by S. I. Hayes
“Then, I guess you got two bits of good tonight.” Kayce says, finally calming.
I glance at her; she is fresh-faced, in a tank, and if my peripheral vision from her jumping, was correct, a pair of little shorts.
“Yes.”
I tilt my head. “Yes?”
“Yes, you dolt. To our conversation earlier. Let’s do this; try it on for size. See how we fit.”
I smile. “I would really like that.”
“Good, so I’ll see you tomorrow after I get out of work, swing by the house. We can hang out. Grandpa’s going to the Lodge, and mom’s got a double at Denny’s.”
“Sounds good, should I bring anything? A bucket of chicken? Snacks, movies?”
“All that. Oh, and condoms.”
I look at her, stunned as she wiggles her fingers at me, grins then hangs up.
***
Today has been strange. I’m on cloud nine but can’t really show it. My parents would find a way to destroy all my happiness if I did. I called the DMV and made an appointment to take the driver’s exam again. I’m pretty sure I’ll pass it this time as I took six practice exams and passed all of them. If I’m going to be going to Pennsylvania, I’m gonna need transportation. If I take out a small loan for school, I can afford to dip into my college fund for a car. The cold is coming back, so much to my chagrin, I’m having to Uber it around before going to Kaycee’s house. I run the tab on the emergency credit card.
I’m in Walmart, having taken a ride out to New Castle. It’s the only place I could get all the things I needed for today. They have a food center, so the chicken was even doable. I also got potato wedges and cheese curds cause I know Kaycee loves them. Along with a four-pack of California Raspberry Coke. Another of Kaycee’s likeables. For snacks, we have redvines, chocolate reisen, gummy bears, and of course, popcorn with extra movie theater butter.
I pick up the remake of Fahrenheit 451, an adaptation of a book of the same name by Ray Bradbury. It’s Sci-fi, but it’s also got a deeper message. About man, and what happens when we lose touch with each other to only focus on technology. It may have been written in the early twentieth, but the man knew some shit.
I’m standing in the sexual wellness section, you know, right next to the tampons? Guess it’s better than at CVS, where it's next to the pregnancy tests! I mean, if you need one, you don’t usually need the other, am I right?
I’ve never bought condoms. When Q’ira and I were having sex, she took care of that. I just had to put them on. There are so many kinds, Trojan, SKYN, LifeStyles, Durex. Everyone has a pleasure pack of some kind. Flavors? Just eww. Then there’s latex-free. If she needed those, she’d have said. Right? I’m thinking anything that says Fire is bad and anything too thin, not good either. I sigh and just take a pack of LifeStyles Ultra-Sensitive. They say it’s like being bare. I wouldn’t know. I get to the register and am sure I’m fifty shades of red.
“Have a nice night.” The girl that rings me out giggles as I take my bags. Yup red as an apple.
Getting to Kaycee’s, I’m nervous as all fuck. I swear I wasn’t this on edge when Q’ira and I had sex the first time. Though it was kinda sprung on me. Or rather, she sprang on me. It was sloppy and short-lived, to say the least. Though according to her, I had a great recovery time. I also eventually, improved.
I take a deep breath and knock. She opens the door in yoga pants and a thick cable knit sweater down to her mid-thigh.
“Hey.” She lets me in, and I notice there is a roaring fire.
“Sorry, it’s a bit cold. The oil tank is, well- empty. So it’s just the fireplace and a space heater right now.”
“It’s fine; we’ll build a fort, then we can watch the movie.” I hold up my bags.
“I’ll just put this in the oven then. You know where the linens are.”
I nod. We used to build forts in the living room all the time. We’d have competitions and see who could withstand more nerf gun attacks. I was usually the loser. Somehow her’s were always more structurally sound.
I grab the sheets and ropes plus a few nails and a hammer. Being taller than four feet now has its advantages. I suspend ropes and tie up the sheets, making us a fine canopy with the space heater at its source and the fire at the other end. Making a nicely heated environment. I pull all the pillows off the couch into the floor and cover them with blankets.
“Here.” Kaycee hands me LED twinkle lights.
“Nice touch.” I smile, taking them. I’m crawling around when I feel hands wrap around me. I freeze. Her hands grab my T-shirt and lift it up. I sink down so she can get it over my head. Kaycee kisses my back between the shoulder blades.
“Relax.” She whispers. “It’s just me. You trust me.” I feel her press herself against me and realize as I’m grazed by hard nipples that she’s taken off the sweater.
Swallowing, I feel her leaving feather-light kisses down my back. She pushes me forward. I lay on my stomach, and she’s rubbing me down, her bouncy curls trailing across my exposed skin.
“You can turn over if you want to.” Kayce whispers, she’s kneeling between my legs, so I’m careful not to kick her. Rolling, I see she’s in just a pair of boy shorts that sit low on her hips. In her belly button is a steel rod with an adorable little pink butterfly.
I narrow my eyes. “When did that happen?”
“This?” She smiles, fingering it playfully. “A few months ago. I didn’t say nothing cause I know you would have yelled.”
“It’s just I don’t see the attraction to driving metal through one’ s body.” She’s got a pouty look on her face. “Though it is cute.”
“Thanks.” She arches her back, squaring her shoulders. Her small but firm breasts perk up. “So, are you going to come here, or shall I come to you?”
Chapter 10
Kaycee
Courage girl. I’m a ball of nerves, but I can’t let him see. If he sees- this won’t happen. I’m already half-naked; there’s really no going back. Honestly? I’m pretty sure I’ve wanted this for a while. I never liked Q’ira, and thinking on it, I think this is why. I wanted to be the one under the covers with him.
Crawling up his legs, I straddle him. We have time; there’s no need to rush this. It’s one of the perks to a single-parent family. A lot of alone time.
He grasps my hips firmly, and I smile, bending down to kiss him. I know that I said he was like a brother to me, but it’s nothing like kissing a brother would be. I can feel my arousal pooling in my panties as I move up and down on him. Well hello! I’m met with a hard cock through jeans. I jump as this surprises me. I laugh, as does he.
“Sorry, but you are sorta rubbing on it.” Cal chuckles.
Reaching down between us, I caress him. “Now, I’m rubbing on it.”
He gasps. “Yup.” He chokes a bit as I go to kiss him again. His hands slip up my back, and he pulls me down, rolling us across the floor, so he’s got the top position.
“Oh? You think so?” I open my legs, lifting them to give him space to settle between them.
“Is this okay?”
“C’mere.” I grab his face. We kiss more, but he keeps his hands to himself. I have to fish for them, bringing them to my breasts. Once he’s got the handful, he’s got the moves. Gentle squeezes, playful flicks to my nipples. Breaking our kisses, he moves down with his mouth. “Oh!” Slips from me loud enough, Stetson answers with a yowl.
That, of course, has us sputtering.
“I’m sorry.” I’m bouncing all over from laughing. “This was not how I imagined it.”
“Me either. But I think, the yowler aside, it’s perfect. Why’s it gotta be all serious? I mean, why not have fun? Laugh a bit?” Cal says, his fingers tracing my shorts.
I suck my lip into my mouth. “I can do fun.” I pull him back up. I’m not quite there yet. Besides, I need to know what I’m dealing with. If that pop up is any indication, he wasn’t just boasting about the extra four inches on Heath.
I know I said w
e’d showered together since puberty, but that was still a few years and like two growth spurts for him ago. He and I settle on our sides, sinking into the pillows as we go back to making out. Casually I trail my hands to his waist, unbutton his jeans and slide my hand down into them. I don’t have to go far before I’ve got rock hard cock in my hand.
“Christ.” I blurt nervously.
“What? Is something wrong?”
“Um, n-no.” He’s gonna split me like wood.
“Kayce?” He stops, stops kissing me, panting in my ear.
“No, we’re- we’re good.” I start to rub up and down his length. My thumb slipping over the head. Now it’s him moaning and trying to mount me again. I let him; it makes this easier.
“That’s- it feels so good,” Cal whispers heavily before sucking my nipple into his mouth. The sensation mixed with him humping me has me on fire. The little fort is like a sauna, and my scent is filling it.
“I need you to prep me a bit; you’re a lot bigger than I’m used to.” I sigh in stops and starts.
He rolls, stops me, then rolls us again, getting us back to our sides. Demolishing my mouth again, he starts to work me over with his hand. Slipping his middle finger between my freshly shaved lips.
“Fuck, you’re soaked.” He laughs, fishing around.
“A little higher there, Cal.”
He curls his finger back, hitting my clit. “Here?”
I rise up. “Mmm-hmm.” He flicks it a few times before venturing further south. He pushes his fingers into me, and I whimper. Then pant as he bangs at my insides. Hard, and fast. Grabbing his wrist, I slow him. “It’s not a race. In this game, we both get to finish. I promise.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize, just take off your pants.”
He smiles and easing away from me does as I ask. That bike and his boxing classes have really paid off. Not only has he got great abs, but his thighs are like corded wood. Christ, I could chew on them for days. I pull off my now sticky shorts and go for the box of condoms I found in the bags with the food.
His marvelous cock does its little dance, and I laugh a smidge, as he chuckles. “This guy’s happy to see you.”
“It would seem that way. Now let’s get him dressed.” I tear open the package and hand him the little rubber barrier that means the difference between freedom and getting stuck in this shit town. I watch as he fumbles with and drops the thing. “Well, we now know why you don’t play football. Butterfingers!” I get up on my knees and kissing him roll the thing down over his throbbing cock. “Since I had to do the work, I may as well reap the benefits.” I push him down and climb on to him. Heath never let me be on top. It was always from the back or him on me. This was going to be fun.
I grasp him as he grips my hips again and leading him to the sweet spot, I sit, taking him into me. I’m filled up, and just when I think I can’t take anymore, he thrusts, and I’m hit even deeper. I have to lean into him, taking him at the angle. He clutches my ass and lifts me up, then lets me drop. Hard, solid strokes. A few of these and I’m beyond my limit. I’m moaning and bouncing on his cock, as I come. He flips us and dives down into me. Faster. I rotate my hips to match him thrust for unforgivable thrust. Reaching down, I start to rub my clit and bring myself over again. I like to come and will do what I need to, to make that happen, often. Getting my cue, he pulls out. Leaving me feeling empty until he buries his head in my pussy. Replacing cock with tongue.
I squeal, coming instantly.
“Seabee! I’m home!”
“Fuck!” I say, and Cal’s head pops up, hitting the top of the fort, he’s tangled in the lights. “Oh, no!” I can’t help but laugh even as I panic. I pull my sweater over my head. It’ll cover everything, at least. Rushing out of the fort as Cal tries to get dressed, I head to the front door to catch Grandpa.
“You got company?” He asks as I kiss his cheek, helping him into the house. His driver Boyd having gotten him this far. His electric chair nearly runs over my bare feet.
“Just Cal.”
He raises an eye. “Where is he, and where are your pants?”
“Well?” I shrug.
“Go put on some pants, girl.”
“Yes, grandpa.” I drop my head and go for my room.
Chapter 11
Calvin
I felt like Uncle Fester, tangled in a tuna net. By the time I come crawling out of the fort, I am nose to chrome with Grandpa Compton’s wheelchair. I swallow as the man looks down his nose at me.
“Busted.” He says calmly. “You may as well finish coming out, boy.” He backs up to allow me an exit.
“Thank You. Sir.” I swallow, standing as he is staring at me. Hard. Staring at my pants in particular. I look down and realize that there’s a bit of the condom wrapper sticking out of my pocket. “Shit,” I whisper.
“Yeah… Shit. Seabee! Get your ass out here!” Grandpa Compton shouts sternly. “You? Sit.” He points to the dining room chairs behind him.
I slink over and down into the chair I go as Kayce comes out in Pj’s bottoms and her sweater. “Yeah, Grandpa What-?” She stops seeing the look on me; I’m sure.
“You and this boy?” He asks. “You messing ‘round in my house?”
“Grandpa, we- I’m sorry.”
“You should be. You said he wanted to date, not compromise you.”
She chuckles at the phrasing.
“This is no laughing matter. Your momma was your age when you were born. She thought she was being careful too.” He points to me. “Condoms break, moments of lust lead to broken promises and babies.”
“I know grandpa, I’m sorry. We just…”
“You just nothing. I thought I taught you better.” He looks at me. “What have you got to say for yourself, Calvin?”
“I love her.” It slips out of my mouth before I even realize what I’ve said. Her eyes bug out of her head. Grandpa Compton looks less surprised.
“Love doesn’t pay bills or put food in her belly. Your family isn’t going to care that you love her.”
“I-” What was I gonna say? Sure I love her, but I don’t know if she loves me the same way. We only just started and already, he wants me to make declarations?
“You two need to be smarter. You have so many opportunities. Don’t waste them for a little thing like sex.”
“Yes, grandpa.”
“Yes. Sir.”
“Now, did I see a chicken bucket?”
“Calvin brought food. Snacks and a movie.” Kayce says, breaking the tension.
“Well, let's hop to it. Seeing as you two need a chaperone.”
***
Kayce kisses me as she drops me off down the road from my house. It’s been a decent night, blue balls and all. I don’t want an argument with my parents to ruin it.
“Go to prom with me?” I ask as I’m getting out.
“Cal. You know I hate those formal dances.”
“Please. We’ll get you a gorgeous dress; you can go to the salon. I know you like having mani-pedis when you can scrape for it.”
“I can’t afford it.”
“Did I ask you to afford it? I asked you to go; I’ll foot the bill.”
“I can’t let you do that.”
“We’ll work it out. Coffee till prom.” I slap the hood. “I won’t take no for an answer.”
She just nods with a huge grin as she pulls away, the van backfiring.
I head into the house to find my mother standing at the foot of the stairs. My sister Caryn on the couch. She’s apparently down to make me miserable. She’s just as stuck up as my parents; only she tends to have zero boundaries.
“Hey, little bro. Hear you applied to UPenn. You tryin’ to get away?”
“Caryn.” I say as mother narrows her eyes at me.
“You were with that McLane girl again.”
“Yes, mother.” I don’t lie to them, I may try to not tell them everything, but if asked outright, I don’t ever lie. What would be the point?
“Ugh!”
Caryn gets up. “Haven’t you gotten over that piece of trash yet?”
“I only see one piece of trash, Caryn.”
“Calvin, you apologize!” Mother demands.
“Why? She can insult my girlfriend, but I can’t point out the obvious?”
“Girlfriend?” Caryn sniffs. “Eew, I thought I smelled low rent punani.” She waves her hand in the air. “You should really shower, Lord, knows what you picked up in that van or God forbid that house!?”
I go to grab her, and Mother steps in. “You need an attitude adjustment. Calvin. We’re cats; they’re mice. Vermin. You can play with it, but if you don’t eat it fast, you’re going to wind up with fleas. Or worse worms.” She rotates her wrist. “You, my dear, are simply infested and in need of a good dipping.” She grabs me by the head, trying to drag me to the mudroom.
A year ago, I would have wound up in the garden shower, as she scrubbed at me with a pumice stone. It wouldn’t have been for the first time. This time I wrench out from her grip, losing some hair in the process.
“Let me go, you fucking harpy!” I bat at her hands.
She looks at me, wounded. “How did I give birth to a child that would dare talk to me like that? I should have never brought you into this world.”
“Yes, yes, we know I was shit out to appease him!” I point up the stairs at my now watching father. “How many times will I have to fucking hear that? You all posture, preen, and act like you are untouchable. Why? Because we have fucking money?” I roar. “You’re all bigots. Despicable people. You call them vermin? Then I suppose I am too! So put me out of my God damned misery. Please! Take out your claws and tear me up, before I infest you too.” My mother goes to smack me, and I catch her hand. “There will be no more of that either. I’m a grown man and will no longer be dictated to by you, or any bitch in this house who thinks that they know better. You women. You think that just because you spread your legs either to have us or to get us, you can dictate what we think, look at or who we love? That’s bullshit. Men have feelings! I have feelings! I’m not just the nice kid down the road. I’m a man. One that’s turning eighteen in a couple of weeks. At that point, you can’t stop me from doing or seeing anyone I choose. So suck it up, buttercup. Maybe you should go do something useful, like make me a fucking sandwich! I’ll keep seeing and fucking whomever I choose, and that includes Kaycee McLane. If you or anyone else doesn’t like, you can take a fucking hike right back to the kitchen!” I push her hand away, and she tries to hit me again. I push her back I don’t mean to hit as hard as I do, but I’m so angry. She trips on the stairs and falls.