It was probably only because of this fertile ground made from my deepest desires that the seed of hope dropped by the letter from my dad was able to plant itself. To anybody else, it would have sounded crazy. Even to me it sounded crazy… but not quite to the point of dismissal.
The letter had to do with my inheritance, not in terms of cash or other assets, but rather my genetic inheritance. This was nothing to do with a family history of illness, it had to do with a family legacy. The word my dad used, and maybe had coined, was ‘wereteen’.
Apparently, for a day or three around the full moon, men in our family, those not conceived under the influence of the full moon, would undergo a strange transformation. The letter said that once we turned thirty-eight, some switch was flicked and from the next lunar cycle we would turn into our younger selves, ending up looking approximately eighteen or nineteen. He said that that not only were we returned to our youth, but the best possible versions of our youth, as if all our lifetimes of physical exercise and healthy eating, but none of the indulgences, were crammed into that young body.
“What the fuck… bullshit…” I muttered quietly, but kept on reading.
Like any rational person, my first thought was to put it down to an eccentric old man’s weird sense of humour but then I remembered Tommy Jones. Back when I was still in school this kid named Tommy Jones from ‘the next town over’ (not sure if he ever said which town) started showing up at parties, hanging out with the coolest crowd, generally setting himself up as the alpha male of our school even though he didn’t go to our school.
He was only around for a few days here and there, but it was enough. He seemed to have access to a shitload of money and alcohol, had all the most expensive things, it all just seemed too easy for him.
The girls just flocked to him, when his visits coincided with a party he was practically swarmed with girls so wet that you couldn’t walk around in their wake for fear of slipping on the floor. Rumour had it that even Emily Romanov had been overheard saying he had fucked her in the ass.
At the time, such a thing was unthinkable, she was the kind of girl who made her boyfriends crawl across broken glass for a year before they got to feel her tit, outside of the shirt. Of course, the very next week when I had her on my birthday, I made sure to take her up the tradesman’s entrance for posterity.
After Tommy had reputedly fucked and impregnated his way through the crème of the crop in our school, he mysteriously stopped showing up. Paternity suits were useless… because nobody could find him.
I’d always thought this Tommy guy reminded me of a younger version of my dad, though I’d never actually spoken to him. Could it be possible?
I tried to think if Tommy’s appearances had ever coincided with the full moon, but who remembers that kind of shit? Had Tommy shown up exclusively when my dad was away on business trips? My dad had been away so often it was difficult to say.
“It can’t be true…” I said.
The letter recommended I clear my schedule around the next full moon and I was intrigued enough, just enough, to do as it said. Well fuck me if the old man wasn’t telling the truth.
I went to sleep one night in my hotel room, staying in the nearest big college town, and woke up feeling like superman. Thirty-eight is a far cry from having one foot in the grave, but it’s so easy to forget just how invincible you felt in your youth.
All the tiny aches and pains were gone, the accumulation of a lifetime of minor injuries. My fit and lean body was now a fit and muscular one, I had never achieved such incredible definition, you could have washed clothes on my stomach.
The best part of it all? I still had all my experience, all my knowledge, all my money. That night, after wandering the biggest college campus for a few hours trying to find out where the best parties were going to be, I introduced the world to Kodey Samuelson.
I already had the phone numbers of seven girls from my inquiries earlier in the day, and managed to catch up with three of them. One threesome and another girl’s anal virginity taken? That’s a win in anybody’s book.
I was in heaven, the next full moon was just as good. Much of my time in the lunar cycle off-season was spent talent-scouting. By the time I selected anywhere to bless with the presence of Kodey Samuelson, I already knew who the most sought-after girls were, the untouchable princesses.
They didn’t stand a chance. Once I got them alone, once their bodies started betraying them and they were all wet for me, they were mine. Oh sure, I’d start off all gentle and sweet, but by the end of it I made sure they knew their place and I’d leave them as cum-soaked messes and disappear off the face of the earth for a month, or forever if I was really done with them.
Condoms? Oh, sure. I was a phantom that didn’t really exist, why would I use a condom when I could feel that pristine pussy on my cock as I fucked them bareback?
I loved the look in their eyes when I filled them up with my seed. Sometimes, at this point, some of them had second thoughts and I had to hold them in place on my cock while I finished giving them my creamy load.
They were mine. All mine. I thought life couldn’t get any better until Yana’s eldest daughter, Lucy, turned eighteen.
I never told Yana how to raise her own daughters, but it had always seemed to me that she was hiding them away from the world. You could call it being a protective mother, but I thought she went too far and they weren’t getting all the life experience they’d need when they were finally out on their own.
Until they were eighteen, they weren’t allowed to go out in the evenings, or stay with their friends overnight where Yana couldn’t supervise them. They were blissfully naïve, and when Lucy came of age, I was happy for her that she was finally going to stay at a friend’s house.
Sure, she was apparently just staying home and watching movies with her friend from the gymnastics team, but it was a step in the right direction. I felt a twitch in my pants when I saw Lucy’s smile as she told us how much she was looking forward to the weekend.
All of Yana’s daughters looked very different from one another, except for the twins of course. The twins had dreams of being A-list Hollywood actresses like their dad, but I thought they’d probably end up being pornstars. They didn’t seem to have the capacity to remember too many lines, and they had that bleached blonde beach bunny look that had been in fashion since the industrial revolution as far as I knew.
Jennifer wanted to be a swimmer and compete in the world championships like her dad. I thought the closest she’d get would be a swimsuit model, she was just getting too top heavy for sports bras or swimsuits to contain.
Lucy, though she was the daughter of the male model, had no intentions of following in the footsteps of her father. She wanted to dance professionally and, out of all of Yana’s daughters, I thought she had the best shot of realising her dreams. That girl was flexible.
At eighteen years and the eldest of her siblings, she was also the most petite. About the same height as the twins, two years her junior, shorter than Jennifer, one year younger than her, and more slight than any of them, she was definitely fun-size.
Although she’d never been on my radar before, when I saw that smile of hers I couldn’t help but think about how hard I’d have to push to get my big cock into her tight virgin pussy as I wrapped my arms around her tiny little waist. Could she even take it without crying? I wanted to find out, but thought our paths would probably never cross, in that capacity anyway.
I wasn’t often wrong, but I was so very glad to be on this occasion. When Lucy had brought home her yearbook near the end of the school year, Yana and I had been forced to go through it as she rambled about the clubs she was in and the class photos and stuff.
I’d been surprised at just how many desirable young women went to her school, so made a mental note to sample the local scene before they graduated and scattered to the four corners of the world. The weekend Lucy was supposed to be staying with a friend was the exact weekend I was scheduled to make
an appearance as Kodey at the end of year party being held by some dumbass jock.
I was planning on fucking said Jock’s cheerleader girlfriend that night in his bed, but something happened that distracted me.
*****
“… touchdowns in a single game,” said Chad.
“Hmmm? Wow, good job, man.”
I couldn’t have cared less how many touchdowns the guy scored. Chad, his girlfriend Haley, and I were apparently having a discussion about football in the next room over from where the sound system was blasting some god awful music and a crowd of youths slowly destroyed Chad’s parents’ living room.
If the success of a party was measured purely in terms of number of attendees, then this one was certainly holding its own. Even here, where there was a lot more talking and drinking games than dancing, there was barely any room to stand, the three of us were practically crushed together a lot of the time.
That was something I was using to my advantage though. Hayley was standing between us, her back against the wall and Chad had his arm over her shoulder. Why not? She was his girlfriend after all. Me? I had discreetly snuck a hand up her skirt and was stroking her pussy through the thin material of her panties.
This little slut was getting so wet as she glanced nervously between the two of us and around the room making sure nobody had noticed anything. It was so hot seeing the conflict on her face, she wanted to be a good girl, wanted to be faithful to her boyfriend, but this mysterious guy who said all the right things made her feel weak in the knees.
She was probably going to cum right there in front of everybody and I couldn’t wait to see how she tried to hide it. Her boyfriend was happy that I had shown up with a few kegs in the trunk, I wondered how he’d react if he knew how much of his girlfriend’s pussy juice was on my fingers already. Then the last thing in the world I expected walked in the door.
“Oh shit, look what the cat dragged in,” said Haley, probably desperate to make sure Chad’s attention wasn’t focussed on her.
“Who’s that?” I asked.
“Ah, that’s… is that Lucy Burbank? Wow, never seen her dressed up like that before! She polishes up nicely…ooof!”
Haley dug her elbow into her boyfriend’s stomach as if his comment had offended her even though she was letting another man stroke her pussy at that very moment. Even so, it was the most relevant thing Chad had said all night, I had never seen Lucy dressed like that either.
Lucy’s appearance had taken Chad and I by surprise, but it didn’t look like Lucy could believe she was at a party dressed like that either. She looked so cute standing there, almost hiding behind her friend and trying to tug the bottom of her short skirt down far enough so that it at least reached the top of her thigh-high socks. Thankfully she failed, there just wasn’t enough material to cover that sort of distance and not expose the top of her ass in the process.
She was already getting more attention than she’d ever had in her short life, when her drunken classmates started walking up and yelling things like ‘DAYUM, BABY GIRL!!’ right in her face. Honestly, this was what I was up against, no wonder it was so easy for me.
Still, for my money, it looked like her little ballet friend had tarted her up with the intention of getting her laid that night. No doubt it had taken a lot of convincing just to get her to the party and ‘see what happens’, it looked like she was about five seconds away from bolting, I had to act quick.
“I’m gonna get me some of that,” I said, pulling my hand from under Haley’s skirt and walking away.
“Hey, come back!” Hayley said.
I ignored her and heard Chad ask why she was so sad to see me go, but their conversation was as meaningless as the noise it disappeared into as soon as I took a couple steps away. I soon closed the distance and walked up to the pair, focussing my attention on Lucy’s friend while Lucy tried to make herself invisible and fend off the other guys at the same time.
“Hi, I’m Kodey,” I said.
“Hi… I’m… uh…”
I raised my eyebrows and smiled, it sure was great having this effect on women, made the job even easier.
“M-Mary,” she blurted out, finally. “And this is my friend, Lucy.”
Mary craned her neck over her shoulder to see what Lucy was doing, Lucy blushed and gave a weak wave from the supposedly safer area behind her friend before having to direct her attention back to the guy who was telling her about how wasted he was.
I leaned in close to Mary and saw her lick her lips in unconscious preparation for a kiss, but I just whispered in her ear.
“Mary, can you do me a favour? I think your friend is one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen but I’m a bit shy. Do you think you can help get rid of that guy so I can talk to her?”
“Oohhh! That’s so sweet! Yeah, I’ll see what I can do… but listen, you treat her good, she’s a really nice girl.”
“Of course, I’m a nice guy.”
With a move that almost looked choreographed, Haley spun Lucy around like a dance partner and effectively swapped places with her. Talk about ‘out of the frying pan and into the fire.’
“Hey Trent, wanna dance with me?”
Trent looked her slutty outfit up and down and didn’t need to be asked twice. Smart man, go for the sure thing. Before Lucy knew it, her friend who had no doubt vowed to never leave her side had left her with me, alone in the crowd.
“Hey, Lucy, right?”
“Um… yeah, hi.” Lucy’s blush was adorable.
“I’m Kodey, I don’t think Mary introduced us properly. She sure left in a hurry, huh?”
“Yeah, she did. I’m probably going to leave too, I should never have let her talk me into coming. Don’t want to embarrass you for being seen talking to me.”
“What are you talking about? Doesn’t seem like anybody else is embarrassed to talk to you. What about Trent?”
“He’s an asshole to me at school, he will be again on Monday I think.”
“Well, fuck’em. I don’t care what they think, I want to talk to you.”
“You do?”
“Yeah, of course. As soon as you walked in you became the new prettiest girl in the room.”
Lucy’s blush deepened and I could see the internal debate raging behind her eyes. On one hand, she’d never been talked to like that before. On the other, she’d never been in a situation like this, and it was a bit scary. I flashed her a winning smile.
“Come on. Have just one drink with me so neither of us has to talk to an asshole, then I’ll walk you home or wait outside for a taxi with you to make sure you’re safe.”
Lucy giggled and smiled. “Oh… OK. Can I have a juice?”
“Um… there’s punch?”
Lucy didn’t need to know that the punch had a lot more vodka than juice in it. After the first few sips she seemed to get used to the kick, and one drink turned into two, then three, then four. Soon, every word I said was the funniest thing she had ever heard and she was laughing and slapping my chest every minute or two.
“So, then I said ‘That’s not a hobo, that’s my uncle!’ and pushed him off the pier!”
“Hahaha… oh my god! You didn’t!”
“I did!”
Lucy’s hand caressed my chest again and stayed there for slightly longer than a platonic chest slap could and I slipped an arm over her shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world to do and kept on talking. After a few seconds I felt her arm sneak around my back as she cuddled up to me, the hormones in her body responding to the presence of a big strong man even if her better judgement was screaming at her from inside a mental cage somewhere.
“You know what, Kodey? I’m actually glad I came out tonight. I thought it would just be the same people from school, I didn’t think I’d meet somebody like you. It almost feels like I’ve known you for years. Corny, huh?”
“No, not at all, Lucy. I feel the same way. I feel like I could talk to you for hours about anything, like I can really
open up and be myself. You’re…” I paused and feigned embarrassment, “you’re amazing. I hope you don’t mind me saying.”
Lucy looked about ready to burst with happiness and she shook her head. “I don’t mind!”
“Hey, it’s kind of loud in here, my throat’s getting a bit sore from all this yelling. Would you like to come somewhere a bit quieter with me?”
“Like where?”
“Like my car, it’s parked just down the street a bit.”
“Just to talk?”
“Of course.”
We threaded our way through the crowd and Lucy couldn’t help but notice the looks she was getting from her classmates. Varying degrees of astonishment, mixed with lust or jealousy. She cuddled up to me even closer as we walked, not used to all the attention.
Having planned ahead, the passenger seat of my first generation Chevy Camaro was piled high with crap, which I apologised for as I pushed it forward and let her climb in the back. With the tinted windows, it was nice and private.
Private, and a little cramped. Back there the notion of personal space would have been impossible anyway, so I put my arm around her again and pulled her in close.
We talked again for a while, I wasn’t really paying attention, just taking the opportunity to drink her petite features in with my eyes. Those twin strips of bare skin at the top of her thighs were driving me wild and now without the distraction of the party and holding up my end of the conversation, I was getting rock hard just thinking about what was a few inches upwards on the trail of those legs.
“Hey Lucy, would it be OK if I kissed you?”
“Oh… I don’t know… I thought we were just going to talk?”
“We have been… but you’re just so beautiful I think my heart might stop if I don’t kiss you right now.”
“Me?”
Keeping my arm around her shoulder, I used my other hand to tilt her chin up towards me and leaned in, feeling her lips quivering with inexperience and timidity as I touched my own upon them. I gave her a sweet little kiss, then rested my forehead against hers and looked into her eyes for a moment before kissing her again.
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