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“What’s
going on with that adoption process anyways? I thought she was supposed to be
here by now.” I asked.

“I don’t
know…Mommy says that good things come to those who wait, Sebby. So that’s what
I’m doing…I’m waiting.” She replied, matter-of-factly.

“Where
are we going anyways?” She asked.

“Just
keep peddling, it’s a surprise!” I yelled, as I peddled faster.

“Oh
man....you are going too fast again!” She hollered.

I saw
her lift her butt in the air and pedal her tiny little legs as fast as she
could. I couldn’t wait to surprise her. She was going to love this. Julia’s
laughs and smiles were the best. I tried to make them come out as much as I
could. We finally arrived at our destination fifteen minutes later. I knew we
were a little ways from home, and it was all right. I would take care of Julia.
I would never let anything happen to her. I reached the newly found spot before
she did, posted my bike on a tree, and turned, just in time to see Julia approach.
She was all sweaty and flushed.

“Phew!!
Holy crap, Sebby that took forever, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to
pedal back.” She worried.

I pulled
back all the pieces of her hair that fell in her face. “It’s okay, Babygirl,
you can jump on the back of my bike and I’ll ride us back.”

“What
about my bike?” She asked. She had just gotten a new hot pink bike with even
brighter pink tassels that summer. I knew she wasn’t ready to part with it yet.

I helped
her off her bike and parked it against mine.

“We’ll
lock it up on the tree. I’ll have my dad come back and get it with us. Or…we
could leave it here, and come back for it tomorrow. I have a feeling you’ll
want to come here a lot this summer.” She agreed with a slanted smile and a
nod.

I placed
her hand in mine, and walked her back to my surprise. I made sure to walk in
front of her. The trail was a bit daring for Jules, I knew she would do it.
Jules never said no to anything.

“Be
careful, Babygirl, step where I step okay,” I cautioned, leading the way
through the rough terrain.

As we
approached my surprise, I looked back at her. I wanted nothing more than to see
her face. Her eyes sparkled, and her face glowed with a gigantic smile.

“Oh my God,
Sebby!” She shrieked. “You found us a waterhole? How did you find this?”

Growing
up in Fort Lauderdale could be a pain. There never seemed to be that many kid
friendly things to do.  

“I found
it last weekend, when you were with your parents at the adoption place. I
haven’t seen any other kids, so I think it could be just ours. I added that
tire swing for you.” I bragged, proud of the fact.

“Is it
very deep? You know I’m not that great of a swimmer, like you.” She protested.
I knew Julia better than I knew myself.

“You
aren’t that bad of a swimmer, for being such a shrimp.” I laughed.

She
crossed her arms over her chest.
Wait for it. Wait for it. There it is; the
tongue again.

“Hey…I’m
not a shrimp, you’re just a bean pole!” She laughed. It really wasn’t as funny
as what she made it out to be. I wasn’t laughing at her comeback. I was
laughing, because she was laughing so hard at her comeback. I think she found
it epic or something, like she pulled one over on me.

I walked
over to my backpack and pulled out a bright pink floatie with purple circles on
it. I waved it in the air, teasingly.

“You
brought me a floatie!” She shouted, running up to me and jumping on me like a
leech.

“I love
you, Sebby!”

“I love
you, too, Babygirl.”  

That,
I’m sure was a little strange too. I didn’t care though. I loved her, and she
loved me. That I’m sure of it. Though I became cautious of saying that too, not
wanting the wrong people to hear Julia and me say that we loved each other.
They wouldn’t understand.

One of
my not so fondest memories was being in a playground. I don’t know how old I
was, I know that the feeling I had was frightening. I was by myself, and I was
looking for my mother. I kept saying her name over and over again. “Momma,
momma, where are you? I scared momma…” I don’t know how long I called and cried
for her, but I know eventually she did find me, or maybe it was more like I
found her. She was behind some trees that were in the back far end of the
playground. She wasn’t supposed to be in that section. The sign said so. I
couldn’t read it, I remember a boy losing a ball that had rolled into the
seclusion once. When I told him to go get it, he informed me that the sign said
he wasn’t allowed. He would go to jail. I was afraid my mom was going to go to
jail.

 I
hesitated at the edge, hearing a man say, “Aren’t you gonna answer the kid?”
she responded with “No, just make it fast. I can see her.” I couldn’t really
see her, although I could see that her skirt was hiked up, and her legs were
around his waist.

She took
me home that day and put me to bed in my dirty, smelly clothes. I think I might
have had a sandwich or something, except I still remember going to bed hungry.
I remember going to bed hungry lots of nights.  

The
years that followed were much of the same, me looking for my mother, while she ‘
worked’
.
She described to me years later, that this was her job, that this was how she
provided food and clothing. At the time, I remember thinking
What food? What
clothing?
 I sure as hell never saw either. Nevertheless, I kept my mouth
shut like I often did. I never responded to what my mother would say. I became
a really good listener, and by that I mean, I usually tuned her out and stayed
away from our house as much as possible.

In my imagination,
I pretended like she wasn’t my biological mother. That she had kidnapped me
from a beautiful wealthy family, who were still out there looking for their
long lost child. If it were true, they sure as shit never found me.  I
continued to live in my own personal hell, designed specifically for lil ole
me, where I cried myself to sleep, and thought about brighter days ahead. These
brighter days that I speak of never really came. I lived a very fucked up life
that even now I think back on and say; I must have been a really shitty person
in a past life or something. The cards that were dealt in this lifetime,
fucking sucked. Yet time heals all wounds… right? What’s that saying, that the
past always repeats itself…?

The real
fucked up part that I haven’t gotten into yet, is that I fucking loved my new
found power that I had over horny boys.

I loved
the attention that I got from boys and the leverage that I held in my hand with
my pussy, not that I ever gave them that part. The fact that I had one was all
the power I needed. I craved it. I wanted it. To a normal person, yes, my life
was fucked up, but to me, I embraced it. I had to. We all have human survival
instincts. I chose mine. Nobody chose it for me, so this isn’t a woe is me
story. I’m not asking, nor am I looking for sympathy. I enjoyed doing the
things that I had to do, to sustain life, maybe its hereditary or something, to
be a whore, a slut, a prostitute. That’s what I grew up to be. That’s what I
knew. That’s what I became.

 I
wasn’t just
some
prostitute sucking dick for nickels and dimes. I was ‘The
Prostitute’ the more politically correct word for my Madam would be that I was
an escort. I worked for an elite service that provided anything and everything
for just the right amount of money. I was a VIP (Very Important Pussy), but I’m
getting ahead of myself here so let me start again. Let me, let you into my own
personal fucked up psyche.

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Julia
and I played at the waterhole everyday for three months straight. My birthday
came and went, and we celebrated at our waterhole. It quickly became our
special place. I had taught Julia how to jump off the tire swing, do the
backstroke, and swim underwater. Her underwater breath count had increased to
one minute and ten seconds. She complained that it wasn’t as great as mine; almost
two minutes. I was proud of her, nonetheless.

She had
been a nervous wreck for the last week, because her sister Olivia was going to
arrive that day. She was thrilled to have someone to share all her secrets with.
That confused me, because Julia had and would always have me. Plus, she told me
everything anyways, she said that this was different. As much as I loved her,
she confused the heck out of me sometimes.

They had been meeting with Olivia
two times a month for months now at the adoption place, and it was finally time
for her to come home. I waited for them to return in their living room. I had
helped with all the decorations the night before,
I sure hoped this girl
liked purple and pink, since that’s the color of all the decorations. It looked
like Barney threw up and then exploded in there
. I heard the garage door
open, turned off the TV, and walked to the kitchen.

As I was
walking into the kitchen, I stopped dead in my tracks. Julia stood there
holding the hand of the most adorable girl I had ever seen. My mouth parted
slightly, my eyes got really big, I could feel my heart beating in my throat,
and my hands got really sweaty. I had absolutely no idea what the heck was
happening to me, all I knew was that I never wanted it to stop. I couldn’t take
my eyes off of her. Julia was tiny and Olivia was even tinier. She had long
dark hair, tan skin, big green eyes, and big lips that I felt the urge to want
to kiss.
Wait…what? Kiss…no…that can’t be right? What’s wrong with me?

“Sebby,
are you okay?” Julia asked, bringing my train of thought right back in the
moment.

“Uh…yeah…yeah…I’m
fine.” I replied, realizing then how dry my mouth had become.

“Alright…Sebastian
this is my sister, Olivia. Olivia this is my best friend, Sebastian. I call him,
Sebby.”

Olivia
released Julia’s hand, came right over to me, and threw her tiny frame onto me
for the warmest hug. She stood as high as she could on her tippy toes, put her
arms around my neck, and her face into my chest.

“Hi
Sebby.” She said, in the softest voice I had ever heard. For some reason, my
initial reaction was to look over at Julia. I saw the most pained and stunned
look on her face, and I didn’t know what I could say or do to make it better, but
I didn’t want Olivia to let go.

“Hi
Olivia.” I responded. I knew right then and there, I was done for. I have a
feeling that Julia sensed it as well. I don’t know. We were kids, I can’t
really explain it, it was just there. I’m sure of it. What was there? That I
didn’t know, nonetheless it was something.

From
that day on, we were a threesome. Where you would find one, you would find the
other two. It’s just the way it was with us, I can’t really explain that
either. They were just my girls, plain and simple.

I don’t
know that I have ever been as curious about a girl than I was Olivia. Hmm…Maybe,
I had some sort of a fascination with her. I was happy to learn that she wasn’t
in foster care, because she had been abused, just rotten luck.

She
didn’t really remember her mother. Her mother had died of an accidental
overdose when she was three. I guess her father was some sort of a loser. The only
other family that she had was a grandmother, with severe diabetes and one leg,
who wasn’t able to take care of her.

She
liked the two foster homes that she had lived in. They were good to her,
although neither of them were in the market to adopt any of the kids. It made
me happy to know that she grew up happy. I’m not sure that I could of handled
knowing someone hurt her.

The
first few months of Olivia living with Julia had been some of the most
memorable moments of my life. Olivia took to us, like gum does to the bottom of
your shoe. She was similar to Julia in a lot of ways. It was hard to remember that
they weren’t real sisters. However, you would never be able to get away with
saying that to Julia. She loved her way more than any blood-related sibling I
had ever seen. The love was mutual; Olivia loved her just the same. To say it
wasn’t awesome that I had two girls that I could call my best friends, would be
stupid. I didn’t care that they were girls, or that I was outnumbered in almost
everything. The happiness that they brought into my life daily, was worth it.

For six months,
we had been trying to get Olivia to jump off the tire swing, and she swore that
that day was going to be the day that she would do it. Julia and I impatiently
waited for her to take the leap.

The
swing swayed forward for the fifth time.

“Come on
Oli, you can do it! Just close your eyes, and jump already.” Julia yelled.

“NO! I
can’t do it, it’s too high. I’m too scared. I’m going to hurt myself. I’m going
to get down!” She yelled back.

“Oli…don’t
you dare chicken out again, you can do this! You see Jules and I do it all the
time. You know you’re not going to get hurt, just jump!”

She
frantically shook her head back and forth.

“Alright,
I’ve had enough of this. You’re doing it today! I’m coming up there, and we’re
going to do it together.” I demanded, running out of the water to stop the
swing before she had a chance to say no. I caught Olivia by the waist, right
before she was about to haul ass, and run away.

“Oh no
you don’t…you are going to jump off this swing today…ouch…stop fighting me, Oli!
This is happening.”

“No, no,
no, no, no…I don’t want to do it anymore, Sebby, I don’t want to…please…I don’t
want to!” Julia could hear the panic in her voice, and ran over.

“Sebby,
leave her alone! She doesn’t want to, you BIG BULLY!” She shouted. Olivia
turned to me with her big sad puppy dog eyes.

“Oh,
come on Oli, you can do this. I’ll be right there with you. I’ll put you right
on my back, and all you have to do is hang on. Okay?” I pleaded.

She took
a long deep breath and put her hands on her hips.
I swear she already had
each, and every one of Julia’s mannerisms down.

“Fine,
if something happens to me, Sebastian Vanwell, you have no one to blame but yourself.
You can tell everyone that you are the reason that I am dead.” She replied.
I
swear girls can be sooooo dramatic, thank God that these girls had me or they
would be such big wimps.

“Perfect!
I’ll take full blame. I would never let anything happen to you, Oli.” I assured
her, with a serious face.

“Yeah…yeah…I
know.” She replied, with a smile. Julia and Olivia laughed before Julia ran
back into the water to watch. Olivia jumped on my back, and I couldn’t help feeling
the same way that I had felt the first time I saw her; I had named it ‘the
jitters.’ I don’t know, maybe I was going through puberty, who knows. I did
have the jitters with her though. That’s for sure, no doubt about it.

“Hang on,
and whatever you do, don’t let go.” I ordered. She took another deep breath,
and nodded. I moved us to the front of the tire, and shoved my legs back so
that it started to swing. Once I felt like we were at a good rhythm that we
could jump from; I looked back at Olivia. Her eyes were shut tight and she was
biting her bottom lip.

“Don’t
bite your lip…you ready?” I asked.

She
hesitated. “Nooo…”

I
grabbed on to the back of her legs, and pushed our bodies into the air. Olivia
locked her ankles around my stomach, and squeezed my neck as hard as she could.
She clung to me like a spider monkey. I was lucky I didn’t pass out from lack
of oxygen, although what a way to go. We splashed into the water moments later,
and when we resurfaced Olivia’s body was now clung onto the front of me. I
don’t know how we got into that position, but it felt fantastic. We were both
laughing.

“That
was so much fun, Sebby, let’s do it again!” She begged, gyrating her hips on my
lower body over and over again. I couldn’t help that I started to get hard, and
by the look on her face she could feel it too.

“What is
that, Sebby?” She questioned in an innocent tone. I blushed and pushed her
away.

“Nothing,
Oli,” I didn’t realize how far back we were, I couldn’t even see Jules. “Come
on, let’s swim back.” She jumped back on me, resuming her position. I could
have never imagined what happened next. She closed her eyes, leaned in, and
kissed me right on my lips. I kept my eyes open the entire time. I had never kissed
anyone before. She pulled back and opened her eyes.

“I also feel
it.” She said, in a sweet quiet tone. I didn’t know what to say. She moved her
body to my back like nothing had happened, like she wasn’t aware that I
suddenly couldn’t breathe, let alone focus enough to swim us back.

“Come
on…let’s go!” She ordered, as she thrust her hips on my back, like I was a
horse or something.

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I never
considered myself a beautiful girl, from what people and boys often told me, I was
flawless. I have tan skin like a caramel color, bright green eyes, long brown hair
which is wavy in the back and straight in the front, and voluptuous lips that I
may have gotten from my father, because my mother didn’t have them. I’m 5’6 and
weigh about 110 on a good day, 34 C breasts, tiny waist, and a Brazilian booty.
I have no idea what my heritage or nationality is. I know my mother was
beautiful, as well though.  She never had a problem getting men. My mother was
white. I imagine my father was Latin or Black. I’m not even sure who the guy
was. I could have very well been a product of a one paid night with my mother. Who
knows?