by Bev Elle
Only two weeks away from his fifteenth birthday, Trevor had no idea that Tracee had not experienced the same feelings he had until she took his hand and showed him how to help her to an orgasm since he’d finished so fast. He hadn’t been able to help it, and he kind of felt bad that she didn’t get to scream and writhe while he was inside her like the women in movies he saw. However, after a few minutes of touching her down there, she tensed up and squelched her scream, even though the music was so loud no one would’ve heard her anyway.
Trevor watched her facial expression and her body’s reaction as she came and she looked just like the women he’d seen in the movies. Then she opened her eyes and grinned up at him.
“That was your first time, wasn’t it?” She asked.
He thought to lie, but then he figured if he were honest, she might take pity on him and want to do it again. “Yeah. How’d you know?”
“You had a one-track mind like most guys your age. The goal being: To. Get. In. There!” She grinned, punctuating each word. “But what you lacked in technique, you made up for in sheer size and enthusiasm.”
Trevor mentally puffed his chest out and couldn’t help the grin that sprouted on his face.
Just as he moved in to kiss her, there was a loud knocking on his door. “What the fuck?” Trevor spat in irritation.
Tracee giggled, then looked at the clock on his bedside table. “Oh shit! I’m supposed to dance tonight.”
“Dance?” Trevor said. “You want me to dance with you?” Shanice had taught him some moves, so he felt he could keep up with Tracee on the dance floor.
Tracee flat out laughed at that one. “Not that kind of dancing silly. I’m part of tonight’s entertainment.”
To say he was surprised was an understatement. He knew that Stacee danced at a club downtown, but Tracee did not look like Stacee and most of her friends. She looked young and wholesome.
Trevor scratched a sudden itch behind his ear. “You... ?” He didn’t get to finish his question, because the pounding began again, this time accompanied by Philip’s irritated voice.
“Trevor! Open the damn door!”
Trevor rolled off the bed and pulled on his jeans. Tracee rolled off on the other side, grabbed her backpack and disappeared into the bathroom. Philip pushed into the door as soon as he heard Trevor turn the lock, and stumbled into the room. Trevor closed the door behind him.
Philip took in the rumpled bed, the video game on pause and the beer bottles. Then he sniffed. “Smells like somebody’s been fucking in here.” He got a stern look on his face.
Trevor began to babble. “It was ... me and Tracee were fooling around and ... it just... ”
“Calm the fuck down, little buddy.” Grinning, Philip socked him in the shoulder. Hard. “You just got your first piece. Good going.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that, but looks like you’ve got the mechanics down. Just remember to wrap it up, yeah?”
“Wrap it up?”
“Wear a condom?” Philip looked into his eyes to make sure he understood what he was saying.
“Oh, yeah, they told us that at school, and I borrowed some of yours.”
Philip cackled. “But I don’t want ‘em back.”
Trevor laughed because Philip’s laughter while he was drunk was kind of infectious.
“She get off, too? Because chicks are more generous when you get them off.”
“Yeah, she did.”
Trevor hung his head sheepishly, but then raised his chin and folded his arms as Tracee came out of the bathroom wearing what had to be her dancing outfit. She was dressed like a Catholic schoolgirl except with a shorter skirt, complete with ponytails. Trevor’s dick got hard again, and he hoped Tracee was up to going again once her number was over.
There was always gambling at Philip’s parties, which drew quite the unsavory crowd. Trevor had been around enough such characters when he’d been with his mother to recognize them, and knew to steer clear.
Most of the guys, however, were like Phil. Youngish working stiffs looking for a little action. Trevor masqueraded as one of them, and Philip, surprisingly didn’t blow his cover. Especially since he seemed so proud that Trevor had lost his virginity.
Trevor watched Tracee perform, wondering how these men managed not to embarrass themselves when they were around all these sexy party girls all the time.
Tracee worked the room, teasing the men and enraging some of the women until she was down to just pasties and a thong. Then as her finale she danced over to Trevor and kissed him square on the lips and ran off back into his room. A couple of the guys ribbed him about her and Trevor took it good-naturedly, then went back into his room in search of her.
He heard the shower running as he entered the room and closed the door. The bathroom door was cracked open as if in invitation. He slumped into a game chair and turned on the console.
“Trevor?” Tracee called from the bathroom.
Trevor turned the game console off and jumped up, moving closer to the door to hear better. “Yeah?”
“Can you wash my back?”
That was all the invitation he needed. He entered the bathroom shucking his clothes.
Chapter Eight
Trevor waited out in front of the condo for Isaiah and Shanice to pick him up Sunday afternoon. Thankfully, he’d gone relatively light on the drinking and gotten high on a little weed and the sexual prowess of Tracee Douglas. So he was more than happy to spend an afternoon in the company of his surrogate sister. Hopefully this would make up for the other times he’d stood her up.
Isaiah pulled up to the curb, and Shanice climbed over the console to let him have the front seat. He settled in and they took off.
Shanice had dressed up in her best and brightest short set, and even had on a bit of clear lip gloss.
“You look nice, squirt,” Trevor said.
She rolled her eyes, but smiled all the same. “Thanks.”
“You hoping to see Owen Nettles at the park today?” Owen was a boy she’d told Trevor and her parents about a few months before, who’d given her an elaborate Valentine’s gift and since then had been making goo-goo eyes at her.
“Oh, shut up, Trevor. You know I don’t like him like that.”
Trevor and Isaiah both laughed.
“How’s it going, Trev?” Isaiah said, careful to keep his eyes on the road as they wove into traffic on a busy thoroughfare.
“Great!” Trevor hoped he didn’t sound too enthusiastic. The last couple of times he’d spoken to Isaiah and Brenda about Philip, he had not been singing the guy’s praises.
Isaiah turned to look at him in the eye. “Is this the same young man who’s been unhappy at Casa de Philippe all summer?”
“Aw, Uncle Phil’s not so bad,” Trevor said. “I guess I just had to get to know him. You know what I mean?”
“I know what you mean.” Isaiah’s eyes squinted as they locked on Trevor’s neck.
“What?” Trevor said.
“Nothing.” Isaiah shook his head. “We have some great news, though. Brenda and I are expecting another child.”
“Really? That is great,” Trevor said. “So, you ready for another little brother or sister, Shanice?”
“Yes, it’s going to be a little girl, so I won’t be the only one.”
“We’ll be thankful for either,” Isaiah said. “Although Shanice is convinced it’s a girl.”
“I dreamed I had a little sister. The stork brought her.”
“Um, you know that’s not how it works, right?” Isaiah said.
“Yeah,” Shanice said. “But I’m not sure about the real way it happens.”
“Your mom and I will talk to you about it later, okay? But first, I think I might need to have a conversation with Trevor about it.”
Trevor was appalled. “Why me?”
“There’s evidence that you might be engaged in some activities, that could produce just such a situation.”
“What situation?” Shanice said. “Are you talking about sex?”
“Not to you at the moment,” Isaiah said. “Hold up, I’m going to stop at McDonald’s right up here to use the bathroom. I guess I drank too much coffee at the service this morning.”
“TMI, Dad,” Shanice said.
Trevor grinned nervously. Then he remembered where Isaiah’s eyes were trained and lowered the visor to look at himself in the mirror.
Fuck! He had a hickey. Tracee had been so enthusiastic during their shower and afterward, she had sucked on his fair skin too hard.
Isaiah parked the car. “Anybody else need to take a bathroom break?”
Both Trevor and Shanice shook their heads.
“You want a drink or something, ‘Nice?”
“Yes. Thanks, Dad.”
Isaiah then turned to Trevor. “Want to come with, Trevor?”
“Nah, I’m good.” Trevor’s mouth was suddenly dry, but he wasn’t about to let Isaiah know.
“Come on,” Isaiah coaxed. “You can bring Shanice’s drink back.”
“Okay.” Trevor got out and followed Isaiah into the McDonald’s and they got into the line behind the last person.
“So, what did you do this weekend?” Isaiah asked. “Did you go out with friends, yesterday? Because Shanice thought you and she were going to see Spiderman.”
Trevor shook his head. “I didn’t go out, and I’m sorry I had to disappoint Shanice, but Uncle Phil had a party, so I stuck around to help him out.”
“And did one of his friends help you out?”
“What do you mean?”
“How’d you get the hickey, son?”
Trevor’s face grew warm, and he was sure he was some very alarming shade of red. “From this girl. Uh, Phil’s girlfriend, Stacee’s little sister.” Trevor hoped his description of her as Stacee’s little sister would get Isaiah off his back. However, Tracee was nineteen and would be twenty soon. He knew intuitively that this was not information that would go over well with Isaiah, so he withheld it.
“Listen, Trevor. You’re a young man and I know your hormones have kicked in big time, and David probably didn’t get a chance to have a talk with you about things, but I’ll be happy to step in if Phil hasn’t done so.”
“Oh, Phil and I did have a talk, just last night.” Trevor just didn’t share with the good pastor the extent of that talk. “So, I’m good.”
“Are you sure?” Isaiah said, skepticism written all over his face. “Because I’m trusting you with my daughter... ”
Trevor’s indignation bordered on anger. “I would never ... ”
Isaiah cut him off with hands raised, palms out. “I know, I know. Shanice is like a little sister to you and I know I can trust you with her, but you might inadvertently expose her to things she’s not ready for.”
Trevor shoved his hands in his pocket and toed the floor. “I won’t. I promise.”
“Okay, Trevor. But next time you’re making out tell the girl to go easy on your delicate skin.”
Trevor didn’t know whether to laugh or stay serious, but then Isaiah pointed at his own neck. “See this? Black never cracks.”
And Trevor lost it, not sure if his laughter was borne of relief that he’d dodged the Pastor Isaiah Bailey bullet, or if the joke was really all that funny.
Chapter Nine
Shanice noticed the change in Trevor first, because she still saw him at school the first year he was in Philip’s custody. Courtesy of Tracee Douglas’ sexual tutelage, he got a bit of reputation with the girls at his high school, especially those willing to put out. Most were saving themselves, since it was a Christian school, but he didn’t have to look far or long to find a girl who was willing to walk a little bit on the wild side with him.
He also had money to burn, so he got an immediate in with the “bad boys” at school. Shanice found him hanging out with boys at school who were into the stuff he’d discovered through Phil’s influence, and needless to say, she didn’t like it one bit.
At eleven, she was still the same Shanice she always had been: never afraid to speak her mind. She marched over to them where they were smoking a joint under a copse of trees on the edge of campus and called him out.
“Trevor!” She stood there with hands on non-existent hips.
“What do you want, Shanice?”
“What’s that in your hand?”
His friends snickered. “Trevor’s getting pwned by his little sister.”
“She looks like a darker version of that little girl on Drake and Josh with that expression on her face,” another said. They all laughed outright this time and passed the joint around.
Trevor was mortified and scared that these guys he was hanging out with were going to rag him forever for this, so he was uncharacteristically harsh. “Mind your own business, kid. Now get the fuck out of here.”
She put her hand on her mouth in shock, because she’d never heard Trevor talk like that to her before. The look of hurt and betrayal on her face made Trevor feel like a first-rate asshole, but he couldn’t take it back in front of his friends. Then she turned and ran away.
Trevor went by the Baileys’ after school. By that time, his fleeting high was gone, and he worried Shanice would rat him out to her parents.
Brenda answered the door with one of the twins on her hip. Ezekiel and Ezra were almost two. “Hey, Trevor! Would you hold Zeke a second until I corral his brother?” She didn’t seem upset or like she didn’t want him to be around, so he figured Shanice hadn’t said anything.
“Sure,” he said and took the toddler, who squealed. “Twevor!”
“Hey, buddy,” Trevor said. He closed the door and carried Zeke into the house behind Brenda, who walked briskly into the family room and scooped up Ezra, who was making circles around the furniture, and deposited him in his high chair.
Trevor sat Zeke in the high chair next to his twin. “Um, where’s Shanice?”
“Homework,” Brenda said as she set places at the table. “But she’ll be down in a few minutes for dinner.”
“Whatever it is you’re cooking smells really good,” he said.
“Pot roast,” she said with a smile. “If you’ll wash your hands and help me finish setting the table, you can join us. I worry Philip doesn’t feed you well.”
“He doesn’t cook, but I get by. I nuke most of the stuff I want to eat.” Trevor went to the sink and quickly washed his hands.
Brenda shook her head. “I keep letting you know you have an open invitation for dinner. And you don’t have to stay in that house alone while Philip’s out of town.”
Trevor followed Brenda’s example and set the rest of the places at the table. By the time he was done, Pastor Isaiah came ambling into the house, booming, “What smells so good?” He walked into the kitchen and saw Trevor. “You don’t look anything like my lovely wife.” Then he gave Trevor one of those guy shakes where they lean in and bump shoulders.
Trevor grinned. “She’s in the kitchen, and the answer to your other question, is pot roast.” Isaiah went over to greet his twins by kissing them each on the top of their heads.
“Daddy!” they squealed.
“You’re staying for dinner, right?” Isaiah said as he left Trevor in the dining room with the twins.
“Yes,” Trevor said. When he turned back to the twins, he saw Ezra was trying to climb out of his highchair. “Oh no you don’t,” Trevor said and re-seated him and adjusted the tray in front of him.
Shanice came down, yelling “Mom!” When she saw Trevor, she pursed her lips and refused to speak to him. She sauntered over to her little brothers and handed Zeke his fallen sippy cup then ruffled Ezra’s hair.
She took the place setting Trevor made next to his own and moved it to the other side of the table by the twins.
“I know you’re mad at me, Shanice, and you’re right to be mad, but please don’t tell your parents what you saw,” he said quickly, before Brenda and Isaiah came in carrying dish
es of food to the table.
Shanice just glared at him and took her seat then played with the twins as if Trevor weren’t there.
After Isaiah said the blessing, they all dug into the meal. There was conversation around the table, but Shanice refused to address Trevor directly; She gave one-syllable answers directed at someone else, or none at all.
Brenda and Isaiah had to notice what was going on, but they didn’t pry. Trevor didn’t have time to be upset. This was his first home-cooked meal in a long time. Since Brenda offered, he’d make this a habit.
At the end of the meal, Trevor said, “I’ll help Shanice do the dishes, Ms. Brenda.”
“Oh, thanks, guys,” Brenda said with a smile. “That means I can bathe the twins early and get them to bed.”
“What about me?” Pastor Isaiah said and waggled his eyebrows.
“You can get your own bath,” Brenda said.
“Ew!” Shanice said. “You guys are gross.”
Trevor felt his face heat up.
“Someday you young people will know what it’s like to have that special someone in your lives,” Isaiah said and helped clear the table.
Shanice held back. “I’ll carry one of the chunkies upstairs for you, Mom,” she said and grabbed Zeke. Brenda took Ezra and they disappeared upstairs.
“My daughter appears to be upset with you.” Isaiah said.
Trevor should have seen this coming. “Yes, sir.”
“What did you do? Honestly, anything you did was wrong from the word go, but you want to talk about it?”
“Well, I was with some guys at school today and Shanice interrupted us.” He left out the part about what they were doing. “I may have hurt her feelings when I asked her to leave us alone.”
“I know you’re growing up, Trevor, and Shanice still has a ways to go, but she has always idolized you, since our Baptist Home days. Go easy on my baby girl, or I might have to slap your face with a glove and challenge you to a duel.”
Trevor grinned. “I can’t duel without a weapon.”
“Who said anything about weapons?” Isaiah put up his fists. “I’m talking about duking it out the old fashioned way.” He jabbed in the air in Trevor’s direction a couple times, and Trevor played along, dodging his fists.