Obsidian Faith

by Bev Elle

“Go on,” Philip said. “Take her for a spin, then after you unpack, we’ll order some takeout.”

  While the computers were booting up, Trevor checked out the video game systems, both a PlayStation 3 and an XBox 360 with a video game library that would make the average kid’s mouth water.

  Even the furniture smelled new. After test driving his new computer equipment, he wheeled his luggage over to the closet and opened the door. Surprisingly, there were a few new clothes already hanging inside in his size.

  “Wow!” Trevor said, as he riffled through the cool jeans, t-shirts, and light jackets bearing names that he knew were more expensive than the Old Navy gear the Kyles had been fond of. Maybe staying with his Uncle Phil wouldn’t be all bad. Trevor missed David and Elena so much he felt guilty being sucked in by all the cool stuff he was getting now that they were gone.

  He logged off the computers and put away his things. Being on the computer reminded him so much of David he didn’t want to do any serious programming at the moment. After he put all his belongings away, he went in search of his uncle. The possibility of food usually made him excited enough to put away some serious grub, but not with the memories of David and Elena bombarding him even as he performed mundane tasks like folding his shirts and socks the way Elena had shown him, and hiding his browsing trail on the computer like David had shown him.

  When he entered the kitchen, Phil wasn’t alone as he’d expected. A buxom blonde was wound around his torso.

  “Excuse me,” Trevor said and ducked back out the door. He was halfway back down the hall when after hurried fumbling his uncle called out to him.

  “Hey, Trev, man come back. I want you to meet somebody.”

  Trevor didn’t want to make nice with his uncle’s flavor-of-the-month, as David and Elena called Philip’s friends on more than one occasion when they thought Trevor wasn’t paying attention. His uncle’s womanizing was one of the things he and his brother had not seen eye-to-eye on.

  Trevor shuffled back toward the kitchen and re-entered. This time the woman was sitting on one of the barstools, and Phil was standing next to her, his arm draped around her shoulders.

  “Trevor, this is Stacee, with a double-e. Stacee, my nephew, and now foster son, Trevor Kyle.”

  Trevor didn’t particularly like how Philip cavalierly assumed their situation was permanent. He and, especially Shanice were still hoping the Bailey’s foster child would get adopted so he could move in with them. Trevor kept his face impassive as Stacee spoke to him.

  “Hi, Trevor,” she said in an inordinately high-pitched voice. “Nice to meet you.”

  “Hello, Ms. Stacee,” Trevor said, remembering how the Kyles had taught him to address his elders.

  “You can drop the Ms.” she said. “I’m just plain old Stacee.”

  “Yeah, Trevor, we don’t have those kinds of rules around here. Dave and Elena were fantastic parents, but hey, I’m just barely over thirty. A little more than twice your age, but young enough you don’t have to be so formal.”

  “Okay,” Trevor said.

  Phil leaned in and tongue-kissed Stacee so thoroughly, it made Trevor uncomfortable. Finally, he peeled himself away from Stacee and grabbed the phone.

  “You like Chinese, Trevor?” Philip asked as he dialed.

  Trevor wondered if Phil would’ve changed if he’d said no, but he didn’t bother. Chinese was great when he had an appetite. He wasn’t sure whether he’d be hungry once the food arrived, so he answered in the affirmative.

  Stacee jutted her ample chest out and smiled at Trevor. She had a childlike quality about her, despite her very mature-looking body and state of dress. Trevor’s hormones responded in the manner in which they were designed. Thankfully he was wearing baggy shorts over tightey-whiteys or he might’ve had an embarrassing situation to explain. Even so, Trevor turned away and headed back to his room when Phil got off the phone and glued himself to Stacee again. He would get dinner later. Or not.

  In the beginning, Philip appeared to be just as nice and caring as his brother. Well, at least his generosity trumped everything David and Elena had done for Trevor, and early on that was the only barometer by which he was able to measure the difference. It was easy for a kid coming from poverty such as his to have his head turned by expensive things. Plus Uncle Philip was cool in the beginning. Trevor was in hog heaven for all of two weeks before the other shoe dropped.

  “Hey little buddy,” Uncle Philip said one evening after he’d gotten home from school. “Here’s your allowance for the month.”

  Philip handed him a crisp one hundred dollar bill. “There’s more where that came from. I might just need you to pitch in and help your old uncle out with some work I’ll be bringing home every once in a while.”

  “What kind of work?” Trevor held the money by one corner as if it might burn him.

  “Some special computer work that only an expert like you can help me with.”

  Trevor mentally puffed his chest out at being called an expert at first, but then his brow furrowed. “Don’t they have IT people at the bank where you work?”

  “They do, but they’re doing other things with their time. The bank expects me to know this computer crap, but the fact is I don’t.”

  “I could teach you a few things, I guess,” Trevor said, finally pocketing the bill.

  “I think it would be better if you did them,” Philip said. “Don’t you want to pull a little weight around here? I know David and Elena taught you that it’s a good thing to help out. To pay your keep, so to speak.”

  “Yeah, they did.” Trevor said. That sounded logical, so Trevor would go with it. What harm would it be to help his computer illiterate uncle out?

  “All I need is for you to find some information on people for me every once in a while on the internet,” Phil said. “These are people I’m investigating for my work.”

  “What kind of information do you need?”

  “Full names, addresses, banking information, social security numbers.”

  “David said it’s unethical to have access to people’s personal information like that.”

  “Not if you work where I work,” Philip said. Philip was a CPA who worked in one of the banks that held the state of Florida’s unclaimed property funds. “And you’re helping me do my work, so there won’t be any need to share this with anyone else, right?”

  “I guess.”

  “I’ll tell you what. You do this work for me from time to time, you get double the allowance I just gave you. Also, you can stay up as long as you want at night, just so you get up and go to school. Deal?”

  What teenaged boy wouldn’t enjoy rules relaxed to non-existence, no formal bedtime, and an allowance big enough to bankroll whatever vices he could buy before coming of age to sample them as a matter of course?

  Trevor’s reluctance was overruled by his desire to stay up and watch some late night skin flicks on his Uncle’s cable. “Deal.”

  “I’ll bring the first list tomorrow,” Philip said. “They have money sitting in the state coffers that I want to get back to them, so you’ll be doing these folks a favor.”

  Easy peasy. Trevor didn’t feel like he had the right to question any further at the time, since Philip did work at a bank. Besides he was an adult, a banking professional, and must know better about the legality of such things.

  “Okay. I’m gonna go do my homework,” Trevor said, his mind now on the first of many adult films he would get to watch while under Philip’s care.

  Trevor took the huge allowances, the money making it easy for him to get into other things no middle school child should have access to. The most taboo of them was watching dirty movies, until he began to hang out at Phil’s adult parties.

  Chapter Six

  “Hey, Trevor, are we still going to see the new Spiderman movie this weekend?”

  Trevor hit his forehead with the heel of his free hand, almost dropping his cell phone. “Aw, ‘Nice, I’ve got to help my Uncle Philip with some
stuff this weekend.”

  “But you promised.”

  Her disappointment pierced his heart, but he didn’t want to miss what was shaping up to be an epic party.

  If his uncle wasn’t frequenting the local casinos he loved so much, or out of town under the guise of working to check out the bigger casinos in Las Vegas and Atlantic City, the condo became party central. This Saturday night Phil had hired not one, but three strippers.

  Philip didn’t think there was anything wrong with having his teenaged charge hanging around with the party girls and strippers he and his friends entertained. Trevor became exposed to things he would never have seen at his age if David and Elena were still alive. Hormonal teenager that he was, Trevor didn’t see anything wrong with it at the moment, either.

  “I’ll tell you what, Shanice. Let’s go to Epcot Center tomorrow afternoon.” He knew that park was her favorite, and it would be the only way to make up for missing the movie premiere. That would also give him some time to get over any residual hangover he might have from the party tonight.

  “Okay, but you can’t complain no matter how long I spend in each of the countries.”

  “I promise not to complain.” He’d gladly spend as much time as she wanted as long as he didn’t get to miss seeing three real live women shuck their clothes tonight.

  “You think Brenda or Isaiah could give us a ride?” Trevor knew Philip would be so hung over, he would just barely make it to work on time Monday, let alone drive a couple of kids to a theme park.

  “I’ll get Dad to do it, Mom’s been puking her guts out all morning. She thinks she’s got stomach flu.”

  “Really? Then you’d better stay away from her,” Trevor said. “That stuff is catching.”

  “No way am I going to miss going to Epcot tomorrow. I’ll let Dad take care of her today. I’ll just do some cleaning around the house to help out.”

  “Okay, see you tomorrow, squirt.”

  “Bye.”

  Philip came into the back door carrying a case of beer just as Trevor hung up with Shanice.

  “Hey buddy, can you help me get the rest of the stuff out of the car?”

  “Sure thing.” Trevor pocketed his cell phone and helped bring in several gallons of liquor, several more cases of beer and a couple of kegs. It seemed like a lot, but he knew that sometime before midnight someone would have to make another run for booze. Phil’s parties always required more booze.

  Trevor often pilfered beer and consumed it in his room away from any adults who might take exception to him partaking at his age. Philip couldn’t care less, but there was usually some do-gooder female who tried to shame Philip into making Trevor stop drinking, so he didn’t drink in front of the party-goers anymore.

  Shortly after they got all the booze and party food in, Stacee showed up, but this time she wasn’t alone. There was a girl with her who looked like a younger version of herself without the enhanced boobs and tons of makeup.

  Stacee jumped Philip’s bones practically the moment she entered the room and didn’t see fit to make any introductions. Trevor and the new girl, who didn’t look to be much older than him, eyed each other for a while, before she finally got the courage to introduce herself.

  “Hi, I’m Tracee, Stacee’s sister.”

  “I’m Trevor, Philip’s nephew.”

  She eyed her sister and Phil going at it. “Are they always like this?”

  Trevor snorted. “Yeah, pretty much.”

  Tracee made a gagging motion. “I would tell them to get a room, but it’s his house.”

  “Yeah, right.” Trevor shoved his hands into his pockets. “You wanna play some video games in my room? Phil’s guests won’t be arriving for another hour or so.”

  “Sure, why not,” Tracee said. “Lead the way.”

  Trevor loved the reaction he got to his room from the few visitors he’d had since he moved in with Philip. None matched Tracee’s.

  “Wow! This is quite the set-up you’ve got here, Trevor.”

  “Thanks.” His reaction was sheepish, in spite of himself.

  Tracee touched the equipment as she looked around. “What do you do?”

  “I’m a programmer.” He remembered David’s advice to never tell anyone he was a hacker. And clearly Tracee assumed he was older, otherwise she would’ve asked him something like what school he went to.

  At fourteen, he was already almost six feet tall and wasn’t finished growing yet. He would play it cool with Tracee and see what happened. The night was young.

  “Okay, so program something for me.”

  Trevor grinned. “Okay.”

  He booted up his system and settled into his desk chair. Tracee hovered over his shoulder, but she didn’t bother him when she did it as much as it bothered him when Philip did.

  He created a simple wallpaper with her name on it, but he spelled it Tracey.

  “Oh, it’s Tracee wth two E’s. Our mother thought it was cute to give me and Stacee similar sounding names.” She frowned.

  Trevor changed the spelling of her name and showed her the result. “If you’ll give me your email address, I’ll send it to you.”

  “Okay.”

  While he was opening his email to send the wallpaper to her, Tracee headed back toward the door. “I’m going to get something to drink. What’s your poison?”

  “Poison?”

  Trevor was confused, but Tracee took it to mean he was distracted. “What do you want to drink?”

  “A beer.” Trevor realized he’d have to pay attention or he’d make an ass out of himself and ruin the charade. If Tracee was anything like her sister, he figured if he played his cards right, he could get lucky.

  Chapter Seven

  “Want another?” Tracee stood, grabbing their empties.

  Trevor was pulverizing her on the video games, so he didn’t blame her for getting bored. He decided he’d cool it and let her win when she returned. “Yeah, sure.”

  Even with his beer buzz he was a formidable opponent on any video game, so he couldn’t blame Tracee for sucking at it.

  When she returned with a six-pack this time, she also had a backpack slung over one shoulder.

  “Hey, do you mind if I change in your bathroom in a little while?” She scrunched up her face when she said it, looking so cute, Trevor would’ve said yes to anything at that moment.

  “Uh, No. Not at all.” It excited him that it looked like she planned to spend the night, too. Stacee stayed over quite a bit, so it wasn’t illogical.

  Tracee dropped her book bag on Trevor’s bed and set four of the beers on the dresser, giving Trevor one and keeping one for herself. “So, is it my turn?” She squinted at the television.

  “Yeah,” he said. “The aliens killed me.”

  She took her gamechair and picked up the controller with both hands. While she was gone, Trevor had changed the mode on the game to beginner because if the skill level had remained where they began, she would never win.

  As Tracee picked off aliens with her various weapons, she grew more and more excited. By the time she killed the last one on that level, she was bouncing in her seat. Her smallish breasts jiggled with every movement. Trevor was mesmerized.

  When she won, she jumped up and threw her arms into the air like she’d just won a prize fight. Her halter scooted up, showing even more of her abdomen, and revealing a pierced navel. Trevor had seen girls like her on his late night television, but having one in his room was another thing altogether.

  He’d been operating with a semi boner ever since she’d arrived, but the last few seconds had him painfully stretched out in his jeans. This did not go unnoticed by Tracee. Her mouth twisted into a sexy smirk, which in the movies Trevor watched, usually meant the guy was about to score. He hoped against hope that would be the case for him.

  On one of Tracee’s many forays back to the kitchen for beer, Trevor had borrowed a couple of condoms from Philip’s stash. He had learned in health class that these were necessary to
prevent disease and pregnancy. Two things he really didn’t need at his age. His mother’s struggles with him and his sister had taught him that.

  Trevor watched as Tracee sashayed to the door and locked it. She sauntered back over to him, her hips swaying in a more exaggerated motion than they had all night. On the way over to him, she loosened the top of her halter and it fell, releasing a set of real, live breasts. All creamy white with pink nipples. Trevor almost came in his pants.

  He scrubbed a hand over his face and into his hair. Calm down, Kyle. Be cool.

  Tracee straddled him on his game chair and his hands glommed onto her breasts like magnets. Then he remembered how the guys fondled them in the movies he’d seen and he mimicked their actions. Tracee kissed him hard, thrusting her tongue into his mouth and arresting his. He followed her lead and wrestled her tongue with his own, while simultaneously teasing her nipples with his thumbs, cupping them with his hands. He manipulated them like the toggle switch on a game controller, but it felt so much better. His dick attested to the excruciating sensations by growing infinitely harder, and then all bets were off, he needed to be inside her like yesterday.

  Trevor stood and Tracee held on as he moved them quickly to his bed where they fell in a heap, mouths locked and hands ripping clothes from their bodies, stopping only when his t-shirt needed to be pulled over his head and when they both removed pants. Trevor forgot about protection, he was so painfully hard, but Tracee didn’t. She rummaged into his bedside table and found the condoms he’d stashed there and had one rolled onto him practically before he could blink, then pulled him down into her hot wetness.

  The sensation made his eyes roll involuntarily, it felt so good to be sheathed by what he’d only fantasized about up until that point. Tracee knew what she was doing as she rolled her banging body against his, taking him deeper and deeper until he felt he was winding up to be consumed by her. Trevor didn’t care. He’d stay there and be consumed if he could keep feeling what he was feeling, but his body had other ideas. His orgasm rendered him almost boneless as he exploded into the condom, the warmth of his own jizz and the clenching of her muscles milking him until he was spent.