Past Capture Part 1
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Edward Gregory strode over confidently to her locker after school and asked to speak to her. They had physical education class together earlier in the morning and yet he said nothing. He had waited after school knowing kids hang out around her area to make a scene. She had half the mind to decline but with Amy jumping behind her urging her on caused a string of unwilling attention and it became vital she did not do something imprudent like embarrass the boy. She would definitely face retribution from half the female body. It was a life and death matter, signing her own death certificate even. So she went along with him to the bleachers out in the football field. Thankfully not one could follow as the field was spacious with nowhere to hide.
Facing her with a mastered puppy look, he said all the pretty little words of how she was different than any other girl he had ever met and wished to know more about her via a date tomorrow night. Movie, dinner and possibly a night cap, no doubt. She hoped he realized not all girls were stupid. He summarized everything and said ‘See you, tomorrow night!’ with the air that she agreed to it. He never thought she would decline.
Rushing to get in front of him so he would look her in the eye, she made sure to let him know about her intentions. Her fake ‘intentions’ of course. The whole ‘I’m sorry I have a boyfriend out of state and seeing how you’re so handsome and such a gentleman, you would understand that I cannot go out with you’ reason. Edward was unable to retort seeing how well crafted her reason was, appealing to his manliness and shooting him down at the same time. Hey, she had a lot of time and help from her step-father. Instead of typical mother and daughter bonding time over something related to sex, she and her step-father had sat together one night and gone over different scenarios. Her step-father warned her that guys during high school are different and may be pushy so when they start pushing, do the faking as long as it protects her. At the end, she would save herself from harm and the boy from doing something he would regret.
Turning off the faucet earlier than usual seeing how the mood was ruined by Edward Gregory, she toweled off and wrapped the fuzzy cloth around herself. Their bathroom is pretty cool, with an entire wall as a long mirror. Her mother said it was easier to shower and dress at the same time so she did all the bathrooms the same. Cleaning it with her height was another matter entirely but Lulu naturally did not need to be concerned about that. Lulu and father have one in their masters and Binna and her step-brother Trent shared one.
Trent was a year older and living on campus so she got the whole bathroom to herself. Her mother remarried last year so it was kind of awkward for her having lived with only her mother for so long. She only met her step-father once before the two adults tied the knot. Binna had no say in it and no preparation for her heart. It was not necessary when Logan and Trent treated her with a respectful distance.
After the marriage, Binna heard gossips about her mother when she walked home from school. Her mother was one who would call a ‘cougar’. She still had trouble wrapping her mind around the word but apparently according to the internet it is used to label an older woman marrying a hot young thing. And her step-father definitely fit the hot and young label. It was surprising he remained single for so long until Lulu managed the unthinkable. A little unkind of her but Lulu and the word marriage never connected in her mind.
The man was like a walking sex god with muscular thighs and hard abs. The genes definitely carried to Trent because he was already as tall as his step-father, Logan. Trent followed his father’s footsteps and played sports all his life. DNA was no small impact. Naturally, Logan and Trent would sometimes be mistaken as brothers much to her mother’s amusement but this relationship cannot be transmitted to her and mother. Mother, Lulu, which she liked to be called from Luisa, was much more sophisticated looking and tall too. Tall like her young husband. If one asked whether Lulu and her new husband matched, let’s just say no would dare to say the negative in her presence. Considering her height, add to the fact she was a decade older pitting her at forty, she was like a sister or mother to her husband.
Binna shuddered remembering the cold icy glare her mother sent the waitress commenting how she was blessed with such beautiful offspring. That chilling stare had always never ceased to freeze Binna to the spot from outside all the way to the very cells that made up her body. That was how frightening it was. The waitress was fortunate to escape unscathed because she was admiring the men. Binna would never stop looking at Lulu. She had only seen it twice in her life and that was enough. Once it was because she came home late, staying after school for a project. Her mother thought that at eighth grade, she was already locking lips with half the male population. Where the heck did she get such an idea from? Apparently from the newspaper about youngsters with no morals these days and engaging in sexual relationships with peers. Lulu had high expectations of her daughter but never seemed to factor that having a young husband would be against the norm. It was no use. What Lulu believes, Lulu gets.
The last time was only two months ago, it was her grades. It slipped by half a percent pitting her at a 3.5 GPA. She thought she would die if Logan did not return early from work and managed to placate her mother. The punishment had visibly shaken her and for a few days after she was still haunted by dreams of the multiple times her legs met the Sweeper. There would be no going near that tool for weeks or even months.
Mother had to get a ‘spa’ to de-stress herself, leaving her and Logan at home. Binna retreated immediately to her bedroom. Tears were not foreign to her as they fell like rain drops and she gingerly felt over her aching injuries. At least her skin did not open, just red and blotchy. When all was quiet, Logan slipped into her room that night. There was something sensual that evening when he gently pulled up her cover sheets and rolled up her pajamas to see the broom marks. Cool cream and warm fingers knead her legs and she sighed like a contented kitten. His magical touch did something her own could not, soothing her heart. After the massage he did not leave but instead, he got into her tiny bed and snuggled with her. She should kick him out, she knew that. If it was her real father, she probably would. However, Logan was so comforting that made it seem like something fathers would normally do to their little child. He let her cry herself to sleep while smoothing her back with his large hand. He stroked every two times, that was how tiny she was.
Mother was at least six feet like him so she expected to gain some height soon but apparently her stock from her father’s side was bad. It would never be mother’s side. She was a brilliant psychiatrist. She could see her deficiency every day in the mirror and hear it at least once a day. The words never pained her as since long ago they became the part akin to breathing. If she wanted to live, she would need to accept it. There was also the part that it was true. Binna was short and pubescent looking. Many times she was mistaken as a middle school student. It was only until recent years that she started to develop some curves.
Standing with just a towel in front of the mirror, she blushed. Her baby cheeks pleasantly pink like someone had pinched it. She could still remember Logan on her bed. He was huge with his knees dangling off. His chest so wide, it engulfed her completely. She felt so safe in his arms. Shaking her head and slapping her cheeks like a sumo wrestler dislodged the memory of her head using Logan’s wide chest as a pillow. Talk about inappropriate. Had she ever thought of Logan as her father? That was a dangerous train of thought and her mind refused to go down that lane for there will definitely be retribution in the future.
Her eyes went back to the critically examination of herself. Did she grow taller? At almost five feet, she was a tiny little thing in high school. There, perhaps only a dozen people were around her height. The rest of the student population were lanky giants towering over her. It was intimidating and frightening. To Binna, it was more of a curse whereas to all her friends, they believed she had the perfect little animal stature that guys had the urge to protect but she knew better. No guy had ever approached her until Logan.
Stepping away from the bea
utiful black marble sink, she took in her whole body. She has some curves. Her breasts are developing and she hopes they will grow. It was a tad bit daunting to discover Amy is already the size of a C cup after puberty hit. Binna turned to the side and smiled a little shyly. At least her ass is round and pert. She wriggled a little and grimaced at the fat that moved underneath the towel. What did the health teacher say? Love yourself? It was hard when she was drilled since little about fat. Lulu was a lanky fat-free goddess. Should she go on diet?
Logan would be devastated. He set healthy guidelines for everybody promoting the idea of healthy living. He was the cook in the family as Lulu never wanted to damage her manicured hands. Binna had learned the art of the microwave when she was in elementary and stepped up to more home cooked meals during high school. If not, both mother and her would go hungry.
“I’m home!”
Binna gasped at the voice that pulled her out of memory lane. That voice…Trent! She wasn’t aware he would be coming home for the weekend. Logan would have mentioned for certain at yesterday’s dinner. Could he have forgotten? She had anticipated for some desperately needed alone time. Logan had this meeting with some investors for this building his architectural firm was responsible for and mother went to her psychiatrist association retreat. She thought she would be all alone to enjoy a long awaited break so she – so she – the DVD! There was no time to debate whether she misheard or Logan did not relay the information to her.
The dire situation called for immediate action so she swung the door open and ran down to the living room clutching the towel like her life depended on it. She skidded to a halt and her blood drained as she watched Trent looking at the television where a man and woman are doing the cowgirl on a large table. It was one of those intense scenes that went on for at least thirty minutes. Her eyes watched Trent as he watched expressionlessly at the woman bouncing up and down the man’s visible joystick, moaning long and deep.
Trent pressed pause and turned to her with his arms crossed. With a contemplative expression, his lips pursed as he waited for her to answer. She must be blushing scarlet from head to toe because she was practically boiling inside. What should she say? Swallowing hard, she looked down clutching her white towel with both hands in tight fists. As the silence dragged on, the cool conditioned air brushed against her naked skin. Her legs were awfully chilly after the shower. The little towel was barely long enough to reach her knees. She swore she could hear her heart thumping loudly in her ears. Did Trent hear it too? He must have. The sound was so loud.
“So you like going into my room?” He said conversationally. She swallowed audibly but remained silent. Water dripped down her shoulders and back, causing her to shiver. She did not particularly like going into his room but it all started that one time when she needed to borrow his printer. While waiting for the thirty something pages her sadistic teacher asked her class to write, she looked around a little. Earlier that day Amy had peaked her interest that guys liked to hide things underneath large objects, so seeing the bookcase with some room underneath she curiously reached in and found this stack of porn. She would not tell him she had watched many of his collection. She was particularly fond of this production because it appeared so romantic. The candles and Jacuzzi scene melted her romantic radar.
“Binny.” Trent murmured and she jumped back. He was so close. Only two more steps and he could touch her. They froze. The clock ticked in the background counting down her doom. Would he tell mother? Logan? The humiliation. Just imagining her mother coming back early brought the shakes to her.
“Binny!” She collapsed into Trent’s arm, her legs shaking uncontrollably from fear of her mother. Trent knelt, slid her to his chest and his arm brought her legs up in a princess carry. Warmth seeped to her legs from his bare arms touching her skin. He had gotten strong again. Must be college football, Logan had updated everybody during family dinner the other day.
Sitting down on the sofa with her still in his arms, one hand braced her back so she sat upright and his other hand rubbed her thighs soothingly. She shivered and buried herself at the crook of his neck. This position was mighty comforting.
“Binny, are you feeling better?” Trent’s voice rumbled in her ears and she blushed harder. It was hard to believe that they were only one year apart. He was so much older and wiser in her opinion. How could he have known otherwise that she wanted comfort the most right now?
She only nodded and they sat there for a long time until she was ready to break the silence. The question threatened to claim her sanity if she waited any longer. If she was doomed, she would rather find out ahead of time. “Are you going to tell mother?” Not mom or mommy. Always mother or Lulu.
“I won’t. Don’t worry. I would never do that to you.” He whispered and tilted her head back gently so she could see his beautiful hazel eyes. “So don’t worry.” Her eyelids closed when he slowly leaned down to kiss the edge of her eye and temple. He breathed in her wet hair and she felt her heart just on the verge to explode. What was he doing? She could not understand this Trent. He never touched her so intimately before. The temperature was incredibly hot and she needed to cool down. Sitting on him practically naked was not ‘cooling’ and definitely something she never thought possible. They hardly ever touched when he was still living at home one year ago. It was like ‘hi’ or ‘nice day’ but never a kiss or handshake. Nothing. Pushing away, she stood gingerly and looked at him for the first time he came home after a month. Was this Trent? The boy or rather man in front of her was tanner than before and his dark hair was thrown in absurd ways, making him look raw and manly. They stared at each other because she was so damn short. Nodding her head she walked briskly back upstairs, desperate to forget the reluctant expression on his face. She must be imagining everything.
In the sanctuary of her room, she buried herself in bed, hugging her long cushion Logan bought her for raising her mark back to 4.0. He was so sweet. She would rather Logan was here. It seemed natural for him to touch her, a slight pat on her head, a little push at the concave above her ass but not Trent. He burned her immediately. The awkward and tense atmosphere was always present, sizzling in the background.
Wearing her roomy sweater and leggings, she silently crept down the stairs ready to explain her reason for trespassing his private space when moans echoed to her location at the fifth step from the ground level. She grimaced. He obviously did not take out the DVD. Should she enter? But what if he was doing something? Of course she shouldn’t enter then! About to turn back, Trent’s voice called her to stop.
“Binny, come on down.”
Her heart stopped and cold sweat drenched her back. Did she hear right? It couldn’t be? What was Trent thinking?
“Binny.”
At Trent’s beckoning call, her feet took her to Trent and she stood there, with her head bowed in shame. He clucked his tongue and yanked her down to him, once again placing her sitting upright on his lap. Her heart pounded erratically as she stared at him, eyes wide with astonishment of his strength. Her emotions were conflicted about the situation they found themselves in but it was nothing unpleasant.
“Wha – What is it Trent?”
“Let’s watch it together.” He smiled reassuringly at her, brushing a tendril behind her ears. “It’s getting good.” He turned his head back facing the large plasma screen and so did she before she got stuck staring at his handsome side profile instead. What was Trent’s intention?
Surrounded by a soft glow, the beautiful trim woman rose from the bath, water and soap slid down her beautiful perky breasts to the apex of her sex. The woman was shaved down there and the man in the movie slid a few fingers up her inner thighs to touch the intimate opening. The woman released a lusty moan and held onto the man’s shoulder with one hand, while the other squeezed her breast, stimulating herself.
Binna’s heart raced watching the man fingering the woman with one hand and the other squeezing her other breast, the nipple popped out between his long t
hick fingers as he clutched that soft flesh.
Trent squeezed her thighs and she gasped, looking down. Those hands on her thighs caused an ache in another place. Her breasts appeared full all of a sudden and she wanted nothing more for him to touch her there. Her hands were grasping her long sleeve sweater in tight fists and she relaxed them a little. Her palm would have nail marks if she continued.
The woman in the video screamed, bringing her eyes back up to see the woman sitting on the edge of the Jacuzzi while the man licked her. He ate at her intently, slurping and murmuring with appreciation. It was so wrong to watch something so private, yet it felt wonderful. It was so wonderfully wrong.
As if the woman was jolted by electricity, she arched her back and ran her fingers through the man’s short hair. Binna’s mind replaced the man’s face briefly with Trent’s and she trembled. Trent’s arm behind her shifted, his hand rubbing her pelvis as if encouraging her to bravely finish the video. Was he aware that his touch was setting off the onstage of hyperventilation or rendering all comprehensive thoughts to escape her mind? She blinked again and breathed in deeply, trying to employ all the yoga techniques she had learned from television. As expected, anything you need will not reveal itself when needed.
The woman was now writhing side to side like she was tortured by the forces known as tremendous pleasure. The woman’s deep velvet coloured clit was pleasured by the tip of the man’s pink tongue and sucked by the man’s soft wonderful lips while her vagina was invaded by the man’s three thick fingers. The man’s intention was clear as the momentum of his onslaught quicken. The woman was going to have an exploding climax.
The erotic images bombarded her psyche continuously until rationality was pushed to the cliff of her mind. Binny’s eyes began to droop, her breathing laboured as she rested her head on Trent’s shoulder bulging with muscles. It was too much, her nipples felt hard like eraser tips and it throbbed, aching for what the man in the video was doing. Something seemed to be leaking from her vagina. She felt Trent’s chest rumble deeply, startling her out of her heady slumber. Looking up into his eyes changed their lives forever.