Shadow Seed 1: The Misbegotten

by Richard M. Heredia

  “Were they hard to get?” asked Katie wiggling her sweet ass on my bed.

  “Naw,” I tittered with a grin, “my dad was fucking passed out in his BARCO-Lounger. His beer was still in his hand, the TV was still on, so it was easy. I brought the beer up to the middle of the second flight of stairs, so no one would see it. Then I went back down and woke him up and walked him to bed. He always knocks shit over when he’s drunk. He gave me a big kiss on the head, saying I was a good son and asked to make sure the house was locked up. I thanked him and did what he asked, turned everything off, and then came back for the beer and jola! Not only am I a model son, I can now guarantee, we won’t be disturbed!”

  “Oh my god,” she playfully accused, “a good son who just ripped his dad off for a whole bunch of beer! Shit, Eff, you’re such an ass kisser.”

  I was nodding like a bobble-head and passed a beer over to her, which she popped open like a pro. I follower her lead and we made a toast….

  “…To being together like we were meant to be…!”

  …And, we both took a long pulls of the chilled liquid, feeling the tension melt from our bodies. We brought our cans down about the same time, eyes watering from the alcohol as we tried to spy each other through the blur, sputtering and giggling all the while.

  I smacked my lips. “That was good, Kat, I really needed that,” I admitted wiping at my mouth.

  Katie looked at me through her beer eyes, glittering in the lamplight. “And you make yourself come across like this little goody two-shoes. You’re just as bad as the rest of us.” She chided me, as if I was some kind of poser bad kid or something.

  I guffawed at her naiveté. “Sweetie, you just gotta be smart when you do shit. I think about it in advance. How else could I cover my tracks so well? How can I deflect or guide the way a person thinks about me? So, they would never even imagine, I would do what I really intend to do. It’s all basic shit, Kat, you just have to build a reputation, surround it with a good deed now and again, pepper it with decent grades, keep your parents radar clear, and you would be surprised how much shit you can get away with.” She squinting at me, deep in thought, scratching her temple. “Think about it,” I resumed, “a few months ago, my parents actually let Ramona spend the night with me, up her in the Loft. That was before her mother found out that her older sister was getting t-bagged on a regular basis and before she started acting all stupid and stuff.”

  “How did you guys manage that?” asked my cousin after taking another swig of brew.

  “Well, Ramona had been improving her grades all year, and needed an A on her mid-term to get her grade in History up to a B. I asked my mom if we could cram here, because at her house, Ramona didn’t have a decent place to study. So, her mom and my mom worked it out and Ramona was allowed to spend the night, provided she had her own bed to sleep in, which just happened to be the one my mom made up for you. The one you have yet to sleep in.” I raised my eyebrows, nodding toward that particular piece of furniture, all the way across the Loft.

  “Did you guys actually study?” Katie grabbed her second beer, opened it and took a decent chug. It was her silent way of telling me I better get cracking, so I downed the rest of mine and opened my second.

  “Hell yeah,” I answered emphatically, “but what we didn’t tell our parents was Ramona and I had already been studying for her mid-term for nearly two weeks, so she was like totally prepared. We studied or had her books out until everyone went to bed. We feigned like we were going to sleep. Because I knew we would be surveilled. Sure enough, about a half hour later my mom crept into the Loft to make certain we were in separate beds, like I knew she would. Satisfied, she went to bed herself. About twenty minutes later, we got up, opened a window, popped the screen and made our way to the roof of the Loft, so no one would hear us. We smoked a nice fatty, got on a decent buzz and then took off our clothes and fucked like crazy right there out in the open. It was fucking beautiful…” I let myself fall into silence, remembering Ramona’s hot ass body above mine and the stars silhouetting her form. Her big tits had bounced before me as she repeatedly impaled herself on my cock. I recall her telling me that night she knew I loved her. She could feel it. I had agreed, though I wasn’t entirely certain she was correct. As I looked back on it that night, though, I was fairly certain she had been right, in light of what had happened earlier in the day.

  “Holy fuck…,” managed my cousin, a whisper. I could see the image of me and Ramona, pounding each other in the open air, flashing before her eyes. She liked it. I remember thinking I was going to have to oblige her someday.

  “It was a hella-good fuck, but I don’t know if it was holy, cuz,” I joked.

  She looked at me with a different set of eyes, ignoring my jibe. “So, all this time, you’ve been a naughty boy and everyone thinks your shit doesn’t stink. I mean, grandma thinks the world of you, so do all the aunties. No one can say a bad thing about you without someone in the family standing up to defend you.”

  “I just play my cards, cuz. I look at the stakes and see if my hand can cover, that’s all. If it doesn’t I stand pat, I don’t move forward,” I explained, sipping the top off my beer.

  She reached out and squeezed my knee. “It’s fucking brilliant,” she commented, but complete with a British accent.

  What the fuck!

  I looked askance at her. “What the fuck, Hermione Granger²? What’s gotten into you!?!”

  She laughed at that, and pointed at the beer can she was holding.

  “Oh, I see,” I caricatured my own British self, “you’ve fallen off your crump!”

  She began to laugh even more.

  “Hold on,” I went on, trying to be as Harry as Harry³, “Hermione, are you mad?”

  She grabbed a pillow and put it over her mouth for a few seconds. Then her eyes went wide. She scampered off the bed in a flash, her hand over the top of her beer to keep it from spilling. She ran, full tilt, toward the bathroom. I could tell she had to pee, big-time.

  That was when my cell chirped again and made me frown. Who the fuck would be texting me at this hour? The alcohol had numbed my ability to discern detail. I missed the specifics of the tone accompanying the notification. I reached over and read the text, my mouth gaping at what I read…

  “Babydoll, my mom’s has fucken completely lost it over the fact Selena’s been taking it up the ass or whatever. But, I feel so bad that I couldn’t keep up my part of the bargain. I let you guys down. So, for this one time only, Katie can have you. With the promise that you will never leave me and that we will always be side by side. What do you think? Can you be with your cousin and still love me?”

  I texted back immediately, my finger flying about my phone. “After what I saw you do and say today, I think I will always love you, Mona. I am quite certain of that, but still, are you sure you’re ok with this?” I waited on baited breath for her reply as Katie came out of the bathroom, taking another massive swig of her beer.

  “Eff, she’s wanted to be yours for years. I only had to wait a few months. Go ahead, be with her, show her how awesome you are… and then later, tell me all about it; I want to hear every detail, so I know what my newfound sister is like. I need to find out just as much you, right? If this little experiment is going to work, we gotta test it sometime. I will hook up with you guys tomorrow… ok?”

  Who the fuck was this girl? Did I fucking die and go to heaven? Did my girlfriend just tell me to fuck my cousin and then tell her about it? Was this some sick, kinky shit or what?

  “Ok, love, talk to you tomorrow.”

  “Kk, love you!”

  “What’re you doing, Effy… with that phone?” asked Katie as she tossed her beer can aside and made for the Mickey’s.

  I stopped her and gave her my cell, so she could read the texts. I watched her eyes widen and her lower jaw gape as her eyes danced across the digital words. She swallowed hard and gave the device back to me. She grabbed the Mickey’s, opened it quickly and took a drin
k. She stuck it out toward me, wiping her mouth with the back side of her hand. I took the large glass bottle from her as I walked the phone back to the nightstand and plugged it into the charger. I realized, I was still holding my can of Bud, so I polished it off, and grabbed another.

  “How do you feel, Effy?” she asked very tentatively, like walking through a mine field.

  “I don’t know…” I gazed at her my eyes wavering, as I felt the self-consciousness sink into my very bones. I walked softly back around the bed, the influx of alcohol making the Loft spin a little. “I have dreamt of being with you for a long time now. Even before last summer, every time I saw you and noticed your body was changing, I was attracted to you. You know this…, right?”

  She nodded. “I felt the same then as I do now. I was made for you, I can feel it,” she replied earnestly, wringing her hands before her. “That’s why the attraction was there. We have been like magnets to one another the moment we entered into puberty. That’s why you felt that way you did. Your eyes kept sliding across my body, stopping at every curve, your curiosity peeked, your senses firing like crazy.”

  I was nodding along with her as she and I took the remaining steps between us. I twisted the cap of the Mickey’s as hard as it would good and placed it upright on the bed, should it fall it wouldn’t spill.

  She reached up and touched my cheek. Her fingers traced the contours of my face. Her nails tickled the stubble that had sprouted during the course of the day. “I did the same, Eff. I noticed every change in you, when your chest began to expand…” She brought up her other hand and covered my heart with it, stroking me in slow circles with her fingertips. “…when your shoulders started to broaden and suddenly you so much more imposing than I was…” Her hand fell from my face and onto my shoulder, then she tightened her grip on me and pulled me toward her. Her head leaned to the side, leading with her lips. I peered down at them, they were so thin, so pink, moist…

  …and that’s when we heard footfalls coming up the stairs. We pushed apart like a grenade had gone off between us. Thank god, the TV was still on, the lights were still on, so it wouldn’t look like anything was amiss. I noticed the beer cans then, and bottle upright upon my bed! Oh fuck me Freddy! I screamed within and quickly flipped the bed spread from the top of the bed toward the bottom, covering them. There was another tentative knock on the door not unlike the one we heard a few hours ago.

  Katie walked toward the portal.

  “Come in,” she offered as the door opened and a very groggy version of my mother stepped in with one of the wireless phones in her grip.

  “Katie, honey, it is your sister on the phone for you, and she wants to talk to you.” My mother’s voice sounded like sand paper scraping over rocks.

  Please don’t smell the alcohol on us! Please be too tired to notice!

  Katie let out an exasperated sigh and glanced back at me with a shrug, then strode to the outstretched phone and took it from my mother. My mom smiled wanly at her, waved a second goodnight to me and began walking down the stairs.

  “Marry?” she asked into the receiver, hopeful. “Oh, Carry.”

  It was her oldest sister, which made sense, because only Caroline would have a complete disregard for the time of day she was calling. Marissa tended to be mindful about disturbing people.

  “What’s up…?” she began as she followed my mother to the stairs, but only went down three or four before, she stopped, placing her hand on the knob, and with a regretful look at me, slowly closed the door. She wanted privacy, which I was more than willing to give her.

  Whatever she needed, right?

  I flipped the bed spread back over and gathered the beer cans and put them in the middle of the trash I had in the bin near my desk in order to hide their presence. Then I walked about the Loft, turning off the lights and muted the TV. I left it on, though, to provide a softer source of light than the other, harsher lights in the room. I stopped in the middle of my portion of the room and glanced around, my eyes settling on the top drawer of my dresser. Did you anticipate my intentions, Jake? I stepped over to it and searched around the back and found what I was looking for – two baggies, one sandwich sized, which held the rest of the pot we had bought earlier that day and the other a smaller snack-sized baggie with six perfectly rolled joints. Jake, you the man, you fucking psycho! I needed to chill out. My mind was racing over Katie. I had to pass the time, because there was telling how long the typical Caroline rant would take. That bitch never knew when to shut the fuck up. I searched around for the butane lighter stashed toward the back of the drawer, and grinned when my hand closed over it. I walked into the bathroom, closed the door, turned on the fan, opened the window and toked up.

  Let’s see how good this shit is that Jake brought home today… Shall we?

  { ¹Mickey’s Big Mouth: a malt liquor made by the Miller Brewing Company; widely known for its unique beehive-shaped, wide-mouthed 12 ounce bottle, often called a "grenade" due to its circular waffle design. }

  { ²Hermione Granger: a fictional character and one of the three protagonists (the other two being Harry Potter and Ron Weasley) of J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter series. }

  { ³“Harry as Harry”: referring to Harry Potter of J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter series. }

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  ~ Chapter 21 ~

  (Summer – 2018)

  Absolution

  [He bubbles to the quiet, calm of awareness. His breathing is ragged. There is a light sheen of perspiration on his stone-hard forehead. He mutters, “Here we go…”, and dives back down… in time.]

  I woke up to the smell of marijuana. The windows opposite my bed were open, letting in the cool summer air into my room, lessening the sharp odor of the burning, pungent herb. The TV had been turned off and only the bright light of the moon illuminated the area. I glanced up from my pillow. I found her in the dark, sitting on my desk, smoking, about ten feet away from where I lay. I was barely able to discern the feeble glow of the lit joint in her hand. She brought it to her mouth and inhaled sharply. I could tell that her blouse was open, I could see her breasts in the soft light. Her large nipples were erect in the wafting air, coming from outside. She was basking in the feeling, breathing long, slow breaths when she wasn’t holding in the smoke, letting the night caress her body. She had one foot resting on one of the arms of the office chair near the desk, letting her other leg dangle off the edge of the desk. As my eyes gained strength in the semi-darkness, I realized she was completely naked form the waist down. She wasn’t just enjoying the touch of the playful breeze against her breasts. She was liked the gentle touch of it along the folds of her vagina, that’s why her nipples were hard. It wasn’t from the cold. There was no cold that night. She was turned on, arousing herself in the combination of the elements and the drugs. She was so beautiful and erotic at the same time, I felt myself thickening in my shorts at the sight of her.

  She exhaled, sending a large puff of smoke out of the window – a long, slow exhalation, as if she were savoring the taste. She was waiting for it to alter the state of her mind. This was the practiced patience of a long-time pot smoker. Be slow, let it come on its own. I couldn’t help myself. I smiled. Katie had always been such a bad girl…

  Suddenly, she turned toward me. Her eyes, twin shards, reflected the moonlight, seemed to illuminant from the top down, giving her an eerie sort of look. Although I hadn’t so much as raised my head, she sensed something was different with me, possibly my breathing. It was no longer rhythmically paced with sleep.

  “You awake, Effy?” she addressed the darkness, her voice wistful, waif-like.

  “Yes,” I whispered back.

  She doused the joint, on what, I couldn’t tell. She got off the desk and came to the edge of the bed, her hand coming forth to grab my right foot. She began by squeezing my toes. Then, after a few seconds, she took hold of the entire ball of my foot and used it as some sort of anchor to pull herself onto the bed.

  In
stinctively, I brought my legs closer together, so she could straddle them. I felt her smooth thighs against my chins, so tantalizingly aware her pussy would most likely gape in that position. I hadn’t realized I was as hard as a rock. My body instinctively knew her womanhood was less than two feet away. Desperately, I wanted to be inside it.

  She put her weight on me, while she arched her back and took off her top. For the first time in my life, my cousin, Katie, was entirely nude before me - glorious, warm, and soft.

  I didn’t know my cock could stiffen more, but it did. She must’ve felt my body go slightly rigid, because she looked down just below my waist. I could tell by the shape of her face, even in diffused light, she was smiling. She grabbed the waistband of my shorts. I lifted my hips to make it easier for her to take them off. She was able to pull down about four inches before the front of the garment got hung up on the tip of my penis. I heard her giggle like she used to when we were kids, playing - except this was a game of a different sort. This was one where I flipped the waistband of my shorts over and my cock sprung into the night air before her.

  “Aaah,” she moaned through a breath, “bigger than last time…” It was a thought verbalized without her caring she’d done so.

  I hunched upward from the bed and took off my shirt as she pulled my shorts the rest of the way off. Her hands were already going between her own legs to accomplish the task. When they came free of my heels, she tossed by bottoms over her head and stared down at me. For the first time in her life, I was entirely nude before her - hard, warm, and male.

  She leaned forward until her hands were on my chest. She dug her nails into me and scratched me down the whole length of my body, making me shiver with delight. Her hands passed within inches of my throbbing dick. When she came to my knees, she stopped. With a minimal amount of pressure, she pushed my legs apart. My feet passed under her taunt vagina, one of my toes brushing lightly against the moist, pliant folds of skin there. She squealed with anticipation.