Look Who Hatched

by Jamie Knight

  I wasn't really experienced with make-up, more preferring the natural look usually, but it was coming out really well. The vivid blue was definitely making my eyes pop.

  There came a knock at our door. Putting away my make-up stuff, I went out into the living room where Sophia had just gotten up off the couch to get the door.

  “I'll get it!” I said.

  “Okay,” she said, sitting back down and continuing to read.

  I thought it was a bit weird that she would be reading American Psycho. She was usually so squeamish. She would cream and look away at Edgar Wright movies and they were actually meant to be funny.

  “It's probably flowers,” I said, “my daddy always sends flowers on my birthday.”

  “Okay,” Sophia said, robotically.

  I thought that the way she had said it was weird, too, but ignored it, my excitement trumping any other thoughts or considerations.

  I got to the door and threw it open, just knowing it was going to be the flowers my dad sent. He had them delivered to me every single year. It was a tradition, since my nickname growing up as a child had been Daddy’s Little Sunshine. They must have arrived.

  It wasn't anything so wonderful. Instead of a delivery person, I found two grim, uniformed policemen waiting on the other side of the door. I thought I saw the lights from the sirens of a police car flashing behind them, though that should have been impossible. I live on the third floor of my apartment building.

  “Ms. Evans?” one of the cops asked.

  “Yes, what's going on?”

  “I'm afraid we have some bad news.”'

  “Bad news? What news?”

  “Well, bad news and then some good news. Which would you like first?”

  “Um, the bad news?” I said, really not sure.

  “Well, the bad news is that your daddy is dead. D-E-A-D. Dead as can be.”

  “Oh, my God! Why the fuck are you telling me like this?” I screamed.

  “Now, just hold your horses there. You haven't heard the good news yet.”

  “W-what's the good news?” I asked, the tears already streaming down my cheeks.

  “You are about to join him!”

  The cops opened their mouths as though to speak some more. Though instead of words, thick leafy branches, like those in the forest on the mountain, snaked out of their mouths and started to tangle themselves around me in ways that should have been impossible. But there they were, still coming, going from my ankles and then further upwards, squeezing hard.

  I couldn't breathe, the branches pulling tight around my middle and my neck. I tried to grab them or fight them off, but it was no good. They just started wrapping themselves around my arms and hands, turning into actual snakes that started biting me on my hands and arms and legs and stomach.

  One of them getting a good way up my neck. There was blood dribbling down every were and there was agonizing pain.

  I tried to scream but could not find the breath. They were squeezing too hard, crushing my lungs, squeezing my vocal cords, rupturing my diaphragm, stealing my voice. The only sound coming out of my mouth was a pathetic little squeak.

  I thought they were going to squeeze the life out of me. I could feel the dark closing in. It was like the same abyss I had jumped into from the cliff.

  Suddenly I woke up, still screaming, only for real now, writhing in Sawyer's arms as he held me tight. I just lay there for a moment, shaking uncontrollably, staring up unblinking and blindly at the ceiling as I came to.

  It was impossible to tell night terrors from reality. I'd had the experience of dying in them more than once. The fear and the pain were as real as they would have been if I was awake.

  Only in my mind, I wasn't able to run. I just had to stand there and put up with whatever horrible thing was happening to me. My friends had wondered why I had suddenly stopped getting scared by the horror movies we’d binge watched in their efforts to help me feel better.

  Usually, being scared by a good movie helped take me out of real life. But now, not so much. I never had the heart to tell them that I starred in one every time I went to sleep. It would just upset them.

  “It's okay, you're safe now,” Sawyer said, loudly but calmly, trying to wake me up, even though I already was.

  Still, I appreciated the attempt.

  I collapsed against him, sobbing wildly as he stroked my back, trying to calm me. If only he could.

  “Don't worry, I'll protect you,” he said.

  I tried not to laugh.

  He really seemed to mean it and I didn't want to hurt his feelings.

  I knew he couldn't protect me, though.

  No one could.

  How could anyone protect me from what was in my head?

  From myself?

  You can't beat up the past or scare it away with a hatchet. He would likely mention his gun, but trauma was bulletproof. I was fucked up and I knew it. I was glad to have Sawyer there. He was really sweet and was honestly trying to help. He might even succeed. Though I had a bit more realistic perspective as to the chances.

  “I-I don't want to talk about it,” I said, when I'd pulled myself together.

  I wasn't trying to be cold or close myself off. If anything, it was the opposite. I was really beginning to care about Sawyer and wanted to spare him that horror show that was my mind. Particularly when there wasn't much he could do about it. It would just hurt him, and he'd had enough pain already.

  “Okay. We don't have to talk at all if you don't want to,” he said, ever understanding.

  “Good, because I don't want to. I just want you to fuck me.”

  I hadn’t planned to say those words.

  They had just fallen out of my mouth.

  But I realized I meant them very much.

  It was the one thing I wanted right now, more than ever.

  Chapter Eight

  Sawyer

  I knew enough about human perception not to take anything at face value. There was too much of a chance of getting it wrong. Particularly when you were already in a heightened emotional state.

  My ears told me that Anne had just said she wanted me to fuck her. Though the skeptical part of my brain was raising some very reasonable objections.

  “Please, I need it,” she said, getting up on my lap so that she was straddling me. “I need you.”

  Before I could say anything, she had her arms around my neck and was dry humping me, grinding her warm pussy against my rapidly hardening cock. I put my hands on her hips to try and stop her, but she just switched directions, going up and down instead of around.

  “Please, fuck me! Please. It will make me feel better. I just need you to fuck me hard. Any which way you want to do it is fine. I just need you inside me!”

  I thought for sure she had gone through a psychotic break and didn't know what she was doing. If I was right, there was no way for her to give informed consent and I wasn't willing to take advantage of her like that.

  I tried to push her off me, but she was immovable, grinding even harder against me, nearly making me cum. She kissed me hard between pleas for me to please just fuck her, insisting that it would help her feel better.

  Slowly, I began to realize it would make me feel better, too. If she was certain about what she was saying.

  “Are you sure this is what you want?” I asked, making her look me in the eye.

  “Yes, please, I need it,” she maintained.

  Maybe we both just needed some human connection. The chemicals associated with sex could be very powerful.

  “I need to get something,” I told her.

  “Will you come back?”

  “Yes.”

  “Pinky swear?” she asked, holding out her little finger.

  “Pinky swear,” I said, hooking mine around hers.

  I went in search of a condom I was pretty sure I had around here somewhere. As I looked, never letting Anne out of my line of sight, she slowly undressed until she was completely naked. She was beautiful.


  Once I had found it and came back, she grabbed me by the hand and led me into the bedroom. Taking the condom from me, she put it on the night table and started stripping off my clothes, kissing me passionately as she did so.

  “Wow,” she said, tracing her finger along my tattoos.

  I had started as soon as I was able to when I turned 18, amassing over 30 pieces in the following 15 years. She pressed her face against my chest, following the same path she had just blazed using her finger with her soft, wet tongue, swirling it around my nipples for good measure. She worked her way with kisses down my body until she was on her knees in front of me.

  Getting my pants open, she pulled them down, and then off, my cock springing out at her like a cobra. She gasped, clearly not expecting anything that big. Cautiously, she reached out a hand and wrapped it around the shaft. At least part way around the shaft, anyway. Her attempt to grab my entire cock was complicated by the fact that it was very large, and her hand was quite small.

  She lifted it slightly and started massaging my balls with her other hand. She explored me so curiously and with such wonder I started to wonder if she might actually be a virgin. Though it was possible she had never seen anything quite as big as my cock.

  Still stroking my dick, she took one of my balls into her mouth and sucked on it, swirling her tongue around the outside as she did so, making me think that she had given a lot of blowjobs or had a lot of popsicles in he life.

  With an experimental lick on the tip, Anne got more adventurous, taking the whole thing in her mouth, my head pushing up against the back of her throat. Nearly choking herself, Anne sucked me like her life depended on it, both hands pumping the shaft as she slid her soft and wet lips back and forth along it, making it glisten.

  It took me a while to realize that she was saying something. Her mouth was full of my cock, so I had to listen closely to make it out. From what I could tell, she was thanking me for giving her my nice big cock to help her feel better.

  I was feeling pretty good too, having her work my cock like that. Suddenly I found myself losing my inhibitions, too. I reached down and gathered her hair in my hand, using it as a sort of handle to control her head movements. She kept going just as hard, though, causing my wild lust to come out.

  “You like that big cock?” I asked.

  She tried to say “Yes, sir” and I stroked her cheek.

  “Look at me,” I ordered.

  She obeyed, looking up at me as she worked my huge cock in her hot little mouth, her beautiful eyes full of lust, and, dare I say, love.

  “That's it, be a bad little girl. I love what a bad girl you're being for me, you pretty little cocksucker.”

  She seemed encouraged by my dirty talk and sucked even harder, bringing me really close to coming in her mouth. I didn't want to miss the chance to fuck her luscious little pussy though, so I stopped her.

  Standing her up, I bent her over the bed and started to finger her, admiring her beautiful pussy. She was really wet. Which was good because she was also super tight, barely able to take two of my fingers at once inside her little pussy hole.

  “Fuck me hard,” Anne begged, spreading the lip of her pussy open wide for me.

  “That’s it,” I told her, “show me your pussy. My pussy. I’m going to claim it as my own for good.”

  I couldn’t believe what I was saying. I normally didn’t talk like this to anyone. I got up to open the condom wrapper, telling myself to snap out of it. I liked to remain in control and in charge. But Anne and her curvy, beautiful body and her soft skin and her little moans and whimpers made that very hard for me to do right now.

  Getting the condom on, I got behind her and pressed the head of my cock against her opening. She was so wet I could feel her pussy juices running onto my dick, making for perfect natural lubrication.

  I held onto her lovely hips and cupped her ass just a little. I wanted to spank it. To grab it. To pinch it.

  But I didn’t want to scare her off.

  There was plenty of time for all of that later.

  I felt quite sure now that she was a virgin and that thought excited me so badly.

  Right now, I was going to start off nice and gentle for her. I was going to make love to her, for her very first time.

  “Are you ready for me?” I asked her, my cock so hard I thought it would burst.

  “Yes, more than ready,” she breathed, and I smiled to myself, more than willing to be her first, her last, her always – whether I was ready to admit that to her, and myself, out loud yet or not.

  Chapter Nine

  Anne

  It felt like the most exquisite torture. He was so close I could feel it, the warm head of his huge cock pressed up against my wet pussy. I wanted him in me so much it hurt, but he didn't move. He just stayed where he was, teasing me awfully.

  I tried to push myself back further against him but wasn’t in the right position to be able to do it very well. I loved the feeling of him and his dirty talk. I felt thrilled when he called me a a little cocksucker. It felt like really high praise, considering it was the first time I'd ever done anything like that.

  His was actually the first cock I had ever even seen in real life. I had no idea they could even get that big. I knew it was going to hurt, having him inside me, but it would be worth it for the pleasure I knew it would bring eventually, and it couldn't be worse than my emotional pain. If anything, it would be a welcome distraction.

  “Please, fuck me. Fuck my pain away!” I begged him.

  I bit my lip to keep from screaming. His huge cock sliding into my tight, virgin pussy, stretching out my pussy hole as he went, filling my walls and insides up with his warmth, which I could feel through the condom. I would have loved to feel him raw, his cock pulsing inside me but of course we were being responsible.

  It hurt some, as he pushed his way in, but he was doing it slowly and gently, so as to ease the pain. His cock got up to where my hymen was, and he stopped again. I just about cried, wanting him to fuck me so much. At least I had the feeling of his cock inside me. I could feel it pulsing and throbbing there, half snug in my walls, half still outside of me, hard and wanting to continue its way in.

  “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” he asked, exhaling.

  I nodded briskly, on the verge of tears, terrified that he might rethink things and want to stop. I knew he was a good guy who was trying to take care of me right now, and that he might think he was taking advantage of me in my moment of weakness, even though it wasn’t like that at all.

  I didn't think I could handle that, if he stopped and backed out now. I was so ready to give him my virginity.

  “It's okay. I just want you to fuck me. Hard,” I told him, meaning it with every fiber of my being. “Please.”

  After a moment of hesitation that felt like an eternity, Sawyer grabbed me rather roughly by my hips, making me squeal with delight, and finished pushing his way in.

  I yelped in pain when he broke my hymen – I had to admit, it definitely hurt, even more than I was expecting – but when he asked, “are you okay?” I squeezed his cock with the walls of my pussy, not wanting him to take it out of me, and said, “Yes. Stay there. Keep doing that.”

  I was panting some, and he grunted and said, “Fuck yeah, then, I will.”

  He had pulled it out of my somewhat out of instinct or kindness when I yelped, but now he thrust it back inside me and it felt like heaven. He started pounding his cock deep inside my pussy, his pelvis slamming up against my ass so hard, the friction made the bed move and bounce against the wall.

  “Yes, you like that? I like this,” he said, grabbing my ass and fucking me hard.

  “I love it” I tell him.

  “You sure? I was going to go gently, for your first time.”

  “Go hard,” I told him, nearly out of breath, “Go however you like.”

  He reached an arm around and started playing my clit while he continued pounding my pussy hole. He pinched it a bit, making me
yelp a little bit again.

  “I love that sound,” he admitted, his voice low and gruff. “I love when I make you make that sound.”

  “Mmmm,” I moan, my hips gyrating against his pelvis, “I love when you surprise me like that.”

  “Like this?” he asked, taking his other hand and pinching my nipple, which was already so hard it was as if it had just been asking for him to do that to it.

  “Yes,” I told him, moaning as I felt the beginning of an orgasm wash over me as he rubbed my clit and played with my nipples, while his cock was deep inside my pussy.

  “You’re a bad girl,” he said, taking his hand off my breast to slap my ass a bit.

  “Oh, my God,” I said, not expecting to be spanked, but loving it.

  “You’re my bad girl,” he said. “Now and always. Because I took your virginity. And you want me to keep taking you any time I want. Isn’t that right?”

  “Yes,” I called out, answering all of his questions at once.

  I let go entirely then, screaming out my delight, and trembling deliciously as Sawyer roughly deflowered me with his massive cock.

  I started to feel amazing and knew that I was about to cum. I had touched myself, of course, so I recognized the feeling, even though I had never really felt anything quite like this before. I honestly thought I might pass out from sheer bliss. I was amazed that Sawyer hadn't cum yet, but he held fast, not even slowing down as he fucked me to a beautiful orgasm.

  We came at the same time, the condom filling with Sawyer's cum, which was so hot I could feel it through the latex. I would have loved to have felt it inside me. Though it was possible that the condom had made things go a bit easier, so it didn't hurt as much, and in a way, it was a mixed blessing.

  I collapsed against the bed, panting hard. Through my blurred vision, I could see Sawyer getting up and going to throw out the used condom in the trash can in the bathroom. I would have begged him not to leave me if only I had the strength.