The Misbegotten

[With too much on his mind, he decides to clear his head with the dug-up fossils of the past. As eager as someone three and a half centuries younger, he activates the program and loses himself. It is a welcomed relief to have the weight of Sixteen Worlds lift from his shoulders.]

I awoke in a panic, the vestiges of a dream flittering away the moment the sun shone onto my face. I was on my back.

Katie slept with most of her body on mine, draped on me like a warm, breathing blanket that drooled onto my chest. Only her right leg remained on the bed. She was still in deep sleep. And, she was still very nude and very exposed much like I was.

The bravado I had felt the night before vanished. I searched the Loft in a frantic tizzy for any sign that anyone else other than Katie and myself had been up there. I needed to clear my head, and fast.

The Loft appeared unchanged.

I turned my head to look at the digital clock on the nightstand opposite the one where I charged my cell phone. I recall relief at seeing the display reading 5:54 am. Exhaling with one long release, I ran my fingers through Katie’s matted, tangled hair. I know only my father would be up this early. He would be in his usual rush to get out of the house by 6:15. He wouldn’t have the time to come up to the third floor and snoop around.

The rest of the family would only now be awakening. My mother was usually set to get up next, but that wasn’t from a few more minutes. So, for the time being, no one was likely to disturb Katie and me.

“Katie?” I whispered at the top of her head, thinking it prudent to get clean up just in case. But, I was of a mind to wake her up slow and gentle. There was no need to startle her first thing in the morning. “Kat, my love, it’s time that we got up.” I tried for a second time when she didn’t respond the first time.

She stirred, blurting out something unintelligible, though her eyes remained closed.

I reached down and patted her on the butt, then gave it a nice fat pinch. My hand squeezed the entire cheek from hip to butthole. “Kat? Katie, wake-up, Babydoll, we have to get cleaned up before someone comes in and sees that you and I have been real bad. Kat, do you hear me?” I fell silent when I felt her stiffen atop me. I was certain she was about to stretch, so I stayed still as wakefulness began to seep into her.

Instead, she arched her back, pushing her ass into my palm and let out a long groan. With a hand on my chest, she pushed up, her head a foot away now, her eyes finding mine through the spill of her hair.

“Hi,” I said when expression returned to her face.

She didn’t reply right away. She bit her lower lip, blinking fast as if she was batting them at me.

My fingers played random notes on the firm meat of her butt.

She rested on one elbow, wiping at her eyes, clearing the debris that had gathered overnight.

“How you feeling?” I asked when she had finished.

She mashed a laugh with a sigh. A small smile crept to the corner of her lips. “How do think, goof-ball, tired and sore. I think a little bruised.”

My eyebrows rose. Bruised?

“But,” she continued, seeing my look, “satisfied in every way.”

I nodded through slitted eyes, the sun was becoming bright.

A throaty chuckle, then, “You gave it to me last night, Eff. I don’t think I’ve had sex like that before, so much intensity over such a long period of time. You were magnificent, even better than I imagined –.” She stopped and gave me an impetuous peck on the lips. She pulled back, speculative, and then seemed to reconsider whatever was on her mind. She came forward once more with a deep, passionate kiss. In an instant, I felt a fire in my chest and made my cock come to life.

Only when the blood began to fill it, a series of sharp pains rifled through my entire scrotum. They made me yowl and break from the heat of her. I moved a hand over my abused nutsack, cupping the tender oblongs. Hours later, I was still drained!

Jesus Chris, had I pumped two todays worth of cum into her last night?

“What’s wrong?” she asked her brow furling. I had ended our kiss somewhat abrupt.

“It’s my cock, cuz, it’s still in recovery mode I guess,” I explained.

She laughed.

I went on. “It wasn’t just me screwing last night, it was you to. And, because you were so damned good, I think I emptied everything I had into you. Now, it’s sort of painful with any blood flowing down there.”

“So, I guess, we both kinda beat each other up, huh?”

“Yup,” I replied, giving her another quick kiss. Then I rolled over and off the bed. “You wanna go first, while I clean up this place a bit?”

“Sure,” she answered squirming off the bed, but she didn’t get far. She came up to me and gave me a full frontal hug, her body melting into mine.

It felt so good, I felt the innards in my lower abdomen begin to cramp again, but breathed through it. I hugged her back, my hand running up down her body as she did the same.

“I want to do it over and over again, Estefan. Every night, if we can, for as long as we can,” she murmured at my chest.

“We will, Kat, whatever you want, whenever you want,” I concurred, stroking the back of her head now.

“Promise?” she asked, trying to sound meek.

“I promise.” There was no need to hesitate. I wanted her more than I wanted any other girl outside of Ramona. I knew it was just the beginning. I knew from the moment we crossed that line and committed a real sexual act, we would start down a road. It would enrich and expand our relationship, however far we chose to take it. It would fill us with much desire and sweet love. It would draw us like moths to the flame. Whether we’d burn for it or not, on that morning, we just didn’t care.

And yet… we still had to be smart. The real hope was not to get “burned” in any way, shape or form. It would have to be a secret, silent love for all time. There was no other way it could work. But after that night, I don’t think either of us minded the restrictions. We wanted each other too much. Consummated love had conquered all.

“Good, because I’m going to hold you to that,” she said finally, breaking my train of thought. She gave me one last firm embrace and then moved away. She strode toward her side of the room, where she had yet to sleep, but where my mother stored her clothes. They filled the spare dresser that had been there since the day I moved up to the Loft.

I stared after her, watching the flex and bounce of her naked ass. I was enjoying myself until my groin spasmed on me again. I had to remind myself, for the time being, I would have to keep my mind on things less arousing. Otherwise, I’d risk a sprained dick or something like that.

I glanced around the room and saw my shorts on the ground where Katie had thrown them the night before. I snatched them up, putting them on when I saw Katie’s top a few feet away. I side-stepped toward them and bent down to collect it when a sudden, sharp pain lanced from my right temple. It came from behind my eyes, on the left side of my head.

I remember, I had yelped in pain, staggering for a moment. I felt disoriented and almost fell to the floor. I was over-balanced, leaning too far forward. I caught the edge of my desk before I fell, though. I managed to pull myself upright, feeling a giant wave nausea washed over me.

What the fuck, I thought, was there something else in the weed that Jacob bought yesterday? Why I thought that, I have no idea. It didn’t make much sense since the marijuana for the most part was out of my system. Fucking Katie with such gusto had burned most of the high from me by the time I had fallen asleep.

I leaned back against the desk, taking a few deep breaths with my cousin’s top clutched in one of my hands. I heard Katie go into the bathroom. I tried to get my innards back under control, but I was grasping at smoke.

I arched my neck back and then to each side loosening it, controlling my heart rate and slowing my pulse. The pain passed, but there was still a dull ache behind my eyes, but it was manageable.

What the hell was that?

I came away from the desk and went about cleaning up the room, grateful we had left the windows open. The Loft didn’t smell of hot, sweaty sex. It smelled of summer instead. The dry mustiness of leaves just beginning to crack and curl under the anvil of the sun.

There was something else, something that I couldn’t quite identify, but knew it was there. I heard the toilet flush and, a second later, the shower turned on. I remember thinking was a good thing - good that Katie was washing. Let the dried vestiges of our bodies fall down into the drain, into the pipes…

It hit me then, overwhelming nausea, so strong, I doubled over with it. My face flushed as my stomach seemed to twist like a pretzel and all I could think about was… toilet! Got to get to the toilet!

My eyes filled with tears as I retched, a violent convulse, uncontrollable. If hadn’t brought my hand up to my mouth, I would’ve vomited all over the carpet. I strode toward the bathroom, stumbling every other step, bowling into anything that wouldn’t get out of my way. Outraged, I had a huge glob of puke in my mouth. It was already seeping through my lips and into my hand. I hit the bathroom door without bothering to turn the knob. Somehow I found the clarity of mind to thank god that Katie hadn’t closed it in proper fashion. It flung wide before my shoulder and hit the wall with a resounding crash.

Katie screamed. Her eyes were wide, wild. The steam from the hot water had yet to cloud the glass of the shower. She was still visible, trying to cover herself, not knowing it was me who had barged in on her.

I ignored her and bowled my way right to the toilet. If had been one step further away, I wouldn’t have made it in time. My guts clenched, horrendous, for a second time, only worse. Everything within me exploded from my mouth, splashing every square inch of the toilet bowl.

I fell onto my knees. My vomit slickened hand slipped on the lip of the porcelain. I almost went headlong into my own mess. I caught myself with my other arm. By hugging the under part of the toilet, I arrested my momentum.

Then another convulsion wracked me. I regurgitated with such force, it felt as if my throat was shredding before the onslaught. I heard someone crying out in pain, whimpering and mewling like a baby, not realizing it was me making those pathetic sounds. I tried to peer through my bleary eyes, but couldn’t.

“Oh fuck, what is happening?” I moaned, feeling the room spin. The horrible, half-digested stench from the contents of my stomach made me retch again. My throat screamed in agony as even more filth spilled from me.

I felt cold, wet hands on my back - frightened, furtive hands pulling me into an upright position.

I threw up yet again.

“It’s ok, my love, I have you. I am here. It’s ok,” said a voice.

I filled with gratitude. It was Katie at my side, though at the time, I had no means with which to thank her. I tried to look at her, but my head howled at even the slightest movement. So, I kept my head where it was, staring into the abyss that moments before had been in my stomach.

“Don’t worry, baby, I am here,” she kept saying over and over. Her voice cracked now and again as the fear consuming her manifested through unsteady speech.

It was over a minute later before the nausea passed. By then, I had completely emptied my stomach and was dry-heaving. On occasion, only yellowish bile spurt forth, but with only the most violent contractions.

I sat back on my haunches.

Katie left me for a few seconds. Then she returned with a glass of water and a damp towel.

“Babe, swish some of this in your mouth, but don’t swallow it, just spit it into the toilet. I’m gonna clean you up ok?” I nodded and took the glass, my head lolling. I realized, in her haste, she hadn’t bothered to find a towel. She was wiping my face and neck, then my befouled hand, stark nude.

Katie, I can see your pussy…

“N-naked,” I gurgled. My throat was on fire. I swilled the water in my mouth, then spit it out just as Katie flushed the rest of the corruption down the drain.

She smiled at me. “Yes, Eff, I’m naked, nice of you to notice.” She glanced around, and then hopped twice. She extended her foot, closing the door with it. She leaned toward the towel rack and pulled a large bath towel from one of the rungs, wrapping it over her shoulders. “Just in case someone does come in, it’ll look like I attended you with this wrapped around me instead of with my tits and ass hanging out.”

“An-and pu-pussy, too, can’t forget the kitty-kat.” It was a croak painted with as much of a smile as I could muster.

She play-slapped me on the arm. “Come on, you horn-dog, let’s get you washed up. You need to get that awful taste out of your mouth.” She helped me to me feet.

I, with her help, stepped with unsteady feet toward the sink.

“Just brush your teeth and wash your face, for now. When everyone leaves you and I will get in the shower together, so I can help you, ok?”

“Sounds like a plan,” I consented and did exactly as she had suggested. I stumbled my way back to my bed when I had finished and lay down with a heavy thump. I could hear her moving around in the bathroom.

A few minutes later, she came out with the towel still encircling her body and a market bag full of toilet paper. She had knotted it shut, holding her nose as she walked toward the door. She opened the door and placed it on the top stair. Then, she spun on the balls of her feet, letting the door close behind her. She strode to where I had dropped the top she had worn “to bed”. She put it on fast, buttoning it up the front. She trotted back to the other side of the room and retrieved the matching bottoms. She had discarded them when she’d been smoking out, when she let the cool breeze waft up her vagina. She'd been waiting for me to awake up so she could jump my bones.

That made me think of the joint she hadn’t finished. I lifted my head to my own detriment. Pain shot through my temples like a dull knife slicing through bread, rending, tearing rather than cutting.

“Fuck!” I growled, frustrated over this mysterious ailment that had stricken me out of nowhere. This was the morning I should’ve basked in the afterglow. For crying out loud, I’d just had wild monkey sex with the girl of my dreams.

“What’s wrong, Eff?” asked Katie. She scurried over to my side of the bed, sitting as careful as she could manage. She didn’t want to jostle me and make things worse.

“My head is pounding. When I tried to move, it swatted my ass for doing something as stupid as wanting to get up,” I explained. I put my hand out toward her.

She clasped it at once.

“Thank you, Katie, for helping me.”

“Don’t worry about that, my dear. I said I was going to be by your side no matter what, even if you do happen to puke on me now and again.” It was a light hearted response. Her fingers rubbed the meaty part of my palm.

Still, I had to ask, “Hey, where did you put the joint from last night? I don’t want it left out in the open.” I wanted to make sure we’d tied up all the loose ends of the past few hours.

“It’s in the top drawer of your desk wrapped in a piece of toilet paper underneath some papers. Is that hidden well enough? I mean, will anyone go that deep through your shit?” She looked about to get up and go fetch it, but I forestalled her.

That was good enough for now.

“It’s fine, leave it,” I said, tugging her hand, so she’d stay beside me.

She stared at me up and down, her face turning thoughtful. “What the heck happened, Estefan?” Her thin eyebrows knotted in the middle.

I cleared my throat, which hurt like hell. “I don’t know exactly. One minute I was fine and the next I was blowing chunks like Mount St. Helens. It came so fast. I didn’t even time to wonder what was going on. It hit me quick and so hard. Shit, I’m lucky I even made to the toilet in time, one more step and we’d’ve had to decommission the bathroom, like forever.” I spoke slowly, hoping my head would cooperate. It appeared to be alright, for the moment, as long as I didn’t move.

“Well just rest and we’ll wait for everyone to leave. Then we’ll get you all nice and clean. Until that time, I think you should probably sleep for a while,” she mused. She scratched at the back of her neck, glancing at me. Her head was at an angle, one green-blue eye before the other.

“Ok,” was all I said, rubbing at either side of my head. The dull ache that had started behind my eyes had spread.

“You want me to do that for you, babe?” she asked quietly.

“That would be divine of you…”

She crawled toward the head of the bed and sat with one leg underneath her butt. The other she put to the side, so she could reach my head with ease. A few moments later, she was caressing my temples; her cool fingers light on my head were as gentle as a summer breeze. I peered up at her, dreamy, feeling like a king.

Katie has had that effect on me ever since. I don’t need to be at the bow of a giant cruise ship, steaming across the north Atlantic at flank speed either. I can be anywhere and feel special, feel unique, feel loved unlike any man has had the honor of feeling love before.

I love you, Katie Lorraine… always have, always will.