by E. K. Santo
I sat down on one of the benches, not sure how to answer him. He was upset. I looked at him, his eyes enraged. But I couldn't help but notice his cock, the tip now protruding from his right shorts leg. He caught my eyes looking, and he attempted to fix himself...tucking it up in to his shorts.
“You see?” he yelled. “I can't control myself. You show up in my life again, and I'm walking around with a tent pole. How are you doing this?”
“I don't know!” I yelled back at him. “I just know that I have some weird effect on people. It's not my fault.” I started to cry.
Kenny sat down next to me on the bench, putting his arm around my shoulders. I put my head in to his chest, sobbing. I felt his heart beating...the air moving in and out of his lungs. As we sat there, I felt both begin to speed up, his breathing...his beating heart. My eyes had been shut, crying, but I opened them now. I saw his erection, now peeking out from above the waistband of his gym shorts. I watched it throb.
We were suddenly kissing. Our tongues intertwining, first in his mouth, then in mine. I felt his hot breath pour from his nostrils on to my face. He guided my hand to his pants as we kissed, and I felt his hardness. I rubbed him through his shorts, and he moaned. My back arched, rubbing my breasts against the side of his body.
He began to caress my boobs, pinching at my nipples through the soft material of my gym shirt and bra. My God, it felt so good. My nipples reacted to his touch, both hardening. I felt the wetness between my legs...the throbbing hunger I've had for all these months. The years of aching...I was dripping.
Kenny reached down to my shorts, and began rubbing at my vagina...the shorts were made of a soft, silky material, so his fingers glided easily over the material...over my clit and vulva. We caressed each other, our breathing building. He reached with his free hand underneath my shirt and bra, and managed to massage my rock hard nipples. I grew wetter as he manipulated my nipple with one hand, and caressed my pussy over my shorts with the other. I stroked his cock over his shorts, a little afraid to take my actions any further.
He must have sensed my trepidation, for he stopped touching my breasts, and took my hand...guiding me on to his shaft. I had always wondered what it would feel like in my hand...remembering how Jesse had pumped Tom's cock in the kitchen that night. Kenny's cock was hard, yet the tip had a softness around the mushroom head. It throbbed in my hand. I squeezed it, feeling the blood pulsate through it. When I caressed the underside with my fingers, Kenny let out a soft shudder of pleasure.
I released him, and drew his shorts down to mid thigh. Kenny sat on the bench, his huge cock pointing to the ceiling, throbbing. I saw a bit of fluid at the tip, and used it to moisten the rest of his cock's head, stroking and pumping. Kenny began to moan loudly, his hips beginning to buck. He wasn't holding back, wanting to erupt quickly. He let out a loud groan, grabbing my hand with his, pumping his cock fast and hard...he leaned back, and then released his orgasm. It shot up all over his stomach and chest, some of the white liquid spraying my hand. It was warm, sticky. I ran my lips over my fingers...tasting it for the first time. Salty and pungent. I liked it.
I grabbed a nearby towel, and wiped the semen off Kenny's midsection, but he was quick to move. He quickly began where he left off, grabbing my breast with one hand, my crotch with the other. The hot wetness was again pouring out of my slit, as he rubbed my pussy over my shorts. I grabbed his hand this time, forcing him beneath my waistband, to touch my naked womanhood. It seems he'd done this before, because he had my shorts down, and his fingers running over my pubic hair. I lay back on the bench, giving Kenny a full view of nakedness, legs spread open for him. He wasted no time, and buried a finger inside me, sliding in and out, slowly at first, then quickening the pace...fondling my clit in a circular motion. I began to moan as he inserted a second finger inside me.
“God you're so wet, Sam.” said Kenny.
“I know!” I spat back at him. “I want you to fuck me, Kenny. God I want you inside me.”
Kenny stopped moving, aware of the situation for the first time. “Sam, not here...in the girl's locker room. I shouldn't even be doing this. You're too young.”
I grinded my hips, my pussy not wanting him to stop. “Don't stop, Kenny...please don't stop!” I hissed at him. I wanted this. Badly.
Kenny began fingering me again, using both hands...with his one hand he had two fingers in my pussy...with the other he rubbed at my clit...faster, faster.
I felt the wetness growing...the warmth now turning to heat...and then it happened. I felt the dam burst...I didn't hold it back.
That heat turned to fire in my belly, my pussy, my loins. My body began to shudder. I was conscious of my nipples becoming super hard, my breasts swelling. My pussy started to pump and pump. I didn't just moan, I screamed. “Don't stop, Kenny! Don't stop!”
I felt my vaginal muscles tugging at his two inserted fingers, and my fingers joined Kenny's on my clit, pumping back and forth faster and faster. My vagina was pumping with juices, my hips thrusting violently. My orgasm felt like a crashing wave...powerful and wet, flowing over and over.
With one last heave, my orgasm was done. I was breathing heavily, feeling the blood pumping in my temples, the adrenaline rush subsiding. I looked at Kenny, who was wiping at the wetness that covered his hand, all the way up his forearm to his elbow. “Wow,” he said calmly, a slight grin on his face. We looked at each other and laughed. The last time we were together, he was chasing me in the backyard, a worm dangling from his hand.
You know Kenny,” I said, teasing, “I'm not eighteen yet, so good thing you didn't fuck me. But tomorrow, you can fuck me for my birthday!” I smiled, giggling.
“Oh my God, I'm going to jail.” he joked.
“That was amazing.” I said, at a loss for words. “I never knew it would feel like that.”
“Well, I've been with a few girls over the past few years, and I can say with all honesty, not one of them ever came like that. It was fucking amazing.” He reached up, kissing me on my mouth.
We both dressed, knowing the gym period was about to end. It was an awkward moment...one minute we were writhing in ecstasy, the next we were trying to look like a normal pair of high school kids.
I kissed Kenny, telling him that if we could free up some time, I would love to try this again. He smiled, nodding. “Hey, I seem to remember birthdays' being kinda lame at Jessie's. If you have time, maybe I could see you tomorrow. Make sure you have a really happy birthday!” He smiled, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. I smiled back at him, and pecked him on the lips.
He made it out of the girl's locker room just in time. Sixty seconds later, and I was surrounded by sweaty high school girls.
I just had my first orgasm...and I was as high as a kite. I couldn't wait to see Kenny again. I looked around , wondering how many of these girls had had their first orgasm.
Unfortunately, I never saw them, or Kenny, ever again.
Six
Tom was waiting for me outside the front of the school, standing in front of his shiny black Ford sedan. He immediately picked up on something different about me. I was just too unconcerned to notice.
I'm usually on guard when I'm around him, but my mind kept going back to the sex...Kenny's cock...pumping it...the cum. My incredible orgasm. I wondered if this was what it felt like to be drunk or stoned.
Tom was looking at me queerly. I finally noticed.
“Hi Tom...what's got your panties all in a bunch?” I amusingly asked.
“Something happen in school today you wanna tell me about, Sammy?” he asked suspiciously. I quickly became paranoid. Maybe he had a spy or two in school, watching me. Maybe he knew all about my little get-together with Kenny. He was squinting at me, already doubting any answer I was about to give him. He was trying to read me.
“Nope,” I answered him. “same old stuff. Readin', writin', and 'rithmetic.” I grinned, acting innocently.
But Tom quickly became quite disturbed. “No. Something's differe
nt. Something's changed. I can tell.” he was saying. “Get in the car...we've gotta get home.” I hesitated, as he opened the front door for me. “C'mon Sammy, I ain't got all day.”
I hated when he called me Sammy. Jesse had called me that when I was little. It was endearing. When Tom used it, it felt ugly.
I got in the car, my previous thoughts and feelings that had been running through my mind becoming a distant memory. He got behind the wheel of the car, and we sped off. While he drove, he pulled a cell phone out from his breast pocket. I had never seen him with a cell phone before. I was forbidden to own one, so it was unusual to see Tom with one. We stopped at a stop sign, and Tom quickly texted something into the phone. Then we were moving again, very quickly.
We made it home in record time. Jessie was waiting in the front for us. She stood between two Dogwood trees, both just starting their bloom as spring arrived. I noticed that she was now holding a cell phone as well. I assumed Tom had texted Jessie...about what, I didn't know.
Tom rushed me into the house, not saying a word to Jessie...just giving her a look. That look probably said a thousand words.
I noticed that none of my foster sisters were home. On a Friday afternoon, after school, they were usually running about outside, or somewhere inside the house. All I heard was silence.
My mind started running scenarios...the ideas coming from all those conspiracy theory books I had been reading in the library. Did these two know about what happened in school? Were there any people watching me? Could Kenny have been a plant...there to coerce me in to having sex?
Tom sat me down at the kitchen table. I still hadn't said a word. I wasn't afraid of what was happening...I wasn't sure I should be. I was actually more curious than anything.
Jessie walked into the kitchen, looking at Tom, then at me. “Tom...what happened?” she asked, sounding a bit confused.
“It's gone, Jess. The feeling...It's gone. Just like that.” Tom said excitedly, pacing back and forth while he spoke frantically. “Something happened today. Something changed.”
Jessie watched Tom pace, muttering wildly. She just stood next to the stove, waiting for Tom to calm down. She then walked over to me, standing directly behind me, and put both of her hands on my shoulders. Jessie stayed like that for a bit, while Tom continued to rant. Finally she spoke...
“You're right Tom,” she said calmly, “something is different.” Tom froze, eyeing the both of us.
“I knew I wasn't fucking nuts,” he said. “After all these years, feeling the way I've felt...it was so goddamn obvious.”
Jessie sat down next to me. She looked in my eyes, a smirk on her face.
“My God, Samantha...you are so beautiful. I've watched you grow up...tried to make you feel normal...tried to be your mom.” Jessie had tears in her eyes. “This is all about to change.” Then she hugged me. I guess what started out as a job, or assignment for this woman, had grown in to something bigger.
“I don't understand what's going on.” I said meekly. I really didn't understand, but I knew a lot of things that they didn't know that I did. I decided to play completely stupid.
“Can somebody explain to me what's going on?” I asked.
“I'll tell you what's going on,” said Tom. “Yes, I'll tell you. I just got my fucking life back...we just got our lives back.” he said, gesturing to Jessie.
Jessie took my hands in hers, as she'd done so many times in the past. She looked into my eyes. “Honey, did something happen at school today? Something we should know about?”
“No.” I answered, sounding confused, and lying through my teeth. “Nothing at all.”
Tom rushed towards me, the crazed look in his eyes was back. “Did you bleed today? Did you?” he spat. “How could you look the way you do, be the way you are...and you still haven't gotten your fucking period yet? How is that possible?”
Now I became angry. “Why don't one of you explain to me why it's so fucking important that I get my period. I seem to be the only one here who doesn't give a shit about it.”
Tom and Jessie just looked at each other...once again looking as if they were reading each others' minds. Jessie pushed Tom back, away from me. She looked me in my eyes again.
“Sam, did you get your period today? Something definitely seems different.” Jessie asked calmly.
“Why?” I asked sternly.
“Why what?”
“Why is it so important? Why is all this so important to you? Why am I so important to you?”
They looked at one another again, speechless. Then they both looked at me. Silence permeated the kitchen.
No one was budging.
Seven
That night I slept in the bedroom alone. None of my foster sisters were at the house. I could hear Tom and Jessie in the bedroom next door. Not fucking, like they usually do, but yelling and screaming. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but it must have been important because it went on for hours.
More questions now entered my mind. How did they know something happened at school today? Why the persistence about my period? Where were my sisters, and why weren't they here? What did Jessie mean that everything was going to change?
Even though I still had millions of questions, a little voice inside of me insisted that the answers to my questions were coming...very soon. I drifted off to sleep when their voices, and mine, finally died down.
***
The next morning, a Saturday, I awakened to a very quiet house. I was used to awakening to the sounds of the girls playing...laughing and giggling. They were all younger than I, but I always made time for them. They were my family.
Tom was nowhere to be found. I was happy about that. I went downstairs, finding Jessie in the living room. She was sitting on the sofa, a cup of coffee seated between both hands. She wore her hair down, a golden mane falling behind her, a few strands reaching in front, cupping her breasts. She looked as if she was in very deep thought, almost meditating.
As I approached, she looked up at me, her blue eyes catching some sunlight, sparkling. Once again I noticed how truly pretty she was. High cheekbones, a petite nose, and a beautiful smile. She smiled at me now, but I sensed a sadness about her. “Things are going to change now.” she had said last night.
I sat down next to her, those blue eyes following my every move. I tucked my knees up under my breasts, feet on the sofa. Jessie reached the back of my head, undoing my pony tail, allowing my long dark hair to flow about me. “I can't believe how you've grown,” she said. “You're so beautiful.” tears fell from her face. “Happy Birthday, Samantha.” she whispered.
Birthday? That was ridiculous.
“Jessie, could you please tell me what's going on? You've seen my grades from school...I'm pretty smart, and I've been trying to piece this all together. Like a puzzle. But some pieces are still missing.” I said. “I'm eighteen now. After all this time, and all this weirdness, I think I deserve an explanation.”
Jessie looked at me, putting a finger up to her lips...saying “shh”, without actually saying it. She then gestured with her hands, first pointing to her ears, then pointing to spots around the room. I nodded, understanding. We weren't the only ones in the room. The room, maybe even the whole house, had ears.
They were listening.
I leaned over, and whispered one word in her ear. “Always?” She nodded in response. It made me wonder if “They” listened in on Tom and Jessie going at it at night time.
Jessie got up, taking my hand in hers, and led me in to the kitchen. I sat at the kitchen table, while she went to the stove, turning some dials. The digital display flashed something, and then she said, “We're clear for about fifteen minutes.”
“The whole house is bugged, isn't it?” I asked.
“Pretty much,” she said. “There are ways to turn the sound off for short intervals. They do respect some form of privacy, from time to time. But only for a few short minutes.
“Well, if we only have a few minutes,” I said, �
�start talking.”
“Well Samantha...there's so much to tell, and so little time...so here it is.” She paused, seeking the right words. “You, Samantha Steel, may very well be...the most special person on the planet.”
“Whoa.” I thought. I wasn't expecting to hear that. “What do you mean...special?” I asked.
“Well, your intelligence, just for example. You're aware that you're pretty smart, correct?”
“Yes.” I answered, blushing a bit. Jessie caught it.
“Don't be embarrassed by the praise, Sam...because this is just the beginning. I'll tell you a little of what I know...and I don't know a lot. But I do know more than Tom thinks I know. He's not one of us.”
“One of us?” I asked, becoming confused. “What do you mean.”
“Well, I'm closer to being your sister than your mother, Sam. We have similar genetics, you and I. The real difference is you're far more advanced than I am. Like I said, you're probably the most incredible person on this planet.”
I stared at Jessie. I had always considered her to be my Mom. Who else did I have? But she was closer to being a sister? I was still really confused.
“How could we be sisters? You must be almost twenty years older than me.” I said, looking her up and down.
“A bit more than that, I'm afraid. As of today, I'm now sixty years old, to your eighteen, Sam. I'm forty two years older than you are.”
I stared at her, in utter disbelief. “How is that possible? You're so young...so beautiful!”
“Thank you.” Jessie said, without blushing. She obviously knew how she looked. But sixty? And today?
“Your birthday is today, like mine?” I asked.
“All of our birthdays fall on April 1st. April Fool's Day. It's kind of an inside joke. The most advanced humans on the planet...intellectually, athletically, creatively...were all born on April 1st. Our father had a sense of humor.” She giggled.
