Phoenix Rising

by Anais Ninja

  “I don’t know yet,” I replied.

  “I’d really like it if you did.”

  “You like fucking me, don’t you?” Asking a boy if he liked sex was probably the ultimate rhetorical question.

  “No...yeah...I mean yes, I do,” he said. “But it’s not that. That’s not why I want you to live with us.”

  “Why, then?”

  “I dunno,” David said, turning to face me as he searched for the right words. “I guess it’s because I feel like you’re my sister, my real sister. I mean I know we’re really not related and all, but it feels like it. It feels right.”

  “My brother,” I whispered, kissing him on the forehead.

  “You’ve seen how Dana looks at you,” he continued. “She wants you for a big sister more than anything in the world.”

  “I know,” I said. “I always wanted a little sister like her.”

  “So you’re going to stay with us?”

  “I’ve still got to think about it.” My heart was still with Brad and Helen. They’d rescued me from the streets, effectively saving my life. They had taken me in and treated me like their very own daughter, taking care of me and enrolling me in an exclusive school. I knew that they’d support whatever decision I would make, but I still felt an obligation to them even though their love and care were unconditional. They were also my last link to the world Julia had shown me, a world of wealth, culture, learning, opportunity. Rancho Paradiso might be a nice place to visit, and no doubt was a safe place to raise children, but even after just a few days I knew that I’d go crazy here with nothing but sex and tennis to stave off the boredom.

  “I understand,” David said.

  “Thanks,” I whispered, kissing him on the lips. He rolled over on to his back and closed his eyes, a faint smile on his face as he drifted off to sleep. I watched this handsome young boy slumber for a while before I joined him.

  * * *

  Chapter Four - Girls Talk

  I woke up just after dawn, the sun a crimson disk rising from the hills to the east. David was sound asleep, softly snoring. I climbed out of bed and walked through the bathroom to Dana’s bedroom, climbing into the cot next to her bed. Dana was asleep as well, stirring ever so slightly as the cot’s springs squeaked when I laid down on its lumpy mattress. I lay awake for a while, just staring at the wall, trying to make up my mind about living here. It seemed as if for every reason I could think of to move here, there was an equally compelling reason not to.

  After an hour of this, I realized that this wasn’t a decision I could make rationally. My heart would decide, and I knew that this wasn’t something I could rush. When the time was right, I’d know what I would have to do. I felt better knowing that this decision could be deferred for a while, and soon I was asleep again.

  I dreamed about Daddy. He was giving me a bath, just like he used to do, except I wasn’t three years old anymore. Just as in my memory from a dozen years earlier, he was naked and wrapping my fingers around his erection. This time, however, I knew what to do.

  And then we were on a bed, in a room that resembled the one at the Ritz in which Julia and I had stayed, that first time she’d taken me to Boston. I was laying on my back, my father stretched out on top of me. I looked down and saw that I was wearing a wedding gown, puffy sleeves, a low cut bodice, voluminous skirts of organza and crinoline bunched up around my waist. My pretty white lace panties were pulled aside and my father’s hard cock was pressing against my sex. He grunted as he entered me, and I felt a sharp stabbing pain as he tore through my hymen.

  There was blood, so much blood, flowing out of me, staining my lovely white dress, the bed, his penis. My vision faded to crimson, wine, then black.

  And then I woke up.

  * * *

  Dana was still asleep, and I sat on the edge of her bed, watching her slumber, thinking how cute she looked snuggled against her pillow. I didn’t have the heart to wake her, but it was getting close to 8:30 and Mia had asked me to make breakfast for them before 9 AM. I leaned in and kissed her cheek, hearing her stir slightly. Slowly, I pulled her blanket aside and kissed her little belly, tickling her just a bit. She stirred again, letting out an unconscious giggle, as if she’d been tickled in her dreams.

  I pulled the blanket down further, over Dana’s legs. Fortunately, there wasn’t any blood on the sheets, nor were her panties spotted. I cupped her little ass and caressed her, finally rousing her from her sleep. She looked down at me and smiled, rolling over on her back, yawning, stretching.

  “Good morning, sunshine,” I said, stretching out on the bed next to her.

  “Morning, Annie,” Dana murmured, still shaking off her slumber. I kissed her cheek and caressed her smooth belly, getting a sigh and another kiss in return.

  “How do you feel, baby,” I asked her.

  “Fine.”

  “It doesn’t hurt down there?”

  “Not really,” Dana said. “Well, a little.”

  “Let me see you,” I said. Dana pulled her panties down, over her thighs. I tugged them the rest of the way, checking the crotch for blood. There was none. She spread her legs and I curled between them, gently parting her puffy little lips and examining her.

  “You look fine,” I said, leaning forward and gently kissing her sex.

  “Do that again,” Dana said, giggling. I kissed her once more, dipping my tongue into her cleft. She sighed and moved her hips slightly, pressing her cunny against my lips. I’d intended to just give her a kiss or two and then get dressed and start cooking, but breakfast was right here, right now.

  “Annie...,” Dana whispered as I cupped her little bottom and brought her slit to my mouth, licking her from her tight passage all the way up to her little bud, hearing her gasp as I circled it with my tongue. She rocked her hips as I ravished her tiny clit, and soon I had her moaning and writhing in my hands and grabbing fistfuls of her My Little Pony bedsheets. She sat up straight after she came, gently pushing me away from her cleft and throwing her arms around me, hugging me. We held each other for a few minutes and then got out of bed.

  “Wash up and get dressed, Dana,” I said, heading for the bathroom. “I’m going to wake up your brother.” She nodded and followed me into the bathroom, sitting down on the toilet as I slid aside the door to David’s room.

  I stood in the middle of David’s room and looked around for a moment. There was something about a boy’s room that fascinated me. Maybe it was because I had to share my room in Florida with Del and Paco, and had watched half of it transform from my dainty pink and white sanctuary to a riot of sports equipment, posters of athletes, and other artifacts of a boy’s life. My best friends, Luci and Tina, had their rooms to themselves, and I often envied them: no clutter, no piles of stinky, sweaty clothes, their stuffed animals not displaced by baseball gloves.

  All that clutter fascinated me, though, as if it contained some hidden information, some insight into the boy’s personality. David’s bedroom was no different. Shelves of plastic models and books, a couple of soccer balls, an electric guitar propped up in a corner, clothes thrown over a chair, textbooks open on the desk, posters of cars, planes, Star Wars on the wall. In the middle of it all was David, lying in his bed, on his stomach and clutching his pillow, his sheets pushed down around his hips. I slowly sat down on the bed and watched him for a minute or two.

  I heard the toilet flush, and then Dana appeared, coming in from the bathroom. She stood next to me, putting her arm around my shoulder.

  “Aren’t you going to wake him up?” she asked.

  “I was just about to,” I said, trying to figure out how to get him to roll over on to his back without waking up. Finally, I reached out and lightly traced the curve of his spine with my fingertip, barely grazing him. David shrugged his shoulder and murmured something, so I did it again, even softer this time. He stirred momentarily and rolled over.

  The sheets were wrapped around his hips, so I carefully tugged and freed them, exposing his body dow
n to the knees. David’s penis was half-hard, as if some sexy dream had just started. I knelt over his legs and took his cock in my mouth without using my hands, feeling him harden between my lips. He was quickly erect, and I slowly began to bob my head up and down, engulfing and releasing his shiny shaft.

  “Can I do that, Annie?” Dana asked. I released David’s hardness from my mouth and looked over at her.

  “Sure, go ahead,” I said. “Do it slowly, so he won’t wake up too fast.”

  Dana leaned over from the side of the bed and guided her brother’s glistening boycock into her mouth, sucking him slowly, as I had told her. I shifted back towards the foot of the bed and leaned down between his spread thighs, kissing and tonguing his fuzzy balls, gently sucking the almond-sized testes within his silky sac. I could hear a murmuring coming from the other end of the bed, but Dana’s head was in the way and I couldn’t see if David was awake or not.

  “Nice...,” David whispered, finally awake and realizing that this wasn’t a dream. There really were two hungry mouths working over his cock and balls. His hips began to move, making his smooth shaft glide over his sister’s lips. Now that he was awake, I could suck and tongue his nuts harder, earning a gasp from him when I began to probe behind them with my fingers, toying with the gap between his cheeks.

  I felt David’s testicles tighten, contracting towards his body, his hips stabbing upwards towards his sister’s loving lips. Suddenly, Dana’s eyes widened and she gagged, pulling her head back from her brother’s penis and coughing wetly. She ran into the bathroom and began spitting her brother’s cum into the toilet, caught by surprise when David had erupted in her mouth. I wrapped my lips around his spasming cock, sucking the last couple of spurts of his semen, milking him with my lips before cleaning the remains of his ejaculation from his softening shaft.

  “Sorry, Dana,” David called out, trying to suppress the urge to laugh hysterically. She was still spitting out his seed. I heard the toilet flush and then the sound of her brushing her teeth. By this time, both David and I were laughing so hard we were nearly in tears.

  “Wash up and get dressed,” I said to David. “I’ll go check on her before I start breakfast. We shared a quick kiss before I walked into the bathroom where Dana was still busy brushing.

  “You okay, Dana?” I asked her. She nodded, still brushing, but then she spit into the sink and rinsed out her mouth with a Dixie cup full of tap water.

  “Tastes awful,” she said.

  “You get used to it after a while, I guess.”

  “Really? I’ll never...”

  “David’s tastes pretty good, compared to some others I’ve swallowed,” I said. Over the previous year, my year on the street, I’d tasted hundreds and hundreds of different men’s semen. They ran the gamut from toxically bitter to cloyingly sweet. David didn’t really drink or smoke, his blood sugar levels were normal, his diet healthy, which made his seminal fluid taste fairly bland compared to some of the chain- smoking alcoholics I’d serviced.

  “Ewwww.” That was Dana’s last word on the subject. I gave her a quick hug and left her in the bathroom as she started to brush her teeth for a second time. I threw on my kimono and headed for the kitchen, letting the dog out into the back yard before putting on a pot of coffee.

  After a big breakfast of waffles and sausages, the kids sat down in front of the television, clicking through the Sunday morning talk shows to find some cartoons. I headed to the bathroom and took a long, relaxing shower, getting to know the massage wand a bit more intimately. After drying off, I threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and joined David and Dana in the living room. They made room on the couch so I could sit between them, snuggling up to me on both sides.

  My father and Mia returned home a couple of hours later. Mia rushed over to the couch and hugged the three of us, kissing the tops of our heads, smiling and laughing. Even my father had a contented grin on his face, winking at me as he headed down the hall to his bedroom, to change out of his suit.

  “How was it?” I asked Mia. I had followed her into the kitchen and watched as she put on water for tea.

  “I’ll tell you later,” she said, giggling. “Would you do me another big favor?”

  “Sure,” I said. “Anything.”

  “Could you take the kids swimming this afternoon? There’s an indoor pool at the clubhouse.”

  “Of course,” I said. “You’ve got plans for the afternoon?”

  “Well, we were planning on heading back downtown for brunch, but I think we might just spend the day here. Alone.”

  “I get it,” I said, giving her a wink and a sly smile. “Have fun, Mia.” She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

  “I’ll give you some money for lunch before you go. Oh, and one other thing.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Frank’s going to take the kids out to dinner tonight. He wants you and I to spend some time together, just the two of us. To get to know each other better.”

  “That’ll be fun,” I said. We shared a quick hug and then I went back to the living room to let David and Dana know we were going swimming. Excited, they jumped up from the couch and ran to their rooms to change into their suits. Dana was going to wear a one-piece maillot, styled after the US Olympic swimming team’s suits, but when she saw my string bikini, she changed into a skimpy two-piece that was a size or two too small. I helped her tie the halter top and tugged the bottoms over her round little cheeks. It was only going to hit the mid-seventies that afternoon, so we put on jeans over our bathing suits for the walk to the clubhouse. David met us in the hall, and I stopped off in the kitchen to get money for lunch from Mia before walking the kids over to the pool.

  We pretty much had the place to ourselves. Most of the newer houses at Rancho Paradiso had been built with indoor pools, and barely half of the older houses were occupied as residents traded up from Phase I homes to ones built later. There was no lifeguard on duty, but I kept a close eye on Dana and David as they dived off the high board and swam back and forth.

  I sent David over to the clubhouse’s snack bar for sandwiches and then, after the requisite thirty minutes to digest our lunch, we spent the afternoon swimming, diving, lounging by the pool. David loved to show off for me, plunging into the pool cannonball-style from the high diving board, though he had to cool it a bit when an older couple arrived at the pool to take some leisurely laps back and forth in the water. We showered off the chlorine pool water at the clubhouse and headed back home, carrying our wet suits. My father and Mia were still in their bedroom when we got back, so I helped the kids hang their suits up to dry and we went out to the back yard and kicked one of David’s soccer balls around for a while.

  The kids were hungry when Mia and my father finally emerged from their bedroom, so they left almost immediately, heading for a local pizza parlor. Mia opened a bottle of wine and started preparing dinner, lamb chops with mint jelly, along with a salad of mixed greens. Schultzie stood alert on the kitchen floor, ready to snarf up anything that fell from the counter or cutting board.

  “So, how was last night?” I asked Mia over a forkful of lettuce.

  “Nice,” she replied, taking a sip of her wine. “We hadn’t gone out dancing in almost a year. It was such a treat. Thanks again for watching the kids.”

  “My pleasure,” I said. If only she knew what pleasure it had really been.

  “We had champagne and strawberries sent up to the room,” Mia said. “It was lovely.” She blushed slightly, as if remembering an intimate moment from the night before.

  “Sounds romantic.”

  “It was,” she said.

  While I cleaned up and washed the dishes, Mia went back into her bedroom and changed into a sweatshirt and sweatpants, returning with a bottle of moisturizer.

  “Let’s sit in the living room,” she said, picking up her wineglass. I finished the dishes and went to Dana’s room, changing into my own sweatshirt and pants, the ones I’d gotten from Trish the year before, embl
azoned with the word “GEORGETOWN” on the front of the shirt and down the left pants leg. Grabbing the wine and my glass from the kitchen, I joined Mia on the living room couch. She’d put on some soft music, and was reclining on the sofa, her sweatshirt hoisted over her belly, rubbing moisturizer into her skin.

  “I hate these stretch marks,” she said, pointing out the streaks that marred her otherwise perfect skin.

  “Does this help?” I asked, picking up the bottle of Nivea cream.

  “That’s what I’ve heard,” Mia said.

  “Would you like me to do that for you?” I asked her.

  “Could you?” she said. “My arms are getting tired.”

  “I’d be glad to,” I said, squirting some lotion on my palms and rubbing them to warm it up before smoothing it into her swollen belly. Every so often I’d feel the baby kick inside her, and I couldn’t help but wonder how it felt to carry a living thing inside me.

  “That feels good,” Mia said, dreamily. She tugged her sweatpants down a bit so I could rub lotion into her waist and hips.

  “You have beautiful skin,” I said, pouring more lotion on to my hands and caressing the sensual curve of her belly.

  “Thank you,” she said. “I’d trade it for your pretty blond hair.” Mia reached forward and ran her fingers through my locks, gently brushing my cheek in the process.

  “It’s too thin. It just lays there,” I said.

  “You could get a perm, you know.”

  “I know, but they’re so messy and smelly.” I remembered the Toni home permanent kits my mother used to buy for herself when I was younger, before she started getting it done professionally at a salon.

  “Well, I think your hair’s nice just the way it is,” Mia said.

  “Thanks.”

  “Annie?”

  “Yes?”

  “Would you mind doing...?” Mia said, lifting her sweatshirt over her breasts. Like her belly, they were swollen, her nipples stretched into big brown disks.

  “Not at all,” I said. I squeezed some more lotion into my hands and began to rub it into her breasts, one at a time, slowly, gently.