Shadow Seed 1: The Misbegotten (31 page)

“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…,” manage
d 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 ov
er 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 drink.  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 a
t 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. }

~~~~~~~~~~~~♦~~~~~~~~~~~~

(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.  H
er 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.

Instinctively, 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 short
s 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.

Then, she was between my legs.  She
moved up a foot or so.  She bent down and blew along the girth of my cock.  To my disbelief, it became even more engorged, so much so it was on the verge of being painful.  Yet, it was a good kind of pain, one I could relish.  I felt her nails once again, swirling about my kneecaps, flowing upward to my thighs, then to the more sensitive inner portions until she was making designs around my manhood.  She did that for no more than ten heartbeats when I felt something warm and velvety surround to the tip of my cock.  I gasped as she suddenly took me as far as she could, the head of my penis bumping into the back of her throat in less than a second.

My cousin had just throated me!
  It was all I could think.  The thought exploded across my brain, my synapses flashing and firing to the very last. 
Katie, my beloved cousin, was making love to me with her mouth…!

I felt one her hands encircle me, at the base, and grip firmly.  She salivated profusely, using her spit to lubricate
her throat as she took me over and over at a steady pace.  It seemed to mirror my heart as it thumped in my chest.  Her tongue flicking to taste the very top of my scrotum every time she went down as far as could manage.  Never before, had I felt such a wondrous sensation.  No other girl I had ever been able to give me head like that - so thoroughly, so firmly and with such confidence.  Even as I write this, I cannot help but feel a twinge at how good it felt to have her mouth and throat clenched around me.  My cousin, my Katie, was giving me pleasure beyond my wildest dreams.  My mouth watered.  My taste-buds yearned suddenly, almost an ache, making me thirsty in a very special manner.  A visual manifestation became something physical.  Her, I had to
have
her, anywhere, in any way.

“Katie, I want to taste you,” I said a minute later, knowing if I didn’t break her rhythm soon, I was going to cum thunderously right down her throat.

She disengaged her mouth from me, but continued to stroke it from top to bottom.

“I still want you in my mouth, Eff.  I love the way you cock fills me.  I need it still… I want it,” she responded out of breath, gulping and heaving, the whole time her hand never leaving me.  Not for an instant, did she stop rubbing her hand along my length.

“Flip around, so we can have each other,” I suggested and she immediately wheeled her around body, crab-walking on her hands and knees.  In a few quick moves, our heads were opposite one another, our faces brushing against our most private parts.

Almost at once, she lowered her mouth back on my penis and took me to the hilt, and held it there.  I groaned with pleasure inhaling, looking up to see her hairless pussy only inches from my nose.  It was petite looking with small somewhat girl-like outer labia’s
, no more than three and a half inches in length.  It was perfectly smooth, devoid of hair.  With her legs spread, the tension opened her up just as I had imagined earlier.  I could see a pair of petal shaped inner lips protruding further than the outer ones, darker and soaked with juices - moisture driven out by desire, by licentious thoughts.  She had a bulbous hood that should’ve concealed the button of her clitoris easily, but not on this night.  Her clit was as engorged as my cock felt, looking like a plump blueberry, about to burst before my eyes.  If ever was a girl ready to fuck, Katie was that night.  Her pussy was like an inviting flower hovering above my face, bouncing lightly as she stroked my dick with her throat over and over again.

I came toward her, inhaling her scent, filling my lungs with the essence of her.  She was fresh, clean, with an underlying musk that made my heart pound even harder, my blood course through my veins.  I enclosed my lips over her clit and sucked gently.

From the lower portion of my body, she gagged on my penis, the sound muffled as her entire body shook in ecstasy.  Her nails dug into my calves as she continued to shove her head all the way down, the head of my cock slamming onto her tonsils.  Not once did she break rhythm, I moaned from deep in my throat, telling her without speaking, what she was doing felt so good. 

Returning the favor, I began to flick my tongue from side-to-side as fast as I could over her exposed clit. Within seconds, she began to buck and shake from my efforts.  I could feel the muscles in her legs tighten as the sensations were building within her.  I encircled my arms about her hips, my hands clasping firmly into the flesh of her ass cheeks
, as I pulled her to me.  I held her fast against my mouth and my vibrating tongue.

She came up off of my penis, holding it vice-like in her hand.  “Oh god, Eff, oh god, oh god, what the fuck are you doing…?  I’m gonna cum on that tongue of yours!  Oh, baby, don’t stop… just like that… just like… ah, fuck me with your mouth.”  She was urgent, insistent, and wanton.

If there were any barriers between us, they shattered as if they had never existed.

Katie was mine and I was hers.

I brought my hands further down so I could open her further, from either side.  I shifted my tongue from her clit and pushed within her as far as I could into the warm folds of her vagina.  I swallowed all of the tangy, sweet juices that were flowing from her until hairs on my chin were drenched with them.  I returned to her clit, shoving the tip of my nose into her pussy, so she could grind on it.  Her smell filled my lungs.  Her fragrance came into me when I breathed.  I was taking her directly into me.  I was inside of Katie in places at once.  We had formed a circle of exchange that repeated again and again with every breath, with every thrust, with every swallow.  I could feel the tension return.  Just like a moment ago, I held her in place, forcing her to feel what I was giving her, making her stay mounted directly upon the center of pleasure I was giving her.

She groaned around my cock again and again, as she continued to give me head, while her hips gyrating against my mouth, my nose.  Her ass was
pressed against my forehead.  I licked her clit with as much alacrity as I could manage.

“Eh-eh-eh-Eff,” she chanted the moment her mouth was free of my penis, “I’m, I’m, I’m, I’m, I’m…”  Her inability to put a sentence together sent a thrill through my spine as I redoubled the speed of my tongue, knowing she was close.  I felt her legs spasm as her feet curled up and around the back of my head, locking me to the lower portions of her body.  I could feel her toes gripping on the skin of my scalp as we held each other.  My tongue struck against her clit with the tiniest of touches, but with incredible speed.  She was grinding in small thrusting circles like she was fucking, grunting spasmodically.  She was still jacking me off as she did so.  With the amount of delight streaking up and down her body, she couldn’t vocalize anything coherent, o
nly  monosyllabic tones.  They poured from her again and again, at pace with every quick, furtive breath.

“Oh, oh, oh… ah, ah, ah, ah… So, so, so, so… fuck, fuck, fuck, fufufufufu!”  She said it with each mash of her hips
onto my head.  My nose was so far inside her pussy I was forced to breath from my mouth.  I could feel it bending within the fold of her body, knew that it was filling with her juices, but I didn’t care.

She sat up suddenly, her hands flat on each of my hips, so she could place her vagina directly on top of my tongue.  Her movements increased, swirl after swirl after swirl
, almost as fast as my tongue, over and over, faster and faster.  Her nails dug into my thighs.  Her breath was ragged and hoarse.  She drove herself farther and farther on.  I reached up and found one of her nipples and gave it a tiny pinch.

That was it, she shuddered convulsively above me and she literally gushed from the inside.  I quickly shifted my face, so every single drop coming forth fell into my mouth.  I drank my cousin, swallowed her, my stomach filled with her.  She seemed to ache with release, her body
, so tense, it felt like she would break as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her.  Her body physically swayed from the intensity.  The entire time, she said only one thing over and over, filling my heart as she had filled my stomach.

“I love you, Estefan.  I love you, Estefan. I love you, Estefan…”

I waited until her orgasm passed, almost, then I squirmed from beneath her, twisted around on the bed and push her gently down.  She collapsed without any resistance whatsoever, her legs spayed before me.  I could see her pussy glistening in the moonlight.

My cock, still dripping with her salvia and hard from her magnificent blowjob, took aim of its own volition and without warning I
entered her in one swift, balls-deep thrust.  Her orgasm exploded through her again.  I feel her vaginal walls pulsate and grip around the entire length of me like a hundred tiny hands stroking me individually.  I couldn’t help myself.  I plunged into her moist center again, then again and again.  She writhed underneath me, making so much noise I thought she would wake up everyone in the house.  I increased my tempo, feeling like my cock had grown larger than it ever had been before.  My balls slapped against her hard ass.  My mind was on fire.  My eyes were ablaze.