I spun in Katie’s grasp, the silkiness provide by the soap making this a simple act. I reached down with both hands and began to explore the round firmness of her buttocks. Probably not the smartest thing to do, because my dick immediately began to respond to that as well and another twist of pain flared through me - from sphincter to ball sack to the base of my lower intestine. God damn, I must’ve pumped a week’s worth of cum into the girl!
She stared up at my with a dreamy look in her eyes. It was a look I had seen when she was on the verge of being completely stoned out of her mind, but this was different and infinitely more fun to watch. She was sober. She was coherent. She knew precisely what was going on around her. This was the look of a girl in love. This was my girl – well, one of them – in love with me.
I felt higher than the sky at that moment. Even though I would feel similar emotions for other women in my life to follow, this one was unique, intense, most likely due to the fact it was rooted in taboo. It was exciting. Besides, most of those feelings were experienced after the blood began to coat the ground, before the running, the screaming and the ever-flowing tears.
When I felt what I did that morning with Katie in my arms, well, it was devoid of taint of any sort. Being related didn’t factor. That is the only way I can describe it to you. It was unscathed, like a new born baby – entirely untouched by the world.
“Well, my big, beautiful cousin, what are we going to do today?” she purred in my arms. Her hands dropped down like mine, to find my ass, her fingers clenching and unclenching until, without warning, one of them dipped into my ass crack. The pad of her digit poised directly over my asshole.
I moaned with pleasure.
She stroked my puckered hole in a slow circular fashion, which made me putty in her arms. I hadn’t known, at the time, ass play was one of my many fetishes, but what can I say I was still a kid.
“Love, please stop to I am going to erupt with the worlds’ most painful hard on,” I pleaded.
She giggled against me and pulled forth her finger. “For another time then,” she promised.
I grinned like a retard.
She continued to stare up at me, expectant, her fathomless eyes. I could’ve drowned within them, they were so large.
What was she had asked…?
Oh yeah, about today.
“So, about today,” I began, trying to steer the conversation away from anything sexual in nature.
Katie nodded, but stayed silent, peering up at me with big green-blue eyes – or was it the other way around. They sometimes change color frequently, especially when she was emotional.
When she’s orgasmic, they can change right before one’s eyes. It is pretty amazing.
“I think we owe Ramona a detailed rendition of what happened last night,” I smiled at her.
She giggled and squeezed me about the waist, wrapping a leg around me and grinding her public bone into my thigh. I swear to god, I had felt her clit right then, but I forced those thoughts away, not wanting to fall down writhing in pain.
“We should also touch base with Jacob to see what hair-brained schemes he has concocted regarding Lisa’s disappearance, and of course, we should ask my mother and father whether or not you can stay here permanently,” I said.
She smiled at my discomfort that old wicked Katie back in full force.
“Well, whadaya think?”
She nodded in agreement, but didn’t move per se. She actually had the audacity to grind herself on my leg, seeing if she could illicit a response from my aching nut sack on purpose. Little bitch! “I think that sounds like a plan,” she gurgled through suppressed laughter a short while later.
I glanced down at her without moving my head, my irises just peaking over my bottom eyelids. “You just wait until I recover, Kat,” was my auspicious comment.
“Oooooh, and just what are you gonna do to me, cousin?” Her orbs never left mine. She couldn’t wait to find out and then get right to it. She wanted me again!
“Everything,” I replied trying to sound ominous, but it totally fell flat against a girl as eager as Katie. I could tell she had gotten past whatever it was that had happened in my bedroom and was looking forward to another round of love making.
Katie didn’t reply. She growled deep her throat and her eyes sort of glossed over. I knew if my balls hadn’t been as depleted as they were, I would’ve taken her right there in the shower, standing up, her bent over, laying down, it wouldn’t have mattered. I would’ve fucked her.
Instead, my thoughts were scattered by an irksome twist somewhere between my anus and the base of nuts. Once again, I banished such predatory ideas and smiled regretfully back at her. Our hands were still idly stroking and squeezing each other’s butts, the water cascading along the back of my head, splattering her now and again.
“We should finish up,” I said, just above the constant noise of the shower, but made no move to do so as I lower my head.
Katie responded at once, arching her feet, standing upon the pads. She met me halfway. Our lips touched, our mouths parting, our tongues danced, while our hands roamed each other, for so long, I lost track of time.
I think I forgot the world had ever existed, standing there kissing my beloved Katie, in the shower, in the summer of 2018.
*****
The morning was nearly over by the time we emerged from the bathroom, finally ready for the day – wash-up, teeth brushed, clothes on, etc. This, of course, took us an inordinate amount of time, because it seemed neither of us really wanted to put our clothes back on. We couldn’t get enough of the other’s body. We had to see them, we had to touch them, taste them, and smell them. If I hadn’t come close to losing myself in the wondrous scent of Katie’s newly washed hair and began to exude that smell (as Katie had termed it), I don’t think we would’ve ever put our clothes back on at all. We would have drifted to my bed and continued to make out. That would’ve led to just about every sort of sexual experience I could think of. I don’t think anything would have been off the table that morning. We were just too intoxicated with one another. We were addicted. After three and a half centuries, not much had changed. I just have more of them to love.
Anyhow, we did eventually come from the bathroom properly primed. I, in a pair of cargo shorts and a matching tan colored t-shirt with a “Chicano Power¹” placard silkscreened across the front, a copy of the Aztec calendar on the back. Katie wore a pair of denim shorts that were so short they literally ended right at the cusp of her butt cheeks. She had a loose fitting see-through shirt, very light blue with buttons up the front, though she only fastened three of them. She wore this over a tight, spaghetti-stringed tank top that was a few shades lighter than the outer garment. Neither of us bothered with shoes or socks for now. We had no intention of leaving the house anytime soon.
I made my way to the nightstand where I plugged in my cell, glancing at the time, which shouldn’t have surprised me, but it did.
9:49 am!!! Shit, Katie and I had been kissing and fondling each other for almost two hours! No, more than that!
I must have said something or squawked in surprise, because Katie asked, from the other side of the Loft, what was the matter.
I shook my head and shoulders in the ubiquitous “no big deal” fashion, but said aloud: “We were in the bathroom for more than two hours!”
Katie laughed and turned away to rearrange some of her stuff. I couldn’t see what, exactly, she was blocking my view. She was rifling through the small chest of drawers my parents had placed near her bed. She was to use it for the duration of her stay with us.
I glanced at my cell again and saw the “missed call” and “voicemail” icons in the notification band at the top of the device. It looked as though there were multiple ones at that. I spun about and sat on the bed, my back to Katie, and slide my finger across the phone, saying softly, “Dial voicemail”. This activated the device and it automatically began to execute my command. I put it to my ear, and was shocked to hear th
at I had seven messages. God damn! I pushed the button on the touchscreen and waded through the menu, and then I heard Ramona’s voice:
“Hey babes, it’s me. I know you’re probably at school by now, but I had to wait until my stupid ass mom left for work before I could call you. She wasn’t even letting me use my phone, the fucken bitch! Anyhow, enough about her, I’m at home, text me when you are out of class, so we can meet up somewhere. Luv u, bye!”
The next was not really a message. It was more of a hang-up. It was from Ramona as well. I figured she was dying to find out what happened between me and Katie and had dialed again and forgot I was unavailable.
The next was Jacob. “Hey, ass munch, didn’t go to school today, decided to spend some time with some of the guys ‘from around the way’. Wanna get a head start on what you asked me to do yesterday. Ok cool! Oh, and tell Katie I’m ready and waiting. Hahahahaha, later deeeeck!”
What an idiot, I thought as I erased the message and moved to the next. My reaction was immediate, because I didn’t know the number, but I definitely knew the person. I was shocked.
It was Tirza!
What the hell? I had just thought, when:
“Uh, hey Estefan, I am sorry for calling, but I had to wait until I got to school, so I could use the payphones here. Uh… well, jeez, I don’t know what to say other than you were the only person I could think to call, because no one would expect me to call you, so I… uh, ‘em calling. Do you think we could meet somewhere, alone, in private? I really need to talk to you? And not about us, or you and Ramona, this is about something else. I promise no underhanded stuff. I’m not out trying to get you back or anything. I just need to get some advice. Ok? Please call me or text me when you get this message. I was hoping to catch you here, but I haven’t seen you yet, so I guess you’re elsewhere. Anyway, call me, ok?”
My brow must have been furled beyond belief or the expression on my face must have betrayed the complete bewilderment, because someone put a hand on my shoulder and said with concern, “Are you ok?”
I turned, startled and wide-eyed.
It was Katie.
I hadn’t even felt her sit down next to me.
“Effy, you look like you just heard from a ghost,” she commented further, her hand giving me an involuntary squeeze.
“I think I did just hear from a ghost,” I mumbled, barely audible, nearly incoherent.
Then, the next message began, which startled me out of my thoughts. I just about dropped the god damned phone on the ground.
“Effy, I hope you are feeling better,” began the voice of my mother. “Hey listen, I forgot to mention that Johan and Flavia will be walking home from school by 12:33 this afternoon. They will drop by and pick up Martín from his school on the way. He doesn’t get out until 1:30, so they should make it in time. From there they will all be walking to the house, and should be there by 2 pm, 2:30 at the latest. Ok? Good? Ok, then. I hope you are feeling better, mijo. I love you. Bye.”
I hardly heard the message, though I committed some of what she said to memory – “walking home”, “all of them”, and “will be there at 2pm”.
“Is everything alright?” implored Katie at my side.
I half-smiled and waved gently in the positive, indicating that there will still more messages.
She nodded in acquiescence and let her hand fall from me.
“Eff, it’s Tirza again. Please call, ok? I promise no funny stuff, nothing mushy. I promise! Bye.”
Jesus H. Christ what in the Nine Hells was going on!
And the last was from Tirza as well…
“…It’s Tirza again, going to be tardy, but I don’t care. Just call...”
…and then there was nothing for the last forty minutes or so. Tirza had called all three times from school, using different payphones each time, because the originating numbers were different as well.
I killed the uplink and looked over at Katie. “Wow,” was all I could manage.
She frowned prettily, and tilted her head slightly to the right. “What is it, Effy? What happened?”
“It was Tirza.” I said it somewhat slower than normal as I was still trying to absorb the impact of her calling me after so much bad blood had been spilt between us.
“Tirza!?!” Her tone alone was enough to establish her surprise, if not some degree of outrage. I mean, Katie, didn’t really hold a grudge against Tirza. At least, not on a personal level, but she still had no cause to like her either, especially after she had dumped me like a turd in a pond. Her loyalty was to me, being family and all, so her incredulity was justified.
“Yeah, she called me three times actually.” I was still only half in the conversation and half trying to figure out what on earth Tirza could want with me - “alone, in private” for that matter.
“Three times!?! Holy shit, Eff, what the fuck for? Is she trying to get to your dick or something?”
I shook my head back and forth, answering my cousin in the negative, but it was more of an involuntary movement. I was too wrapped up in thought. “I have no idea… she just said she wanted to talk, alone and away from others,” I replied absently.
“Alone, you mean, in private?” Katie stood of a sudden, rounding on me with her hands on her hips.
I glanced up, seeing her with my all of my attention for the first time. Ah shit, she gonna be possessive now, I thought, resigned, but what the hell else should I have expected. I was her man, even though she had agreed to share me with Ramona. It didn’t change the fact she would automatically feel a sense of propriety with me when it came to others outside our twisted threesome.
“She gave her word she wouldn’t try any funny business. Typically, when she says there’s going to be no hanky-panky, she means it,” I offered, not sure it would be enough to mollify the girl.
“Yeah right, and what if you use your newfound ‘powers’ on her, huh? Even by accident, you could make her go crazy for your cock in seconds,” she pointed out without skipping a beat, her brows knitted even closer together than they had been few moments ago.
“Oh shit, I hadn’t thought of that!”
“Not every girl has the ability to resist like me, Estefan. Any normal girl could become overwhelmed by your smell in a few heart beats and then what? I’m gonna have to share you with another person? Fuck that shit!” She came closer and edged her way between my knees; her hands upon them, making me look in her eyes. “I love you so much, Effy. Remember that, ok?”
“Of course, Katie, you have my word on that,” I responded in kind, placing my hands atop hers. “I will never forget that.”
She smiled, genuinely and so full with admiration, I almost forgot it was Katie Lorraine before me and not some other girl. The old Katie never would have been this open with anyone - that included me.
“So, now what?” she asked the subject closed and behind us.
“Well, it was more than just Tirza that called,” I supplied with a deep, overwrought breath. “My mom, Ramona, and Jacob called as well.”
“God damn, you got blown up this morning!”
“Yeah, I know, huh?” I added, resigned to the fact I’d be busy replying to all of them. Katie and I had really spent too much time feeling each other up. If I had been capable of fucking, we probably would’ve still been going at one another and then what? I would’ve had fifteen messages. “Jacob said he was going to hang out with some of his low-life pals today to see if he could get any info on Lisa’s disappearance,” I began, detailing the content of the messages. “Oh and he said he was ready and waiting for you to jump in his arms.”
Katie rolled her eyes. Then she reached out gently to stroke my junk through the thick cotton shorts I was wearing. “I’m taken,” she cooed with an over-done lick of her lips.
My penis spasmed at once and, for the first time in quite a while, it didn’t yodel with pain. Not wanting to risk it though, I placed Katie’s adventurous hand within mine and brought it up to my mouth and kissed the back of it. She g
rinned from ear to ear.
I took a deep breath and went on. “Ramona said that her mother was giving her grief all night and this morning too. She said she was at home, waiting for me to get out of school. She doesn’t know I got sick earlier. She doesn’t know I’m here. I need to call her and give her the 411.”
Katie Nodded sagely.
“And lastly, my mom said that all the kids, except Lucia will be walking home. They should be here by 2 o’clock or so, and that’s it,” I proclaimed. She stood still between my legs, so I leaned forward and hugged her around the waist, making her angle into me.
She hugged me back, about the head, which I had turned to the said, my ear firmly up against the top of her flat tummy. Her fingers played about my shaved head. “We should probably invite Ramona over for brunch and tell her all about our foray into wild sex last night…” She trailed off into thought. I knew she was thinking about the relentless pace of our time as one. It had been so good.
I looked up at her and watched as her large nipples hardened under her tank top, realizing she wasn’t wearing a bra when the thought of food hit me. Suddenly, I was aware I was hungry, especially after having thrown up a few hours ago. I kept on staring at her luscious nips as I replied, “Yeah, we should. She’s probably chomping at the bit in anticipation and… well, she’s probably nervous up the ass too. Wouldn’t you think?”
Katie glanced down at me and caught me ogling over her erect nipples and gave my ear a playful tug, so that I was forced to look at her. “Call her, Eff. Let’s see if our demented little plan can survive the fact that you’ve fucked someone else other than her.”
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