Almost as if... nah. A girl as cute as her? But she's not even coy or shy. Hmm.

"Reo?"

"Hmm?"

"Don't kick me out or anything, but you have a nice ass."

She looked down at once to see she how perfectly she had exposed herself. "Oops." She turned back to her work, didn't even look embarrassed. I shrugged and went back to my morning food.

"Why would I kick you out?"

She must've been thinking on it the past several minutes. "Me, I like feeling safe around people I live with, you know?" I answered. "Like everyone respects everyone's privacy, no matter what they might think about each other. You shouldn't have to feel like I'm some guy you have to avoid because he can't take his eyes off you."

"Well, I think you have a nice penis, so there."

"I... wat?"

She hadn't so much as turned to see if she made me blush. I felt like gawking with embarrassment, but my sister made her morning appearance. "Wusupple, people?" She gave both of us kisses and then stuck her beak in the pantry.

This place seemed to have done wonders for Becky. No longer was she depending on layers of clothes, heavy boots, and hideous makeup. Now I always thought she looked tops, but this new, fresh Becky was if not exactly an improvement, it was a fresh change. She was obviously picking up on Reoren's casual disinterest in being dressy, and on the days she didn't have to go to work, she didn't bother wearing makeup either, only she was always seen wearing at least her usual long, striped socks.

Another thing I couldn't get enough of was the kissing. In a way, I'd been courting her for the last several months: being there when she needed me, spending my free time with her, flirting casually when we were in public and getting up close and personal when we were alone; and I was always up for some new and interesting excuse to touch her. 

Moving here did just that. In case I haven't mentioned it yet, there's a certain sickness in this town. Certain people just aren't healthy for the population, and I think I may have been one of them. Becky too, though you'll never catch me telling her that. But at a time when I despaired to ever be free of the corruption, there came Cindy. She was my beacon of hope. She was a girl who didn't play the game, who refused to put out to succumb to peer pressure.

Once Cindy and I dated for a while under the guarantee that she'd never let me sleep with her, I started to enjoy her company. She was exactly the girlfriend I had been looking for, or rather she had the kindness and attentiveness I would look for in a girlfriend. She's not exactly my type, but the important thing is that she showed me that a guy and a girl can get along out of bed. After dating her for a while, my eyes began to open. 

Her sister Salamandy, while being something of a whore, suddenly seemed to me to be a very nice, intelligent girl; she just had a little mean streak from never being daddy's only girl, and she liked sex a little too much. Sadie was rough around the edges, but she meant well. And Becky, she was everything I wanted in a girl, her being my sister aside.

Where the fuck was I... Anyways, "the kiss hello." Cindy introduced me to it, and it seems that it goes around this town. Reo and her brother Leo do it, and now thanks to them, so do Becky and I. Every morning, I was treated to her lips on mine, and right after that I would see her locking up with Reo. I could just let out a sigh and a goofy smile at how all was right with the world when those two girls kissed.

So, automatically, I wanted them both in my bed. But that's for later. Leo, he does it to, though not with me. We men, we're brave enough to face the handshake. But when they both opened the door for us the first time we showed up on their doorstep, Becky looked like she wanted to take Leo right to bed. And the poor fool, he probably would've learned a thing or two from my experienced sister.

Becky managed to dig out whatever she was in for, and in another two seconds she was giving Reo yet another kiss. "Leaving so soon?" Reo asked her.

"Early day at work," Becky said, already on her way over to me. She paused right in front of my face with her lips just touching mine. "I'll see you tonight?" she said, more of an instruction than a plead, before pressing her lips against mine. 

Heaven passed between us and all my blood was brought to a boil in the time it took her to back away from me again half a moment later, and she was gone before I could draw breath to wish her a good day.

"She's perky today," Reo observed with her nose still buried in cleaning.

"Yeah, I think she really likes it here."

"So, have you given it any thought yet?" she asked, looking me in the eyes.

Had she caught me staring again? I couldn't help it, not with that little skirt not doing anything to... but no, she looked like she had just asked me the weather. "I'm sorry, what?"

"Dinner?"

"Oh, dinner." My eyes flashed down to her skirt involuntarily, and I don't think she missed it. I couldn't help it.

"That's not my ass, Derrick," she insisted when I glanced at her front.

"The front looks good too," I said easily, "or didn't you know? And what's this about me having a nice dick?"

She only shrugged uselessly.

We stared at one-another for a spell. I already knew Reoren was a great girl, but she was different. Sure, having her mother die without a father to back her up and a lazy brother to look after probably made her grow up too fast this past year. As to that, she probably needed to relax a little.

"What about I take you to lunch?" I offered. "That way you can't bug me about picking dinner."

"Me go see what Leo be up to," she said instead, and she put her stuff back in the cupboard, reaching up on her toes yet again for me to see up her skirt, and she headed upstairs.

I polished off my food and threw my uses into the sink. Reo came back down and stayed by the front door where the stairs let you off, slipping her sandals on. "Coming?"

"You're wearing that?" I asked somewhat incredulously. Her too-short skirt was risky at best for wearing in the house, and while she didn't have huge breasts by any means, they bulged enough in her sleeveless day shirt to give someone a show through the arm holes. She hadn't even put on a bra.

"It's too hot to wear shoes," she said, looking down at her tiny feet. I wasn't even looking anywhere near them. Oh well; not my problem.

We popped out on foot a few blocks down to the main drag where the public transit lived. It conveyed us the respectable distance to Julie's, where I was able to find a quick seat for two and some drinks Reo would be otherwise too young to drink on her own without a recognizable face to vouch for her temperance.

"The food here's pretty darn good," she exclaimed in another half an hour.

"Yeah, man. Haven't you ever eated here?"

"Nope."

"Umm... how is that possible?" I thought everyone came to Julie's. Everyone I know, anyway.

She shrugged that noncommittal shrug again and kept dangling her bare feet under the table. She never finished off her drink, preferring to sip it now and then and favoring water for guzzling when she was thirsty. Interesting.

After a few more minutes, the boys mysteriously showed up.

"Hey, man," Sam said. "Who's this chick? Aren't you dating my sister?"

Reoren looked up politely when the three of them addressed me, but she didn't necessarily stop shoveling food into her face.

"This is Reo, my new roommate," I esplained. "Her mother left her and her brother a house."

The smooth Sampson was quick be the first to offer his hand to Reo. She took it, but when he tried to kiss hers, she pulled closer and kissed him on the lips like it was how perfect strangers met. Sam didn't seem to mind. Bill met with the same fate, though with a dumber grin, and Dree seemed bored with the whole ordeal when he got his turn.

Wait, Dree? I thought he had popped out of town.

"So," Bill said, "crash or bigger table?"

"Actually, I was hoping to do the bonding thing with my landlady, here."

Reo gave her surprise away when she looked at me, but she still turned back to the boys and smiled quietly. One by one, they all gave their departures and headed to the patio, where they could enjoy their beer outside as per usual, one man short.

"We've known each other for all of two weeks, and I've already become your alibi," Reo said plainly. For some reason I expected a giggle. Not her, though. But she didn't sound upset, either. Just that she didn't seem to know how to laugh.

"Actually, I kick back with them boys all the time," I corrected. "It's just that this is the first time you and I have done something together, and I didn't want to..."

"It's fine," she interrupted. "I'll stay if you want to go drink with them."

"I meant I do want to just spend time with you," I insisted. "I've never really gotten along with the people I've lived with, so I thought I'd do something to change that, you know?"




4-4-3 Girls at a Bar



The waitress came and asked if there was anything else we needed. When I informed her to the contrary, she asked if she'd see me tomorrow before heading off without bringing a check.

"You work here?"

"You really ought to check your potential tenants better," I said, helping myself to my feet and waiting patiently for her to get to hers before heading to the front door.

"Oh by the way, I wanted to talk to you about that," she said. She slipped her feet back into her sandals and got up, and we headed out the door.

"Can it wait until we get back?"

****

When we got home (this place feels more like home than my old house ever did), Leo had already taken off to whatever he does during the day. Reo and I had walked home rather than take the public transit, so we got a good bit of chatting done in the two hours it took us to drag our feet back to the welcome home mat.

She immediately popped on the coffee as soon as she freed her feet from her sandals. I repaired to the kitchen table and stretched out. "So, what'd you want to talk to me about?" I asked.

"Hmm?" She was playing with coffee fixings, so I was again treated to her increasingly attractive backside.

"Remember, you said something about wanting to talk to me about something?"

"Oh, must've forgotted." She pulled a chair out so she could sit in front of me without the table between us. I was all too aware how high her skirt rose, yet she didn't cross her legs or put her hands in her lap. "So, you have a girlfriend?"

"Yeah, I guess so. Not really." I didn't exactly explain the situation as that would've been breaking Cindy's and Sara's confidences, but I said that I certainly go out with Cindy once in a while. But I go out with my sister too, doesn't necessarily mean anything. She in turn told me a thing or two about my life. 

I noticed how pointedly she glossed over anything to do with her parents when they came into a story; she mostly talked about her brother and how she had to keep her eye on him to make sure he didn't mess up the house.

"Oh, darn, I remember now." I sat up straight, wearing a pleasant face to listen most kindly (a new habit I was forming just for her). "You know how you said I should interview more carefully?"

"Mm."

"Well, I'd rather not have to."

"Oh?"

"You and your sister are really great. Len and me, we were really worried we'd end up taking on some really weird couple in their fifties or something that'd try to get away with things all the time and get motorcycle grease all over the garage."

"That would be too bad."

"I want you to know that we both like having the both of you. If you feel the same way..."

I don't know what blind, idiotic notion took over, but I leaned forward and kissed her. I felt like she wanted me to. I could've passed it off as a simple acknowledgment of her feelings, but as soon as my lips touched hers, I knew I had done the right thing. We kissed like that forever, just a simple kiss of two people, and finally the discomfort of leaning over got to me and made me sit back in my own chair.

She was in my lap in half a moment, and she cupped my face in her tiny hands to give me the sweetest kiss I think I've ever had. I wrapped my hands around her, like one does, and one hand happened to rest on her hip, with my fingers just brushing the soft flesh of her sweet ass through that skirt that had my attention all morning. Normally a girl moans if she likes it and bats away my hand if she doesn't. But Reo, she just kept kissing me.

So I just kept kissing her. She was soft and pliant, but I could tell she hadn't done much kissing before. Her hands were petting my face and stroking my hair like she had never even touched a guy before or as though I were her precious boyfriend. Normally that's a big red light for me (nevermind my usual yellow warning), but it felt so good that I couldn't stop her.

She pulled back, and our eyes did that dance where you can't decide which eye to look into. She had soft gray eyes and pale blond hair that fair girls usually get this late into summer. Her lips were slightly pink, and her breathing was just a bit faster than normal. I kept expecting something to interrupt us like my sister or her brother barging through the door, but nothing did. We could only stare.

In something unprecedented in my life, I reached up to touch her face. Something about how she made me feel so intimate, I don't know. Normally I've got my hand down a girl's panties by now, but instead it was on her face, feeling her fresh, soft skin, completely unblemished by makeup, yet looking so beautiful.

My fingers played through her hair and rested on her neck. Her body seemed to melt into mine at that point, and we were kissing again. Now both my hands slid down to her ass, and she swung a leg over me so she could switch from sitting side-saddle to proper mounting. 

With my hands still on her ass, I pulled her tight into me, and she was just as fast to tuck in so her pelvis squeezed tightly against my hardon collider trapped in my shorts. I slid my hands under her skirt to feel her ass properly at last, but there were her damn huge panties in the way. My fingers trailed their snug lines, hoping for a way in. She was getting warmed up, but I had no idea if she was used to someone sneaking under her wear. I couldn't help but hold back.

She didn't seem to be worrying about it. While she had her legs wrapped around the chair and was pulling herself tight against me, she wasn't rocking her hips against me or anything. She was caressing my shoulders and my neck, but she wasn't what you could call "groping". Weird.

I was, of course, ready to unzip my pants, only I thought she'd get around to it once she was ready. I wanted the thing out, but to take it out myself? Nah. Instead, I touched her body more. Her ass, her waist, her neck, her arms, but she never got ahead. She liked me necking her, but still her hips weren't thrusting against my hardness. Weird.

The coffee got angry at last, and she got up to attend to it like nothing had happened. My erection went down by the time she came back with two foaming mugs of whatever she did, and we drank them in silence.

"So, your room, or mine?" I joked. I figured it was joking mood; this wasn't the first time I'd been a victim of broken blind passion.

She thought about it seriously. "Yours, I suppose." Score? I wasn't sure.

In my room, she took a minute to appreciate how I hadn't decorated yet. We both sat down on my bed, and I held her gently and rubbed her body some. I made a move to get to her shirt, but she stopped me.

"Do you have any condoms?" she asked.

"Actually, I wasn't planning on doing that," I said, but I have no idea where it came from.

"Really? I thought you'd..."

"I'd love to, honestly, but it doesn't have to be now. I thought we could just get to know each other a little bit. We'll be living together for a while, right?"

"Yeah, I suppose you're right." She kissed me again, more deeply than ever. She swung her leg over my lap to mount me again, and she took her own shirt off. My lips immediately latched onto one of her nipples, and at last she reached for my zipper. 

My hands switched to her ass at once, and I was no longer shy about slipping my fingers under her panties. She was pretty wet for such a stoic girl, though she still made no move to encourage access to my fingers. Still we kissed, harder now with our genitals in the other's hand.

She went to take her skirt off next, but I stopped her, laid her down on the bed. I pulled her panties off and slipped them into my pocket, then I went to town. And by "went to town" I mean I went down on her. And when I say "I went down on her," I mean I licked her wet pussy with everything I had. 

I honestly thought she had never come before in her life and that she may not with me, but she did just fine. I made her come one, two, three times as a warmup, then I went to work.

I began teasing her clit, now licking, now fingering her. Long pauses to suck the tendons in her thighs, moments to kiss her lips and feel her breasts. 

She was fun to play with, and she made enough noises to encourage me to take her further. Once she had a few bigger orgasms, I was ready for her to pull me up by the hair or something to do something else, but it never came, so I kept eating her out. She tasted really good.

Then my sister came barging in.

Honestly? I wasn't even surprised. It's not like everything else in my life hasn't gone wrong. And one look on her face told me everything was wrong.

"I need to talk to you," she said in the coldest voice I've ever heard out of her.

When she shut the door behind her, I remembered to notice Reo. She was curled quietly under a blanket, making sure to not make a nuisance of herself. "See you later?"

"Uhh... yeah. Good luck."

Scrapping some dignity together, I popped off to my sister's room.

"I hope you realize what you just did," she scoffed.

"...That being?"

"That's our landlady's pussy you had your face in, genius. You know how many things are wrong with that?"

"Thrill me."

"Why couldn't you just keep it in your pants? It's bad enough we..."

"It's been 'in my pants' for a couple months, thank you, and it wasn't out my pants tonight. What do you care, anyway?"

"I live here. You think I want to come home every day wondering if I still have a home based on whether or not you still give her her kicks in bed a few weeks later?"

"It's not like that."

"Of course not. How long before she decides you're the one for her and everybody has to get out so the two of you can start a family?"

"Several years, if at all, I'm thinking. She doesn't seem like the kind of girl who'd..."

"Oh, right, I forgot how the two of you are so close all of a sudden. Well, don't let me interfere. I've got work tomorrow, so I need to get to bed. Goodnight."

"It's three in the afternoon."

"Goodnight, Derrick. You should probably wash your face, or all your girlfriends at work are gonna think you're up to something. I wouldn't want you to have to miss out."

Women.

******

It's not like I've never been in the shit with Becky before. It's just usually about being at the wrong place at the wrong time, not me fooling around with a chick on my own time. In fact, the last one that did that was that bitch Stephanie or whatever her name was, my first girlfriend. 

After I found out she was cheating on me, I thought I broke up with her thoroughly, but then when she saw me with another girl a week or two later, she called me out in front of everybody, demanding to know what the fuck I was thinking and how what I did reflected on her. 

Needless to say, I haven't been involved with a woman like that since then. Every time I get close to one, I think back to that time, and I get queasy. "Get some and get out of there," that was my motto. Sampson's is "get some, then get her sister or her best friend." Hopefully both. Bill's was just "get some if you can," though the rest of us never tell him that.

The next day didn't see me in a better mood, but at least Becky wasn't around to make it worse. I wanted to see what was up and get things clear again, only I never know what's on her mind, or how to begin. Using the restroom, getting dressed, going downstairs for breakfast, it all sucked. 

It was pointedly worse than living at home. Here I was, finally out of the house, yet I was still with my sister, with whom I hadn't been able to have a good relationship with growing up because we were both hiding in our separate rooms whenever we were home. Now we're still separated, but this time it's because we made it that way. I made it that way.

Reo was in the kitchen, putting together the same old boring breakfast she always eats. She told me Becky had shown face briefly for food before leaving the house. Reo herself was rather shy about seeing my sister after last night, and she wasn't quite comfortable with me either. We still ate together, but in silence, and she took off right after she finished. Leo was nowhere to be seen.

I went to work to take my mind off of things, hoping my friends would show up. Instead, I got the usual gaggle of girls crowding the bar, giving Jess a hard time. I'm a waiter, so I don't have much to do with Jess. Cindy came around to play the figurehead, and girlfriend that she is, she saw that I wasn't feeling very up, so she got me around the back to make out with me for my break. It was nice, but I kept imagining Becky in my arms, or maybe Reoren, or sometimes Sara, but never the girl I was with.

I cursed myself when I took a good long look at her. She was gorgeous, and I'd spent a good few hours during high school perving over her just like everyone else did. She was officially my girlfriend, but only she, I, and her twin sister knew it was only for convenience. 

She said something along the lines of being gay and not wanting anyone to know, but I think it runs deeper than that. One way or another, despite all the time I wished she was mine in body as well as in title, I cared very little for her and being with her gave me no real pleasure. She hardly distracted me from my problems as it was.

In all, this wasn't the summer I was hoping for. I wanted an easy job, easy classes in sight next semester, and plenty of tail-fin as I went along. And, oh yeah, my sister sleeping in my bed with me. Now I have a job I don't really like, a girlfriend that keeps other girls from noticing me, and a sister that won't talk to me.

A week or something later, things were still cold at home, work still sucked, and my girlfriend only came around to be seen with me in public. The worst news of all was that the biggest party of the year was about to go down, and I was slotted to miss it. 

About that: There's this string of frat houses across the state from Raleigh to Charlotte with all the universities in-between. We don't have frats at Laurel because it's smack dab in the middle of a neighborhood, so all that loud noise isn't allowed. But in the summertime, all these houses band together to rent this huge house on the beach. Our beach. 

The party itself spills out onto the beach itself and the whole weekend. Admission is steep and student status is a must, so it doesn't get quite as crowded inside as you might think, though the out-of-doors numbers get into quadruple digits. It was normally the highlight of a summer full of watching girls from a comfortable beach blanket and some pineapple and cocoanut cooling your tongue.

I was all set to go, but I was depressed. That was, until something changed.

"Derrick?"

"Yeah, Becky?" It came as such a shock when she walked right up to me and said my name. I wanted to tell her all at once how happy I was just to hear her voice, but I had to play it cool. Maybe she didn't want to talk.

"Take me to the Rompus Andevorous, yeah?" for such was the party's name.

"Umm... yeah. Why don't..."

"If I go with an actual date," she objected before I could complete my thought, "I probably won't get anywhere, and since I'm not in college yet..."

"But since you're an up-and-coming freshman..."

"Whatever; it's cool with you, right?"

"Don't you have a boyfriend?"

She glared at me good for that one, but she didn't say anything.

"Yeah, sure." I allowed myself to smile, and she smiled too, only just for a moment before she retreated back to her room.

I felt like a hundred dollars. She didn't give me any signs of wanting to share some time in bed with me, but she was talking again, and she had needed my help. Suddenly the world was a very bright place.

*********

The day of the party, I got dressed in very simple clothes: Windbreakers, Speedo trunks, and a throwaway short-sleeve, button-down shirt. Of course I wanted to dress up for the ladies, but you can't swim in the ocean of a hot beach in slacks, and no matter how nice your shirt is, you probably don't want to be wearing it for three solid days.

I hopped downstairs to wait for Becky to get ready, and behold, she was there waiting for me. Straight hair, a seashell necklace, and a sea-blue summer dress that melted my heart into a little puddle. The only times I ever saw her in straight hair, she was very friendly to me.

We both slipped on our sandals (cheap and losable) and headed for the train. It would only take about ten minutes with stops once we boarded, and most everyone on it was dressed like we were. Some girls wore only bikinis, some with leis, while others wore extensive makeup, hair done, and sporting party dresses with expensive heels. Out-of-towners was my guess. The ride over gave me time to appreciate the female body about to be put on display, but in my eyes no one looked better than my Becky.

We got to the house after picking up a few more beach-goers along the way. Half of them headed straight for the beach itself, while the rest went to the house itself, door-first. We got ourselves to the door, and we were stopped by a tool with a fake tan and short, spiky bleached hair. He had a muscle shirt to display his college-exercise-room-body and one of those shitty plastic watches that were in style. Baggy jeans worn under his ass, brand-name shoes, the works. He was shaved smooth and smelled slightly heady. Typical college frat boy, only he looked to be nearly thirty. Pathetic, thought I.

He asked for admission fee of us, and Becky immediately threw herself into his arms, kissing him with more enthusiasm than I'd ever seen in her. The tool's hands went right for her ass, but she actually helped him get one to her tits, and I can't help but think that if her crotch wasn't grinding so hard against his, she wouldn't put her hand down his pants. I admit I was disgusted, watching the display. 

He had to have been ten years older than her, and him still farming for girls fresh out of high school when he should be out of college and starting a career. He was a sleazebag of the worst kind, and no mistake. And he was touching my sister. And she wanted him to.

"Who's got ID?" he asked after someone behind us politely coughed to move the line along. I showed him my state-issued phone license, but he wanted my college tags. This place was serious about not letting civilians inside. My status as a frequenter at Laurel U got the both of us inside, but it bothered me that he didn't even bother to check whether Becky was of drinking age, nevermind sexing age. Looking at her with her untouched features and glamorous flat hair, she could easily be mistaken for being about sixteen. From looking at him, I bet he'd like it better that way.

He let her in after telling her that admission came with a beach towel and all-you-can-drink for the day, but he stopped me on my way through, asking me for a fifty. I shelled it out, though I loathed his touch, he who had touched my sister without my approval. Rather than make a fuss about it with people waiting in line, I hurried inside to make sure my sister didn't get too far away.

I shouldn't have worried. She was waiting for me, and once I caught up with her, she had me follow her quickly to the wet room, where she was a little too quick in having me unzip her dress so she could step out into her divine thong bikini. I also had to grab towels for the both of us and drinks once we were outside, and it wasn't long after I settled myself down that I lost track of her.

I got up to find her after relaxing in the sun for a bit, but there was simply no chance; there were too many people, still so early into the party. We weren't carrying phones, and I didn't recognize anyone either of us knew. I decided I may as well do some wandering and enjoy the party I'd paid so much for.

After swimming, watching the fins go by, lazing about, and wandering, I headed back inside to the pool table. Lucky me, the boys was there.




4-4-3 Girls at a Bar



"Sup, trick?" Sam asked.

Back to our old haunts again, it was. Bill and Dree too, all four of us sitting around sipping on something. Bill even unearthed my mug for me, which I had left at his place, so we four could toast proper.

"Any luck?" I forgot who asked. I couldn't tell who was being addressed, too.

"Me?" Dree asked.

"Well, you, too," Sam said.

"Nup. Still no word." Was he referring to his absent sisters?

"Bitch?"

"Don't mind me," I answered. I think they got the idea that neither Dree nor I wanted much to talk about things. We drank in silence. Boring.

"Welp, I'm off to get laid," Sam said on cue. Bill was next to take off, leaving Dree and me alone to ponder the secrets of the universe. I think our mutually depressing moods fed each other's, and we stayed together to keep ourselves from having a good time.

Evening wore on, and behold, there appeared Becky, followed tightly by three drunk frat boys. Becky didn't look sober herself, and it was with a great fit of giggles that she recognized me half a minute into nearly being molested on the pool table, and she couldn't produce any of the boys' names for introduction. I think they were plotting on playing for the privilege of taking her to bed, but knowing frat boys, that's probably what she thought, while they played only to decide who went first.

The four of them played casually, not talking much and keeping an eye on me without really looking at me. Becky was sure to stick her ass out more than necessary to take her shots, and she always seemed to miss when normally she's quite good, and she assumed the most obvious pout every time, following which the three lads would surround her. 

In time, I got the impression that they were waiting for me to leave. As for Becky, the even more disturbing thought occurred that she wanted me to stick around to watch.

She kept drinking more; I grabbed more as well. I think that's the last coherent thought I had that night. That, or seeing her top start to slip off with her three escorts constantly rubbing up against her as they slid along the table, touching her in congratulation of another shitty shot.

*********

I awoke with a rather annoying headache. After the pain settled in, I got surprised with more pain: I hurt all over, especially in my head. Then my eyes started to open, though with the abundance of light, I could've done without.

"Morning."

The vertigo began to settle in. Where was I? Not in my room. Where's my room? At my house? No, I live with Reoren and Leolen now. That's right, and Becky lives there, too.

Becky. Where's she? When's the last...? What? Becky screaming? Becky naked? People everywhere? Have I been having nightmares? Or perhaps dreams, where I played the hero that rescues her from... What's been going on?

"Morning, I said."

"Umm... good morning," I answered, and finally I allowed my eyes to open all the way. No, they wouldn't. They hurt. There was bright light, but not much else.

"Can you sit up?"

Good question. I gave it a try, and pain came from everywhere. "Nope."

"Try harder."

On my second attempt, I was more sore from the way I was sleeping, but not too much to move. Once I got my butt beneath me, I was able to rub some sleep out of my eyes, but that's when it hit me: My face was bruised and swollen.

Derrick, help me!

A door opened and shut, and by the time my eyes got used to the light, there were five people in the room with me. The first two were a man and a woman dressed in blue scrubs. The woman was rather attractive for a doctor, having pretty red eyebrows that reminded me of Holly, Drivved's sister. The man was a thick, burly bastard that looked like he could snap anyone in half, but he bore an expression that said he was quite bored with life.

Next was a scrawny woman that knew how to dress professionally. Boring blond hair that took regular trips to the salon, a stupid brown blazer that covered most of her chest, and a skirt that went down past her knees. Then there was another blond, but a much more exciting one: Piercings, at least three of them, decorated her face, yet she wasn't as young as the life in her face suggested. In fact, everyone in the room but the redhead had gray in their hair, but only the guy doctor showed any signs of being tired of life. 

While the first blond was skinny, the second was tiny. She wore more stylish clothes than the boring one, but nothing you'd expect to see on a schoolgirl.

The final woman was quite a knockout, being as well-aged as the others, yet still holding something inside her, a fire that wouldn't be put out.

Derrick, please!

Her hair was that gentle teasing tuff of brown waves that curled at the tips and was only long enough to puddle up at her shoulders. Her eyes were a striking dark blue that you don't see in brunettes any more. She also appeared the most robust of the five, being of very forward attitude and stature. She'd seen a lot, and she'd conquered what came her way. She wore simple jeans that were far too tight for her, and her ass looked good despite her age. A plain white T-shirt was stretched across her large breasts.

Don't touch me! Help!

"You feeling up yet?"

It had been the man talking to me. He and the redhead stayed close in a way that didn't feel like professional siblinity. The same way the smaller blond and the brunette stood closer, connected just so on an elbow or a foot where they stood.

"Uhh... yeah."

Get them off of me!

"Bit woozy. Where am I?"

"You've heard of Tranquil Breeze Garden?" the brunette asked.

"Sure."

"I'm Breezie, headmistress."

Oh, right. I saw her (from a considerable distance) at the party the twins dragged me to. "Hi, I'm Derrick."

"You're in our clinic. You were unconscious when we found you."

I can't... no more... stop them...

"Thanks, I guess."

"Actually, we wanted you to help us."

"Do you remember what happened last night?" the blond next to her asked.

Derrick! Hold on, buddy! We'll get you two out!

"I think I was at a party..."

"That's right, the Sierra Fiesta or something."

The blond to her right leaned over just so to whisper into her ear.

"Oh. Whatever it's called, then."

"What happened?"

Can you hear me? Dude?

"From what we heard? You started a fight."

Get lost, asshole. She's with me.

"I did?"

That's not what it looks like from where I'm sitting.

"What'd I do?"

"We don't know. You were just one of the people who'd gotten knocked out, though you're the only one to do so without getting anything broken, so congratulations for that."

I nervously glimpsed at the burly man to my left. If anyone knew anything about breaking anything, it would surely be him.

Where is she?

"Where's Becky?"

"Your sister, right?"

"Yeah; we came together."

The brunette continued, "We have her in our custody. Like you, we vouched for you to keep you out of the holding cell that would otherwise have been your fate. It would've been too full if they locked everybody up, and they don't have enough room for everyone that got taken away last night."

You just made the biggest mistake of your life, buddy.

"I'm trying to remember, but... is she alright?"

"She was rather drunk, like you. Thankfully several of our people were there to make sure nothing happened to either of you."

Take the one over there! I'll watch these two!

"Your people?"

"The fight was rather large, but it's generally agreed that there were strictly two sides. You were vouched for by some of our graduates, and we ourselves claimed you, so you're here rather than in jail."

"Who?"

"Don't you know? Drivved and Samson, among others. They said you're a close friend."

I've got you, buddy, just hold on.

"There were more?"

"Timber, Danny, Soran, and Meb, to name a few," said the redhead, reading off a list on a clipboard. Funny seeing one of those in a clinic.

"They were all there?"

"They were more than there," the smaller blond answered, "they all responded to a panic alarm that came from both Drivved and Sam at the same time."

"Panic?"

"Their watches. We picked up the mess; and if it wasn't for that alarm, things would've been much worse for you when the police got there."

"How come?

"The frat boys you were up against don't fight fair. There were at least thirty of them involved before the police arrived. You were lucky you just got knocked out and nothing permanent to show for it."

"What about everyone else? Are they alright?"

"Our students are trained to defend themselves in such situations. Like I said, many were unconscious, but they all had something broken in the meantime." 

The more boring blond picked it up from there, "I'd say you got yourself some pretty good friends, but whether or not you're a good friend to them remains to be seen."

"It does?"

"Everybody else has been questioned, and all the information we're getting is that you started the fight."

I was then getting rather nervous. I was already on-edge from having these people glaring at me since before I woke up, but now that they got to the point, it was worse.

"Naturally, we'd like to know what the fighting was about."

Derrick!

"My sister, I think."

"What about your sister?"

Derrick, don't leave me!

"She'd been drinking."

"And?"

Derrick, please! I'm your sister!

"She's my sister. I've gotta watch out for her."

"Was she in some kind of trouble?"

Stop them!

"Yeah."

Come on, this place is dead. Let's go upstairs, boys.

Becky, wait!

"I mean, I think so."

"You're not sure?"

D? You gonna let her run off like that? She doesn't look right.

"It's pretty fuzzy still."

"You suffered a mild concussion, so you're liable to be feeling not too great for a while."

You heard her; she can do what she wants.

But you don't know these guys. I've seen what they can do in groups, especially when girls are as drunk as she is.

"But whatever you can remember..."

"She went upstairs with some guys."

"Yes?"

"I followed her, or maybe Sam had gone up with three girls, and I wanted to see what he was doing." It occurred to me that I shouldn't be giving away my friend's intimate secrets, but none of the people looked the slightest bit interested.

Becky? That you?

What the fuck, Derrick? Get out!

"I accidentally walked in on her, and she told me to leave. I must have gotten upset or something, because she normally doesn't act like this."

"You mean, in general, or specifically at parties where the both of you have been intoxicated?"

"Yeah. We go to the same parties."

Sorry, bro, this one's taken for the night. Maybe next year you'll rush ROU.

"I got upset at them, and I think they got aggressive. I didn't want my sister with them since she was that drunk."

"Anything else?"

Oh my god, stop it! Leave him alone!

"No."

"It seems that you and these three young men began exchanging blows. Sam heard yelling, followed by several fratmates running into a room. He followed, and shortly after that, both he and Drivved activated their panic switches. In half an hour or so, they were both out of the fight at your side, but the four boys that answered kept the four of you safe from some thirty attackers."

"Oh. Wow."

"I'd be feeling rather grateful if I was you," the shorter blond said. "Meanwhile, we have a problem. I'm Kariah; I'm the lawyer here."

Kariah? Isn't that Dree's sister's name? The blond one? While I think about it, wasn't Ivy's middle name "Breeze" something or other?

"Lawyer?"

"I've spoken with your sister. It seems she was too drunk to remember what happened, but I'm concerned that we're knees-deep in a rape case."

Derrick! Please!

"I'm sorry, but I don't remember. All I can tell you is that everybody was drunk, so I just assumed Becky would be safer if she went home. After what Dree said... Drivved..."

"What did he say?"

Come on, man. It's not safe up there.

"He said it wasn't safe for her to go upstairs with those guys. Mean anything to you?"

"The fraternity that holds this party is notorious across their campuses. We've been trying to ban them from holding this party every year, but without citations worse than a few fights, we can't hold a warrant against them, and the townsfolk won't vote them out because either the voters themselves attend or it brings in money they're not willing to lose. With you having started the altercation, it doesn't help matters. Not unless you're convinced there was a rape about to happen."

Derrick, help!

"Maybe."

Derrick, get out!

"I can't remember. Can I see her?"

"Your sister? Sure."

Rather than be dressed and chauffeured to wherever they were keeping her, I was kept where I was and told Becky would be brought to me. My mind began to wander over everything, but the more I tried to think about the party, the less sense my memories made.

In a full half-hour, the boring blond returned by herself. "I'm sorry, but she absolutely refuses to see you, and she insists that she be allowed to go home right away. We can't keep you here, but you should stay until you're feeling better. If you want to talk about anything, you can come to my office."

Fuck off, Derrick, fucking pervert! Don't ever come near me again!

She left nonchalantly. I was left alone.

Bill, Dree, and Sam came around soon; it seems that breakfast was just ending. They didn't have much to say. None of them knew what happened to Becky any more than I did. Bill didn't even make it upstairs with the crowd of people blocking the way. For Dree and Sam, they didn't seem to mind me getting them into a fight. It seems that they didn't know why I had started it any better than I did, but they backed me up without question. 

Makes you proud to have them as friends, really. I didn't doubt Bill would've fought for me too, only he's shit like I am in a fight. Remind me to do something about that.

I told them to hork off so I could get some sleep, but in truth little memories started flashing into my eyes, and every time someone spoke the memories got chased away, and I wanted some alone time with them. But once I was alone again, the memories stopped. Tired and aching but tired of sitting around, I got up and went for a walk.

The last time I had been here was at the dance Cindy brought me to with Sara, but the place was unrecognizable from then. Barren and empty halls of polished oak plank and black carpet. Not a person in sight, and hardly a decoration except for labeled doors and childish scribbles taped up here or there.

I got to the door labeled "Shannon Campbell, psychiatrist." So that's why she wanted me to go to her to talk. I let myself in after knocking, and there was the blond in the boring suit. "Sit down," she said at once as though she had nothing keeping her from spending all morning talking to me. There wasn't even a front office with a secretary.

"I'm sorry to barge in," I said, "but you said..."

"I know this can be traumatic for you," she interrupted, getting straight to business. "We wanted to get some evidence to put a case together, but putting that aside, I'm concerned for your mental welfare. Call it an occupational hazard." She laughed her own comment off. 

Looking around, I saw the obligatory certifications that allowed her to practice her trade, but besides that, there were pictures of her in various life stages with various people, including a man in a tuxedo while she wore a white gown, and both a blond boy and a younger blond girl. Beyond the pictures, there were more children's drawings. They gave a light-hearted feel to an otherwise dull office belonging to someone who took herself far too seriously. Out of the five from the clinic, she looked completely out of place.

"Is there anything about the event that you want to talk about?"

I liked how she replaced "party" or "fight" with "event". So politically correct. So very professional. "You said my sister..."

"It was strange, but not unexpected. People that go through events like that have a mixed bag of responses, and that was just one. She got upset, so now I expect she'll want to repress any memories of it to prevent her from being afraid."

"Afraid? Of what?"

"Whether or not she wants to deal with it, I'm sure the thought of being raped entered her mind at one point or another. If she's taking that thought seriously, which I think she is, then she's probably already repressing. I hear she hasn't cried at all over it."

"But she didn't want to see me..."

What's the matter with you?

"Simply put, you were there, so you'll remind her if she sees you. She wants to separate herself from it so she can get back in control. It'll take time."

"Isn't there anything..."

"We can't force her. She's made up her own mind."

"I gave you a fair chance, and you fucked up. I'm moving on."

I lowered my head and walked out. The three boys she were with were already undressing her, not paying attention to a word I or she was saying. In the next room over, I had to listen to my little sister getting fucked by one idiot after the other. After twenty minutes or so, I heard that door open, and I'm pretty sure some more guys came in. I know I heard them bragging about her. 

More fucking. She made moans of pleasure, but not like I've known her to make. This was nothing but the effect of having a dick inside her. When she was having fun in bed, she'd curse and scream and curl her toes and scratch your back.

It was a large room that she was in opposed to the bedroom-sized room I had moved to to make sure things didn't get out of hand. It seemed to be filling up with guys that had made their way upstairs by and by, and the more time that went by, the more attention it drew. I got up to check, and sure enough, the door was wide open, and there was a crowd of boys and girls around her. A few would work on her for a few minutes before retreating, only to be replaced by more.

Hearing it made me sick to my stomach, but to actually see them using her like that blackened my mind, sending me reeling to the floor in agony. I went unnoticed.

I found my feet again, and there she was still, letting unknown after unknown inside her, and another at her mouth, wherever they could reach. My mouth was dry and my eyes ached. I could barely move with my stomach churning in a pain I had never known before.

She was rolled over, maybe on top of someone. Another guy came up from behind her, and then I heard it, the most beautiful voice despite the drunken, oversexed slur: "No." Heard it as clear as if it was said right to my ear in the dead quiet. I knew what it was, too. She doesn't like her ass touched, and some guy thought a girl could fit three just as easily as she could fit two.

I snapped when I heard her say it a second time over the din, and I charged forward, knocking the guy on his ass. For good measure, I tossed off the guy standing in front of her, then I ripped her off of guy number three to hold her safely behind me in the corner.

"...Derrick?"

The frat boys didn't take it kindly. Before I knew what was what, there were three of them coming at me, and I didn't know who to hit first, but I was down right away. Sam was in for my rescue in bravery I hadn't expected of him, him and Dree, though Dree is a bit more the loyal type I was expecting, though it was Sam I expected to see upstairs. They fended them off for a spell before I nodded off, though to my personal satisfaction, Becky was hiding behind me in a shaking pile on the floor, not trying to get back to the party.




4-4-3 Girls at a Bar



"I wanna get out of here."

"Of course. We'll arrange transportation..."

"No, I mean, out of this town. I'm sick of this place. This place is sick to begin with, and I've had enough of it."

"Sick? What do you mean?"

"I don't wanna talk about it. I heard you guys give people work; could you set me up with something?" I thought of the real estate agency in California. "Like, across the country? Do you do anything like that?"

She pondered on that for a moment. I had hope. She then tapped her watch and her lips moved; though I didn't hear her say anything, she stopped as though to listen after, and she mouthed something else, still staring down.

A few moments later, the tall ogre of a man from the pictures came in. Though he had been blond once, his hair was receding rather grayish. He still had an aura of youth about him though, the same as the other four. I noticed at once a sharp connection between him and his wife, and for once Misses Campbell's face lit up in joy rather than professional demeanor that separated her from the others.

The two of them spoke in hushes to one-another for a moment, then he turned to address me. "Joe Campbell," he said, extending his hand. "Director of activities for the school here."

"Campbell? As in, Samson Campbell?"

"He's my brother's boy," he explained briefly. "I hear you're looking to get away from it all."

"Suddenly I don't like it here anymore."

"Have you ever done a school trip or anything?"

"I went to Argentina once in college; it was pretty cool, except we got stuck for a few extra weeks."

"We do that quite often here so that our students get a feel for how big the world is and how they can actually put their hands on it. Anyways, your request comes at an excellent time: One of our people is sick, and I was going to have to go on one of the field trips. If you're up to it, you can take the kids as a councilor."

"Kids?"

"I think you'll find them nicer than frat boys."

"I'll do it. When do I leave?"

"Interested at all where you're going, who's going with you?"

"Not really."

Fuck this town, and fuck the people in it. My boys were straight; they'd understand. My sister could have this place and be free from me. My only regret was not telling sweet Reoren, who had given me her favor in such short time.

"Does it pay?"

"We don't have payed positions, but if you have expenses you'd like us to cover..."

"I'm renting a room from Reoren Fraliusan, and she made it perfectly clear she didn't want to endure the headache of having to replace me, so..."

"We'll arrange to have your part covered in your absense."

"Maybe a little more? She's trying to save up to put herself through college, so she's working through summer..."

"We'll take care of it."

That's one thing I won't have dangling over my shoulders. As to the rest of it, goodbye, Rotterdale. Rot and die for all I care. I won't be returning.



4-4-4 Nobody at the Bar



"Nobody at the Bar" by Vic TG as "CopperSkink". All rights reserved, except the right to not be heckled.

Derrick's continuing story takes place this time not in usual Rotterdale, North Carolina; but the forest (that I invented) of Macedonia, which turns out is its own country now. All characters twelve or eleven except for the two fuddy-duddies (who are the ones having all the fun)

This one goes out to apollona for being the first one to come out of nowhere and praise my writing and for consistently saying so throughout my installments.

As always, Derrick lives in the future, like Space Ghost. Time is summer through autumn in the year of 2066. Rated R for romance. 

********

Hey, guys and dolls. Derrick again, fresh from a post-apocalyptic frat party that's being called the biggest ruckus this town's seen since Samson Campbell got divorced.

It took me a week to get back to the place I was staying at. I know; I said I was gonna stay away from there, but I couldn't go without seeing Reo. Part of what took so long to get outdoors was getting the swelling down, the other was not having the balls to see my sister. When I got through the front door, I was spotted at once by Reo, who lept into my arms. I heard a door somewhere upstairs pointedly snap shut a moment later.

"Where've you been?" she almost screamed. "I've been so worried about you!"

"Got a job offer," I told her. "Had to stay and get ready."

"So, you're back now?" I have no idea where this concern was coming from, but it was too late now.

"Actually, I'm going to old Macedonia for a school trip. I'll be gone for a moth or so."

She didn't take the news well, and she didn't seem comforted that I was going to make a check that I had written in advance for her for my share of the rent so that I'd have a home when I came back, though I honestly didn't know what I was going to do about Becky. Reo liked both of us, and I didn't want her to have to choose between us, but I don't think Becky and I will be getting along any farther from here on out.

************

I went back to the Garden the day of, and I found a snippy little twelve-year-old whose feet didn't reach the foot rest of the carriage she was heading up. "You're late," she snipped. "The other carriage is already on the way to the airport. You coming, or what?"

"Yeah, yeah," I grumbled. "Budge over, will you?" I went through my checklist while the brat got the carriage under way. My twelve heads were in attendance, all with their own packs of stuff. I didn't know their names, but I had a list. We carriaged on for about half an hour through the forest of the Garden to the south of Rotterdale town and further on to the nearest train station. There we left the carriage behind next to its mate where someone from the Garden would recover them both. We had to wait another ten minutes for the next train to arrive; the first set of kids had already taken off to the airport. The train rushed us off to Charlotte in a quick half hour, being only about three hundred miles away. We all had to hustle to the gate when we arrived, being in mere minutes of our schedule. We loaded onto the jet, but only just in time, and we had exactly eight seconds to pack out bags and find our seatbelts.

In another ten minutes, we were in the air and on our way to our destination. We were turned loose by the flight coordinator, though my packet told me to keep the childrens seated except for potty. I still had to get up and take another head count, though I'm fairly sure I got to twelve when I got them seated in the first place. Well behind me, I could hear the other councilor doing the same.

"You just keep your traps shut, and I may let you outside a few times a week while we do this trip."

I knew that voice. Of all the people...

I tried to return to my seat with all haste, but she caught sight of me, and our eyes met. I don't think she missed the look of distaste in my eyes, nor did I miss her own frown of disgust.

Throughout the flight, she and I were more than able to ignore each other, both of us having plenty of children to entertain, but when it came to corralling them in the airport upon our arrival, we found ourselves side-by-side, discussing things with English-speaking officials that would get us to the tour bus we needed to get us to our final destination.

He was a balding old fart, someone who had been in the business way too long. He was Iranian, and and old crusty one at that. Did I mention he was old yet? He spoke English, but he only seemed to understand every other word. He was to be our driver in an actual gas-powered vehicle.

"I'm Salamandy Ravenlock," Sally said with her Southern sass. "We're from Tranquil Breeze Garden, here to tour Old Macedonia." As though he couldn't tell by the twenty-four noisy little children and the tell-tale blue leaf that marked Garden officials.

Despite, we still loaded up into the bus and headed on our way. I quickly parked myself in the back of the bus with my little pinprick girl that gave me so much trouble on the carriage ride over; the other one could guard the front.

**********

I had managed to nod off on roads longer and boring than that between Seattle and Spokane. The little girl woke me up unfairly early, telling me Sally needed to talk to me.

I rubbed my eyes, still remembering the gross swelling from only a couple weeks earlier. Out the window, there was still plenty of long, boring road left. Actually, it was only the horizon that looked boring; I couldn't see anything referring to a road in the tracks we left.

I walked somewhat unsteadily to the front. "What's up?" I asked my mutually distasted partner in children's education.

"We've been on this road forever. You got a map?"

"No; did you ask the guy that's driving?"

"He's grumpy. Check your folder."

"Yes, your prom princesslyness."

"Don't start with me; just check the f'king..." Our voices were hushed, but she still nervously glanced around at what eyes may have been watching her lips. "Get the map, would you?"

I may have left out certain details having to do with raven-beak, so let me fill you in as I make my way back to my gear to look for a map. Salamandy Campbell (where the fuck she's getting this "Ravenlock" business, I have no clue) is... she's many things. First, she's the most outspoken sister of one of my mates Sampson. Second, she's strikingly beautiful for a high school girl (recently former) that never became a cheerleader. Third, she's mean. I met a number of Sam's brothers and sister now and then, and it seems that if any of them have anything bad to say about anyone, it's Salamandy.

I'd much rather have directed this little mission with Tiffany, another of Sam's sisters. Tiffany is a quintessential blond: Short, flat, past-the-shoulders hair; baby-blue eyes; and she's dumb as a post. Did I mention her tits? Thirty-six double-D is one of the most thrown-around phrases between high school and college, but for people that know how to count, they lust after Tiffany in her size twenty-nine E. Small chest, big bra, and a reputation big enough to fill them even without those bouncy ta-tas.

Salamandy was bigger than Tiffany (everyone's bigger than Tiffany, I mean, come on. Size twenty-nine chest? That's tiny), but with her increased size came more brains, more attitude, and more stubbornness. All of her sisters seemed to be packing (except the little red-head), but Sally likes nothing more than to shove her tits (and sweet ass) in your face. Also, in a town like Rotterdale that loves its blonds but worships its red-heads, she and her dark locks tend to stand out, and while she likes standing out, she'd rather it not be because people wish her hair had come out third-favorite. To her credit she never bleached it or nothing, but the whole subject seemed to have turned her permanently sour. Come to think of it, her dark hair doesn't really go with her rich amber eyes.

Being that I was well out of college and she was still in high school, I had managed to get along fine without her nose accidentally slipping into my business for the past while that I've known about her. That all changed this summer when she graduated and I began dating her sister. With all the girls in that house, it's hard not to at least fall hopelessly in love with at least one or two of them, only they're hard as hell to latch onto. Sure, a few guys can claim to have bedded Sally, but no one, and I mean no one even bothers telling stories on the twins, and here I am, having fit my dick inside one of them and latched my arm around the other written in my resumé.

Sally, she didn't like it. She doesn't like Cindy and she doesn't like Sara and she doesn't like me. When Cindy and I started dating, it was simple mathematics: Adding negatives just makes it more and more negative. Neither Cindy nor I wanted anything to do with Sally, who seemed to hang around us an awful lot during this summer. Towards the end, she began to get openly snippy. I think I had upset her somehow.

Did I mention I hit that once?

I think I did, anyways. That was the night I tapped on Sara and Sadie, and my sister was there besides... I forget. Anyway, here's the map.

"I found it, so where the f... can you even read this thing?"

"Of course. Can't you?"

Neither of us could find our position on the map, being that it was mostly lineless expanse covered in dust. The driver wasn't very helpful, too.

"Is this Macedonia?" I asked as loudly as I could to be heard over the roar of the engine, but he waved me off and opened his window yet more. Sally and I grunted equally and made to return to our seats, but she joined me in the back so as to plot with me.

We didn't get anywhere, seeing as no matter what we thought up, the driver wasn't going to listen until he got us to wherever it was he thought we were heading. I reckon she just wanted to sit in the back, where it was cooler and quieter. I made the mistake of casting a glance Sally's way when she sprawled out on more than her fair share of bus bench; her shirt was near soaked through to grasp down on her skinny body. Her impossibly short jean shorts were letting her legs spill out all over the place, and every movement caught my eye. Soon she was asleep, and her head came to rest on my shoulder. Can things get any worse?

We drove on for a good four or five more hours. The sun was running away and taking the blistering heat with it, but I was beginning to fear for the kids. It'd be getting cold, and our crap was stored under the bus. It'd been a while since we've had a good toilet, too. Many of them had fallen asleep and woken up, which precipitates a good pee.

Sally had since upgraded from leaning on me to cuddling into me with the advent of the colder weather. Her bare feet were curled up at her side, and she had wormed her way under my arm so that I was holding her waist with her head supported against my chest. She smelled good, too. It's been a while since I've just sat there and smelled woman rather than looked at and touched. Why did she have to smell so good and not evil like I expected?

I rested my head against hers and rested my eyes a bit. Actually, this was a little nice.

**********

At long last, there was civilization. Is that the word? There was a building on the edge of a forest with what looked like a road running through it. But civilization? The driver pulled up to some old long cabin thing and took off on foot at once. Hardly even stopped to stretch, nevermind saying a little something about where we was or where he might be off to. Sally was stirring along with the rest of the bus.

"Hi," she murgled. "Do you mind?"

From her perspective, I'd pulled her halfway into my lap and put my arm around her. I removed it quickly; she had that look back in her eye that said she wasn't terribly pleased to be out in the middle of nowhere with me and me getting fresh with her. We both got out the bus and poked our noses around; first I made sure to tell the scraplings not to dare follow us out.

We were by a long house of sorts on the edge of a path. We had been driven through the arid lands into what was becoming something of a rainforest paradise. The path looked like it would drive off to civilization some many miles onward, but behind us we knew to be nothing but wasteland.

"Wurzza driver?" a tired Sally asked.

"Parked and took off," I yawned. Cunnilingus. No, Derrick. Sotp that.

"To where?"

Good question. Both of us looked around, and there was clearly nothing in sight but the house.

"Which way did he go?"

I thought back to a moment depuis. "The direction he was driving. You think he ran outta gas or something?"

"Without telling us? He spoke English well enough."

"He was also an asshole well enough. Or maybe this is where we're staying?"

"So why not tell us, and where's the people come to greet us?"

"Whatever; just keep watch on the kids here so I can look inside." She left like that, turning her back to me with the annoyed "huff". Bitch. The rest of the kids were ready to stretch out their legs, and it took quite a bit of doing on my part to keep them from escaping by the two available doors.

I ended up having to promote the little girl from before to my sidekick so there'd be two people watching the two doors in the time it took Sally to get back. She came out the front door of the house, zipping her shorts up. I scratched my head as to how shorts that small were able to fit a zipper long enough to do any good.

"Like being in my car again," she muttered to herself. "There's no working anything or running anything in there, but I assume there are drains out of there, so go ahead and start filing people out to the toilet." In my ear, she whispered, "Don't tell them about the toilet in the back room."

We alternated taking groups of three to the toilet after Sally delved into the emergency supplies for toilet paper. Twenty-four kids not having peed for some nine hours, the math is all yours. Then we sat down amongst ourselves and figured out what the fuck to do.

"Time?" I asked.

She looked up to the sky rather than at her watch. "Two hours here, and no driver guy. Thoughts?"

"Call someone?"

She leaned in to whisper to me again; we were shut outside the bus with everyone else in it, "I didn't want to spook anyone, but my watch was dark when we came in."

"Dark?"

"Complex electronics won't work here. Called a 'dead zone'."

That was a blow. "Phone?"

"Nothing in the house, and no wires in or out."

"We drive down the road, then. Maybe..."

"That's out," she said as though she was checking the answers in her dungeon master guide. "If we don't know where we can fill up, we can't use any gas. Wherever we take it may likely be the last place it goes, so we save it until we reach that place on foot and know it has gas or other transportation."

"Guy coming back?"

"He had his chance. It's still summer here, but this part of the world gets dark soon and cold. We need to get the kids inside."

Had to be the dumbest fucking... "We don't know who lives here, so we can't very well pack a busload of children in there without permission, can we?"

It seems she had already decided, however. "It's late, and the kids will need to eat and sleep. This is emergency contingency, which means we seek shelter. That," she pointed at the house, "is our shelter until we see a hotel, at least tonight it is."

She opened the door to the bus and told me to hang back and keep a count on the number of heads. She got them inside, and my sidekick was at my side, kicking rocks at stragglers. "What now, boss?"

"Now we sleep."

"What about food? Me hungry." No, she's not dumb, she's being cute. Funny, the serious face she had on while she did it.

"I'll have to ask our fearless leader," I muttered, more to myself than to my sidekick.

The two of us went in last after we agreed on the number that had passed before us. The house was more of a log cabin, and more of a lodge at that. The main door led into a rather large front room with reasonable furniture for one or two people at a time each, but no long couches. There was one long hall that led to everything else.

First to the left, there was a pantry that held assorted cans of things without labels I wouldn't be able to read in the first place; to the right there was a kitchen of sorts. Not a kitchen as you're used to one, but a cabin kitchen: A counter made of polished wood, cabinets made of wood, a pot-belly stove for cooking and warmth, and a window for letting air in. No utensils, no refrigerator, no pots, no pans.

There was the bathroom in the next door to the left that we used before, and a certain stink was creeping up from it, though it indeed seemed to drain. Nearly all the toilet paper we brought was used up, and that's only because Sally and I gave out three sheets maximum to girls and one to boys. The next right door was a long room filled with table and chairs, taking up two lengths' worth of the opposite side.

The opposite side, next were two rooms, both packed with simple bunks, about thirty in all. It was creepy, seeing nothing but dusty wood in crude shapes making beds, though I wasn't about to turn down bedding and what would pass for pillows. Sally insisted we send the kids into these rooms before we looked at the final room together, the last room on the right opposite from where we put the girls.

It was a smaller room than the bunk rooms, but it had an adjoining bath that was a bit more cozy than the public one. Again with the weird; there was nothing in the bedroom but one huge bed. It was made-up like the cots with blanket and pillow, but no chair, no desk, no closet, no... nevermind.

"You and me," Sally said with a "this isn't good enough" sigh and her hands on her waist. "Touch me in the night, and you'll wish you'd stayed with the boys, which you will from then on, got it?"

Great, before I'd even done anything. "First, as if. Second, you talk like we're gonna be here a while."

She looked pissed from frustration. Not with the situation, but with me being too slow to keep up with her. "Oh, grow up, Gains. That guy didn't leave for nothing; he's not coming back, and it'll be a good while before we figure out any way to get that nasty-ass bus back to where my watch will work again."

"How, exactly, long ago did it stop?"

She checked it again, but she didn't seem to like what she saw. "I don't know; I was asleep."

"Then this is just perfect," I exasperated. "We can't get back in the bus and go the other way?"

"Will you at least do some math in your own head before bothering me with stupid questions?" She plunked herself down on the bed and buried her face in her hands.

But she was right. We had driven for over nine hours in a very big bus; it was unlikely we would be able to make a return trip. "But that guy, he went somewhere, right? There's a place to go? A town or something?"

"I guess," Sally sighed. "That's for tomorrow. Right now we feed the kids. No unpacking for tonight, though; I don't want to clean up a big fucking mess if it's a matter of finding a phone tomorrow morning."

I stared her down with quite a handful of contempt. She was willing to stare back at me, but providence came after prudence and diligence. She got up and headed for the door. "Would you get a fire going?" I continued to stare. "Would you please start a fire? I will go unpack food and get it ready for twenty-four children and ourselves, and you just carry wood inside and make it burn so we can eat something hot and be less cold tonight."

The anxious tone in her voice got me moving where her impatient sarcasm would have had me stay my feet. We both knew we had to get busy and that we had to ignore our differences until such time as we had a free moment. And not a moment too soon; it was quite dark halfway into me bringing in large branches that were to be found in thickets below canopy trees. If I hadn't gotten out that early, I wouldn't've been able to find my way in the dark back and forth. I had the boys in our group kick and yank and bang the branches after I brought them in so there was a huge pile of timber suitable for fitting in the front room fireplace.




4-4-4 Nobody at the Bar



"Umm... did anyone bring matches?" My little sidekick had come from the kitchen; I used her as my messenger to Salamandy since I couldn't be bothered keeping her updated throughout the two hours it took us to get everything organized. I had to admit that I was stumped. Who needs to light fires to keep warm anymore?

Sally herself came dragging her feet out the kitchen, rubbing her forehead so intensely that she was unable to see the product of my boys' and my hard work filling the fireplace and to spare for the whole night. Without giving any of us face, she dug into the pack she kept at her side that had the same Garden leaf, only in emergency-red rather than midnight-blue. She found a small braid of steel wool, and I felt embarrassed for her at once.

But apparently I was the only one when I saw everyone else ignoring her, and I felt rather embarrassed for myself when the next thing she took out was a nine-volt battery (who the fuck uses those anymore?), took the protective cap off, and touched it to the wool. Fire broke out immediately onto the small collection of dry leaves my boys had set; she was gone before the excited boys went about refilling the dry leaf stock and setting small sticks above it to catch the flame.

"Get two good branches going, then send one to the kitchen," I ordered with a whole thorn about the whole situation, "they don't want to screw with dead leaves in there." I headed out one more time to clear my head of that woman, also to get my own stuff out of the bus belly. We didn't allow the kids to bring theirs in because we couldn't stop them all making a mess; we adults could supervise ourselves to prevent that. I hefted out Sally's while I was at it. Just because she had said "please."

Dinner was a very boring choice between egg product log, vegetable product log, and several boring loaves of wheat bread. No one moved from the table (twenty seats for twenty-four; four were waiting along with Sally and myself: my own servant, and Sally had selected one of her own from amongst the boys) until he or she sampled all three flavors of food, and all we got to drink was water. There was canned soda distributed for the drive, and there was box juice and such, but Sally explained water can be refilled, but soda makes one stay up all night.

"We need to get up early in the morning, so when you stir, get yourself up," Sally ordered after we packed the riff-raff away and got into our own room. "If they have a chance to work up a head of steam without us, it'll be bad."

"Shouldn't we be sleeping with them? What if they..."

Again, she looked at me like I was crazy. "These kids grow up in barracks just like these, only by the hundred rather than the dozen. They won't wander. Especially to each other's rooms."

"How do you know?"

"Because when it's one found in the other, it's the girls that get punished."

That was the most ridiculous thing I had heard in my life.

She saw my disbelief, and again she groaned. "When it's the girl that gets in trouble, the guy looking around for a peep show no longer looks quite so interesting to the girls, being that it's not his neck on the line to snoop around."

Actually, that does make sense. Still, one more thing she had to look down on me for. "Is there anything else I need to know?" I asked with a bit less patience than I could've.

"Yeah," she sighed, but now it was a sigh of tiredness, "we won't have time to worry about getting out of here for about a week. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

I sat down next to her. There was a lot of crap she had put up to me this day, but to say something like that? "What's going on?"

"Water, Gains," she said, looking at me seriously. "If, say, I go looking for a town or something, you have to keep everyone else in the cabin where you can keep your eyes on them. If I don't find anything, that's a whole day gone, and everything we have to drink won't last through noon."

Now I was understanding why she didn't seem to find any of this as painless to tell me as, say, starting a fire. "I have to go find a natural water source over the next few days, then we spend the day bringing it up here in loads, boiling it, and storing it. About fifty gallons of it."

"In what?" I almost shouted. I knew she at least knew what she was talking about, but this was not only too far, it was just incredulous.

"In their backpacks, Gains," she said patiently. "They're waterproof. They zip up top rather than down the sides, and they hold about three gallons each."

And just like that, such a weight was lifted off me, I hadn't even had the time to realize it was there. And just like that, I developed a strange sense of respect for Salamandy for keeping her wits about her so well. In fact, looking at everything together, she never lost her calm once. The only thing that was ever out of place in this adventure-turned-disaster was me, not knowing what the hell to do. If it hadn't been for her, I would've taken the kids in that bus and driven off, probably to someplace worse than a tight cabin with a fireplace and beds.

"We'll go through the most water flushing our toilets, and we'll have to check where they drain off too," she explained further. "and though you may have guessed, we'll have to find our own food."

I hadn't thought of that; I simply nodded agreeably.

"We'll work that out later, but the biggest problem is actually finding the water. We can do without everything else for a while as long as nobody gets dehydrated." She went on about other details, like keeping a few of the kids moving branches into the house for timber since we'd be boiling water around the day for drinking, some kids for hauling berries or fish once we found berries or fish, others hauling water practically all the time, and the two of us being absolutely cool at all times, no matter how the stress got to us.

She finished with a sigh. I knew she had more to say, but I could feel her being tired, and I had troubled her enough with my ignorance. I saw past our mutual bullshit then, and without hesitation I did exactly what I wasn't supposed to do: touch her. I put an arm around her shoulder, just briefly, just squeezing her once in appreciation for her efforts, then I pulled down to my skivvies and went around to my side of the bed.

"Thanks for bringing my stuff in," she said quietly. She may have undressed; there were no lights to tell me so. At dinner, we had eaten mostly by the light coming from the stove through the door communicating between the dining room and the kitchen. Now it was by moonlight that we kept from banging our toes into things. And by moonlight were the creepy-crawlies of the night starting to sing, probably scaring the children.

Enough thinking. Bed now. Plenty to think about tomorrow, so tonight may be the last day I get to rest peacefully for at least a week. Maybe a lot longer.

***********

Several months later...

"You brat, don't steal the puck unless you're going to run for cover!" I hollered yet again.

The surprised girl dropped the rather heavy turtle shell, seemingly surprised to see it in her hands, and ran in the wrong direction, only to be tagged while her teammate covertly grabbed the shell and hid in the correct bunker. Two more players entered the field, and from there it would be a rush to dance scene one from "The Lonely Lakenois" as fast as possible so the two twigs could be rearranged for yet another point for team five.

Beside me, Sally broke into a fit of laughter that had her squirming on the ground, gasping for breath. "This game is so ridiculous!" she shouted amidst the pain of her splitting sides. I can't remember a time when I could imagine going a day without seeing that carefree sparkle in her eyes.

I pulled her back to her feet, and we gazed upon one-another for those few moments, still joined hand-to-hand.

"Gross! That old guy's hitting on Miss Blackfeather!" one of the more obnoxious boys shouted, and his fellow hecklers joined in to heckle us. I caught the eye of my protégé, who winked at me and ran for the opposite end of the field like the previous girl, only she made it without being tagged.

"Another disadvantage, I'm afraid," I announced. The boys stopped their heckling to see what happened, and they rose up as one voice again, only this time in protest.

"Pay attention to the game then," Sally said, still working through a few tears of laughter. When they saw they were getting no assistance from us, they selected and removed one of their number from the playing field and stopped screwing around so as not to get one-upped again.

Sally and I left them to their devices and returned to the lodge, passing the few stray children that were assigned to work while the rest played, tending the fire here or preparing fish there. We shut ourselves into the bedroom we had shared all this time, and we threw ourselves onto the bed with a few remaining coughs of humor. I had never let go of her hand.

"We have got to invent a better game," she said, leaning up on one shoulder to look at me. Her breasts fell together to form the most titillating cleavage poking out of the white button-down she had stolen from me a mere week to our little excursion while all her shirts were being laundered; she wore it knotted right below her breasts, and it was getting rather thin from its constant use.

Her short jean shorts were still her daily fare, though they were getting tattered at the seams and she had patched up more than one tear in the seat made by her full backside. Though her feet were calloused from the wild, she kept them soft and clean at all times, her nails perfectly pedicured.

I had grown fit from waking at the butt-crack of dawn each day and carting nine gallons of water to and from the fish-bearing creek we had found about a mile into the forest, hauling firewood, and wrestling rather brawny young men (and women) that got out of hand on occasion. Both our skins had darkened several shades from the constant sun, though a few glimpses here and there revealed to me that Sally bore no tan lines, a thought that kept me up many a night.

Her eyes had changed. I had stopped trying long ago to not stare into them, and I was glad I did. There was laughter in her eyes, there was happiness too. Contentment. Gone were the days of her frustrations and protests at our situation, now there was only each new day, and they were all memorable in their own right, especially since the advent of "Harquewatch," the impromptu game that got invented with an over-abundance of boredom. I had yet to see the game placed the same way from one day to the next.

We had spent many such moments like this, just the two of us taking a few minutes from the hot sun to enjoy each other's company while the kids played on into the heat. They hardly needed our supervision for a darn thing except for the long trip off to the water source or for the various traps we set for pieces of meat here and there, so the longer we were stranded, the more time we had together to just sit quietly.

"How long are you gonna stare at me like that?" she asked. Even a month ago, I would've thought she was being her usual bitchy self. Now? She was actually shy about it. The bitch was still in there; she had a great deal more verisimilitude with the children when giving warnings than I did, but with me, she had slowly accepted that I was an idiot that I tried very hard to do what I could to make everybody comfortable.

"For as long as you let me," I answered. "Here, I got you some food." She looked softly at my offering of wild mushrooms and berries. She had been losing weight fast since the beginning of our trip, making sure everyone was full before she took a bite. I adopted her regimen, and as a result our children were continuing to grow at a normal rate, though the two of us were looking sallow.

While we all scrounged regularly, I would sometimes go a bit beyond the time limit and allocated range to find a few things more just for her. It hurt her to see food that wasn't meant for the children, but I had to (kindly) remind her that she needed to eat something. She picked at the little bits carefully, and in no time at all it was gone.

"Thank you."

"Do you think we'll ever get out of here?"

"I know we will."

That marked the first time we broached the subject since our private discussion on that first night. We hadn't brought it up before as though it was a taboo that would jinx us, but it was at that moment that I learned true appreciation for the word "bittersweet." I could stay here forever, but I didn't want to have to watch this hard-working, mothering person to wither away into nothing, to have the rest of her life be to look after a mess of kids that don't belong to her, to have her have to wake up to me every day.

Actually, I did want that last part. It's just that she should have more of a choice in the matter.

Oh god, did I just say that? I want to wake up with her every day.

When I had found a cow and her calf, she had lassoed it in herself, had the kids build a pasture for it, and had milked it first thing every morning so everyone had fresh protein and fat. When someone got sick, she had everything in order to get him or her right again in no time. Thanks to her prudence, we only had one broken bone, and she set the bastard thing herself, bound it up right so that it was almost healed by now.

Me, I did what I could.

"What is that?" she asked of the slight mist permeating our room. This was one of those things I did.

"Happy birthday, Salamandy Ravenlock."

"Miss Blackfeather," as the children named her, stared at me in disbelief. "How'd you... which of the little runts told you?" she demanded. After so many months out here, we had our share of birthdays, for each one we tried to accommodate them with a few special treats, and Sally was to be no different. Bit tricky though, with about twenty different people keeping their own calender. As near as I figured, the date was December One.

She got up to look where the mist was coming from, and she saw the large clay tub, which we wondered why had ever been put there in the first place, was filled to the brim with piping-hot water. "Gains..."

I grinned in satisfaction. While I had gotten used to carting the water all that distance, never once did the six bags-full I carried just for her to, for once, submerge herself in hot water, feel so good. I put on a blindfold and stood by the bath so she could dwell in it without having to get out for anything until she was good and ready; I'd be right there to grab whatever she needed.

I heard something unzip, then something entering the water. Sally was naked not a foot from me, and it soothed me. Months of sleeping in the same bed, and we both showed remarkable control, especially for two regular weekenders like us. "Gains?"

"Yeah?"

"...There's something I have to tell you."

I didn't care what it was as long as this dream went on. "Go ahead." "I was the one who told your sister you had a crush on her."

Like a single photograph that can bring up the most traumatic event of a lifetime, Sally's words made me immediately claustrophobic with such a range of conflicting emotions that I didn't know what to do with. There were many nights in the beginning where I couldn't sleep for wondering if my sister Becky was okay, whether she was actually worried about me being lost when I didn't check in with Reo by phone over the first week, whether she knew, whether she cared, whether she was okay...

Then I would remember that I wasn't supposed to care. She had damn-near kicked me out of town; I only left as soon as I could so as to avoid yet another Gains-on-Gains crime. With so much time passed away from her, the lines of who had hurt whom became amazingly blurry. Facts and fiction blended together with my insecurities to make an untoward conglomeration of nonsense that I had long forgotten why I should even be upset about in the first place.

Most importantly, my time spent with beautiful Salamandy was making me forget the harsh and complicated Becky. Sally liked being obeyed and giving orders, but she didn't know what to do with herself when everything was going her way, which it usually was because everyone knew she was the one in charge between the two of us. Sally liked being pampered, so at some point I had begun picking up what chores she assigned to herself so she could take care of her body, which was as important to me as it was to her.

She began to give up on it, that dynamite body of hers. Something about not having a selection of boys to impress can do that to a girl, I suppose. My comment about not wanting to be stabbed by her prickly black stubs was meant as a joke, but amazingly enough she seemed to have heard my inner voice pleading her to stay beautiful, perfectly groomed, just for my benefit. She continued to look good, but now it was just for me. That's when she started smiling despite her troubles.

Oh yeah, Becky. Whatever. "Whatever."

"What do you mean, 'whatever'? You know how guilty I feel?"

"You can stop, then," I said calmly, feeling calm. "I may never have told her myself, which would't've been fair to her. I should be thanking you, really."

It was something to think about, I suppose. Sally, being her usual self, would've done something exactly like that, no question. Thing is, I didn't care.

"Don't you care?"

"Care about what?"

"I thought it'd be a nasty little joke, but you've been such a... so helpful around here, I feel like I peed on your shoes or something."

"I'm not wearing any shoes."

When did all that happen, anyway? What happened? Months of keeping track of water-retrieving schedules, branch-breaking schedules, fishing schedules, meat-trapping schedules, milking schedules; little things like my sister declaring war on me didn't seem to matter. I remembered that I left in the first place because I got in a fight over defending my sister's honor or something, and the next day she wouldn't talk to me. Over-exaggerated on my part, really. What did Sally have to do with that?

Oh, right. Back then, I developed a healthy little crush on Becky, my sister. Something about the way she dresses or something. It was a crush like any other, I suppose. I felt like I was going to whither and die unless I spent one night with her as I had with many other girls before her each week since I entered puberty.

She tried to tell me on that day. "I know you like me." Something about her friend's brother's uncle's teacher's first mate's left-wing candidate... She tried to tell me who had told her as though the person was at the end of a maze I was more than allowed to follow to the end if only I could decipher teenage girl. Guess Salamandy was the one at the end of the maze.

So I had her to thank for all this? No, whatever happened between Becky and me, Sally had done nothing more than do something a little snide. A catalyst, nothing more.

She was quiet for the rest of her bath. I don't know about her, but I felt my odd metaphor about shoes really fit in a strange way. A person isn't going to get upset you drinking his milk if he doesn't like milk. I suppose the fact she didn't care if she hurt me should've bothered me, but I knew she'd never do anything like that to me after all we'd gone through together. Not anymore.

She got out the bath and did herself down with our combined towels (everybody brought their own, thank preparation, and I let her use mine for extra points), and shortly after a "zip" she told me to take the blindfold off.

I did; and there, on the bed, was a zipped-up pair of barely-there shorts, a yellow thong, and an old dress shirt wrinkled in the front from being tied in a knot for months on end. Next to them all was a very nude Salamandy with very wet hair.




4-4-4 Nobody at the Bar



My jaw went ahead and fell to the floor of its own accord like I had never seen a naked woman in my life. Months without a woman, months sleeping platonically with the same woman, months being around only one woman. And not just that, too. Months of not jacking off every night because I never have a piece of privacy. Months of a woman who must long for an orgasm, being used to having them from men, and holding herself back. Months of sweating side-by-side, each day wondering if that was just the next day of the rest of our lives, and would we be together like that for years, and do we couple for the sake of having someone to be with despite supposedly hating each other?

So you can imagine what I was going through.

How silly do I look, standing, staring? Pretty darn silly, let me tell you. But this girl who was as mean as any, she looked at me with such compassion, like one of two virgins in the room that had as much of an idea of what to do next as the other person in the room. "Come here, Gains," she said.

Over here I come, believe you me. One step, a second, and I was within her reach. "Help me with my hair?"

I sat down on the bed next to her, and she handed her brush over and turned her back to me. I began brushing the long, smooth locks of eponymous hair. She always kept it neat and shining long after we ran out of soap to wash anything in. She sighed and leaned back into me, making me readjust her hair to her front side, where I continued to groom it between her breasts.

It took some doing, but I kept my hands where they belonged while I brushed her hair long after it was perfect. I couldn't bear to have her moist back parted from mine, to lose the heat from her body. The world isn't a perfect place, which makes perfect moments like these unimaginable. And sometimes they get even better. She began to sing to me.

It wasn't a song I recognized, and she wasn't exorcizing any particular depth of talent, but it soothed me to my soul, and her voice had a lush richness to it. She loved each melancholy word in whatever language she had chosen to serenade me with as though the words were setting her free from this forest prison, taking her to a higher plane where all was at peace and beauty.

With her head on my shoulder, she finished her song, and she opened her eyes, shining of pure gold, and looked longingly at me. Oh, how I used to hate that look, like every other girl who couldn't control her budding affections. Now, now is different. Somehow I had gained this woman's trust. My name ain't "Gains" for nothing, I suppose.

So like I said, she was giving me that look. Oh, how I had longed for that look, how I had dreamed of it and what I would do if I ever saw it. Too many options, actually. Makes a person stop and stare.

"Well?" she whispered, "What are you waiting for?"

I couldn't help myself but smile down on her. "Not waiting, memorizing. I'll never forget this."

My hands had settled on her stomach at some point during her song so I could be still and listen. Her hands covered mine, and still we stared together. But enough can be enough; there are things to do in a day, and we'd probably be missed soon if I didn't hurry. Blame it on my brain, but if nothing else, logic got me going.

I leaned in, and her eyes closed and her lips pursed like she was expecting me. Mine closed just before my lips made contact with hers, and at that moment I was feeling her body rather than seeing it, aware of her heartbeat, of her moisture, of her heat, of her passion. I could feel her skin tingling, her heart racing.

I kissed her more deeply and cupped her breasts, but she shook her head. "We don't have much time," she claimed, and she brought one of my hands down between her legs, which had been kept smooth with the use of a straight razor that had been a gift to me by, oddly enough, her brother Sam.

"I want to enjoy this moment," I insisted, continuing the kiss. I wanted to weigh her breasts, take time to tease them, perhaps make a few purple marks on her neck that she'd see the next morning when she checked herself out in her pocket mirror.   "At least show me my birthday present," she whined. Her what? Oh; her hands were working at my shorts. The weather was turning down with the season; we were squeezing all the mileage we could out of our shorts before the looming doom of winter overtook us. I wore mine as little as possible since being around this beautiful creature inspired great hardness on my part and they did little to hide it. Come to think of it, it was the same for her, only she never hid her nipples with anything more than my old white shirt most of the time. A white shirt that often got water on it and was growing thinner by the day. Hmm.

She pulled my cock out of my shorts as I sank my finger into her pussy, wet and wanting. Her nipples seemed achingly hard. She was pleading me with her kisses; we were both impatiently moving faster. I had her turn over so we could kiss face-to-face, but she sunk down at once to suck on me.

"Holy shit," I exclaimed in about eight seconds. Either she was really good, or I simply hadn't had any for too long. She moved quite quickly on my cock, more like hungering one after all this time. I savored each moment of having a warm mouth envelop me again, but it was too much. "Stop, stop..."

"What's wrong?" she asked with a pang. She had been enjoying herself quite a bit.

"Umm... there's a lot stored up in me; with all modesty, I don't want you to drown. Lean back." I took over the pleasure by tasting her pussy for the first time. Shame we hadn't gotten around to it that one time at that one party or a million chances before or after, but somehow this was better. She seemed sweeter than a woman should be, eating nothing but natural fruits and meats for months on end.

She, like I, got worked up fast, and like her, I was licking her up into a frenzy before I knew what I was doing. But dammit, I hadn't had that taste in so long, I didn't want to stop. I knew then how she felt. "Okay, okay, enough," she panted. "Tonight, alright?"

I kissed her again, now on top of her, which was a very dangerous place to be in. It was supposed to be just for the moment, but her hand was encircling my cock and my fingers were working themselves in her pussy as we kissed, making us mad with our curse of control. We were working each other up furiously as though it was ourselves we were masturbating, trying desperately to end our half-year abstinence.

We pulled our hands away at the same time, but that left our genitals dangerously unprotected. I was sliding my cock along her stomach, and she was pushing her hips up into me, bringing her pussy up to wet my cock. She moaned as her clit made contact; she clutched onto my ass to grind us hard together, and damn if I didn't nearly squeeze her breasts off.

It happened so naturally, so innocently. There we were, kissing up a storm like two virgins naked in their parents' bed, and with just the right move here or there, her hips were just a little bit higher, mine a little bit farther back, and with one movement, I was sinking into her pussy.

I could go on and on about how good it felt to be inside a woman again, but it was nothing like that. I was having quick, shameless sex, and I was enjoying it. Sure, having gone without for a while made me more sensitive to it, and it's been a long time since I've worked up such an attraction to one girl to ultimately nail her in a big comfy bed. She was doing just as well as I was, creaming away and squeezing on my thrusting cock, thrusting her hips back at me, squeezing her eyes tight to let her fantasy take her over.

I kissed her naked skin as I fucked her, and she clawed my back. Then she was biting my shoulder and clamping her thighs around my sides. I was thrusting faster and faster, leaving behind the long-slow strokes in favor of maximizing my pleasure. I could hear her squealing. I gripped her shoulders and grunted, but she only bit harder. Then I came. Oh god, did I ever come. Great torrents, shall we say? All of it spewing out, and I'm a firm believer that if you don't use it, it stays in there, waiting for when you do. I felt it filling up inside her, getting her crazy wet and taking up all the room in her pussy.

She was motionless, and then so was I. We shared a good lie-in for a moment, but a job was a job. I got up, she got up after me, and we reached for our clothes.

I was back in my pants and shirt before I turned around, and there she was, standing there in my open shirt and unzipped shorts. I grabbed her by the shoulders. I kissed her furiously. I molested her. One hand under the shirt she had stolen from me, one slid down under her shorts. She was kissing me in return without hesitating, and without I knew what I was up to I had pushed the shirt back off her shoulders, pushed her back onto the bed, and pulled her shorts off her long legs.

I dove myself right back into that pussy. I didn't care that I could taste my own cum; not like having an aversion to it helps matters many. She just tasted wet to me, which made me eat her harder. She was moaning and writhing away without sign of holding me back like before, then her thighs were gripping my head, she had me by the hair, and she took a great bite of pillow to prevent herself screaming out as she came hard, thrusting her hips up into my face. It must've taken about two minutes.

Figuring there wasn't any time to waste, I kept on wasting time. No chance was I giving up this pussy, so I kept on eating her out, and she kept on swearing at me, kept goading me into licking her harder, making her come more. And she came again, and again and again, and finally I jabbed some fingers up into her to play with all the secret spots hidden inside a woman. Again she came, only this time she shoved me away, claiming she couldn't take another bite.

So I climbed up onto the bed with her and shoved my cock in her face. Unlike before, this time she licked it and kissed it like that's what it was there for, hardly sucking on it at all. Spent more time sucking my thighs or my balls, really. She kissed my stomach, too. Actually, I was wondering when she finally was going to suck on it.

I had to grab her by the ears and force my cock into her mouth, and the little skut looked up at me with big innocent eyes, which only made me thrust hard, and suck she did. It took me about eight minutes to get off, but she was patient, constantly trying to suck my balls instead, constantly making me want my cock in her mouth.

She drank my cum down and collapsed onto the bed. "I needed that," she sighed.

"Ditto. Smoke? Wait, nevermind. Hot bath?"

"Did that. Cock."

"You said you was tired."

"Give me 'till tonight."

"Deal."

We got dressed again. When we were back outside wrangling the rascals (who hadn't gotten up to anything interesting at all in our absence), I noticed Sally had a conspicuous drizzle leaking down her leg. Oh well.

Trick was, there wasn't much to do once we got ourselves out the bed and outdoors. The kids were rather sore from playing (and rather burned out from thinking; this round had been played with several complicated mathematical sequences which had to be figured out before moving a player forward on the strategic playing field) and went about sitting inside for warmth and recreating themselves in a more calm manner before dinner; they usually read what books we brought with us or whatever.

Sally looked at me with a shrug and a smile. I recognized in there a look that belied her mutual desire to mine to run back where we were hiding, but we had chores to do. Dinner to serve, hands to clean, all that. But first, she pulled me around the corner. "We're gonna disappear for a minute, yeah?" she shouted to the junior tremoultuoustists-at-large.

"Just came back for a quick check is it?" one shouted back. "We'll be fine; you guys go have your romantic evening."

I made to appear rather bashful, but Salamandy just struck him down with a look and a sharp word that made him return to his business. "You okay, Gains?" she asked of me once we got around to the front of the lodge. We tended to avoid that place and its road and the that brought us here, another taboo that had been avoided.

I gave her a look, as one is wont to do when asked such a thing after such an experience. "Why wouldn't I be? That was..."

"It was, wasn't it?" Now it was her turn to blush. I have to say, I like that shade on her. "Derrick, I... mmmfg!"

When I heard her say my first name for the first time, I just had to kiss her. Like maybe what we had done was only a one-time thing, but you don't understand. It's been "Gains this," "Gains that," for the past half year or more. And all the kids called me "Sensei" in some joke I never got in on. To finally hear my first name, and from her lips, after all this time, it spoke of a certain sensuality between us that I just had to take advantage of.

She accepted my kiss and returned it. It was a soothing feeling, as though I'd be able to kiss her whenever I wanted. Kind of like having a girlfriend, even if that girlfriend fit the bill for the fabled "last woman on Earth", who seemed to epitomize the one woman the man in question wanted least to be around.. And for once, I didn't feel like I was cheating on anybody. Not my "girlfriend" Cindy, not her twin Sara, not my sister Becky, and not my landlady Reoren. Sally and I, we were Sally and Gains, simply the fact of the matter. No, we were Mandy and Derrick.

What I'm trying to say here is that it's this point in time that I felt something of a turnaround in my life because of the most unlikely of women. It brings quite a big smile to my face, and she saw it.

"Fine, grin all you want," she giggled from the kiss, "but I saw you looking morose earlier."

I held her by the hands because I wanted to, and she accepted that too. "Maybe once in a while the reality of the situation is..."

"Reality, nothing," she scoffed. "You love it here. It bugs me, actually. I can't figure out who would actually choose this of all places to..."

"I didn't choose it," I insisted. "And who says I love it here?"

"Look at you! You've been smiling since you got here. You and I didn't see too much of each other back in the day, but you didn't smile as much in the whole time as you do in one day here."

"Okay, I admit that being around these kids is rather uplifting. They don't complain and they're good about doing what needs to be done. And you, you've been miraculous." She blushed yet again. "If it wasn't for you..."

"Me? I was trained for survival, but so were all of them. You're the one that brings a smile to their faces. You bring a smile to my face."

I could tell right away that she had said more than she meant to. She averted her eyes, but I drew her face back to me. She kissed me, and all those little fluttery butterflies that go off in your stomach on your first kiss came fluttering back to life to make me feel all silly. Funny, I thought they'd all died when my first girlfriend finished with me.

"I know about your sister."

"Oh hell, not that again." What was over was over. "I don't want you to worry about it, okay? If you think you did wrong, then apologize to whatever higher power you report to, but just come back here after you do, okay? You've done no wrong by me and I'm not the best person there is myself."

"Pull your chatter off before it gets you into trouble, Gains. I mean about you and your sister at the party, about the rape case."

"Oh, that." I pulled myself free from her hand and sat on one of those logs by the road that people put by roads so a person can sit on them while waiting for whatever there is travels down roads like that. Sally came after me and took the next foot of log, grabbing my hand back up.

"You still think about it, don't you?"

"Why should I?" I answered as briefly as I could. "It's over now."

"Why should you? Because it was traumatizing enough to send you running out of the damn country is why. I think you care about her, but she... what? Spurned you? She's afraid of you? What's going on between you two?"

"What's supposed to go on between us? We're brother and sister." Why was I snapping at her? Because I was afraid of something, probably.

"Like everyone in Rotterdale doesn't know you wanted to get in her pants. My brother's been in mine; it's not that big a deal." She turned my face to hers to look into my eyes. "What bothers me is that you seem to care about her. You do, don't you?"

"She wouldn't even talk to me," I said in a half-sob. "Even two weeks later until it was time for us to go, she wouldn't talk to me, even to tell me she was alright."

I don't know how she did it, but she got me to break down, to cry about my sister. So much for telling myself I was over it, neh? Facts were, for those of you who read ahead, Becky had chosen to set the record for most frat boys fucked fasted in the history of the United States. We couldn't have been at that party for more than three hours, and it was slotted to go three days long. But she was upstairs in a flash, running through them two-by-two. Me, I suppose I overreacted when I saw her lying there at the end of a very long, very male, line.

It hurt me, yeah. Not like I thought my sister was in danger; no, that was only towards the end when some guy tried to turn a two-by-two line into three-by-three. I wasn't hurt because my sister liked sex as much as me, and it didn't have anything to do with me having a crush on her or wanting her to myself. What I realized after stupid Mandy badgered me to death was that she cared for her body so little, cared for love so little, that she'd give herself to anyone and everyone who had the patience to wait in line rather than someone like me who would be good for her heart as well as her body.

"Maybe it never occurred to her that you'd think she wasn't. Maybe she was mad at you for butting into her business."

"She was being...!" I stopped myself before I said too much, but it was just what she'd been waiting for.

"Are you so sure?"

"What are you accusing her of?"

"Of liking sex, Gains. That's her name too, isn't it? 'Gains'? I hear they're rather prolific in bed, the Gainses. Or are you the only one in the family that's allowed to get strange?"

"What does that even mean, 'get strange'?"

"It's a... nevermind. I just thought maybe you'd want to talk about it after all this time. Like maybe I was worth talking to about your personal life."

Now that was hitting below the belt. I oughta...

"Guys, when're you making dinner?" The rascal put in charge of finding us wouldn't leave us alone, and we had to leave our whatever-it-was unfinished that we could go keep these brats alive. Hmm... "Brats at a Bar". Sounds catchy, except for the obvious flaw.

It made me wonder about home for the first time in a long time, seriously wonder. About Jill, really. Jill and the bar. Reoren, I missed her, but she had a pretty sensible head around her; she'd make it fine without me. And then there were my fellow droogs. How many hours had we wasted away in that bar? Now they never even went.

Or did they? They had started to thin out once I started working there and all our sisters seemed to steal their seats. I knew Becky never liked the place, only showing up to get on my nerves, and Sadie had too much cheerleader practice to be hanging out there. That left Salamandy, who was here with me. So naturally I wondered about Jill, who I imagined began to wonder why all of a sudden there was nobody at the bar.

**************

Like we always do, we got everybody fed off whatever meat and vine-ripe goodies there were around. Always food to be found no matter where you are, just depends on your training and experience. Salamandy had a hunting license as part of her terms for graduating from the Garden, and the rest of the kids we brought with us were eleven and twelve, darn close to graduating themselves. And don't forget the delicious bounty of water that was all we had to drink.




4-4-4 Nobody at the Bar



Then it was the last half-hour of daylight getting the children washed (operative word; we did what we could without soap) and put in bed since we didn't have any artificial light other than what moonlight told. The watches they all had made lights of their own and charged on solar power, but the part of the country we were in didn't allow such sophisticated electronics to function.

That done and everyone else in bed, it was just Sally and me in our own bed. Her brushing her hair on one side, me fiddling with my clothes or whatever on my own side. It was depressing, really.

Salamandy spoke up just as the last light of autumn left us. "I'm sorry for bringing up that shit about your sister, Gains. I thought maybe if the one day I asked you about her was my birthday, I could get you to still talk to me later. Goodnight."

She got into bed, and so did I. For months we've been sleeping like this, never more than a foot apart, but never touching. I never went for sleeping with women, but to go so long without having touched one, it was madness. The closest we had ever gotten was on the ride over when we first got here when she fell asleep almost in my lap.

And now I'd gone and hurt her, just like I did to Becky, just like I left Reo just when she was opening up to me, and she strikes me being someone doesn't open up to people, savvy? Fuck that shit.

I reached out to her for the first time that we shared a bed, touched her right on her shoulder. Like the changing of a channel, she backed into me so that her body fit perfectly against mine. I don't know what it was that passed between us at that moment, but that's how it was, and we both knew it.

"That bath was the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me."

"Think nothing of it."

"No, Derrick, I think everything of it." She turned over and kissed me. And the rest, my audience, the rest is none of your damn business.

**************

We were rescued two days later. I don't want to talk about it because it depresses me, but I was cheered up a little when I saw the look on Salamandy's face when she discovered she'd be returning to civilization, hot water, and electric razors. I had hoped she would have grown to prefer the rugged lifestyle like I had, but I liked seeing her happy. I'd especially like seeing that body fill back in when she gets a regular supply of meat on her bones and in her rack again.

The other thing that made our return digestible was that the month we were in turned out to be December. I thought I had lost count of the days when I drew Sally's bath on the first, but it turned out to be accurate. I'm looking forward to the decorations and such, you see. Can't wait to go home and spend Christmas at the bar, checking out all the snow bunnies in their outfits and Santa hats.

Sorry about the stupid titles of my life, by the way. A lot of other shit happens in my life, but maybe it makes life easier, you guys knowing there's a common theme built around my life, that being the bar I frequent. If you want an alternative title to work with, call this one "Derrick Falls in Love." I would've ended things here, except I want to tell you about the awesome Christmas I had. Then it's goodnight world, Derrick Gains is tired.