Shadow Seed 1: The Misbegotten (37 page)

“Effy…
stop!
” she rasped through clenched teeth.

At once, I pulled back from the smell.

Just as quickly, the titanic fight she seemed to be contending within, abated.  She unceremoniously fell to her knees, exhausted from the rigor of combating whatever the fuck she had been struggling against.

“W-w-what happened…?” I asked mulishly.

“What happened!?!  What happened!”
she began pitifully from the floor.  “You fucking did it again, only this time it was like three times stronger, you fucking jerk!”

“B-b-but what d-d-id I do?”  I was stammering.  I was so shocked be her behavior.

“You were forcing me to want you!  Your god damned smell was making me lose my mind, I almost couldn’t think.  Fuck that was so strong!”  Her reply was as much for me as it was for herself.  She kept running one of her hands through hair, once more, was matted with sweat.

From the ground floor, we heard the front door close with a thud and then the high pitched voices of my younger siblings walking down the pathway to my mother’s car on their way school.

“I did this to you?”  I knew it was a lame question, but I had to ask.  It was all so bizarre.

Katie had almost caught her breath.  “Yes, my dear, my fucking pain in the ass, you did this to me…”

“But… how?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.”  She sat back on her butt
and as she did so, the lighting about her changed just enough.  I could see that her pajamas were drenched in sweat.

Son of a bitch, what had I done?

Instinctively, I went to reach out for the scent of her sweat, and then stopped myself for a moment. 
Wait one damned minute
, I said to myself, an idea beginning to take root in my brain.  “Katie?”

“Yes, Effy,” she answered, her voice weary now, as though she had already experienced a fill days’ worth of crap.

“I think I know how I did it,” I ventured gingerly.  I could tell she was a little perturbed with me.  Katie hated it when anyone tried to force her into anything, regardless if it was something appealing to her.  It was the principal of being forced that drove her to fury within seconds.

Her head snapped up in an instant.  “How?”

“I could smell you.  I just sort of let myself go into the essence of it.  I sort of lost myself, because it was so incredible… seconds later I looked up and you were all contorted and looking crazy.  When you asked me to stop, that broke my concentration and I… pulled back from the fragrance.”  I shook my head.  “I came out of it and you fell to the floor, free of whatever it was that was assaulting you.”

“B-but how are you able to…?”  Now it was her turn to studder with disbelief.

“I have no clue…”

She sighed and her shoulders slumped slightly.  “Well, I guess just don’t do that for a while and we’ll be ok.  At least
, until we can figure out what the hell is going on.”

“Yeah, ok,” I agreed, more than a little guilty for the state I had left her.

A long, thoughtful silence ensued.

“How’s your head,” she asked out of the blue.  Her eyes, once more, shrouded with concern.

My brow furled at the inquiry, and I tilted my head to the side as I searched within myself for an answer.

Only seconds passed.

“It’s gone,” came the only response that made sense.

“What?”  Her face bunched for the second time in the last five minutes.

I smiled out of the corner of my mouth.  “It’s gone.”

She shook her head.  “This is all so weird.”

I didn’t answer right away.  I sat there, on my bed, fiddling with the comforter before I looked at her once more.  Even sticky with perspiration, her hair pasted to her face, her night clothes disheveled and askew - she was gorgeous to me.  I felt so lucky in that instant just to know her.  Thank god, she was mine.

“Katie, I’m sorry,” I mumbled apologetically.

She was off her feet in a flash and came to me, deftly putting her knees to either side of me upon the bed, so that she straddled my hips.  She lowered herself onto me, letting her legs jut further apart as her arms encircled me about my neck, the tip of me bumped against her.  Her eyes sought mine and made me stare back into the bottomless well-spring.

“It is not every day that someone says ‘sorry’ to me, Effy, not even close,” she breathed huskily.  Her lips were but a fraction of an inch away from mine.  “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I replied with just as much fervor.

She kissed me then - not forcefully or hungrily, but slow and long, her tongue and mine dancing about one another like Ginger Rodgers and Fred Astaire
².   Our hands spayed wide as we caressed the other, wanting to feel as much of the other with every single touch.  Our hips weren’t moving, though our bodies crushed together.  This was not a kiss of passion.  This was a kiss of pure, unblemished love.

It was the first of eight I was to have over the course of my long, long lifetime.

After a few minutes, we disengaged our lips from the other and just sat there hugging one another fiercely.  I with both arms and Katie with her arms and legs wrapped around me, squeezing me so hard, I felt compressed on all sides, but it felt perfect.

I might be crude and rude, a pervert and vulgar at times, but when it first hit me; it was a love that has never left me.  It was a light.  It was a magnificent beacon of calm and heat.  Katie taught me this.

It was a few minutes later when we came apart and agreed it was time to get our day started.  The first order of business was a shower – our first together.

{ ¹Ferris Bueller: main character in the 1986 film, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, wherein he convinces his parents he is sick by acting like a young child. }

{ ²Ginger Rodgers and Fred Astaire:
Fred Astaire
(May 10, 1899- June 22, 1987) and
Ginger Rogers
(July 16, 1911- April 25, 1995) were iconic dance partners who
stared in 10 motion pictures together from 1933–1949. }

~~~~~~~~~~~~♦~~~~~~~~~~~~

(Summer – 2018)

Unlikely Messages

“So, what’s the plan for today?” asked Katie as she scrubbed my back with one hand and a soapy sponge.   She steadied herself with the other hand, resting it on my left hip.  It gave her a degree of leverage, so she could scrub my skin
firmly.

I let the water from the shower head cascade upon my face, reveling in the feeling of being clean, mulling over what she had said.  I leaned back out of the water.  I could feel her overly long and erect nipples seductively brush against the middle of my back a second before she mashed perky breasts against me fully.  The rest of her petite, lean body plastered itself against the rest of me.  Her flat tummy pushed into the globes of my ass, the soap making our skin slippery.  She seemed to enjoy this
, because she suddenly rubbed her body back and forth against mine.  Her arms came about my waist and she hugged me tightly once again.  Her free hand reached around to grab my manhood – cock and balls together – as she gave it a gentle squench.  As always, the little guy wished to become big and began to stir, but the antics of the night before still required a toll.  At once, my lower abdomen clenched in protest.

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 un
scathed, 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 a
m 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 Power
¹” 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 that 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.