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The Wolf Summers
ElSol
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Chapter 4: The Ants
The middle of a young story
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I did not have much to look forward to my fourteenth birthday for. At the
time, I figured the fates were trying to balance the books. I had been
taught how to masturbate and lost my virginity within 4 months of my
thirteenth birthday. My biggest sexual problem that year was if my
stepfather was allowed in the apartment I could not sleep in the same bed
as Iris. I was convinced my luck had ended when my stepfather and mother
announced the 'family' was going to vacation that summer in Puerto Rico in
an effort to save the marriage. They were both changing jobs and had the
money saved to take a whole summer off. I knew my prayers had been in vain
when my mother told me I was a member of that family. I decided not to be
unpleasant about the situation in an effort to get some favorable
compromises.
I was starting high school in September and wanted to be on the swim team
with the twins. I asked my coach what I could do and he put together a
swim program for the summer in Puerto Rico. I did not have the natural
ability of the twins but was more disciplined. Our coach used his program
to find out if I would do the work required to keep up with their
improvement. My mother was adamant about my being able to follow the
program laid out for me. I would be attending the same private high school
as the twins on 'scholarship'. Marisa was attending our grammar school on
the same scholarship and it was assumed she would be attending the same
high school eventually. The twins' father had set up the scholarship for
us and after his death no one had scrapped it. My stepfather looked like
he was going to fight my summer swim program until Marisa threw the mother
of all tantrums. She impressed me with that tantrum. It had no heat to it
and she knew exactly what she was doing. She used every trick in an 11
year old's 'twisting your daddy around your finger' bag. I knew she was
pampered because I did some of it but she showed she understood what she
had. There was more; she knew why she had some of it. My relationship with
the Smith family was the reason both of us had the advantage of the best
education money could buy. Marisa was more willing than my mother or I to
sacrifice my stepfather to keep what she had. There are people that would
think that makes her a selfish little monster. I loved her more for
knowing what she had and doing what she had to keep it.
My stepfather's sister, Blanca, came to the rescue. She lived close to and
worked at a university. She arranged for me to have access to the
necessary facilities by lying about the need to continue my 'Olympic'
training. She volunteered to drive me from my stepfather's farm in the
morning. I would be able to practice, spend the afternoon in her
apartment, and she would drive me back at night. My stepfather agreed but
grumbled about my not lasting a week. Nobody understood the twins and I
needed to stay united in our farce. If all I had to do to assure that was
complete the coach's program it would get done.
All in all, my stepfather got his family vacation. I got my training and
was away from them most of the day. I think my stepfather like that last
part too.
Iris was going to be staying with one of my uncles. His wife had a baby
and was not having a good post pregnancy especially because their other
baby was only two.
The last stumbling block was the school because my stepfather wanted to
leave in the middle of June a week before school ended. Marisa and I had
stellar grades and the school benefited greatly from their relationship
with the Smiths so it was no trouble to arrange.
Iris and I went a little sex crazy the couple of weeks before we left. We
had sex most afternoons and again at night. We slept together even though
my stepfather was staying in the apartment. This was the closest we ever
came to getting caught. My mother seemed to be blind to what was going on
and never went near our room. My stepfather was very suspicious but he
always was about me.
My stepfather and I came quite naturally to our dislike for each other.
None of my mother's male relatives liked him; not her father, not her
brothers, not even her cousins twice removed. None of my mother's female
relatives liked him; not her mother, not her sisters, and not even her
cousins twice removed. She did not allow him to discipline me for
anything. I was fairly tame but I still broke the rules enough times to
deserve something. In those instances, she always took care of it. This
became a sore point when the twins and I got into their father's liquor
cabinet. Their father took us out to the woodshed. My mother had accepted
his actions, which caused a huge argument at home.
She did not allow him any fatherly role in my life. When I need a male
figure, she pushed me towards my uncles or the twins' father.
"At least his father was a real man." were the words she used to end the
first argument I ever heard about me.
This all led to my stepfather having certain opinions.
He thought my mother's behavior towards me would make me a 'weak man'. He
thought that my mother had been in a long-standing affair with the twins'
father and my being their friend enabled opportunities for them to get
together. He thought my uncles were expressing their opinions about him
every chance they got to me. He thought I held him in contempt.
If he had ever seen my uncles, martial arts instructors, swimming coach
and the twins' father interact with me, he would have known the first one
was not true.
So naturally, we had had a healthy dislike for each other. There were
other reasons I held him in contempt that even if these did not exist I
would have still disliked him.
He probably would have caught us the last week if he and my mother had not
begun a fresh round of arguments. Those arguments served to camouflage my
sex life and forced living arrangements that summer that convinced me that
maybe the fates had a special love for me.
Before we left, Rachel and I had an encounter that changed our
relationship and put down the foundations for greater changes in my life.
It was a couple of nights before I was leaving and the twins had invited
me to stay at their place. They were a little afraid of having to spend
the whole summer with their mother without someone else to shield them.
The twins just did not get along with other people. It was not their fault
but emotionally they did not need anyone else. They did feel guilty about
what it did to their mother especially after their father died.
I enjoyed going out to dinner and playing video games until the twins went
to bed. I gave them time alone after the video games. Their sexual
maturity traveled a different path than mine and we did not keep secrets
from each other.
I was sitting in the kitchen staring out the window with a glass of water
when Rachel came downstairs for a glass herself.
"Hey, baby... what are you doing up?" Rachel had started calling me 'baby'
during the comfort period after her husband's death. I liked it; it made
me feel like I was closer to her than just being best friends with her
sons.
"Just thinking about this vacation my family is going on." I said.
"You don't like the thought of Puerto Rico for the summer." she said with
eyebrows raised. "All those young Puerto Rican girls. Every time you step
into the street you'll be hounded especially if you grow more this
summer."
I had gone through a small growth spurt that year. Iris had enjoyed parts
of that growth. I would continue to get taller until I was twenty and
would broaden for another year after.
I must have blushed because her smile broadened.
"I like the thought of any girls... I just don't know why my mother is
wasting her time."
"Baby, some hearts don't know how to not try." she said walking over and
putting her hand on my arm.
"Do you think she loves him?" I asked turning to look at her. Rachel
stared at me and shrugged. She must have decided to treat me like a man
instead of a boy and told me the truth.
"No. I'm pretty sure she doesn't, baby." She sat down on a stool next to
me. She looked a little sad at having had to admit that. I remembered my
mother's relationship with her husband and thought about changing the
subject but could not think of anything to change it to.
"Well baby, if you think it -(TM)s going to be a rough summer for you," she
said smiling slyly at me "Think about how it -(TM)s going to be for me."
I could see how much the admission that she and the twins needed someone
there to connect them hurt her. I looked down at the wood of the island in
the middle of their kitchen. I thought about how close to betraying the
twins I would have to go to make her happy.
"Do you want some advice how to make it better with the twins, Rachel?" I
asked not looking up.
"Sure, baby. I'll try anything to make this better." She replied but there
was no conviction in her voice. I walked around to stand on the opposite
side of the island and backed up until I was leaning back on the sink. I
stared at her waiting for her to look up at me.
"You are not going to take the offer seriously, are you?" I asked when she
looked at me. She was wearing a very thin red silk sleeping gown and part
of the reason I moved away was to not be distracted by how beautiful she
looked.
"Baby, don't take it like that you're just... " she stumbled trying to
find the words that would not offend me. "You're just young."
I could have said something about her being older and not able to fix her
relationship with the twins. I did not because for the first time in my
life some of the conversations with my uncles made sense and I knew how to
handle her.
"Okay, how about we bet on it?" I said smirking at her. There was male
challenge in the expression. I was too young to do it well but the youth
served to make it more challenging.
"A bet, David. Isn't that a little childish?" She said with a touch of
anger in her voice and face.
"I have to prove to you that I believe I'm right." I explained.
She nodded wrapping her arms together below her breasts. She looked
angrier.
"I'm a fourteen year old boy and you're a thirty year old woman. You're
not going to listen to me if I tell you I know what I'm talking about.
You're already convinced my age means I can't know better, right?" I
continued.
She stood up and stared at me for a moment, only her eyes changed
expression, as she seemed to remember something. She nodded slowly for me
to continue.
"There's not a lot of ways for me to beat the age thing but the easiest is
to make you believe that what I have to gain is something you know I want
REALLY badly." I said looking into her eyes less like a boy than ever
before. "And what I offer to lose is something you know I really don't
want to lose but YOU would not mind having me lose."
She looked confused at that. I sighed.
"We bet. If I win, you get what you want with the twins but WHAT I gain
makes you believe I'm going to try damn hard. If you win, WHAT I lose is
something you believe I'm going to try damn hard not to have to give up to
you."
"Baby, you're either going to be a lawyer or a mobster." she said almost
breaking out into laughter.
"Well, do you want to hear it?" I asked.
She shrugged, "A fourteen year old boy offers a thirty year old woman a
win-win situation what can she do but listen to him." Her posture said she
was still not buying it.
"If at the end of the summer, you think you've got a better relationship
with the twins, I win. If not, you win." I laid down the bet, "But you
have to be honest."
She nodded.
"If I win, I get a kiss, a REAL one." I was very proud that my voice did
not crack at that. Her eyebrows shot up at once. "I've had a crush on you
for a long time so you know I want to win."
Major uncle lesson, the truth is a weapon very few women have a defense
against. She leaned on the island all of sudden taking me seriously.
"If I lose, I'll answer truthfully any question at anytime about the
twins." My eyes bored into hers as I said that very seriously. "The twins
are my best friends and that would be betraying them so you know I don't
want to lose."
She stared at me until I could hear my heart beat inside my head.
"How did you get you like this?" she asked quietly.
"Hey... think of it this way." I answered, "Either I'm a fourteen year old
boy that has found a way to steal a kiss he's wanted for a long time. Or
I'm a fourteen year old young man that can help but has to get you to
listen?"
She stood up and put her hands on the island. Her eyes were boring into me
as she shook her head.
"No, David. What you just offered isn't a fourteen year old talking. How
did you get like this?" Her voice was angry but I did not know at what.
I stared back at her. This was the person who knew me the best in the
world. I had told her just about everything since I was eleven. Her anger
made me angry. What did she have to be angry when I was offering to make
her relationship with the twins better? If she had been willing to listen
to me, it would have been for free. I was still a fourteen-year-old boy
facing the woman of most of my sexual fantasies. I only had the courage to
make the price a kiss because I had to convince her that I knew the twins
better than she ever could. My relationship with Iris had taken the sexual
pressure of being a teenager but sexual experience is not sexual maturity.
I had been angry for a long a time and this was the first chance I had to
lash that anger out at someone else.
"You know I used to sleep in Marisa's room?" I asked quietly. I felt her
trying to retreat, not to escape but feminine instinct warned her of the
danger. She nodded her head. She had been in our apartment the few times
the twins had been over to play. She had never enjoyed it. My stepfather
tried to flirt with her. Marisa's behavior also made her angry because she
treated the twins like they were interchangeable.
"Did you ever wonder why we switched?" I continued. She shook her head
warily.
"When I was eight I had to listen to my stepfather try to rape my mother."
I said trying for an emotionless tone of voice and getting close. Her eyes
widened, the womanly instinct took over and she came around the island to
stand near me.
"I only say try because I don't know if he did." I said finally looking
away. "I think he did though, and you know why she didn't leave?"
She shook her head; I had stolen words from her.
"She didn't think she had anywhere to go." I said the anger slipping into
my voice. "Is that what it does? It makes you forget you have a family."
I turned around to look out the window. She came closer and put her hand
on my shoulder.
"He hits her." I said. "I don't remember if he did before that, but
afterwards I'm sure."
I felt her hand slip off my shoulder.
"I wish I was man enough to get between them when he does." I admitted
almost to myself.
I could feel her tears.
"She just takes it. No matter what it does to me or Marisa; she just takes
it." I had promised I would not cry for her and it had become easier over
the years to hold the tears back.
"He knows though." I nodded to the window, "He knows I'll kill him if he
touches Marisa. Ever."
"Baby, no!" she found words.
I turned around and smiled at her, "Don't worry Rachel. I know other kids
have it worse. At least she won't let him touch me."
There were tears in her eyes; I wanted to wipe them away.
"She chooses that and I have to accept it but I choose this between me and
her."
She did not have to ask what I was talking about. My relationship with my
mother competed with her relationship with the twins for remoteness.
"I won't let me and her be fixed. But I can help you." I concluded.
She met my eyes and thought about it; she nodded in acceptance. I
hesitated thinking of how to get over the barrier of her motherhood.
"You treat twins different than how they see themselves." I said. She
tilted her head in question.
"I get along with them because I don't treat them like Sean AND Patrick."
She moved back and I saw the anger return to her eyes. I smiled at that,
she would not want to accept what I had to say.
"You have to treat them like they're one person, Rachel."
"No!" the protest exploded from her. "They are not freaks like that."
"I didn't say they were freaks Rachel." I answered. She looked away trying
not to be angry with me for a truth she knew already. "That's who they
are, Rachel. Inside their heads, they think of themselves as one person."
She shook her head.
"Look, I don't know why it happened and I don't care. Maybe it is crazy,
but they are okay."
She shook her head again, and the tears started again. I wondered about
those tears, what was it about her that would not accept that the twins -(TM)
psychiatric makeup was not normal. It was not like they were crazy; they
just had a bond that no one on the outside of it could comprehend.
"If Sean does something wrong, punish both of them. Or vice versa."
She looked at me trying to intimidate me into being quiet. I got tired of
her not listening and the anger came out again.
"How long do you think you could hold on to one if the other died?" I
asked her angrily.
She slapped me.
I do not know who was more surprised. She gasped and I turned my face
away. I felt the pressure in my head and could not stop the tears from
forming.
"David..." she tried.
I walked away from her towards the steps to go to the twins' room.
"David, don't." she tried again.
I stopped halfway to the steps and half turned to her. I did not want her
to see moisture so I could not look at her.
"You accepted the bet, Rachel. You have to try at least for the summer."
The twins were waiting up for me. They sat silently while I explained what
had gone on downstairs. I told them of the bet but not what I had
suggested to their mother about them. I could not stay in the house and
they understood. I waited until I was sure Rachel was asleep and walked
home. It took a long time but it gave me a chance to think about the
family vacation and Rachel.
I guess I should not have tried to help knowing that Rachel would have to
change some of her beliefs. Their father had changed at the end from
observing me with the twins. I was glad he had because it lifted some of
the weight when his illness became worse.
Rachel tried to contact me before I left. My stepfather was more than
willing to be rude. My mother tried but when I stood my ground she had a
long phone conversation with Rachel. The conversation could not have been
comfortable for the wife or the mistress.
Rachel did not call after.
I had a seat away from the 'family' and more time to think so it was a
quiet flight to Puerto Rico. We stayed for two days with my stepfather's
brother in the capital. This was the home of the male cousin who had
initiated the sexual play between Iris and I.
I had grown up some that year. Sex does not make you more mature but not
having to be a teenager about it gave me time to focus on other maturing
experiences. It made the two days with my cousin uncomfortable. He was
fifteen and beginning to hit his sexual stride. He was not having any, but
it seemed like that was all he thought or talked about. He talked about
having had sex and described it in such lurid detail I knew he was lying.
I had already had Iris on her stomach trying to find out how long I could
hold out if I stroked deeply into her and then came out completely.
The answer was not long enough.
I knew what a girl looked like when the initial impaling of herself on
your dick was enough to get her off because she had been thinking about it
all day.
Beautiful.
Iris was happy to provide whenever I wanted sex. She had a sexual appetite
to match mine. My cousin talked and it told me he had done nothing like he
described because if he had he would do what I was doing.
Kept his mouth shut so he would not lose it.
I did not get silence again until the drive to my stepfather's farm. It
was his mother's farm but he talked so much about retiring there that we
called it his.
I had been taught how to show respect to his mother so as we approached
the old woman on steps to the porch of the main house I knew what to do.
"Bendicion." Bless me.
I had been told to call her grandmother but there was no blood between us
and I would not.
"Bendicion, mi hijo." Bless you, my son.
I let her touch my forehead and looked into her eyes. She knew what I had
been asked and forgave me the disrespect. I nodded at her.
I am always surprised the only people that understand teenagers are
seniors. Actually, maybe they do not understand and just accept that we
have our own lessons to learn.
Marisa did not ask for a blessing, she just hugged her grandmother as if
this was not the first time they had ever met. I saw the tears in the old
woman's eyes. I nodded at the scene. If Marisa was going to be happy, I
only needed my swimming program to proceed uninterrupted.
A woman in her mid-twenties came out of the house, pulled Marisa out of
the old woman's arms and introduced herself to my sister.
"Hello, Marisa. I'm Blanca, your aunt," she said smiling. My sister
grabbed her cheeks and gave her the Marisa patented 'you will love me'
kisses.
My eyes were drawn to the other person that had come out of the house
behind Blanca. She was my height with long straight black hair. She had
straight features and a body just beginning to touch maturity. Our eyes
met as I realized she had to be near my age. She had dark eyes filled with
an innocence that drew me.
"This is Carolina. She's also your aunt, Marisa," Blanca said to my
sister. Marisa reached out as Carolina approached and planted some
more kisses.
Blanca had dyed blonde hair and was not afraid of her dark roots. She had
a cockiness to her that more than anything said she knew who and what she
was. She was two inches taller than me, slim but athletic with high pert
breasts that qualified as perfect under the champagne glass rule. She had
a very pretty face but as I looked around I learned why she was nicknamed
Blanca. She was much lighter skinned than the rest of her family
especially Carolina.
Blanca's dark eyes flared in surprise when Carolina approached and kissed
my cheek in welcome. I tried to decipher what was behind their eyes.
Carolina's eyes held expectation when she pulled back from me. Blanca's
had changed from surprised to calculating.
Marisa's grandmother took over by taking us inside for much needed food.
Blanca told my mother and me the arrangements she had made. The farm was
actually just outside the suburbs of a nearby city. Blanca picked up
Carolina during the school year so she was used to the drive and the
schedule. She had talked to the school's swim coach. The university
usually ran a summer pool camp so while I was not going to be a part of
the program no administrative busybody would think anything of me being
around. Blanca explained the coach was well respected and would be
available if I needed any help. I thanked her and said I would take
advantage because my coach had me practicing all the different strokes.
The first hint that the summer was not going to go as I thought was when
Carolina was asked to show Marisa and me the farm. The easy removal of the
'children' from the adult presence made me suspicious but there was
nothing I could do except follow Carolina around.
She was bright and cheery. I became convinced I must have been seeing
things in her eyes when we met. She was just a normal sixteen-year-old
girl stuck on a farm with visiting relatives.
It was not a crops farm. They did livestock work, prize breeding bulls and
pigs mostly. The youngest son who lived on the farm managed the work. They
were all helped by money sent by my stepfather and the rest of his
siblings. It was fairly spacious and I noticed a newly built house at the
far end.
"My uncle Jesus had it built." Carolina told us. Jesus was my stepfather's
second oldest brother and lived in the States.
"It's all finished and he even put some furniture in it." Carolina told
us.
"Why hasn't he moved in?" I asked.
Carolina shook her head "He says he has to make more money. He wants to
make sure there's nothing to worry about when he moves."
He owned a very successful carpentry business. I nodded looking at the
house. I could see the addition that would be his workshop. He probably
was going to make enough money to retire and then add to his retirement by
making exclusive pieces. I had seen his work several times and had
wondered why he did not just do commission jobs. He was good enough to
have supported himself on that. I could respect his plan and his ability
to see it through though.
Blanca found us near the house and asked us back to the house. She looked
almost predatory as she watched Carolina's incidental contacts with me on
the walk back to the main house. I did not think anything of those
touches; Carolina was probably lonely for some teenage company with
everyone at the farm being at least eight years older than her.
Everyone seemed to be on edge when we entered the living room. They sat us
down and told us that living arrangements were going to be different than
planned. I looked at my mother and my stepfather. Their relationship had
become strained again in the week before the trip but I thought our
arrival would smooth things out.
I snapped my head back to look at Blanca and tried understand what she had
said. I looked at Marisa hoping she did not understand what this all
meant. She seemed oblivious to the meaning behind what Blanca was saying.
My mother, Carolina and I would be sleeping in Jesus s house.
Later, I worked out what happened. Originally, there were three extra
bedrooms in the main house. My stepfather and mother had been having major
problems when the vacation began, enough that she was having no part in
sharing a bedroom with him which meant we needed an extra room. This could
have been managed except the brother managing the farm had moved himself
and his bride-to-be into the main house. Their home would not be finished
until the end of the summer but they had already given up their apartment.
My stepfather's mother was old fashioned so they could not share a room
under her roof. At the time, the bride to be thought this was great
because it would make the wedding night more special. My stepfather did
not know this had occurred until it was too late to think through the
arrangements. This meant we were already two rooms short before my mother
insisted a room to herself. Blanca who was in charge of taking care of
the house suggested that it could solve our problems. This is where
my stepfather became obstinate. The natural thing would have been for my
mother, Marisa and I to stay in other house but my stepfather wanted
payback for the trouble my mother was causing. He insisted that Marisa
stay in the main house because Marisa was his mother's youngest female
grandchild to date. He wanted Marisa to have Carolina's room for the
summer. I thought he was crazy to suggest Carolina move to the other house
for the summer so he could get back at my mom. I waited for Carolina to
explode at the plan.
She did not which floored me even more than my mother asking for separate
bedrooms. She accepted the situation saying it was only for the summer and
she was willing to do what was necessary to give her brother's marriage
the best chance at making it. My stepfather accepted that hook, line and
sinker as his due.
I was watching the women in the room since I had no voice in the final
decision. His mother was happy but trying to hide it. She did not like the
thought of Carolina having to move out of her room but wanted Marisa in
the house. She was willing to even accept Carolina and I sharing the same
roof with just my mother. I thought my stepfather was smarter than that
considering his suspicions about Iris and me especially considering my
mother's blindness to it. Blanca was watching Carolina; the smile on her
face would have shamed a pussy that had gotten into the catnip. I did not
know what was going on but I got my first inkling that Blanca wanted dark
things from Carolina. My mother was content. I did not know why she was
content if she was going to be spending the summer living away from her
daughter. I was happy she had taken the first step towards final
separation from her husband but was left wondering at the timing. She was
also watching Carolina with some of the same planning as Blanca's eyes
spoke of. Marisa was unsure of herself. She looked to me for support. I
made a face at her. She smiled and took that as a sign that everything
would be okay. Carolina was the worst or the best depending on who you
were. My stepfather was pacing the room and her eyes followed him. She was
angry but hid it well. She had made him believe the arrangements were fine
with her. My uncles told me to never turn my back on a woman I had fucked
unless it had involved my dick in her. Carolina was going to make him pay
and it was going to be enough if she was the only one who knew about it.
May the lord and all the saints prevent me from wronging a woman badly
enough that she is satisfied to be the only one who knows she got even.
I watched the women, learned my lessons and acquired more questions to
investigate.
Carolina had to prepare for the move so Blanca drove our luggage and us to
the house. We could drive to the house if we followed the road around the
farm, which I was happy for, knowing I would have been making many luggage
ladened trips if we had not been able to drive.
It was a nice house if a bit sterile from not being lived in. I brought
the luggage in from the car as Blanca showed my mother the house. I went
looking for them when I finished. I thought the house was a little strange
being so linear. The living room and kitchen were on either side when I
walked in the front room. Down further there was a study and bathroom on
one side with a dining room on the other. Farther down, there was a pair
of small bedrooms on the left the master bedroom on the right. There was
one final room at the end with a door leading to the addition. I walked
into the addition and felt sorry for Jesus. The wall that faced away from
the farm was all windows. There was plenty of window space on the other
walls. The ceiling had a chapel like tower that was frosted glass. Any
woman seeing this room would have better things to do with it than leave
it as his workshop.
I turned to walk back into the house proper and find Blanca and my mother.
They were in one of the pair of the bedrooms on the left from the front of
the house. They were having a quiet conversation near the window of the
first bedroom. I looked around the room. It was okay if a little small
compared to my room at home. I turned and saw the door that joined it to
the other small bedroom.
"David, your mother needs a little help moving the bed in the master
bedroom." Blanca said approaching me.
I nodded knowing what was next.
"She wants to move into the workshop."
I smiled at Blanca. Jesus was going to be unhappy when he found out what
he designed himself into.
"Carolina and you will be in these rooms." Blanca continued. I tried not
to look at either of them knowing I had not heard her correctly.
I walked to the window and looked out to the farm. I tried to figure out
the situation. These two women were not putting two teenagers in adjoining
rooms with the nearest adult being at least three closable doors away. I
had suspected that my mother knew about Iris and me and was not saying
anything about it. I began to consider the possibility that my mother
might be in support of my sexual adventures if not encouraging them
directly. Iris and her talked a lot and became quiet most of the times
that I walked into the same room.
I did not know yet what Blanca's agenda was. I was beginning to
distinguish the outline of my mother's attitude towards me though. I saw
it but it raised more questions than ever about my mother and her side of
the family. I decided to not say anything about the sleeping arrangements.
I could be wrong about the women in my life and Carolina could still veto
the arrangement or anything else that I had not yet formed into a hope.
I actually expected the veto, which taught me to not expect when it came
to a woman's reactions again. Carolina nodded when she heard about the
decision that had been made. All three women managed this thing where they
all made eye contact at the same time. Carolina nodded again in what
seemed like acceptance of the other women's agendas since it allowed the
opportunity she wanted to get back at my stepfather.
It could have all been my imagination except that later in summer Blanca
admitted it and Carolina's actions were corroborative evidence to my
imaginings. My mother was different, finding out what was going through
her mind would have to wait until the next summer.
I thought about leading a rebellion against all this female planning that
used or guided me like a puppet. It lasted as long as it took for Carolina
to walk into her room with a bag of clothing. She dropped the bag and
pulled her shirt over her head. I held my breath when she undid her bra.
She took it off and stretched. She turned a little to reach into the bag
for a t-shirt. I could see the side of her C-cup breast.
The rebellion died a quick and silent death. I took comfort in an uncle
maxim "It's better to let a woman play her hand if you don't know what
it's going to be."
We moved the rest of our stuff into the house. Carolina was extremely
distracting with just a t-shirt over sixteen year old breasts. She began
to sweat as we moved furniture to where everyone needed it. I tried to
avoid the master bedroom so that Carolina would not change her mind and
claim it instead. It was well into the night before we were done. Blanca
opened a wine bottle in celebration. They let Carolina and I have a glass
while the women started to tease the only male in the house. I did the
obligatory blushing, not that I could have avoided it.
Blanca asked me if I wanted to be picked up the next morning. I thought
about it and decided not to wait to start my swimming practice for the
summer. Blanca told me she would pick me up at eight am, which would get
us to the school at eight thirty.
I tested out the bathroom with a quick shower. I went into my room and
prepared my clothing for the week's worth of workouts. Carolina knocked on
the door between our rooms. I opened it for her.
"Hey David." she said. I tried very hard not to notice that she was only
wearing tight grey shorts and a 'wife-beater' t-shirt.
"What's up Carolina?" I asked quietly. I am very proud that I managed to
not look away from her eyes especially considering the strain that needing
to look was putting on me.
"Can I plug this lamp in your room?" she asked holding up a small lamp.
"I'm not used to sleeping here and it would help?"
Too many different thoughts from too many different sides hit me for me to
do the smart thing and just nod. There was why she did not plug it in her
room. There was the observation that such a bad line would only work for a
woman. There was the fact that her nipples had hardened during the time it
took for us to exchange those few words.
"But then your room won't be lit." was what actually escaped from my
mouth. My heart stopped as I tried to find some way to get those words
back and agree to whatever she wanted.
"It will if we leave the door open a little," she explained calmly.
I could only nod since my dick took away all vocal abilities to prevent
any further stupidity. I looked around for an electric outlet. The nearest
one was towards the door to the rest of the house, which meant the door
between us would have to be open, more than a little. My dick tightened
the chokehold on my tongue before I could make that observation.
I pointed and Carolina plugged the lamp in. She waved her fingers at me as
she walked back into her room. I waited until she adjusted the door to her
liking and lay down on her bed. Her head was pointing towards the rest of
the house, which gave her a good view into my room. I turned around and
looked at my bed. I tried finding a not-obvious way of changing where my
head lay as I slept. I had planned to sleep with my head towards the
outside of the house but that would deprive me of the view Carolina had. I
settled for being obvious since she had used a fairly obvious line to
arrange what she wanted. I justified it by thinking that I needed to
signal to her that I was willing participant in her agenda.
Our eyes made contact and I watched her until she fell asleep.
I was waiting for Blanca outside the house the next morning. I wanted no
one in the main house to discover either the sleeping arrangements or
Carolina's addition. This was serving Blanca's need but I was still
waiting for the big sister to make an appearance.
Blanca told me we would be driving by her house so that she could show me
how to get in and how to get there from the university. It was a fairly
neat little house that reminded me more of a permanent trailer than
anything else. She gave me a key and showed me how to get inside. She gave
me a guided tour and we got back into the car to get to the university.
She gave me a tour of the university making sure that I knew where she
worked and how to get there from the athletic center. She also showed me
the roads from which it was a straight walk to her house. She finished the
tour by passing me off to the swimming coach. She spent a few minutes with
us until I pulled the program I was supposed to be following for the
summer. She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and walked back to her car.
The coach spent some time studying the program and looking at me
occasionally.
"A medley swimmer?" he asked me.
I did not know why he was asking that question but nodded anyway. He
showed me the facilities and how to get from one place to another.
My coach had put together a cross-trained program with a lot of work
focusing on my endurance and the non-freestyle strokes. I was also to do
running and weight training. It would be the first time I would be working
with weights and was a little worried. I mentioned that to the coach and
he introduced me to one of the student gym employees. The student told me
he would be happy to teach an 'Olympic prospect' how to work the weights
and would be available to spot when needed. I felt embarrassed at the lie
Blanca had told but wanted to join the twins on the swim team so kept my
mouth shut.
The first day was spent learning what I would be doing with the weights
and getting the kinks out in the pool. I had only spent two weeks out of
the pool but I missed it enough to need a day of being in the water. My
coach had set that up for the first day, which made me confident the
program would get me where I wanted by the end.
The walk to Blanca's house was uneventful and I sat in front of the TV
waiting for her. The first day had taken longer than the rest would so
Blanca got home soon after I did. She asked me about my day and I
described what had happened. She kept the door to her bedroom opened as
she told me about hers. I saw flashes of her as she walked back and forth
across the doorway in different states of undress.
She came and sat down on the other side of the couch. She was wearing a
t-shirt and sweats.
"What do you think of Carolina?" she asked me suddenly. I had been
expecting an opening gambit but how soon it came caught me by surprise.
"She seems a little young to me." I said trying to find something to say
that would not give any clues to what had happened the night before. I did
not understand what had happened with the lamp, but I knew I did not want
Blanca involved just yet. I also wanted to preserve whatever it was that
caused Blanca to do the doorway striptease for me.
"She is very protected by the whole family," she explained. "She has been
sheltered since she was born. She was a late baby, eight years after I was
born so I guess I can't blame everyone."
I heard it in her voice. She might not blame everyone but she blamed
Carolina for something. I nodded as if it made sense to me.
"She has a little growing up to do but I think she's well on her way. This
summer being out of my mother's house and away from my brothers should
help a lot," she continued.
I thought it best not to say anything.
"Let's get you home," she said getting up from the couch and picking up
her car keys. It was only a half hour to the farm so it did not give me a
lot of time to think. I only came to one conclusion; Blanca was going to
move fast on whatever she had planned. Carolina was waiting for me when we
got to the house. She wanted to show me some more of the farm while the
other women got our first dinner together ready. She walked me around and
told me what her chores were during the summer and the school year. On the
way to the house, she shyly took my hand.
I came to the conclusion that Carolina was also planning to move fast.
Dinner would have been unpleasant except that Marisa had a lot to tell me
about farm life. She spent what time she did not spend telling me how cool
the horses were asking for a pig as a pet. I walked home after dinner and
took a shower. Carolina came home and told me it was too early to go to
sleep and to come outside with her. We sat outside the house staring out
at the highway and watching the stars. Her hand found its way back into
mine. She should have been too old to even think about me in the way it
was obvious she was thinking of me. Sixteen-year-old females and fourteen
year old boys do not mix by the female's choice. I thought about what
Blanca had told me and asked Carolina if she would be having friends over
the house.
She told me she only really had friends during the school year and during
school time. They all lived in the city or its suburbs. There was helping
with the farm during the summer. This summer they had given her a little
more freedom because the help my parents would be around the farm. I got
to like her in those couple of hours outside and wanted to tell her that
whatever she had planned was probably not worth playing along with Blanca
to get. Before I could get the words out, I heard my mother and my
stepfather at the front door. We froze and listened to them talk.
My stepfather was laying it on pretty thick. I hated when he did that, my
mother always heard him out. I got angry when he talked about trying to
connect with me and her not allowing it. Carolina put her hand over my
mouth and shook her head when I turned to look at her. I sat back against
the house and tried to relax. Carolina took her hand away and turned so
she was on her knees facing me. She stared into my eyes watching for me to
get angry again at my stepfather's bullshit. She tried to look through the
house at them when my stepfather brought up Iris and me spending too much
time together. She looked back at me with questions in her eyes. I
shrugged my shoulders knowing I would have to answer those questions
later.
The good thing about bringing up Iris was that my mother stopped the
conversation and went inside. Carolina and I waited until my stepfather
left before we went inside ourselves.
"Where have you been?" my mother asked me; still angry at the way the
conversation outside had turned to Iris and me. I thought my stepfather
was pretty stupid to voluntarily bring up sore points when trying to get
back together with his wife, but he was not asking me for advice.
"I wanted to show him how far we could see at night." Carolina answered
before I could, "He's a big city boy and I hear you can't see very far at
night."
Her smile disarmed my mother's anger and my mother dropped on the couch.
Carolina sat down next to her. I recognized the signs of female bonding
and escaped into my room. I changed into my sleep clothes and made sure
the next morning's clothing was ready. I lay down in bed and thought about
Blanca and Carolina. Blanca was definitely jealous of Carolina's 'baby of
the family' status. I counted the siblings and the years between them. The
oldest male was thirty-six, the oldest female was thirty-four, Jesus was
thirty-two, my stepfather was thirty-one, the brother that managed the
farm was twenty-nine, Blanca was 24 and Carolina was sixteen. After a
five-year break between children they must have thought Blanca was a late
blessing. Blanca was probably treated just like Carolina was until the
real late blessing arrived. Blanca was jealous and resented Carolina, that
much I could feel around the edges.
How badly had her family handled Blanca after Carolina's surprise arrival?
I knew that would make the difference in what Blanca wanted. I did not
think it would be too bad since Blanca seemed to love Carolina as much as
the rest of the family.
I heard Carolina's door open and I looked in. She walked into my room with
her nightclothes. She was going to take a shower and wanted to turn the
lamp on so she would not wake me when she came back in to her room. We
talked a little bit before she walked to the bathroom.
I was tired, mostly carryover from the day before but I fought to keep
myself awake for when she came back to her room. I was glad I did because
she entered her room only wearing a towel. The lamp did not give enough
light in either room but the moonlight that poured through the window into
her room framed her body. She put her nightclothes, the same shorts and
t-shirt as the night before on her bed. She pulled the towel off facing
the windows and patted herself down with it. I watched her hungrily. She
bent down and started to dry her hair. I could only see her naked body in
profile but my mind filled in the rest. She dropped the towel on the floor
and turned to grab the clothing on her bed. I loved her ass; it was
heart-shaped, firm and full. She put the t-shirt on first and made the
t-shirt with no bottoms one of my favorite clothing combinations for
women. She stood looking at the window for a moment. I stared at her ass
thankful for the time. She bent down and slowly pulled her shorts on.
Women must be born with seduction instincts because she had me in that
moment. She lay down in bed, pulled her cover over her and turned her face
to look into my room.
Our eyes made contact and we held it until for the second night she fell
asleep with me watching her.
I was waiting for Blanca again the next morning. I was crouching by an
anthill watching a single ant try to find its way home. It had been drawn
off the trail by some animal feed. In the pool that day, I wondered who
had a better chance, the ant of finding its way home or me deciphering the
actions of the women around me.
I fell asleep on the couch in Blanca's living room and woke up to her
running her fingertips on my stomach. She smiled at me when I opened my
eyes and kept doing it for another fifteen minutes before letting me up to
drive to the farm.
I decided to make the next overture to Carolina. She needed me to signal
that I was willing to play. I knew from my experience with Iris that
Carolina would take a few steps back but she had shown me the stakes we
were playing for.
I took a quick shower after hers. I hoped she had not fallen asleep. A
quick peek into her room showed that she was lying on her bed but her eyes
were open. I avoided eye contact since what I was going to be doing would
be embarrassing enough. I was not self-conscious about my body but it was
tough to drop the towel and stand naked where she could see me. I moved
around the room to give her as many angles as possible. I felt silly after
awhile and stood framed by the door staring out the window. It was
beautiful outside with the moon adding mystery to everything. I thought of
Iris wondering if my uncle and her had renewed the sexual relationship I
was sure they had before she moved to our apartment. My thinking moved on
to Rachel and our last conversation. I felt guilty having avoided her but
that slap had hurt me in a way I had not hurt in a long time. I thought
about my crush on her and the first time I had felt the physical
attraction to her. I smiled at my fantasies of her. I had not thought
about those fantasies after Iris and I had sex. They were childish but
pure in their intensity. I replayed them in my mind changing them to be
more real. I stopped when I realized I had hardened in full view of
Carolina. I quickly put on my sleep clothes and lay down. I did not look
to Carolina just closed my eyes and tried not to think of Rachel.
There was race at the anthill the next morning, at least it looked like a
race of worker ants trying to be the first to get the food to the queen. I
did not know there was a race going around between my step-aunts. Blanca
had the advantage being more experienced and in this case more motivated.
I was sleeping on Blanca's couch that afternoon. I woke up to Blanca
running her fingers along my stomach. I had remembered it from the day
before and had lain down shirtless. She kept touching me when I opened my
eyes to stare at her. I did not really have anything to say even if a part
of my body was waking up also.
"Do you mind if I take a shower before I take you home?" she asked
quietly. I looked at her body and noticed she was wrapped in a white
towel. Her fingers were still running trails on my skin.
"Sure, whatever you need." I replied.
She got up and walked to the bathroom; I turned to watch her. The door
stayed opened just enough that if I sat up I could peek inside. It was not
a hard decision.
She gossiped about work with me on the way to the farm. She said she was
taking my stepfather and mom out to dinner. The rest of us had a quiet
dinner. Marisa and her grandmother had bonded so they were in their own
little world. Due to the upcoming nuptials of the other two dinner
participants, Carolina and I were left to entertain ourselves. She
announced she still had some work to do around the farm and asked if I
would help her. Again, it was not a hard decision.
All she had to do was walk around the fence picking up garbage that had
gotten in from the road. We started and ended at the Jesus house as I had
begun to call it. She tossed the garbage bags in front of the house where
we would see them in the morning to take them away. She gave me a shove
and ran into a small patch of woods by the house. I followed and caught up
to her only when we were hidden from anyone not in the woods. We wrestled
back and forth for a couple of minutes before I theatrically gave up and
lay down on the ground. She triumphantly straddled my waist and pinned my
shoulders for a quick 1-2-3.
She sat on me and smiled down at me.
"Who is Iris?" she asked suddenly.
"She's one of our relatives. She lives with us." I replied solemnly.
"What else?" she pushed. I thought about what to say but decided to let
her hang herself.
"What do you want to know?" I asked her.
She leaned down so that her dark hair washed on my face and hid our faces
from the world.
"Have you ever done anything with her?" she asked staring into my eyes as
if she would be able to find what she wanted in them.
"Yes." I answered quietly.
"What have you done?"
"I have done what you are really asking with her." I interrupted. She
popped up a little away from me at that. I had not said it angrily but I
had wanted to cut through some of the virginal reluctance.
This time I had enough time to hear the night coming down on us as she
stared at me. She dropped her upper body again and kissed me. It was
sweet, innocent like no kiss Iris had ever given me. I tried to return the
taste of it but could only give her the intimacy my kisses lacked with
Iris. We kissed like the teenagers we were, discovering different ways two
people could make contact with just their mouths. I let her initiate
bringing our tongues into the action. She stopped the kissing for a moment
to touch my face. She came down for another kiss but this time her mouth
opened so her tongue could touch me. I opened my mouth to touch her with
my tongue. The kissing deepened and without thinking my hands moved down
until I was cupping her buttocks. She stopped the kissing but did not move
away. I started to flex my hands on her ass and moved up to recapture her
lips. She let me bring her back to losing the innocence in our kissing.
The race was on. Both participants had made their initial move but Blanca
was woman. She was aware of her competition and knew she had to move
faster than teenage hormones to lodge me solidly in her agenda.
The next afternoon Blanca made a move to hold my attention for the
weekend. I woke as soon as she came in the door to her house but kept my
eyes closed.
I was beginning to enjoy being woken up by her touch. I must have fallen
back asleep because I woke again with her hand on my stomach. She was not
looking at me when my eyes opened. I looked down at her hand. She was
close to the edge of my shorts and the feel of her hand me caused my dick
to harden. I was not wearing underwear so my dick had freedom beneath the
cloth to grow as hard as needed.
"Ooh, I'll be having fun too." Blanca sighed. I looked up and she was
staring at me. I felt her hand cover my dick through my shorts. She
wrapped her hand around me and gave me a few strokes. I pushed my hips
towards her; her touch was more experienced than Iris and more pleasurable
somehow.
She stopped and put her hands on the edge of my shorts on both sides of my
hips.
"Lift up, David." she said.
I thought I heard lust in her voice. I lifted my hips and she dragged my
shorts down to my ankles. She sat back down again by my knees and looked
at my hard dick.
"Remind me to fuck you when you're all grown up, David." she said as she
reached a hand to grab my dick at its base. She moved her hand upward in a
light grip. It felt fantastic with the added bonus of being allowed to
watch her as she concentrated on the task. Her other hand joined its pair
on my dick. She looked up at me and smiled happily. She seemed to know it
had been awhile since I had the opportunity to relieve myself so she
wasted no time. She wrapped both her hands around my dick; even then I was
large enough for that. She stroked one hand off my dick and moved it to my
base. This was one continuous stroke up my dick that had me curling my
toes and pushing up with my hips after very little time. She recognized
the signs and started using just one hand. The hand on my dick stroked me
back and forth but the thumb was applying more and then less pressure on
the underside of my dick. She rubbed my ball sac with her other hand. I
grunted and she cupped my ball sack and squeezed harder as she stroked my
dick. I came with the added force of a week and half that not cumming adds
to the teenage orgasm. The first was a shot that landed on my chest, the
rest of the orgasm felt like cum was pouring out of me. She squeezed me
with her thumb at the base of my dick and moved it upward to the head
milking me in the process. Her other hands was gently coaxing my balls to
give her more. I saw spots before my eyes before I collapsed back on the
couch.
I felt the rough cloth of a towel on my body as she cleaned my cum off. I
watched her as she hummed through the job.
"Are you ready to go?" she asked as she dropped the towel beside the
couch.
I was young so the time it took to get home, wash up, and have dinner was
all I needed to be ready to be male company to Carolina's growing
sexuality. We were in the woods again; I had my back resting on a tree.
She sat down in my lap and my hands went immediately to her ass. She
ground her ass into my hands as her open mouth dropped on mine. It was
more sexual this time; she was unknowingly making a pitch against Blanca.
I wanted to strip away her clothing and be inside her but she was not
ready. I satisfied myself with handfuls of sixteen year old at the cusp of
teenage perfection and a mouth kissing promises of more.
I lay down on Blanca's couch that Friday hoping for a repeat of the day
before especially after the frustration of Carolina's shapely ass in my
hands the night before. Blanca had cementing of her status as lead sexual
pleasure on her mind.
It was masturbation again but this time it was different. She held off my
pleasure a couple of times. She started fast as if she were going to
finish me like the day before. She was doing her two hands stroking off my
dick but did not stop at the first sign of orgasmic approach. She kept
stroking one hand off and returning it to the base of my cock while the
other hand stroked off and was returned to the base of my cock. I was
being stimulated but wanted a little more focused action. It slowed the
approach of orgasm to the point that I was fighting to cum. I grunted as I
felt the first pulse but she squeezed my dick hard. She had stopped moving
and was just squeezing down. I was too hard for it to hurt but I fought to
give myself that last stroke. She let my dick go and grabbed my hands. She
lay down on top of my chest and kissed me. Her tongue moved right into my
mouth. She was giving me a woman's kiss and it struck me hard enough the
pressure on my dick subsided.
She taught me how to seduce with a kiss. How to move high and low on the
intensity scale to control the other person's arousal, always moving
upward but in different areas. She waited until I lost some of my hardness
before she put her hand back on me. She stroked me with one hand as she
continued her lessons in kissing a woman. She taught me hard kissing, a
strong, commanding wave of desire. She taught me focused; in the entire
world all that matters is you kissing me. We kissed and I learned how to
make a woman mine with nothing on her body but lips and maybe a little
tongue.
Her hand had kept stroking me and I began to pump into her as I felt the
approach of orgasm again. She took her hand away and pushed away from me
with both hands on my chest. She pinned me down as if her weight on me
would keep the orgasm away. It would not have been enough except she
distracted me even further.
"Now you have something to teach Carolina," she said in a voice only a
woman can produce. I looked at her trying to read her secrets but she just
kept smiling moving up and down with my breathing. I did not know what to
say and could only accept that her agenda included Carolina.
I chose her side then.
I doubted Carolina's agenda included anyone but her. Blanca was willing
to... I did not really know what Blanca was willing to; I just knew it
included me having Carolina also.
The surprise had calmed me down enough to her satisfaction. She moved to
kiss me again and it was a gentle reward. She put her hand back on my
dick. She moved it up and down as gently as her lips were touching me. She
had no intentions of stopping this time, but would give no help except
slow, smooth strokes. I had been prepped by the two false starts so it did
not take very long before I was ready to cum again. She did not stop this
time and the orgasm was almost gentle. She deepened the kiss as my body
released itself on to her. It took a moment after I was done for us to
realize that my cum had mostly hit her.
She laughed at the mess. She patted my dick before she walked into the
bathroom for a shower. She left the door wide open and I moved around to
watch her.
In the woods, I tried out my newly acquired kissing skills. I guided
Carolina so her back was against a tree. I held her hands above her head
so that our only points of contact were my hands holding hers and our
lips.
She gave me a long kiss goodnight on my bed before she moved into her
room. She got naked and lay on top of her covers letting my eyes touch
her. Blanca had been right I did have something to teach Carolina that
night.
It was the weekend so even though Blanca was around we did not have a
chance to move off alone. On Saturday, I returned to groping Carolina's
ass amidst our kissing in the woods. She breathed a sigh of relief as the
maturity level of my seduction came back down to something she could
handle.
Sunday night, I had my arms around her waist and we kissed at our door. I
had no shirt on and her hands on my back were exciting. I could have taken
her to my bed that night. I felt it in her kiss that she had made the jump
to wanting me and not just getting back at my stepfather. I would have if
I had not already been given an offer that included more of Carolina than
she was willing to give that night. I had deciphered more of Blanca's
words and knew she was going to teach me how to make Carolina give more
than I could get from her if I relied only on my experience.
I did not sleep that Monday afternoon. I was becoming mechanical in my
work ethic. There was something waiting for me in the afternoon so my body
moved through the workouts with purpose. I felt the coach and the other
people's eyes on me in the gym. The women that occasionally worked out
were especially obvious about their curiosity. I guess my mind not being
quite present while my body did its job was seen as intensity.
Blanca had to solidify control over her rival's agenda. I understood that.
I had been on her side, but the weekend especially the realization that
Carolina's virginity was mine for the taking had weakened Blanca's
position. Thinking about it, I could not fall asleep. I thought about
telling Blanca what I thought of Carolina's readiness to force her hand. I
wanted to fuck my first woman. I shook my head at the egotism of that
particular thought: better that I just take Carolina's virginity and forgo
Blanca than start behaving like that type of asshole.
Blanca walked in to me sitting on the couch shooting down other
suggestions by my ego.
"Tough day, darling?" she asked as she dropped her purse by the side of
the couch and stood in front of me. I shrugged forcing the suggestion that
I grab her, throw her and fuck her like a man down into the place I kept
other such dark fantasies. Blanca was in the driver's seat and I liked
where I thought she could get me better than where I knew to go.
"Ah... tough weekend." she answered her own question looking down at my
crotch. I was hard and had been so for at least a half hour. The
suggestions that my ego was whispering to me were too dark for me but that
did not mean I had not thought them through causing my discomfort.
She smiled at me.
"Obviously, I have my work cut out for me if I want to keep you in line."
she said with a smirk. Blanca was slowly approaching the line of telling
me what she wanted and that she was willing to pay with my sexual
pleasure. She grabbed a cushion from the couch and threw it at my feet. My
mind did a hiccup. She leaned down, grabbed my shorts and pulled them off
my body. I had gotten into the habit of not wearing underwear after that
first time so I was naked before her. She pushed my legs apart so that she
could stare at me.
I was only fourteen but my body had matured some. My mind did another
hiccup and my dick flexed as she knelt on the cushion between my legs. I
knew from the magazines what she was going to do. Iris and I had not made
it there with our sexual connections; we were always too horny to bother.
She took me in her hand and I set a new record for hardness as I watched
her stroke me. She was looking at me, teasing me with her eyes. I waited
hoping I did not cum immediately upon her mouth touching me.
She leaned down and licked my ball sack. I nearly jumped from the couch at
the sensation. She made eye contact again and stroked my dick. I wanted my
eyes to command her but they only pleaded for more. She licked my ball
sack on the opposite side from before. This time my hips did jump from the
couch as she proceeded to give my sack a tongue bath as her hand continued
to stroke me.
There were wars in my body. My body could not decide which pleasure to
focus on; the coolness of my sack where she had moistened, the heat on my
sack where she was licking or the feel of my dick as it prepared to
explode cum into the air. I could not decide whether it was pleasure or
pleasurable torture. I wanted to stand up grab her head and force my dick
into her mouth and down her throat. I had to settle for enjoying the
licking as my hips came back to the couch. She took her hand off my dick
delaying the orgasm. She stopped licking my ball and ran her nails along
my thighs. I discovered my legs were sensitive to a woman's touch. She
watched me and I reached inside myself for some modicum of control.
Even that was shattered as she moved up with her eyes still on me and
licked me from the base to the tip of my dick. It was my first blowjob and
even if it had only lasted for two minutes so far I could not hold on. She
looked at me after her lick and understood that. She pushed up with her
hands on both sides of my hips and impaled her mouth on my dick. My hips
came up and lodged me partway into her throat as wetness and heat
surrounded me. She pulled back to give herself room and then stroked down
with her mouth again. I clenched my fists trying to hold on but she
grabbed the base of my dick with one hand and my ball sack with the other.
She rubbed my ball sack in a milking motion coaxing them to release. Her
other hand stroked up to push her mouth off my dick. I pushed up with my
hips and she let me penetrate into her mouth freely. I relaxed downward;
she sucked on the head of my dick. I reached down grabbed the back of her
head; I felt her relaxing allowing me control. I pumped into her, released
and pumped into her as deep as I could. She sucked in with that last pump
and it took me over the top.
Over the top was bringing both of my hands to the back of her head,
dropping my hips, and then driving my cock into her mouth. If she had not
taken a man into her throat before, she did now. I held myself there like
something thrown into air that floats at the top for a moment before
coming down. Her harsh breath on my pubes began the descent into cumming.
I dropped my hips not being able to control my body as my dick shot into
her mouth. She followed me down, getting me out of her throat but keeping
my dickhead where it had a straight shot down her throat. I shot one load
into her and she started milking my ball sack and my dick with her hand.
She pulled up on my dick with her hand drawing a second shot. She kept
moving her hand up until only the head of my dick was in her mouth. She
took her hand off my dick, grabbed my base, and stroked upward with her
thumb on the underside, which milked my final shot into her.
She continued fondling my ball sack and my dick. Her mouth kept
stimulating me until I had to ask her to stop. She did, almost. She
stopped sucking but started licking my dick. She made sure to give every
part of my dick tongue love. I laid back, closed my eyes, and enjoyed her
experience in how to bring a boy down from his first blowjob correctly.
We were parked in front of the farmhouse. I did not want to join my real
world yet. The dinners were slowly becoming sectioned off into the
couples. Blanca was the only one that crossed into the Carolina and David
section.
"Blanca, what do you want from me and Carolina?" I asked looking at some
chickens feeding by the car.
"How about we talk about that tomorrow?" she replied. I turned to look at
her. Her eyes were studying me with honest intent. I did not have a choice
but to accept her request.
It was another sectional meal; Blanca broke Carolina out by offering to
help with her chores. Carolina did not know Blanca knew about her; I
could only watch as she accepted the offer. Her eyes told me to wait up as
she walked out of the room.
I took a long hot shower. It was the first opportunity I had to relax in
the heat. I thought about Blanca and Carolina mostly. She had promised me
tomorrow so I would have to keep Carolina at a distance. My dick hardening
in the shower told me it would not be the easiest thing I had ever done.
She did not talk to me when she came home. She pulled clothing out of a
drawer and walked out. I heard the shower start seconds later. My mother
stormed into the house and stopped at my door.
"How are you doing, baby?" she asked. She was obviously trying to get a
conversation going. I walked out of my room and into the kitchen.
"I'm okay, mom."
"Are you enjoying... Puerto Rico?" she said leaning over the counter.
There was suggestion in her voice. I poured a glass of water and looked at
her thinking about my answer. I decided to suggest right along with her.
"I miss Iris." I said.
"Carolina is not keeping you busy?"
That was not what I was hoping for, especially with Carolina walking
behind my mother in a just a towel. She stopped and leaned on the counter
next to my mother and looked at me waiting for the answer.
"Carolina is older than I am." I tried to skate out of the way.
My mother and Carolina looked at each and decided not to let me. They
looked back to me with identical looks of curiosity.
"Carolina, I'm fourteen and you're sixteen." I tried to explain myself.
"If we weren't stuck on a farm would you even be talking to me?"
"Of course, I would." she defended herself.
"How many freshmen male students do you talk to in high school?" I asked
her. She was honest enough to blush at that.
"There's differences, it's not bad thing. I'm just used to someone my own
age." I shrugged at that wondering how I could have been so stupid as to
have continued flapping my lips. My mother laughed at the look on my face
and walked towards her room. Carolina had a teasing smile on her face at
my discomfort. She walked away from me and into her room. I finished my
water and promised myself I would learn when not to speak.
I walked into my room and found Carolina turning the lamp on. She was only
wearing a black lace bra and panties. She stood up and posed for me. She
let my eyes drink their fill.
"What was that about?" she asked leaning back against the wall doing some
more posing.
"What was I supposed to say?" I asked.
"She only asked you how you were enjoying Puerto Rico." she replied, "Why
did you have to bring me up?"
"It was how she asked the question like she thinks there's something going
on."
"So what if she thinks there's something going on. Blanca and her put us
in the same room."
We hit a subject I definitely wanted to avoid. I walked up her and put my
arms around her waist. I looked into her eyes and whispered, "Look, I'm
sorry. I just didn't think, okay?"
I kissed her softly, nothing more than the lightest touch. She put her
arms around my neck and pulled me into a deeper kiss. We kissed with my
body pressing her into the wall for some time. I brought my hands from
around her waist to either side of her hips. I pushed my lower body closer
into contact with her. She drove her tongue into my mouth as she ground
herself on my crotch. My dick began to get demanding. I thought about
Blanca's promise to tell me about her agenda the next day.
I moved downward until I was sitting on my ankles with Carolina straddled
on my lap. I grabbed two handfuls of her ass and brought sexuality into
the kissing. Carolina tried to back away from it a little; I let her pull
back and looked at her hungrily. The virginal reluctance returned; I had
made a move too soon. I nodded to her and pulled her down for another
brief touch of a kiss. She calmed down but I could feel her body was still
tense. I let her take control of the action knowing I had done what I
could to defend Blanca's agenda. If Carolina got over her momentary fear,
she would not be a virgin in the morning.
I was staring at the ants again the next morning; they were making a trail
to a large dead insect. Carolina had stayed backed away from her
sexuality. I did not know if I was happy or sad about that. I had a
feeling that Blanca was going to involve me in a bog from which I might
never get out.
She pulled up and looked at me out the window of her car. She smiled at
me, a part of her knowing I had been tested the night before. I walked
around to the other side of the car and got in. She did not pull away
instead she reached over wrapped one hand as much as she could through my
shorts around my dick and used the other to pull me into a kiss filled
with the heat of promise.
I slept nude on the couch that afternoon. I had a constant hard-on since
the morning kiss from Blanca and letting my dick touch air was better than
keeping myself trapped in my shorts.
I woke up to Blanca smiling down at me.
"You seem to have a problem," she said looking at my dick.
I was hard.
Very hard.
I was frustrated which was not something I was used to. I had gone from
masturbation to sex whenever I wanted in one summer. I did not know enough
about sex to be frustrated at the simplicity of what I had. I came home
and if my mom was not home Iris and I fucked in our room. If she was home,
Iris and I fucked before we went to sleep. On weekends, I got up a little
early for practice and left Iris to her sleep after a quick fuck. Carolina
had brought me to the reality of teenage frustration. At the same time,
Blanca had brought me to the adult male's version of teenage frustration;
a woman with an agenda using sex to achieve it.
I looked at Blanca and the frustration must have shown. My dick pulsed
with emotion; I was so hard it ached. She must have felt I was close to
losing control. She reached behind her and undid the dress. She wiggled
out of it in a motion that was sheer woman. She was wearing a white bra
and panties. My dick pulsed as she reached behind her to undo the bra.
Blanca was a little taller than me and athletically slim. Her breasts
hardly moved downwards as they were released from captivity. Carolina was
shorter and more curvaceous than Blanca but Blanca had nothing to be
ashamed about. She put her hands on her hips and did the same wriggle to
take off her panties.
"I've been thinking about you all day," she said as I stared at the
juncture of her legs. "I've been ready for this all day."
She put one leg on the other side of my hips so that my dick was pointing
at her pussy. She looked into my eyes and lowered herself. She brought a
hand down to grab me at my base.
"This will take the edge off," she said as she held my dick still as she
placed her pussy lips on my dick. She moved her hips to get my head just
inside her lips. Her head fell back at the pleasure of the penetration.
She lowered herself about halfway down my dick, let go of my dick and
lowered herself the rest of the way. Because her foot was flat on the
couch we were at bad angle, I was used to Iris who liked my dick as far
into her as she could get it so my next action was born of the only sexual
experience I had. I reached down and grabbed the bottom of each of her
asscheeks from around her legs, I turned my hips to match the angle of her
pussy, I used my hands on her asscheeks to open her, I pulled my hips back
to give myself space, and then I thrust into her as hard as I could to get
as deep into her as I could. She groaned at that and put her hands on my
chest. I dropped my hips to the couch, her leg collapsed from under her,
and the fall drove me into her as deep as my thrust had.
This time she screamed my name as her pussy flooded with the wetness of
her orgasm. My dick did not ache anymore, she was not as tight as Iris but
her pussy was wetter and hotter. Her pussy was a soothing lotion on my
dick. She ground her hips into me getting the most out of her orgasm. I
could not hold out from her motion, I moved my hands to her hips pushed up
into her and ground my dick against the inside of her body. I felt her
pussy clench in the beginning of another orgasm as I shot the first spurt
of my orgasm into her. Her second orgasmic reaction was different than the
first one, her pussy opened itself to keep me inside of her and to accept
the full blow of each shot of cum that my dick was letting out. We were
lost to each other for the next minute as our bodies focused on the
sensation of the orgasms and then their aftershocks.
Her upper body fell on top of mine and we rested together until I slipped
out of her body. She sighed as she felt me slip out of her. She moved down
and cleaned my dick, ball sack and surrounding area with her mouth.
Iris was going to learn how to do that.
Blanca got up and walked to the phone. I heard her dial and then whisper
into it. I thought about getting up to get ready to leave but did not have
the energy to move. The edge of horniness had been shaved down but there
was still a dull throb of it in the back of my mind. Carolina was the only
one that would satisfy that portion of it.
She came back and sat down by my hips.
I looked at her and sighed, "I guess I have to get up, huh?"
"No." she replied, "I just called your mother and told her I was not
feeling well. I asked if it was okay for you to stay here for the night."
"What about clothes for the morning?" I asked.
"Don't you always keep an extra pair in your pack?" she asked back.
I laughed at myself; a few of my brain cells must have been lulled to
sleep. I forgot about the extra set I kept just in case.
"What about clothes for here?" I asked.
I almost fell in love with her smile as she replied, "You're not going to
need them baby."
She took my hand and led me into the bathroom. We showered together. She
made sure to wash me carefully everywhere. She did not use a shower rag
but soaped her hands. She spent a long time making sure my dick was
thoroughly clean. She had to make me hard to make sure she got every spot.
She even checked the cleanliness with her mouth.
She let me bathe her as well. Blanca had a beautiful body, not what would
eventually become my favorite template, but one that would always be a
close second. She was fit and tight everywhere but only in motion could
you detect the muscle lines beneath her skin. She moved under my hands and
every so often she let out moans. We walked naked into the bedroom and she
pushed me onto my back on her bed.
She climbed on top of me so that her pussy lips straddled the underside of
my dick. She moved up and down the length but did not allow me
penetration.
"You wanted to talk?" she reminded me when I moved down to adjust her so I
could get inside her. I put my hands behind my head and nodded at her.
"You wanted to know what I want from you and Carolina?" she said as she
rubbed her clit on my dick. She was trying to gather her courage by making
herself hornier. It works if the thing you are trying to build yourself up
for is something sexual.
"I want you to break her," she said finally.
I tried to get up but she put both of her hands on my chest pushing down.
I tried again; this time she adjusted herself on top of me so that my cock
lodged itself inside her. It stopped my attempt to get up especially when
she fucked me completely inside of her. I lay back down and she ground
herself on top of me until she was a razor's edge from an orgasm.
"What are you?" she looked at me confused by her reaction to me. I
remembered Rachel had asked me almost the same thing. I looked up at her.
One go around with that question was all womankind were going to get from
me. It was not really me though; it was the sex. It is like women walk
around expecting to have a disappointing time in bed with a man. I did not
know how that could possibly be. My uncles had told me what I needed to
know but Iris had proven every one of their statements. Iris had been the
leader at the beginning of our sexual play but her orgasms had changed
that. From almost the time she had her first orgasm she had ceded control
over our relationship to me. After the near rape in the back of the van
where she had come on my dick, she was damn near submissive to me. To put
it crassly, Iris spread her legs whenever I pleased and came almost
immediately after penetration. My uncles had been absolutely right when a
woman starts believing sex with you is pleasure her mind does half the
work for you. Every now and then you have to reinforce the belief but for
the most part she fucks herself good. This cannot possibly be a secret
from men.
I just looked at Blanca waiting for her. She was the cause of her
pleasure; her mind was doing all the foreplay. My uncles had been right
about that too.
"I want her to belong to you." she said quietly staring into my eyes, "And
then I want you to give her to me."
It came together for me. How badly her family must have handled Carolina's
usurping of Blanca's status as 'the baby' of the family. It was deep in
her eyes the envy, jealousy and resentment. I knew Carolina; it would have
been hard to hate her. The closest Blanca's nature allowed was the
perverting of the love she had for her sister.
"How can I do that?" I whispered pulling her down so that her face was an
inch from mine.
"I'll teach you how to make her beg for you." Her hips were moving almost
of their own volition. She could barely hold air in her lungs as her
thoughts excited her.
"I'll teach you everything you need to make her give herself completely to
you. She'll do anything for you, even fuck me." I felt her pussy clench in
the beginning of orgasm.
"Then when you go, she'll be mine." she pulled her pussy up my dick and
slammed herself down to free the orgasm in her body. I lay there watching
her as she ground her hips to extend the explosion in her body as much as
she could.
She sat up and watched me back when she recovered.
"You haven't fucked her yet have you?" she asked nervously. I watched her
silently. She moved nervously on me.
"No but it was a close thing." I answered.
"What do you think?" she asked me and could not keep the nervousness out
of her voice. I closed my eyes and thought about it.
"Are you sure we can do it?" I asked not opening my eyes.
"It's in her David." I heard. "SHE asked me for a prescription for the
pill. If I leave her here alone, my porn is disturbed enough that I know
she watched it. Even when the only thing in the house has been all girl
movies."
I nodded to myself. Carolina definitely had it in her. Carolina and I did
not share blood but there was still the taint of incest to our getting
together. She was also willing to do it a couple of doors from my mother.
Maybe it was only teenage hormones but still.
I opened my eyes to look at Blanca. She saw what she wanted in my eyes and
smiled. I grabbed her waist and turned us so that I was on top of her. I
put my hands on the bottom of her knees and spread her for my cock. I had
cum less than a half hour before so her body had plenty of time to enjoy
the depth and power I could give my strokes from this position.
It was the second week of our vacation to Puerto Rico and my life had
taken another sexual turn.
Time had to be created for Blanca to teach me about sexual technique and
the building of the proper mental framework for Carolina. After I told her
about Carolina and my adventures to date, Blanca instructed me to let
Carolina drive the time of the loss of her virginity. Carolina had made up
her mind about sex with me but Blanca thought if I did not push we would
not get to it for another two weeks. I had to become as much as I could of
what Carolina wanted sexually which meant going through all the virginal
paces towards making her a woman.
Blanca had a vacation planned for the next week and made the excuse that
she would be working late for the present week to keep me at her place
longer. I had agreed to Blanca's plan so I was an attentive student, not
to mention that all the lessons used her body as my lab.
Carolina relegated us back to the woods.
It started with more kissing lessons. I leaned back on a tree with my
hands behind me as Carolina put her weight on me to share in the kissing.
I refused to touch her until she was nearly crawling on me. I gently put
my arms around her and held her still for the rest of the kissing.
She was leaning against the tree another time. I was touching her face and
looking into her eyes. The kisses were brief touches regardless of how
much she wanted to deepen them.
In my room, she pushed my hands to her ass as she sat in my lap.
We were in our underwear on her bed, my fingers played along her naked
skin. Circles, squares, triangles, formless lines all danced on her.
My hand was on her breast through the bra. I touched, played with her
nipple through the lace. She reached behind and undid the catch needing my
hand on her flesh. My lips and tongue felt even better as measured by her
cries.
She was topless on her bed. My hand was on her pleasure center as my lips
kept her from crying words that would make me stop. I could taste the
sweetness of her wet warmth with my hands. She prayed thanks that night,
she should have prayed for herself.
She was naked on my bed. This lesson I had practiced and practiced. There
was such simplicity in the pleasure my mouth could bring a woman. It was a
gift to pray thanks that pleasure could be so easy to draw from a woman's
body. Blanca held back from me in her instructor -(TM)s role, but Carolina
was free to let her body tell me how I pleased her.
Her hands told me it was time. We were kissing by her bed. My hands were
roaming her naked body freely. Her hands settled on my hips and played
with the waistband of my shorts. I did not react, continuing to touch what
I could. She moved her hands inside the band and ran them along the
inside. I brought my hands to her face so that she had free reign. She
stopped to gather her courage; I would take over once she made a
definitive move signaling her virginity was mine to take. She pushed my
shorts down far enough to free my dick and moved a hand to circle me. It
was an unsure touch, sexier for its innocence. I took my lips from her and
pushed my shorts off. I stepped into her, my dick touched her belly and I
took her mouth in the same kiss that had caused her to retreat once
before. She rubbed my dick with her body in a signal that there would be
no retreat this time. I pushed against her until she fell on the bed. I
trapped her with my body and let my hands roam freely again. We
straightened on the bed after awhile. I took my time going step by step. I
let her legs spread naturally through the pleasure on her breasts and her
need for my touch between her legs. I put my knee between her legs; her
body followed its nature and trapped my leg in protest. I did not take a
step back but continued to use my lips and hands to persuade. I was
keeping her on the edge; each step forward she stepped back from the edge
but the edge was calling to her. Her hands were on my shoulders, her nails
biting into me asking for what she could not vocalize yet. I moved my
other knee so that my body was between her legs. She moved her legs and
locked onto my hips in virginal panic. I did not move but let my lips talk
her down. She would have come down completely except that my dick head
kept coming into contact with her pussy. I reached between us and used my
hand to rub myself up and down her pussy. I split her lips and her nails
bit into my shoulders again. I did not make the move into her; I just
rubbed myself up and down again. I left myself just outside of her
entrance and took her face in both hands. I kissed her softly, coaxing her
body to accept me as her mind had. She relaxed and I pushed myself inside
until I met resistance. Our tongues rubbed against each other as I pulled
myself out and penetrated to her resistance again. Blanca had made sure I
was drained enough to be in control while I was fucking Carolina just to
her body's maidenhood. The penetration and penetration and penetration was
enough to take her to where her toes were over the edge. She brought her
knees up and spread them, her body telling mine she wanted what I had to
give. It was not enough though, I wanted her pain and pleasure to collide
and meld in the same moment. My giving of pain had to be in some part
accepted as pleasure. I reached between us and rubbed her clit as I moved
only the head of my dick in and out of her. She was moving her hips to
entice me to fuck into her. I positioned myself so that I could fuck
straight down into her when she was ready. I added pressure to the touch
on her clit; she stopped moving and called my name. I had been waiting for
it, I pushed myself to her resistance, I pulled back to give myself room
and ripped it aside with my dick. I was not inside her far enough; I
pulled back and drove into her as hard as I could. Her nails cut into me
and her legs locked around me in protest as her body tried to decide
between pain and orgasm. I grabbed her beneath her knees and forcefully
spread her. I pulled my hips back and fucked into her as deep as her body
could take me. I let go of her legs and she moved herself to relieve the
pressure of the invasion. It caused her clit to rub against my body. The
orgasm had happened but the pain had cut its pleasure. The renewed contact
on her clit brought pleasure thoughts back to her body. I waited for her
body to chase away the fears and the residual pain. If she wanted
pleasure, she would have to move. It took time and patience but her body
adjusted to my hard dick's demanding presence inside her. Her hands
touched my hips in the same querying fashion that they had when she wanted
to push my shorts down. I let her ask for it, we needed her to ask for it.
She did it with her hips; first they were small circles to get her clit
stimulated. Innocent motions of a body wanting to take another step
towards womanhood. It was her rolling her hips forward and back to get my
dick to move in and out of her that broke the need for control. I pulled
halfway out and fucked the last vestiges of virginity out of her. She
accepted the stroke as a woman should; she brought her knees up and
hitched her hips to take me to depth. I moved my arms so that they trapped
her legs above them and fucked Carolina like I had been told to. They were
controlled powerful strokes. Blanca had sucked me and fucked me, both
times to orgasm. It was the only way I could hold back from the pull of
her virginally tight pussy. She screamed my name, I did not even think
that my mother might walk in any second. I had one mission to break
her to the motion of my dick fucking in and out of her. Her first orgasm
took time, but the second rode in on the wake of the first. The third
should have been enough, but I felt the beginning of my orgasm and this
was a virgin beneath me. I lost control of myself and fucked in and out of
her as hard as I could. I fucked myself to an orgasm. It was the feeling
of my cock swelling and jerking inside her that forced the last orgasm out
of her. I was shooting my cum into her, she arched her pussy to get me as
deep into her as she could. She rubbed her clit against me as her body
joined me in pleasure.
I lay on top of her until my dick slipped out of her. I tried to move my
weight from her but she hugged me to keep me in place. I had taken her
virginity, but she had taken the important parts of mine. I might have had
sex with Iris and Blanca but I had to admit now I had not felt with
either.
Feeling changed nothing.
Every man should finger a woman to orgasm, then lick her to orgasm, and
then fuck her to orgasm, only to lick her again, only to fuck her again. I
was behind that perfect teenage ass, looking down as my dick fucked
Carolina's pussy. I have never been able to get enough of this view. I
fucked her fast until she came. I slowed down so that I could watch
myself. I pulled out, kneeled by the bed, grabbed an asscheek in each
hand, spread them apart and attacked her clit with my mouth. Her head
dropped onto the bed minutes later as her body released. I stood up and
fucked into her slowly.
I was behind that perfect ass. She had her hands on the tree. I had
relegated us to the woods. We were both naked, I had insisted on that. It
had taken a lot of touching and kissing while preventing orgasm to get her
to that point. She dropped down so that she was kneeling in the soil; she
cried her pleasure not caring if anyone could hear.
We were close.
I was behind that perfect ass. Her body was fighting me again, but she had
given me control. I felt my dickhead pop through her anal ring, her head
came up and she grunted. I left myself there allowing her time to adjust.
Control did not mean I had to hurt. I put my hands on one asscheek, spread
it away from the other and pushed another inch forward. It was an
inch-by-inch battle between her will, her body and my dick. I gave back an
inch only to take two occasionally. I did not stop until my pubic hairs
were tickling her asshole. Blanca was right it did feel different. It was
tighter here than even her virginal pussy had been, her body had drunk the
lubrication I had stolen from her pussy almost immediately. I pulled back
until only the head of my dick was inside her ass. The second time the
battle into her was easier to win. The third stroke was even easier. I
stopped and brought my hand around her hip to her pussy. She had made it
through the pain; it was time for the pleasure.
I do not know when I turned on Blanca. There is no exact moment when I
decided that she would be Carolina's equal in my presence. Afterwards, I
added all the parts and always reached the same conclusion, sometimes no
matter the random factors only one ending is probable.
How else could it have ended but with me holding Carolina's leash in
Blanca's living room? Five weeks to turn a virgin into someone who would
kneel at my feet in a leather submission outfit willing me to lead her
into sexual darkness. Blanca had been right; Carolina would follow where
sexual pleasure led. I had been schooled very well in that time to be
sexual pleasure.
The door opened, and Carolina looked at the floor. I had not told Blanca.
I had learned more than she had taught. She looked at the portrait I had
painted, and then stared at Carolina. She closed the door behind her and
approached us. I grabbed Carolina by her ponytail and pulled so that she
would look at Blanca. Identical pairs of brown eyes met. Carolina's chin
came up in pride at her position. Blanca looked at me and her eyes burned.
I smiled and she thought I was smiling with her.
She reached to touch my sexual servant.
"No." I said pulling on the leash. Carolina followed the leash and put her
head on my thigh still looking at Blanca.
"What?" Blanca said to me.
"She's mine, Blanca." I replied, "Completely right now."
"I know, David. That's what I wanted." She argued feminine instinct
warning her.
"I know what you wanted Blanca." I said meeting her anger with purpose. "I
never said that was what I wanted."
She took a step back, crossed her arms on her chest and tried to stare me
down. It was a bad idea with what she wanted in the darkness of her soul
kneeling before her. I stared back relaxed in the knowledge that if I lost
I could walk away with Carolina. She was in win-lose-lose-win and backed
away as soon as face could be saved. If she won she lost Carolina, if she
lost she won Carolina.
I had thought about this moment when I knew it would happen. My mind had
raced through the possibilities and they all led to the same place. She
had told me about how it would feel fucking Carolina's ass but had not let
me do it to her like she had everything else.
I would now.
"I want your ass, Blanca." I said.
She looked at me and then at Carolina. I looked down at Carolina. She
smiled a vengeful smile before turning it on Blanca. Blanca learned what I
had then. She had to submit to make Carolina see her as an equal first.
Carolina knew Blanca had been a party to this, had trained me how to
touch, had bought the outfit she was wearing hoping to walk in one day to
see Carolina on her knees. Carolina would not trust Blanca if things
stayed the same. The trust of equals had to be built so that Carolina
would follow Blanca's lead later.
She was wearing a light floral summer dress. It looked good on her. It
looked better falling down her body as she undid the zipper in the back.
The bra followed but I put up a hand to stop her from pulling down her
panties. I motioned for her to step out of her shoes. I looked at her
body, she might have created the opportunity by ignoring the possibilities
but I was in control now.
It makes a difference.
I turned a finger and she turned to face away from me. Tight white cotton
panties that covered her ass. I released the leash from around Carolina in
a quick snap. Carolina looked at me for directions.
"Take them off her, Carolina."
Carolina started to crawl towards Blanca but was stopped by my tug on her
ponytail. She looked up at me, questions in her eyes.
"Make her enjoy it."
Women do it differently than men. Men have a goal, women let her
anticipate.
Blanca had been anticipating for a long time so Carolina nipped where hip
became buttock. Blanca's head fell back and Carolina built anticipation.
Carolina touched, caressed, kissed Blanca for some time before panties
began a slow crawl down Blanca's body. She collapsed to the ground with
her ass up in the air. Carolina attacked Blanca's pussy as I had told her
to while we waited. Blanca groaned with pleasure, I let the anticipation
of orgasm build.
I took off of my shorts and t-shirt and stood waiting naked behind them.
Blanca groaned in the familiar sound of rapidly approaching pleasure and I
stepped forward pulling Carolina from Blanca by her ponytail.
I fucked into Blanca fully in one stroke. It was the wettest she had been
before orgasm so I cut through her with no resistance. As I bottomed, she
screamed while her pussy clamped onto me. I could not move she had such a
tight grip. She convulsed once, then again. I nearly slipped on top of her
unbalanced by her motion and our attachment.
She relaxed and her chest touched the ground. She had submitted to my
will. I pulled out off her slowly, dragging as much lubrication from her
pussy as I could. I angled my hips to have a better line into her ass.
Carolina surprised me as her hand gripped my penis to steady it. I grabbed
an asscheek in each hand and spread Blanca for my dick. Carolina guided
the tip of my dick to Blanca's rosebud entrance. Carolina's tightness had
been practice for this. Blanca was naturally smaller than Carolina and it
translated to more difficulty penetrating her. Carolina made it possible
with one hand playing with Blanca's clit and the other stroking me to keep
me hard. After a minute, my dickhead pushed through Blanca's anal ring.
"She's yours, David." Carolina whispered as she reached up to kiss me
while her hand transferred lubrication to my dick.
I pushed into Blanca but she tried to escape by slipping downward.
Carolina was having none of it and moved my hands so that I could hold
Blanca's hips in place. Carolina's hands took over the task of keeping
Blanca spread for me. Blanca lost out in the bargain because Carolina
could still stroke me but made no effort to give Blanca pleasure. I pushed
inward slowly with Blanca's body fighting me for every inch. Finally, I
felt her asscheeks on the inside of my hips. I pulled back to give myself
inches and I pumped in to take her completely. She grunted and tried to
pull away, I let her take inches back in relief, but pumped into her again
taking my pleasure. She grunted again but did not pull away.
I had told Carolina what I would want when I got to this point. She
reached down under Blanca's belly and attacked her clit. I allowed the
pressure of Blanca's ass to become pleasure. She was impossibly tight and
just being inside her, being squeezed along the entire length of my dick
was hard to bear. I had to wait to finish her submission as Carolina had
submitted.
It was the kiss that did it. Carolina slipped underneath Blanca and while
still playing with her clit pulled her down roughly to share their first
kiss. I felt the explosion that was Blanca's orgasm. Her body relaxed
completely and I was able to stroke out and into her with greater ease.
She let her weight fall on Carolina, I moved downward to keep us
connected. Blanca was so absorbed in the kissing of Carolina that her body
barely noticed as I began to pump in and out of her for my own pleasure.
Carolina reached around with both hands and spread Blanca allowing me to
bring more power into my strokes.
It was a glorious moment and I thought it would be the pinnacle of my
sexual life. I was fucking my stepfather's sister's ass while his other
sister spread those asscheeks for me. I stroked in and out of Blanca
letting gravity aid in the down stroke. Her next orgasm as Carolina began
to fuck her with two fingers forced my own. I dropped and let my weight
center on my dick as I came. I felt three distinct shots of cum each
punctuated by an attempt to get deeper into her.
I pulled her to the side so that we could remain connected but Carolina
would not be crushed. I had no interest in pulling my dick from its tight
resting place. Carolina rolled with us to keep her own contact with
Blanca's lips.
Nothing lasts forever and eventually I slipped out of her body. They kept
kissing for a while before Carolina got up to go to the bathroom. She came
back with a wash towel and proceeded to clean us off. It would take a
shower to do it right but neither Blanca nor I were in a place that we
could argue.
Not a lot of fourteen-year-old boys could have done it. It was my uncles'
fault. There were so many 'lessons' floating in my mind that only came
together when I was in certain situations. Blanca could not know that I
had been prepared by others to successfully turn on her when she tried to
use me.
I was proven wrong that being in Blanca's ass while Carolina held her open
being the pinnacle of my sexual life. How could that compare to Blanca and
Carolina in leather kneeling in front of me trading kisses and licks
around my hard dick, or Carolina in reverse cowgirl as Blanca moved back
and forth between licking my balls and licking Carolina's clit?
I had nothing to say to my male cousin when the magic of my perfect summer
ended. He still talked about the girls he had fucked but what could I say.
He was wishing for something he would not have for years and I had enjoyed
sex he would not be able to imagine for even more years after that. I let
him talk and tried not to seem too uninterested.
My stepfather had left a week before us to start his new job. He could not
wait to visit his brother to show off his rejuvenated relationship with my
mother when the rest of us arrived.
Of course, I had no place in that.
I smiled at my mother as her eyes apologized for my being left behind in
our apartment. The door had not closed before I was moving towards my room
with purpose. Iris had been waiting also but not to visit anyone. She was
standing in the middle of the room in one of her light summer dresses. She
looked like she was going to protest; I ignored the signals and started
taking off my clothes. She backed up to the far wall and shook her head. I
stood naked before her with a dick hard from a week of sexual inactivity.
I walked towards her and she kept shaking her head. I grabbed her upper
arms, moved us to the bed and pushed her onto it. She kept shaking her
head in reluctance to my actions but what could I have cared after
Carolina and Blanca. I pushed her dress up to her waist and dragged her
panties off. She struggled but it was obvious she was not really trying to
stop me. I grabbed underneath her knees and spread her.
"David, no!'
It was the last coherent thing out of her mouth after I dived tongue first
onto her pussy. She screamed, grunted, moaned, groaned but nothing more
coherent than "Guh" escaped her lips until I pulled my face from her
center and drove my dick into as hard as I could.
"OH MY GOD!" was all she had to say then.
It was a long afternoon for Iris. She got herself eaten, learned how I
liked to have my dick sucked, joined the exclusive club of women who's ass
I had broken in, and walked farther down the path of submission to my
sexuality.
That should have been the end of my summer but the fates loved me beyond
the capacity of a human woman for those 90 days.
The twins were very insistent that I visit a couple of days before school
started. I figured they wanted to solidify my continued participation in
our fraud shield against others even though a situation had risen between
their mother and myself. They had nothing to worry about, during those
days I needed them more than they needed me.
I was told to wait in the living room when I arrived. We would all be
going to dinner but no one on their side was ready. The maid was new and
seemed nervous around me. I smiled and chatted to make her comfortable;
she was very pretty.
Rachel came down the steps and the crush I had felt since that first day
at the pool roared through my body. The dress was light peach and cling.
Her hair was up and her eyes were boring into me as she approached. She
walked up to me and put her arms on my shoulders. She smiled and my heart
stopped when she leaned into me. She kissed me and I froze. Even after the
summer I had just lived through, Rachel kissing me shattered all thought.
She pulled back and turned her head to the side.
"David, it would help if you kissed back." she teased me. I put my arms
around her waist on autopilot. She leaned in to kiss me again and I kissed
back.
She tasted sweet.
She smelled clean.
It ended too soon to satisfy me, and too late to save me.
Much later, I understood what Rachel was doing. Her husband had attempted
to recruit her in his plans for me before his death. It was not until the
evening she slapped me that she saw what he had and decided he had been
right all along. The kiss set her hook, and no matter where I went there
was a line to follow or pull me back.
I remember the twins and her being much better that night but beyond that
it was all peaches, cling, the clean smell of her and the sweetness I had
tasted for 10 seconds.
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