The Misbegotten

I walked from Johan’s bedroom, feeling somewhat more like myself for the first time in over half an hour.

Earlier, I had knocked on his door, hoping he didn’t have Jolene underneath him already. This thanks to the beautiful image my beautiful cousin had thrust into my mind when I’d left the patio.

That wasn’t the case, thank god!

He opened the door to his room almost at once, though he expression soured at the sight of me. He must’ve been expecting Jolene.

It began as a stilted, quagmire of a conversation after I had closed the door behind me. I had sat on office chair he had before his desk. He had taken the foot of the bed, his brow creased in obvious confusion. I stumbled about the subject like an idiot at first, which made him defensive and touchy. Then, it finally hit me. I should have asked him how he felt about Jolene Munoz first and from there see where our talk would go from there.

He had smiled broad at the question. From there on, he opened up like a ripe fruit, spilling out his insides without as much as a self-conscious tone throughout.

He told me he loved her. The way she made him feel inside was something he had yet to feel with a girl. He was in awe of his emotions and a little scared as well.

From that point, the conversation had meandered with ease from one aspect of their relationship to another. Before I knew it, we were talking about the topic I had come up to his room to discuss.

He had been shy at first, embarrassed to talk this open about such an intimate topic. Johan had never been one to talk about his innermost feelings to begin with, so this was difficult for him. It wasn’t like he was indifferent or uncaring of the world around him. He just didn’t like divulging things that were a central part of him. It was just his way.

Yet, on that day, when he had talked about Jolene some of his protective façade fell away. And given the time, he had no problem expressing what he thought about him and her having sex.

Like all boys his age, once he had a willing female in his arms, he wanted to have sex with her. My brother was no different. He wanted to know what it would be like to experience the female form for the first time. He was immensely curious, but, unlike me, he was cautious about it at the same time. He was well aware how fast he could get in over his head once he became sexually active. If he didn’t plan things in the correct way, things between him and Jolene could take a serious turn into adulthood.

I gave him his due credit, for it was a mature approach, one I had definitely ignored when I was his age. I just wanted pussy, as much of it as I could get.

But Johan had a different mindset than me. He was looking for a soul mate (a term that still makes me shudder to this day).

Me… well I had always looked for a good time. Yeah, I can be honest and level with you, I have nothing to hide. Back then, the only girls I let stay around me for a significant amount of time, were the ones who wanted cock on a regular basis. If she didn’t want to get down and sweaty, I had a tendency to lose interest. Within a week, I’d move on. It wasn’t an uncommon practice of mine.

Johan, on the other hand, didn’t seem to harbor such an obsession over sex. In fact, when I left his room, I was certain he would only want Jolene for as long as things remained unscathed between them. His interest in all other females had already faded.

In the end, the talk made me feel more at ease, knowing he wasn’t as stupid and reckless as I’d been. He had agreed to be cool, to have a plan and when they did have sex. He would make sure she wouldn’t get pregnant.

Hey, what else could an older brother ask for, right? I sure as hell wasn’t going to cock-block him if Jolene made overtures that she wanted him between her thighs. It wasn’t in me to do such a thing. A plan and a nice thick Jim-hat¹ was solace enough.

I had just finished closing the door to his room, letting go of the doorknob. I turned into the hallway proper when a small, thin-boned hand pushed against my chest stopping me in my tracks. I stared down in surprise as Leda’s eyes met mine.

Before I could so much as squeak, she grabbed my wrist with her other hand, brushing past me as she did so. She pulled me a few feet to my left and into the Guestroom.

Just over a year ago and a half ago, it had been my bedroom. It was compete with its’ own walk-in closet and bathroom. When my step-dad had finished building out the Loft, he had given me a choice. I could stay put. Or I could move up to what was now considered the third floor, where I would have more privacy and quiet. I had been more than happy to move up to the Loft. It was like having my own mini-apartment away from the others. And yet, I was still under the roof of my parents’ house, so I could enjoy the luxury of living with them at the same time. Trust me, my parents spoiled us. It hadn’t been murder and mayhem that turned me rotten at the core. My mom and my step-dad had done that years before.

By moving though, my sex life had blossomed. My girlfriends loved the seclusion the Loft provided. And because of it, they shed many of their inhibitions in the process. This, in turn, benefited me and my cock the most. We both were as happy as could be.

Now Leda led me into my old bedroom. Then, she spun about, closing the door, leaning against the knob. Her hands stayed behind her back. Her chest seemed to heave as though she had exerted herself. Yet walking up a flight of stairs shouldn’t have fatigued her to that degree.

“You alright?” I asked her, my head tilting to one side as I tried to conceptualize what was happening.

“I need to know. I need to make sure. I need to do this without you compelling me to do so every time you look at me.” She came away from the door, her toes sinking into the thick carpet as she came nearer.

I felt a tinge of unease run up my spine, not sure what she was talking about. I could sense there was a negative connotation in her voice. “Need to know what, Leda?”

She drew closer.

I stepped back. I twisted from her at the waist, my arms coming up to shield myself from her. I felt misgiving begin to etch itself upon my face, unease strike my heart.

My eyes found hers.

She said: “Stop!”

In an instant, I froze.

I knew I had been thinking something the moment before, but I couldn’t remember what it was. Even as I tried to think, my mind kept going blank. My thoughts kept sliding away from me like slippery serpents wriggling free every time I tried grasping at them. They slithered out of my reach every time.

“Estefan, let me touch you,” she said.

I stared back at her in amazement.

She hadn’t moved her lips at all! There was no possible way she could have communicated via her mouth. It simply hadn’t moved.

I tried to convey this to her, tried to speak, but I couldn’t. I tried to move my arm toward her face to show her she had spoken without using her mouth, but my arm didn’t respond. I attempted to change my expression, but my face stayed locked in place. I had no control… over anything.

Instead, my arms fell to my sides. I shifted, squaring to face her. I even leaned into her touch as her hand came forth to stroke my cheek. I shivered, feeling the coolness of her fingers tips, though I made no outward movement. Rather, I felt the shiver, but for some reason couldn’t express it. It was there, and then gone – forever unrealized.

“Why are you so beautiful to me…?”

Again, the words she spoke she managed without moving her lips. I heard her as clear as a church bell on Sunday. It was a clear clarion call, reverberating throughout my mind, shaking through the marrow of my bones. So strong, I was like a tuning fork before the onslaught.

She brushed my cheek back and forth with the pads of her fingers one way and the tips of her nails the other. She ran her hand back behind my ear, her fingers applying pressure to the back of my skull.

I leaned into her, my scalp radiating with electricity.

She extended on her pale feet, rising higher on her toes.

I came down as she bent upward, her body molding against mine along most of its’ length.

She stepped into me, one of her thin, pale legs coming between mine, her denim skirt riding up her thigh.

I felt the moist warmth of her panties brush along the upper part of my leg. I felt the tender flesh behind them, as our lips touched.

She wrapped her other arm around my waist, pulling me closer. Her tongue came forth and parted my kiss.

We both canted our heads to the right, our mouths fitting over one another formulating into a slow, lingering smooch.

“Kiss me, Estefan,” she commanded.

I responded and wrapped my arms about her. I put one between her shoulder blades, the other nestled in the small of her back. I spread my fingers so I could feel as much of her flesh as possible. I moved my hands over body until, by some natural progression, they came to rest upon each of her hips. I grabbed either side of her pelvis and pulled her into what, by now, was a raging hard-on.

She let go of me and yanked the sides of her skirt up above her waist with brow-lifting force. In the span of a second, she’d given me better access to the flesh concealed behind her gossamer, cotton panties.

I could tell she’d soaked them. The front of my shorts was almost drenched by the up and down rubbing of her vulvas along the shaft of my clothed cock. Even through the fog, my instincts bristled to life.

Leda wanted me!

I know she should’ve startled me. Who was this overeager, sex-mad version of Leda? And yet, I wasn’t. I wasn’t thinking anything close to that. She had told me to kiss her and that’s all that had meaning to me. I intended to kiss her with every ounce of intensity I could bring to bear. After all, it was what she seemed to be begging for right?

“Kiss me, love me,” she urged again, without speaking.

I heard her as clear as the digital feed through my cell phone. My hands dropped lower. I felt the thin cotton of her underwear. When I realized they were bikini briefs with only a thin string at the sides, my dick flushed with blood. A pleasurable ache spread throughout my crotch. I slipped my thumbs between the quarter-inch elastic, hooking them. I eased my fingers under the sheer fabric to feel the warm globes of her ass.

I had never pegged Leda as the type of girl who hit the gym all that often, but the firm, succulence underneath my touch belied just that. It was too toned, too muscled for her to form by just walking in high heels. Her butt was almost as hard as Tirza’s and my ex- was a year-round athlete. There was definitely more to Leda than meets the eye.

Her hands fumbled at my waist for a second or so, and then found the bottom seam of my shirt. She pulled back from our kiss with untold urgency and, in one swift flick, pulled my t-shirt up and over my head.

I stood there kneading her ass, grinding my cock into her pelvis as she stared up at me. Her dark brown eyes were wide, a hesitant cast to her face I couldn’t quite place. The only thing running through my mind was how much I needed to love her, to kiss her.

She searched my face.

I thought she was about to ask a question, then she glance at my chest, a thin, wicked smile creasing her lips. I hadn’t known at the time, but Leda goes “gaga” after men with hairless chests. It’s one of her triggers, just like thin-boned feet with long, high arches are one of mine.

She peered back up at me, but only for half a second. Her mouth opened as she took my left nipple into her mouth. Her lips sucking in my sensitive flesh – hard, and then she bit down. Her teeth sent a sharp jolt of pain I felt clear down to base of my nutsack. It traversed from my sphincter through the crack of my ass and up the small of my back.

In an instant, I broke out in gooseflesh as she took the other into her mouth and did the same.

Through my underwear and shorts, I knew a big glob of pre-cum was coating the head of my penis. The entire head was tingling with anticipation. I knew then, even through the fog of my mind, that once I entered Leda I wouldn’t last long. I would cum quick and hard after only a few pumps. She had me going crazy.

She brought her hands down to the small of my back, tracing the waistband of my shorts with the tips of her fingernails.

I pulled my fingers from her butt and flared them. Only my thumbs, still hooked about the narrow band of elastic at either side, were touching her. Gradually, I moved them down, taking her panties with them. The friction increased as her underwear strained to get over the curve of her ass.

She arched her back and stepped within my legs, bringing her legs together, no longer straddling my thigh.

I eased her panties over the roundness of her butt and let go. She stared into my eyes as she wriggled her hips from side to side, so her underwear fell about her ankles after a few shakes. With what seemed like a well-practiced flip of one of her feet, she tossed the undergarment aside.

Her hands came to the front of my shorts. The knuckles on both hands abutted my lower abdomen, at either side of my belly button. She pulled the waistband toward her and yanked down firm. It took naught more than a flap of a bat’s wing and my cock sprang forth, glistening with semen.

“It’s big,” she said aloud for the first time during this entire episode. Up to now, she’d done so without the use of her vocal cords.

I glanced down. There was a vague recollection that my dick didn’t look as it had a few days prior. It had grown as my Mutation had grown. It was about the same width, but it was longer now. It was so long, for a moment, I tilted my head with curiosity, wondering if I should think on the subject or not.

She grabbed it.

All my thoughts scattered, like so many birds before the rising sun.

She squeezed to test its’ rigidity, a guttural vibration sounding in her throat. “You are impossible, Estefan Ernando,” she said, gazing back up at me with what looked like tears in her eyes.

I found myself unable to focus. My mind kept bouncing back and forth. I had to love her, I had to kiss her.

“I’m not even sure I want to resist anymore…,” she added as a wracking shudder ripped through her. She released a ragged exhalation as if a gigantic, mysterious wind issued forth, cleansing her. “I’m going to mess up on him… with you.” Her shoulders stiffened with resolve.

“I want this,” she said in my mind.

It made me smile for some reason.

Then someone knocked on the door to the bedroom. They were four firm, insistent knocks, followed by a stern, almost scolding of words.

“Leda, you are not being fair to him! Release him right now! You better let us in or I will break this god damned door down!”

It was Ramona and she was angrier than ever!

*****

Two things happened simultaneously.

Leda shot away from me as if a bolt of lightning had struck her square in the ass.

And in a flash, I could think again.

It all came crashing back into me like one massive tidal surge of thought and emotion and reasoning and comprehension. It was smorgasbord of me – my intentions, my desires, even my recollections – everything, all at once. It flooded back into me so fast, without any recourse or explanation; I was helpless against it. I could only stand there with my hard cock pointing out like some veined, ridiculous flagpole.

Beside me, Leda wrenched down her denim skirt, covering her privates, beginning a frantic search for her panties.

Then, she stopped and stared wide-eyed at me.

I was immobile with a man-sized hard-on ready to fire like a surface-to-air missile.

“Sonofabitch!” she gurgled through a constrained throat, making her way to me. With vicious tugs at my shorts and boxers, she wrenched them over my man business. She peered into my eyes, wild, like a cornered animal. “I’m sorry, Eff, but I had to know. I had to know what you were like without you beguiling me every second I’m around you. I had to know, ok? I’m sorry!” She spoke with such impetuosity, it was borderline violent.

I couldn’t begin to comprehend what she was saying as the rest of me refilled the vessel I knew as Estefan Ernando. I think I mumbled something like, “It’s okay… I think.”

“Leda, open the door,” demanded my girlfriend. She rattled the doorknob again and again from the opposite side of the portal.

Leda didn’t break eye contact with me. “I had to know before I made my decision. You understand, right? I had to know!”

I could only shrug my shoulders and shake my head.

“But now, I know. Now, I know.”

With that, she twisted at the waist, spotted her panties and scooped them up quick. She folded them a couple of times, so they would fit into her palm, unseen. She made her way to the door and unlocked it.

She had only taken a half-step back when Ramona bust through the doorway. Her eyes filled with steel, her brow stormy and rippling with loathing.

Leda jumped out of the way of the door as it flew wide and banged against the wall, hard enough to gouge a rent through the paint and drywall.

“Fucking shit, Leda, what the hell were you thinking?!?” she raged. She came up upon the girl, her finger like a Lightsaber² about to pierce Leda’s chest.

Any other girl would’ve shrunk before Ramona’s righteous rage, intimidated by her size and penetrating stare. Maybe Katie even, but not Leda. She had known my girlfriend for years, since they were little girl’s. She had seen Ramona’s displeasure more times than she cared to remember, directed at others and at her. It didn’t matter whether she had done something wrong or morally uncouth. It didn’t faze Leda. Not in the least. She stood her ground, once she’d made it clear of the swinging door. Brazen, she looked back at my girlfriend. Her chin was stiff, defiant. She wiped at a stray lock of hair that had fallen between her eyes, her brows knitting. “I did what I had to do, nothing more and nothing less.”

Ramona’s scowl hardened with outrage. “Are you telling me it was essential for you to cut him off from himself?” This time her finger did touch the other girl square between her boobs. Not hard, but there was definitely a veiled threat behind the subtle movement.

“I had to know,” was all Leda said.

“Know what?” asked my cousin.

That was when I realized it wasn’t just my girlfriend in the room with us.

All the girls were present - Katie, Sandy, even Tirza!

I was on verge of becoming embarrassed, not quite certain why I should’ve been. I kept having this nagging urge I’d been close to having sex with someone. I kept wondering if I should let myself feel uncomfortable after all. I mean, I was standing there with the remnants of a woody before the likes of five teenage females for crying out loud!

“I… I -,” began Leda before she stopped. She swallowed, then clenched her fists at either side, shaking with frustration. “His Mutation makes him so fucking irresistible, I had to know if I felt something for him or if he was compelling me to feel that way.” She paused, then: “I HAD TO KNOW, GOD DAMMIT!” As she screamed she turned away from the rest of us. Her fists balled at either side, she tapped one anxious foot.

“And you figured if you completely isolated him from himself, you’d find some sort of answer to this question?!?” It was Ramona again, looming over Leda like a sentinel.

I was sure if they hadn’t been friends for so long, my girlfriend would’ve hit the other teen with her fists. She looked crazy-mad.

Leda half turned to look up at her, returning Ramona’s accusatory glare. “How the fuck else was I going to find out.”

“By mentally raping my cousin?” demanded Katie stalking up to Leda, shoulder-to-shoulder with Ramona. “That seemed like the right thing for you to do? Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Wait, what?!?” Sandy screeched from the doorway, stepping through the threshold of the bedroom.

Tirza trailed behind her, though she walked like she was stepping over hot coals.

Mentally raping? The question had just across my mind as I finally regained my faculties to extent I remembered how to use them. I felt my mind sharpen along the edge of those words, hidden anger emerging. Was it true? Had she used her Mutation to gain control of my mind? Had she forced me into wanting her?

Yet, it didn’t quite ring true, even as I thought about it. I tried to make myself mad at her over the issue. But, that’s not what had happened. Something else, she had done something else.

“I didn’t…” Leda’s defiance crumbled, her orbs widening. She had just realized the extent of the damage she could’ve caused. She gave me a haunted stare, her mouth working, but the words didn’t match the movement of her lips. “I didn’t… Eff, that’s not what I -. Oh my god, please don’t think -.” A hand wiped at her forehead. “Estefan, I’m so sorry!” There was nothing, but anguish in her face.

I was about to answer, but Ramona interrupted me.

“Estefan why don’t you go help Tirza get settled,” she said through clenched teeth, her eyes slid to me, cutting metal. “Your sister found a bunch of clothes that fit her and she needs a place to put them. If we don’t find something your parents are going complain about the messiness of the Loft. Okay?” Her expression softened. “Go and help Tirza. We girls need to lay some ground rules here. It won’t be good for you to be around. You understand, right?”

I gave a slow nod. “Don’t hurt her, Mona,” was all I felt needed saying. I spun on my heel and walked out of the room, motioning for Tirza to follow me.

She did so without question. Her eyes were about as wide as Leda’s had been a moment before.

{ ¹“Jim-hat”: late 20th century slang, referencing a contraceptive device, called a condom; a thin sheath of Latex, Polyurethane or Polyisoprene worn over the penis during intercourse. }

{ ²Lightsaber: a fictional weapon made popular in the Star Warsuniverse; also, a "lasersword," consisting of a polished metalhilt, projecting a brightly lit blade about 4 feet or 1.33 meters long. It is the signature weapon of a Jedi Knight or a Sith Lord. }