The Misbegotten

[He plunges back into year’s agone like a stone in a river.]

I couldn’t stop thinking about Jacob lying on the ground, riddled with bullets. His brains splashed this way and that, his limbs akimbo, his eyes vacant. I could imagine them glossed over with huge irises, no longer holding the spark. Gone were the countless annoying aspects that – together – comprised him.

After Jacob’s call, I had run from the kitchen as fast I could manage. I bolted for the Loft, trying not to alert my parents anything was amiss. I hadn’t even cleared the first landing when the tears had come, blurring my vision. I tried to negotiate the stairs, but stumbled, cracking my knee on the edge of a stair. I felt no pain. I hadn’t heard her come up behind me. But, when I tripped, Katie’s small, delicate hands had been there to steady me. Despite my utter despondency, I was never more grateful for her than in that moment.

Without so much as a word, she had been there. She was a strong, sturdy rock; I could lean into for support. She held me up as I cried as quiet as I could, tripping on the way up to my bedroom - my sanctuary.

I must’ve cried for some time. There was little daylight outside my windows when I had finally picked up head from Katie’s warm lap. I hadn’t been aware my brother and my step-sister had come up sometime after my cousin and me. They had been talking with Katie above my grieving form, wondering what was going on, why I was so distraught.

I believe Katie had filled them in on everything, because when I opened my bloodshot eyes I gazed into Flavia’s, then Johan’s. There was no curiosity or questions written about either of their faces. There was only sympathy and mourning. Their own eyes were pink with the aftermath of tears.

Flavia’s long, slender nose was still rosy at its end, always a telltale sign that she had been crying.

It surprised me to see, she sat on the bed as well. She had draped my legs across hers at the knee. Her long, thin fingers rubbed my calves in a sisterly, but soothing fashion. Flavia rarely touched me. Not that I repelled her or grossed her out, she was just not a touchy-feely person.

Johan had sat upon the floor, one knee up. His other leg angled through the V-shaped space. His left hand supported his leaning form. His large, light-brown eyes looked into mine. His thick brow he knitted in the middle, wary and befuddled. Times of intense emotion always made Johan squirm. He wasn’t built to show what he felt and usually kept his innermost thoughts to himself.

I had given him a horrific version of a half-hearted smile, laying my head, once more, onto Katie’s lap. I was so relieved to have her there in my room. I couldn’t imagine what I would have done if she hadn’t been there…

Back then, I was a little more dramatic when it came to people I loved getting hurt or dying. I was young and unschooled in the harshness of life, how it could bite you in the ass without notice. Thus, the thought of not having Jacob around - no matter how much of a pain in the sphincter he had been - was close to unbearable for me.

I closed my eyes.

I must’ve fallen asleep, because it was night outside when I opened them again. The TV was on, but the volume was low. Both of my siblings had vanished. There was a pillow under my head now.

Katie had changed into a spaghetti-strapped top and loose fitting shorts covered in pink and red hearts - cute, silky pajamas indeed.

I had sat up. The angle of the light altered. I could tell she wore nothing else underneath her night clothes. She was sitting against the head board, her eyes upon the TV, her legs crossed, her narrow feet bare.

Though I felt like someone had hit me over the head with a sledgehammer, I stretched toward her and kissed one of her big toes, gentle, light.

She giggled, but kept her foot there.

“I love you, Katie,” I murmured, kissing her toe once again for good measure.

“I love you too, Estefan.”

Being easily distracted by a beautiful pair of feet, I forced myself from them. Otherwise, I would’ve lost myself in her toes and arches and heels. I would’ve wanted to lick them and bite them and taste every bit of the flesh there.

Instead, I got up and I walked over to my dresser and stripped down. I took off everything, no longer worried about propriety when it came to my cousin. We were lovers now.

“I love your ass too,” said Katie from the bed, unmoving.

Still, I could feel her gaze boring into my nether cheeks, which made me smile into my drawer. I pulled out a pair of loose fitting cotton shorts with an elastic waist band and a thin knot cord for tightening the fit. I did not. I had wanted to be as comfortable as possible. I put them on, hearing Katie playfully protest, scooping up my clothes and putting them in the hamper. I walked back over to the bed and settled beside Katie. I wanted nothing more than to kiss her.

But she spoke, forestalling me. “I hope you don’t mind, but Ramona and I have been texting through your cell.” She didn’t sound all that remorseful. She smirked instead.

My eyebrows rose. “Oh yeah, what about?” I asked. My voice was raw and strained from my lengthy lamentation.

“About you, of course,” she said, her tone infused with saccharine.

“Trading notes,” I remarked, trying to make the remark seem offhanded.

“We already did that, Estefan – days ago,” she reposted, tilting her head to one side as if she were reliving the event. Then, in clipped tones: “Ramona is going to sneak out and come over tonight.”

My wry grin dissolved when I stared into her eyes that had gone serious in seconds. “What time?”

“She said she’d be here around midnight,” Katie answered. “She's concerned over you and texted she was coming over no matter what her mother did to prevent her. She wants to be with you tonight, keep you safe.” Her expression warmed. “She worries about you.”

I had let that sink in, then reached over and grabbed ahold of her hand. “What about you? Where will you be?”

She gave my palm a squeeze. “Oh, I’ll be taking care of you too, about that she was adamant.”

“Yeah?” I felt my eyebrows rise even higher at that. I knew Ramona had agreed to our ménage à trois, but to see proof of her decision, and so fast, was altogether something else. She had battled with bouts of jealousy all day and now she was up for a threesome. Wow.

Katie had nodded in an exaggerated fashion.

“So, we’re just supposed to wait, then?” I asked. Still, I was unable to get my head around the notion that in a few hours I might be sleeping with not one, but two girls! And you know what? We weren’t going to be doing any sleeping.

For some reason it reminded me of Jacob. My mood darkened in an instant, but I knew why my thoughts would lead me down this road in particular.

He had always been the one to say, between the two of us, he would be the first to have two girls sucking on his dick at the same time. He’d said it so many times, I had tuned it out of my mind. It was like him calling me a “Deeeeck!” all the damned time. I just ignored it.

Until now.

Oh, how I’d have loved for him to call me that one more time, so I could laugh and call him an asshole for old time’s sake.

I sat back against the headboard of the bed and just watched the images on the TV screen before me. I wasn’t the show. I hadn’t even register they type. It wasn’t important. I was somewhere between cognizance and oblivion.

After a while, Katie’s head came to rest upon my shoulder.

I let my head rest atop hers, watching the LCD, our hands still clasped between us.

She had stirred minutes later when my tears began to drip onto the top of her head. She reached around to touch my wet cheeks, coming to gaze at me. When she confirmed her suspicions – I was crying - she came forward.

I sat up just enough, so her arms could encircle me, her head against my collarbone as she hugged me tight.

“It’ll be ok, Effy, I promise,” she stated, sounding many years older than her sixteen.

“I don’t know…,” was all I could think to say.

“You should eat,” she prompted. She wanted to be practical over broken-hearted, steer her mind – and mine – from thoughts of Jacob’s death. “You haven’t eaten in a day, my love.”

I wondered at the emptiness in my stomach, thinking of it as by-product of my grief. With definition, I realized I was hungry. My belly wasn’t just in knots, because of anguish, it required sustenance.

“Are there leftovers from dinner?” I asked.

Katie shook her head, but gave me a sweet smile. “Your parents bought Jack-in-the-Box¹.”

“Oh.”

“Your Double Ultimate Bacon Cheeseburger and Curly Fries² are right over there.” She pointed at my desk.

Sure enough, there was a bag with the Jack-in-the-Box logo upon it, a medium-sized drink standing next to it.

My stomach growled, famished. I scurried toward my meal and began eating, uncaring if the food was cold and the Sprite³ was a little watered down. She was right. I hadn’t eaten anything in almost a day.

I was halfway through my burger when a thought came to mind. “What did you guys tell my parents? What did you say was wrong with me?”

“We said we caught the same cold you had come down with the day before yesterday. They believed it, because Johan and Flavia looked just as worn out as you. We just hid the tears as best we could. I assume they took our red and puffy faces to mean we suffered from congestion. It worked,” she added with a shrug. “Your mom bought take out and that was that.”

“Huh, ok. And no one said anything about Jacob, right?” I asked. I tried to come across stern, direct, but it came out more like a squeal. I choked-up in the middle of the sentence.

“Not a word, Estefan. Not a word.”

Good, there would be time enough for that later…

*****

Hours had passed when my eyes caught movement coming from the window nearest my desk. The light of the television was the only luminance in the room. Still, it was light enough to reveal Ramona’s feminine shape. She was climbing through the portal with her backpack slung over one shoulder. She placed a foot like an expert on the edge of my desk, balancing herself between it and the sill. The moment her body was completely inside the Loft, she hopped to the floor.

It would’ve been obvious to anyone watching, she had done this maneuver many times. Truth told, she had (and so had a few other of girlfriends past). It had become common practice these past few months that Ramona spent the night with me. Our minimum was now two days out of the week. Sometimes she came more than that.

I wasn’t lying before when I said Ramona was a fuck machine. She was, and always has been, down for long nightly sessions. She was good at it too.

She was wearing a pair of thin-soled, black sneakers, without socks. Black nylon tights and a black, purple and gold Lakers sweatshirt, a few sizes too big for her. Her hair she pulled back in a bun. Her face flushed pale pink from having climbed the tree that grew alongside the side of the house. She had scampered up its’ many branches to the roof of the second floor. The roof itself extended out beyond the walls of the Loft. All she had to do was tip-toe from the tree to one of my windows and climb through.

“Hi!” she said, attempting cheer. She must’ve seen something in my face, because she tossed her backpack on the desk. She rushed toward me with her hands outstretched.

Katie shook herself awake still lying on top of me. She wiped at the drool that had run down the side of her mouth, setting up with lazy eyes.

I reached for Ramona. We embraced for a long time, both of us sobbing in each other’s arms.

Katie, still somewhat groggy, draped both of her arms about us, her head upon my back.

We remained still, etched in stone, minutes passed like seconds.

“What can we do to cheer you up, Eff?” It was Katie’s voice, only plaintive and small as if she were afraid to impugn upon my thoughts. Still, her concerned was enough to overcome any hesitation.

I sat there on my bed, staring over my girlfriend’s shoulder at the flickering screen of the LCD TV mounted upon the opposite wall. I wasn’t seeing it. Desolate thoughts of loss occupied my mind. Someone close to me had died - the first. I hadn’t heard her.

“We will do whatever it takes,” replied Ramona for me. Her voice was just a quiet as Katie’s, though I wasn’t listening to her either.

Katie released us.

Ramona and I broke our embrace as well.

“Why don’t we get ready for bed then,” prompted Katie, scooting across the bed remote in hand and turned off the TV. She came around the bed and Ramona, holding out her hands to me. “Come on, Eff, let’s go brush our teeth and freshen up.”

I let her stand me up, on auto-pilot, and followed her to the bathroom.

Ramona stroked my cheek as I passed by her.

We were washing our faces when Ramona came in toothbrush in hand. She wore an oversized, pale blue t-shirt and quite obvious, nothing else. Her bare feet padded across the cool linoleum. She had feet with short, but well-formed toes that were always well tended. Her nails she had painted bright red that night, as if she had done them before coming over.

She slowed her gait as she always did when I was looking at her feet, more out of instinct than anything else. She knew I loved feet. She knew I was in love with hers, so she always made sure I had a good view. As always, my cock twitched and began to come awake.

She was such a considerate young woman, huh?

I tore my gaze from her feet and smiled a tired smile at her. I looked into those blue-gray eyes of hers, glad she was here.

She returned my smile. She came right up to me and hugged me from the side, standing on her tiptoes to kiss my ear.

My arm snaked around her waist, and then lower, onto her hip, I felt no panties. She was nude underneath the big shirt she was wearing.

Katie was smiling at us over the towel she was using to dry her face. When done, she flung it at me so I could do likewise.

Five minutes later we were all out of the bathroom, standing at the foot of my bed with only one lamp on for light. We faced one another unsure of what to do, although each of us had an idea of what the others wanted. We just didn’t know the means to get us there.

“This is a little funny,” I commented after a few more awkward seconds. My gaze was shooting from one girl to the next.

Ramona chuckled.

“Mona?” called Katie.

My girlfriend turned her head to look over at her.

“Remember you said we should do whatever it took to make Estefan cheer up?”

“Y-yes,” stammered Ramona. Her eyes narrowed in speculation.

I began to smile, though I had no clue what my cousin was going to say next.

“You still down?”

My girlfriend began to tilt her chin toward the other girl as she considered the question. “Maybe…”

“You ever kiss a girl?”

My eyes widened. Now I knew exactly where she was going with this line of questioning.

“Just a few pecks here and there,” replied Ramona, which made my brow rise and my eyes bulge. I didn’t know that! Who the fuck had she kissed? Sandy? Leda? Someone I didn’t know?

“Effy,” purred Katie.

“Huh!” I screeched, startled out of my skin.

“Why don’t you go sit on the bed,” urged my cousin.

I didn’t argue and stepped to the bottom edge of my bed and sat down like a good little boy.

Katie stepped up to Ramona, craning her neck because my girlfriend was a good six inches taller than her.

It was eye-opening to see them walk into one another as if they’d been kissing for years. Ramona’s arms surrounded Katie shoulders. Katie’s own wrapping around the taller girl’s waist as she flattened her palms along Ramona’s back. It was a gentle knee they pushed between the other’s legs, their crotches close, tantalizing, to the others’ thigh. My girlfriend hunched and my cousin reached. Katie came to the tips of her toes, so slow it was beyond graceful.

When their lips touched, it was at a snail’s pace. They were so tentative and deliberate, they mesmerized me at once. It wasn’t a kiss per se, but something sensual and unabashed, and yet it took so long to begin. I was certain only two girls could touch lips in the manner. It was beautiful and it was erotic. My penis was already straining against the waistband of my shorts, the head of it threatening to push forth.

They began to taste one another with lengthy, feather light flecks of their tongues. They sucked the other’s lips. Tasting, tasting, tasting one another, each time in a different place. Each time, they experienced the other for the first time. Lips. Mouth. Tongue. Teeth. Gums. Cheeks. With such leisure, it was agonizing to watch.

I wanted them to go at it, to make out hard and fast, let their hands roam and lead to other things.

The girls did none of that. They explored each other with lingering tenderness. It was almost as though they were trying their best to make the moment perfect, as if they knew this would be the first of many such sessions. They wanted to make certain the foundation of their newfound relationship was a solid one, built with deliberation. There could be nothing hasty about it.

The urge was so strong. I unconsciously pulled down the front part of my shorts, exposing my cock and began to stroke it with similar lassitude. I matched the pace of the girls without a problem.

They continued, embracing one another with evermore intent as their kiss deepened. With unbelievable calm, the pace of it increased.

I could see Ramona’s tongue parting Katie’s thin, pink lips and my cousin sucking the adept muscle. On occasion, she would run her teeth down its entire length as she took it in completely and then pull away.

Katie’s hands dropped, filling with huge portions of Ramona’s bubble-butt and squeezed hard.

My girlfriend broke away from their kiss. She tilted her head toward the ceiling with a gasp, giving Katie her neck.

Upon which, my cousin descended and gave her long, sloppy, suckling kisses about its entire length.

“Oh fuck, Effy, your cousin is like magic,” gushed Ramona in her throaty bedroom voice.

“I know,” I responded, still rubbing the length of my dick, which was already bristling with a bead of jizz.

Katie mouthed a chortle around Ramona’s neck. Her kisses fell from my girlfriend’s neck to one clavicle and then the other. My cousin began to suck and bite the area just above her cleavage.

Ramona squealed with pleasure and grabbed Katie on either side of her skull just behind her ears. She kissed her with savage abandon, crushing my cousin to her.

Katie went limp, surrendering herself completely to Ramona. Her arms dangled behind her as my girlfriend bent her backward, crazy with lust.

Just as sudden, they came apart, stepping away about three feet, panting as though they’d run a mile. They peered through the dim light at one another with covetous eyes. Their chests were heaving with exertion, their nipples hard beneath their bedclothes. Both of them poised upon the balls of their feet as if at any moment they were going to charge.

I stopped pulling on my cock. Instead, I watched them with the intensity of a lion stalking his prey - poised, stiff with anticipation. Though I had no clue, I was waiting for the right moment.

“I think this is definitely going to work out,” breathed my girlfriend, her eyes festooned upon Katie.

Katie – sexy, petite Katie - spoke like a succubus straight out of fable: “You bet it is.”

“Another time?”

My cousin expelled a huge breath. “For sure.”

“This is about him, not us,” rationalized Ramona, straightening herself.

“It doesn’t have to be,” I clarified before I could stop my mouth from moving.

Both of my wondrous girls laughed aloud at that. Their overwhelming desire cooled, not all, but just enough so they were more themselves and not insane bitches in heat. Then their collective gaze fell upon me and I knew I was toast.

“May I?” asked Katie using her polite tone.

“Of course,” replied my girlfriend, gesturing with her hand that Katie should continue whatever it was she had in mind.

My cousin walked up to me, her eyes darting to my cock, which was still poking out of my shorts as rigid as a flagpole.

Then, she went still.

I stared back at her, frowning.

Her sight hadn’t moved a single millimeter from my dick. Her eyes widened, in fact. “Jesus, Estefan, did your cock grow?”

“Huh?!?”

“What?!?”

It was Ramona and I, simultaneous, in concert with shock.

Katie lunged forward, her hands grasping the shaft of my penis.

My orbs followed her hands as they encircled my junk. I was stunned to see that she was correct in her assessment of my manhood.

Now, before I continue, I have to say this, so bear with me. I’m one of those readers that bemoan every time I read a sexual confessional, especially one written by a man. Most of the time, male authors love to describe the precise length of their cocks in inches or centimeters or whatever. This always grates on my nerves, because a large dick is just that – a large dick. There’s no need to expound upon it. Just say you’re hanging meat and move on.

So, that said, I will not bore you with exact dimensions. Let’s just say that my penis did appear longer. Not any wider, mind you, I had always had a somewhat fat dick. Now, the length of it was now in direct proportional with its width.

It was quite a jolt to gaze down to see something that I had seen a million times only to find it a completely different sight. It was as unnerving as it was big.

Ramona came around Katie, her eyes fastened onto the uncanny cock between my legs, her mouth open. “Holy fucking shit, Eff, that thing is like an inch and a half longer!”

Sorry about the linear reference, but hey, that’s what she said.

“Look at it,” exclaimed my cousin. “Will it even fit?”

My girlfriend shook her head from side to side in consideration. “Barely… I think it would barely fit…” She fell silent and fell to her knees beside Katie, inspecting it from a closer vantage.

“It’s a beautiful cock, Estefan,” cooed my cousin. She ran the middle of her palm along the whole length of it, from head to base and back up again. She cupped it then and stroked it a few times with a rhythmic twisting motion.

It craned my neck. My head fell back as I shifted my weight onto my arms. An intense wave of delight sparked through the entire breadth of my body, and I quivered behind closed eyes.

“I have to,” was all I heard.

I felt Katie’s hand pull back the skin of my member, making even more blood rush to the tip of it. The helmet felt like it was about to explode. Next, I felt something warm and moist surround my cock and I knew in an instant one of them had taken me in her mouth.

My head came back up. I opened my eyes and saw my girlfriend’s head descending further and further toward my thighs as she took as much of me as she could.

She stopped when I touched the back of her throat, her uvula parting the tiny opening of my urethra.

I was in heaven. It felt so good.

Then, she stunned me. She pushed my enlarged dick passed it, swallowing the entire thing. She did her little trick next. The thing that almost makes me bust a nut every time she does it.

She hummed. Tiny vibrations tickled around my shaft.

I crammed my eye shut, trying with all the will I possessed by hold off my orgasm.

She continued for a few more seconds, and then came back up. She made loud sucking sounds as she did so, slurping up all the salvia she had deposited upon my penis until I was clean of it. She looked up at me, her eyes watering from the effort. Her face flushed, and her mouth still ajar as she tongued the corners of her lips.

“Yummy,” she purred.

We both looked back into my lap as Katie throated my like she had the other night. With one swift, confident movement she shoved my cock into the back of her throat and beyond.

I could not believe how lucky I was. Not only did I have one girl that could deep throat – I had two!

Holy sword-swallowing, Batman!

Katie bobbed up and down on my cock, her thin pink lips stretched as far as they could go. Her hair streamed down either side of her face.

But, I got no more than a flash of it.

Ramona obscured my view by planting a lascivious kisses upon my lips.

I closed my eyes and accepted them, more than willing to let them use my body. I was being mouthed, so intimate, by two girls at the same time. The thought of it drove me to the brink and I began to thrust my hips into Katie’s face, matching her tempo.

My cousin brought her hand up and gripped by shaft. She used both her hands and mouth the massage my engorged meat, keeping the pace like the expect cock-sucker she was.

I could feel my balls beginning to tighten. The muscles deep within the lower portions of my body began to strain. I knew I was building up to blowing my load and I would have, if there had been more time. It wouldn’t have been much more time either, just a quarter of a minute or so. I would’ve cum hard and fast into my cousins’ mouth, while my girlfriend and I made out like we were insane.

As fate would have it, there hadn’t been more time. When I heard the first bump!, then a scrape against something wooden, I pulled back from the brink of pure pleasure. I opened my eyes, following the sound, turning a little to the right. It was enough of a turn, sundering the kiss with Ramona.

She frowned above me.

I could see it out of the corner of my vision, but the whole of my attention focused on the source of the sounds. It was most likely the utter disbelief. It had to be. Yes, it was the sheer audacity of my expression. It changed from one of lust and libidinousness that made Ramona check herself and follow my gaze.

Katie must have felt the sexual tension drain from me. She must’ve noticed the sudden decrease in blood flowing through the thick, roping veins of my dick. She stopped as well. She took her herself from me, and peered up at our faces. Confounded, her hand was still wrapped around my penis, drenched with her spit, she was almost about to speak. Then, she too noticed my astonishment. So slow that I can almost hear the creaks in her neck, she began to swivel her head the way we were looking.

I recognized her at once, having seen her make her way through my window on many occasions. Since she wasn’t as tall as Ramona, she had to do an awkward pirouette to enter the Loft. So, when I first set eyes upon her, I saw her back first - a small, diminutive. Hers was a figure, so distinctive, I was one thousand percent certain of who it was the instant I laid eyes upon it.

It was Tirza.

She continued her imbalanced, slow-motion turn. Her face came into profile. Her left hand swinging outward as her momentum swung her about to face us.

Everything happened at once.

Katie released my slumping cock and stood in one fluid motion.

Ramona pushed herself from the bed, saying, “What the fuck!”

I flipped the waistband of my shorts over my sopping manhood with one hand, using the other to propel myself to a less compromising position.

It didn’t matter though, Tirza had seen. The comprehension was plain upon her visage – shock, revulsion. And, there was something I had never thought to see her express, especially at a time like this - terror.

Yet, before any of us could move, Tirza’s eyes rolled back into her head. She crumpled to the floor like a stone. Her head banged onto the thick carpeting with an audible thwack! It bounced once, before she settled.

I saw the dirt and the leaves and the bits of twigs and branches in her hair. I knew in a heartbeat, something was wrong, horribly so. This was something worse than her catching my cousin giving me a blowjob, while my girlfriend macked me down.

When I saw the blood, then I knew for certain. Things had just gone from bad to waaaay fucking bad.

There was only one positive thing I could say about being in a situation like this. It would be Ramona and Katie. Here was my ex-girlfriend was lying unconscious on my bedroom floor, looking like she had just come through a warzone. And yet, they reacted like any Human Being, seeing a person in need. It didn’t matter; she’d once been the center of my world that I had been deep in with her. It didn’t matter that she had treated me bad and was often cruel and Machiavellian after our break-up.

She was in trouble.

They responded.

[He comes forth.]

That is one of the things I love about my girls. They always step up when times call for people to step up. They are more decisive than an army general and can cause an infinite amount of damage, more than a brigade of Talon Class Skytanks.

The more I think about it, the more I know that I am blessed. Though, at times, I feel cursed, because I cannot die. I’m doomed to live what might well be scores of lifetimes.

My girls are my fire as much as they are my protection. How could I not love them?

[He allows recollection to swallow him once more.]

So, on that night, when a bedraggled Tirza stumbled into my bedroom and caught us all in a tawdry, if not taboo sex act, my girls kicked in. They rushed to Tirza’s fallen form only one step behind me. Together we cared for her, though, in the back of our minds, we all knew when the tiny teenager awoke - we were going to be in the shit.

Her tale would make certain of that.

{ ¹Jack-in-the-Box: an Americanfast-food restaurant founded in 1951 by Robert O. Peterson in San Diego, California, where it’s headquartered once stood. }

{ ²Curly Fries: fried potatoes with a twist to them; typically deep-fried and over-seasoned. }

{ ³Sprite: a colorless, lemon-limeflavored, caffeine-free soft drink, created by the Coca-Cola Company. It was introduced in the United States in 1961. }