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Motherfucker's Curse - Chapter One

 

"Ah! Fuck! Fuck my asshole! Fucker! Fuck me! Fuck my ass!"

Dad had my girlfriend tied face down to the king-sized bed with a pillow bunched up under her hips and tummy. He knelt behind her, drilling Wendy's butt with his cock while she screamed obscenities. My mom sat in a chair, one of those fancy antique ones, with her legs spread wide and her knees hooked over the arms. She had a long, thin dildo, a purple one, and Mom fucked herself with it slowly while her other hand played with her swollen nipples.

I stood in the doorway feeling an odd sense of déjà vu and I won't lie. My cock stiffened in my pants. Wendy looked wild, like a beautiful untamed animal as her lithe body jerked against the neckties holding her spread eagle by the wrists and ankles. Her raven hair whipped through the sultry air and her pink flesh gleamed with sweat and pure arousal. I could smell her like a bitch in heat and the excitement in her voice quickened my heart and shortened my breath.

And Mom, perfectly blonde and so completely calm as she pleasured herself. The contrast between them continued as it did in everything else. They were like fire and ice, my girlfriend and my mother, and yet so alike I often had trouble separating them in my heart. I loved them both and I wanted neither. That's the paradox that dominated everything else in my small world. She looked so serene, my mom, so immaculate in her beauty. I worshipped her like a goddess and it took every ounce of will power I possessed not to announce myself and seek her attention and approval.

But it was my father I'd come looking for; the man who had given me incestuous life in his sister's womb and then, sixteen years later, taken it away for all intents and purposes. I sometimes hated him for what he'd done, for the cruel joke he'd played on me. I felt cursed and I'd almost escaped. I'd known freedom in my heart and felt it under my hands in the form of a girl I could love and trust and believe in. She'd given me something precious that my mother could never offer; a gift that Wendy would never understand. Ginny had given me faith and somehow, before I'd even been born, my father had taken it away from me. He'd planted the seed of my despair in the womb of another woman, and that too seemed a cruel and unnecessary paradox as I slipped away unseen.

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Her dad left the house first at precisely 6:11am, I noted mentally, pretending to be a private investigator just because I felt so completely bored. Half an hour later, at 6:46am, I watched Ginny's mother leave. She got in her minivan and then remembered something and had to run back into the house. By 6:50am she was gone and I stopped fooling around and started my car, driving thirty yards and pulling into Ginny's driveway.

"Jimmy?"

"Hi." I smiled nervously as I stood at the kitchen door and for second there I wasn't sure Ginny would let me in.

"My mom just left," she said. "Come in. What happened to you?"

"Huh?" I stepped into the warm kitchen and it smelled like coffee and cinnamon.

"You look kinda…rumpled." Ginny looked me up and down and she was right.

"I slept in my car," I said, hoping that didn't sound too weird. "You look great."

"I slept in my bed," she teased me and the girl hadn't dressed for school yet.

I'd caught her coming out of the shower and she wore a large bathrobe, a blue one that probably belonged to her step-dad. Her hair was wet and not really combed and her skin damp and pink from the hot water. She smelled like soap, nothing more special than that, but yeah…Ginny looked pretty great to me.

"Do you want to use the bathroom?" she asked, making it sound like I should and I nodded.

Mostly I wanted to talk to her about what had happened the day before. How we'd fallen in love, made love, and then learned the awful truth that we shared the same father. I didn't bring any of that up though, I didn't know how, and neither did Ginny. At least, not directly.

"Why did you sleep in your car?"

"I dunno." I shrugged, following her up the stairs. "I didn't want to stay at my house. Didn't have anyplace else to go, I guess."

"Oh." She opened a skinny closet near the bathroom door. "Here's a towel. Are you hungry? I can make you something, um…"

"Thanks," I said and my hand touched hers as I took the towel and I honestly didn't know what I felt. My gut hurt and my heart felt...confused.

"Are you really my brother?" Ginny asked softly, blinking her hazel eyes rapidly and I hadn't realized she'd been crying.

"I don't know," I whispered. "My dad was kinda…busy. I didn't talk to him."

"My mom showed me pictures."

"What pictures?"

"In her yearbook." Ginny swallowed hard and wiped her eyes on the sleeve of her bathrobe. "From high school. They went to school together."

"They should have told us."

"Yeah." She nodded. "I'll make something, um…breakfast. You must be hungry."

She turned around quickly and probably Ginny just wanted to really cry. She'd been trying to keep it inside and I wanted to grab her and hug her. I wanted to kiss her and tell her it would all be fine. Everything would be okay, but I couldn't. That would be a lie and I'd promised her I wouldn't do that. And maybe she wouldn't want me to, that's what really scared me. What if she never wanted me to touch her again?

"Christ." I looked like hell.

My left eye was black after hockey tryouts the day before. My hair looked greasy and stringy and all over the place. I hadn't slept but a couple hours all night, sitting in my stupid car and feeling miserable. Having bad dreams every time I did fall asleep. My clothes were okay since it's kinda hard to wrinkle jeans and a sweatshirt, but the boy underneath them looked pretty used up.

I took a shower and put my clothes back on. I wanted to brush my teeth, but I wasn't gonna use someone else's toothbrush, so I stole a swig of mouthwash and swished it around. Combed my hair and looked at my watch. That hadn't taken long and I wanted to talk to Ginny. I wanted to know what I felt for her because I didn't know. My emotions were in limbo, like my life had been put on hold until I figured this out, but I knew that no matter what happened, I wouldn't like it.

If I couldn't love her the way I had the day before, if I couldn't hold Ginny and kiss her and make love to her? It would hurt too much. And if I could somehow ignore the fact that she was my sister and cover her body with mine, press my cock inside her womb and join her completely…That would be worse. I'd be no different than my father and spend the rest of my life ignoring the truth and living a lie. And Ginny. I had to think of her first. Her feelings were more important than mine and seeing her cry because of me was wrong.

I had to leave and I couldn't even say goodbye to her.

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"Hey! You need a ride?" I forced myself to smile as I leaned across the passenger seat.

"Yeah!" Kyle smiled back at me and I'd barely caught him waiting for his bus; I could see it coming in my rearview mirror.

He looked normal, meaning Kyle dressed like a boy and wore no makeup or anything. He was still pretty though and didn't say anything at first. He just smiled and sat in the passanger seat, waiting for me to explain why I'd want to give him a ride to school, except…

"Uh…This isn't the way to school." He giggled and that sound always made me smile.

"Is anybody home at your house?"

"No."

"Okay."

"Why?" he asked reasonably, brushing some brown hair out of his doe eyes and he looked like Kylie in boy clothes. Small and pretty, and even sexy with his impish smile, the boy confused me completely sometimes.

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"You're the only one I can talk to," I told her seriously, sitting on Kylie's lavender bed and leaning against the wall.

Kyle had changed quickly as soon as we were inside his house…her house, I mean, because Kyle didn't live there anymore. He'd disappeared with a giggle into his parents' bedroom and emerged ten minutes later wearing one of those baby-doll nightie things. It looked like satin or something, sheer pink with white lace around the bottom and the sleeves and all that. The front had a bow to keep it closed and hide Kylie's flat tits and from there it fell to mid-thigh and I could see her panties through the gauze.

She knew it too and kept smiling at me, posing the way a girl does and teasing me. Her brown eyes twinkled and Kylie had a pouting smile because her mouth was small and her lips kind of bee-stung, and curling brown hair just reaching her slender shoulders. She probably figured I'd come over so we could skip school and fool around and do fag stuff, but I had to disappoint her. I only wanted someone to talk to and by some strange twist of fate the only person I could trust was Kylie.

"What do you mean?" she wondered, joining me with her back against the headboard.

"I have to talk to someone," I sighed. "I don't know. I'm just…You know almost everything about me anyway and I know about you, so…"

"So you think you can trust me because I'm a fag?" She rolled her eyes.

"I didn't mean to call you that," I said. "I told you I was sorry, remember?"

"Yeah." She giggled. "I know. I'm just teasing."

"Teasing?" I smiled and shook my head. "You're as bad as Wendy."

"She taught me everything I know." Kylie shrugged and I couldn't tell if she was serious or not.

"So she's like your best friend now?"

"Kinda." she said. "Wendy's been really nice to me. They all have."

"Who?"

"Lisa and Amy," Kylie said, pulling a pillow to her tummy and hugging it with her legs straight and almost touching mine. "I'm a lot happier now and after I get my surgery…"

"What surgery?" I blinked at her. "You're gonna cut off your dick?"

"No! God!" Kylie laughed. "I'm not ready for that yet!"

"Good." I laughed too, and for a second there I'd felt my balls trying to climb into my gut.

"I'm gonna get some boobs next June," Kylie explained. "After school gets out? We're going up to Montreal for a little vacation and there's a clinic that'll do it as long as my parents say it's okay."

"Oh." I nodded, but I didn't really want to think about that kind of surgery either. I'd watched some plastic surgeon guys on the Discovery Channel once and it looked pretty gross.

"I'm gonna have some nice B-cups," she decided, letting go of the pillow and cupping her flat chest. "Not too big or anything, you know. My size. It'll be nice, right?"

"Yeah," I agreed. "You're gonna be a little hottie, huh?"

"Heh!" Kylie stuck her tongue out at me and I felt my cock starting to wake-up. She'd look awesome with some nice firm tits, no doubt about that.

"What about school though?"

"What about it?" she asked, cocking her head to one side.

"I mean, next year it might be a little weird if you've got boobs."

"Well, I'll be a girl, Jimmy!" Kylie said, like it should have been obvious, even to a dope like me. "After this year, I'll never have to be a boy again."

"Really?"

"Uh-huh!" She giggled again. "Maybe I'll be a cheerleader. What do you think?"

"I think you have to be a little taller for that," I teased her and Kylie made a face at me.

"Wendy said she'd help me," she said with a shrug. "I don't know. I'll just be happy I don't have to pretend anymore, you know?"

"So this, um…" I sorta gestured at her nightie. "It isn't pretend?"

"Of course not," she said. "I haven't been a boy since I was old enough to know the difference."

"Oh." I thought about that. "So like that time we went camping and we slept in the same sleeping bag…"

"In our underwear?" Kylie grinned at me. It had been a small sleeping bag. 

"Yeah," I said, feeling my face growing warm. "You were like a girl then?"

"Inside," she said. "I kissed you when you were sleeping, too."

"What?" I stared at her.

"I'm kidding! God!" Kylie giggled and waved a delicate hand at me. "You're too easy."

"I'm just…" I sighed. "Everything is so weird right now."

"Yeah," she agreed. "It is weird, isn't it? My dad won't even look at me hardly."

"That sucks."

"My mom's okay with it though," Kylie said with a smile. "And the twins don't care. They think it's cool they've got a big sister and I've got friends, so…That just leaves us."

"Us?"

"You and me." She nodded. "I think we're supposed to be together."

"Ummm…" I swallowed hard.

"Like fate," Kylie said with a smile, and she wiggled her pink toes at me. "Don't you feel it sometimes?"

"I'm not sure," I replied slowly.

"I do," she sighed, looking at me through her brown bangs and biting her bottom lip. "That's why you're here right now."

"Why?"

"Fate," Kylie said. "Everything happens for a reason, you know. It isn't just random chance."

"I don't know." I laughed lightly. "It seems pretty random to me sometimes."

"That's just because you don't understand it," she told me. "Everything seems random until you can see the pattern."

"That sounds weird."

"It's true though!" She smiled. "Things happen and it feels like you don't have any choice, but you do."

"I don't know, Kylie," I sighed. "It seems like everyone else is making my choices for me."

"Like what?"

"Like…I dunno," I said, wondering how much I could really trust her. If Kylie was Wendy's best friend now…

"You can trust me, Jimmy," she said as if reading my mind. "I'm still your friend, you know."

"Yeah, but…" I shook my head and my reluctance had to be obvious.

"Is it about Wendy?"

"Kinda, but…not really," I said. "I mean, she kinda knows, but…It's complicated."

"Hmmm…" Kylie frowned. "Maybe you just need to relax a little."

"Relax?" I rolled my eyes at that idea. "I need a big asteroid to hit the earth, that's what I need."

"That bad, huh?"

"Yeah," I sighed.

"Okay then…lie down," Kylie told me, scooting her butt off the bed. "Face down. I know what you need."

"What do I need?" I asked with a suspicious grin.

"Just lie down and I'll show you," she said. "But, um…take off your clothes first."

"What?"

"You have to get naked or it won't work."

"I'm not gonna take off my clothes!" I laughed at her.

"Why?" Kyle wondered with a smile. "Because I'm a girl? Or because you're scared of fags?"

"I'm not scared, I'm just…not gay."

"Do I look gay to you?" she asked, and I rolled my eyes, knowing she was mocking me.

Kylie had her hands on her narrow hips, pushing them one way with her slender shoulders tilted in the other direction. Her legs were smooth and her arms were graceful, her face so amazingly pretty. She didn't look gay at all, but only because she didn't look anything like a boy. I knew the truth though and I wished I didn't. I probably could have fallen in love with Kylie so easily. I mean, we were already friends and that's half the battle, right?

"No," I admitted with a sigh, kind of a wistful one because...Well, just because mostly.

"So? Take off your clothes!" she said with another precious giggle, and I didn't know why, but I started pulling my sweatshirt over my head.

"You're not gonna try and, um…stick anything in my butt," I asked slowly. "Are you?"

"Maybe my finger," Kylie replied with a grin, watching as I pushed my jeans down my legs.

"What?"

"No wonder Wendy likes you so much."

"Why?" I felt pretty confused and just wished Kylie would explain what we were doing.

"You're so gullible!" She laughed. "You're like a completely different person around girls, you know that?"

"I am?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "You're a lot nicer, Jimmy."

"Nicer?" I had no idea what that meant. "I'm nice all the time."

"Nah." Kylie scrunched up her nose. "You're kind of a jerk when you're with your friends."

"Really?"

"Take off your boxers too," she told me, although I didn't want to because my cock was hard as a rock. "Not in a bad way though, just…you know, you act like one of the guys."

"I am one of the guys!" I retorted.

"That's what I mean…Oh!" Kylie smiled at my cock as it sorta sprang upward and slapped my bare stomach.

"Sorry," I said without knowing why, but I felt my face burn with embarrassment.

"I've seen it before," she reminded me with a happy smirk. "Lie down now."

"And this is gonna help?" I laughed nervously. "You'd better not try anything weird."

"Relax," Kylie sighed, pushing on my shoulders with her small hands. "I'm not into the boy thing."

"The boy thing?"

"You know…fucking?" she said with a smile. "I'm totally into the girl thing."

"What's that?"

"Getting fucked!" She rolled her eyes. "Duh!"

"Oh." I shook my head and all I knew was that if Kylie decided to try the boy thing and stick her dick in my butt? I'd probably hit her. How did we end up like this anyway?

"I just haven't done it very much, so..."

"Really?" I asked, wondering how many times she'd had sex. I didn't want to ask though, since that would be kinda rude, but she told me anyway.

"Yeah, I'm still a virgin," she sighed theatrically, giving me a grin like she really wanted to fix that situation!

"Okay." I nodded, not knowing what else to say and she was pushing me down anyway.

"There…See?" Kylie whispered as I got comfortable on my stomach, stretched out on her bed with my cock trapped beneath me and my bare naked butt in the air.

"Uh…What are you doing?" I wondered, looking over my shoulder as she straddled my thighs with her knees.

"I'm gonna give you a massage," Kyle answered. "I like to use baby powder."

"Okay." I sorta shrugged. "You coulda just told me that in the beginning."

"I wanted to see if you'd get naked for me." She giggled, sprinkling baby powder over my back and I smelled lilacs.

"Mmmm…" I groaned softly as Kylie started massaging my back and even though she was small and couldn't be very strong or anything, it felt really great.

"You like that?" she asked softly, pressing her palms on either side of my spine and pushing them upward. "You're really tense, just relax…Tell me what's wrong."

"Ohhhh…Yeah, um…" I breathed, having almost forgotten why I was in her bedroom in the first place.

"Start with everything."

"Huh?" I lifted my head and Kylie frowned.

"Keep your head down" she chided me. "You said I know almost everything, so…Start with what I don't know."

"That feels really good," I sighed, wondering if I could really tell Kylie everything or not.

"I already know that!" She snorted. "Tell me something else."

"You can't tell Wendy, okay?"

"I won't."

"Promise?"

"Did I ever tell anybody about the fire?"

"That was an accident!"

"You burned a tree down!" Kylie giggled. "Old man Peterson called the cops, remember?"

"You were there too."

"And I didn't tell anybody anything," she reminded me. "It's still a mystery, Shaggy."

"Yeah," I laughed too. "It was pretty cool though."

I'd been twelve and wanted to blow up some old spray paint cans, like two dozen of them that I'd swiped from the garage. I hadn't realized they'd make those huge fireballs though and looking back on it, I never should have built the fire beneath a tree. I'd never been so scared in my life either and the only person who knew I'd done it was Kyle. He'd never said a word to anybody, even when the cops knocked on his door looking for the juvenile delinquent responsible.

"I get your point." I shrugged. Kyle could keep a secret; I just hoped Kylie could as well. "Did Wendy ever say anything about my parents?"

"Not really," she replied, squeezing my shoulders and sorta sitting on my butt. I could feel Kylie's ass wiggling against mine, like she was giving me a massage there too, and it felt kinda nice.

"Wendy and my dad, um…they do it."

"Do it?" Kylie stopped moving for a second. "You mean they have sex?"

"All the time." I nodded. "We're supposed to be sharing her. Kinda."

"Your dad's hot," she said. "I don't blame her…Sorry."

Kylie offered me an apologetic look as I turned my head to frown at her. She put more powder on my back and that stuff did feel nice. Her hands were dry and my skin felt smooth beneath her fingers. She'd pinch me with her fists and run her hands along my sides and down my spine. I especially liked it when she'd squeeze me near the small of my back and lean into me there, pushing her hands outward. Kylie really knew how to give a massage.

"That's pretty weird. Your mom's gonna kill him if she finds out."

"My mom knows," I sighed. "She had sex with Wendy too."

"What?" Kylie laughed.

"That's not the weird part though," I told her, looking over my shoulder. 

"What's the weird part?"

"I fucked my mom."

"Uhhh…" Kylie blinked at me and her face turned red before she looked away.

"Yeah," I sighed, dropping my head to the pillow. "She's like my girlfriend now."

"You mean…You fucked her more than once?"

"Oh yeah," I snorted. "We went on a date and got a hotel room."

"Oh."

"My dad paid for it."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"I just mean…" Kylie shrugged helplessly. "Okay. I believe you."

"Thanks," I said, a little more sarcastically than she deserved, and we were quiet for a few minutes.

"So…Your dad knows and your mom knows he knows and Wendy knows and everybody is doing it?" Kylie giggled. "Do you guys have like orgies and stuff?"

"Shut-up! It's serious," I said with a frown. "It isn't funny."

"I'm just wondering," she pouted. "And I thought my life was weird!"

"Your life is weird." I laughed, forgiving her and knowing Kylie didn't mean anything. She was just surprised, that's all, and probably shocked too.

"Yeah," she agreed with a smile, caressing my neck as she leaned over me. "See? I told you we belong together, Jimmy."

"Kylie…" I sighed as she lowered her body to my back.

I hadn't realized she'd taken off her nightie until I felt Kylie's bare skin against mine. She must have done it just then, pulled it over her head, and now she hugged me as I lay naked on my belly. Kylie stretched her body over mine and her feet rubbed my calves while she kissed my neck and hair, kissed my cheek with a soft sigh. She felt so good on top of me and I thought I should make her stop but I didn't. I just wanted to lay there and enjoy it.

"It's okay," she breathed, pushing her flat chest and pointy nipples across my back. "I'm just giving you a body massage, that's all."

"Is that what this is?" I smiled and my eyes were closed.

"It's how they do it in Bangkok." Kylie giggled softly into my ear. "Do you like it?"

"Ummm…yeah." I nodded, feeling the weight of her soft body covering mine.

She kept moving too, that's what felt best. Kylie wriggled gently, teasing me with her skin as she seemed to touch me everywhere. My cock hadn't gone soft at all and it throbbed with pleasure, trapped between my stomach and the bed beneath me. It was sexy, but different than just sex. I felt comfortable with Kylie for the first time since that day in the showers. Before I'd even met Kylie, I reminded myself. I liked being with her and I didn't feel like a fag or anything. I felt like had a pretty girl hugging me and kissing my cheek and urging me silently to turn my head and…

I kissed her.

Kylie's moist lips touched mine and I gave her my tongue, exploring the girl's mouth tentatively at first, lazily as if we were only dreaming. My heart ached and I hadn't forgotten about Ginny, not at all. If anything, I wanted her more than ever, but I couldn't have her and I knew it. She was my sister and Kylie kissed me so sweetly, her delicate tongue caressing mine and I'd never kiss Ginny like that again. I needed her, someone I could trust and love and hold like Kylie as she made love to my body with hers, joining me with my cock stretching her tender sex.

So hot inside, so tight, and we made love slowly while I held her in my arms. Ginny…no…Kylie pushed herself down on my erection, biting her lip and wincing as my cock forced its way inside her. The tiny mouth of her virgin sex surrendered with a sharp gasp and low moan of pleasure and I pulled chest to mine with only the swollen glans trapped inside her. Kylie kissed my chin and lips and I kissed her cheeks and eyes, feeling her shiver with a mix of pleasure and pain.

We'd rolled over somehow. I'm not sure when or even how it had happened, but we'd moved and I had my cock firmly planted between her creamy thighs. I wrapped my arms around Kylie's thin waist and held her tightly, covering Kylie's mouth as I pushed upward with my hips. My cock pressed slowly deeper, stretching her fragile sex relentlessly. I couldn't stop until I had all of her, every inch of her velvet sex clasped around my straining erection.

"Yessss…" Kylie hissed between clenched teeth and I tried to kiss away the pain, to sooth her with my mouth while my arms refused to let her escape.

She wasn't trying to get away though, not at all. Kylie fucked herself eagerly on my cock, grinding her hips and rolling her ass to make it easier, to make it better for both of us. I wouldn't have imagined she could take all of me, and it did take some delicious time, but soon enough Kyle had her hands on my chest while I held her hips and we were fucking. She'd bounce her ass on my pelvis and my cockhead would kiss something soft and sensitive. Kylie would gasp and jerk and grind her asshole around my cock like crazy and it must have been her prostate, like some sort of g-spot for fags...Except I wasn't fucking a fag; I was making love to Kylie.

And Jesus! She loved to fuck as much as my mom did and I could feel my orgasm rising quickly. I lifted my head off the pillow and stared as Kylie rode my cock, working herself up and down the shaft furiously now that she'd gotten used to it. She hadn't removed her pink panties either, but only pulled them aside far enough to get my cock inside her hungry hole and the pink nylon hid the rest of her. I wasn't sure if I should have been grateful for that or not because to tell the truth, I wouldn't have minded seeing all of her. 

Kylie looked so cute, so amazingly sexy impaled on my prick, and all I had to do was lay there and hold her hips, witness the joy on her flushed face and savor the incredible feeling of fucking her tight ass. She felt so hot, and wet as well, and I thought she must have used some sort of cream or something to prepare herself for me. Kylie felt so much better than Wendy that way. She felt much like Ginny and not just physically, but emotionally too. Kylie's presence filled me just as surely as my cock filled her.

"Ohhh…That's good right?" she asked me softly, panting the words in time with her motion. Up and down, riding my cock like a cowgirl as I pushed upward to meet her.

"Yeah," I whispered. "You feel good, Kylie…So good…"

"I wanna make you cum," she said, and her brown eyes were shining with pleasure.

"I'm gonna cum," I warned her. "Kylie…Ummm…I'm gonna…"

"Uh-huh! Oh!" she gasped as my cock began to jerk against the tender walls which held me so tightly. We could both feel my orgasm, but I'm sure it must have been something entirely different for Kylie.

For me it was that same wonderful explosion of raw pleasure I always felt. The euphoria flooded my senses and made me giddy, and I winced and smiled all at once as my balls were pulled into my gut with every rapid pulse of my cock. But the kissing was the best part and we did kiss. I held her tightly while we slowed down and world calmed and grew peaceful once again. I stroked her damp flesh and kissed her face and I loved her. I felt it, much as I had with Ginny, but this time I knew what it was.

Perhaps that was my real curse - falling in love with every girl I made love with. Or maybe everyone does that, but I didn't think so. I wasn't even sure if it might be a good thing or not, I only knew it had to be true. The sex was fun, but the sharing made it special. The giving and taking, I dunno. I can't explain it. Maybe I was just being a dope. Or maybe I just happened to be with someone that I cared about, a friend I'd known since childhood, and now we'd done something special and it wasn't a curse at all.

The only question I really had was whether or not I dared tell Kylie how I felt and if I did…What would she say?

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A little while later Kylie asked me, "What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing." I smiled behind closed eyes, feeling her curled up beside me on the bed.

"Me too," she sighed, kissing my chest and moving her leg over mine, rubbing my thigh with hers.

"I'm not gay," I said, regretting it immediately and Kylie giggled.

"I know."

"I mean…" I sighed. "I don't know what I mean."

"If I was a real girl," she said slowly. "What would you want to tell me?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, what would you say to me?"

"Ummm…" I shrugged and opened my eyes, blinking into hers.

"You want to say something," Kylie said with a smile. "I can tell, but you won't…Will you?"

"Do you know what it is?"

"Maybe."

She sucked on her bottom lip, looking cute and thoughtful and so completely breakable. I had to be careful, I thought, or I'd say something I didn't mean, or something I did mean, and I'd never get to take it back. Kylie wasn't like Wendy or my mom or even Ginny. She was different and I wanted to love her and I did love her and…I couldn't love her. She wasn't a girl.

"Then…" I smiled at her. "I don't have to say it, right?"

"Mmmm…" she pouted, sliding her hand up and down my stomach. "It doesn't count if you don't say it."

"I didn't get to finish my story," I said, just to change the subject, but this was probably a bad idea too.

"What story?" Kylie sighed unhappily, letting me know she didn't want to talk about anything else but us.

"The one about my mom and dad," I reminded her. "And Wendy."

"Oh," she sniffed. "That one. You mean there's more?"

"I didn't get to the bad part yet."

"I thought you did."

"No." I chuckled and stroked her back down to her butt and played with the waistband of her panties. "That was the weird part."

"Oh yeah." Kylie nodded. "Sorry."

"You don't really care, do you?" I asked her, kind of teasing, but serious as well.

"I care," she answered, giving me her sweeet brown eyes again. "I just wish you'd say it, that's all."

"I can't, Kylie. I'm just not...ready. I don't know."

"Yeah. Okay," she sighed. "What's the bad part?"

I hesitated as I realized what I was about to do. I couldn't tell Kylie I loved her, but I could cry on her shoulder about loving Ginny? Yeah. That seemed like a pretty bad idea. I love this other girl and popped her cherry, but it turns out she's my sister and now my heart's broken, even though I think I'm falling in love with you because we had sex and you're so totally awesome, but you're a fag and I'm not, so I can't admit it. 

Good thinking, Jimmy!

"Nothing," I whispered. "Except if you keep doing that you're gonna be in trouble."

"What?" She giggled. "You mean doing this?"

Kylie had wrapped her fingers around my semi-hard cock and she pumped me slowly with her fist. I'd been playing with her butt through her panties and as I looked into her shining eyes I knew we were going to make love again soon. It seemed inevitable somehow and maybe all her talk about choice and fate and our destiny to be together…I almost wanted to believe it.

"Maybe a little trouble is exactly what we need," Kylie whispered, just before I covered her mouth with mine.

 

        Chapter 2