The Misbegotten

Five more days’ passed - hot, dry, Santa Ana wind sort of days. We spent them adjusting to our new routine, now my parents knew how many kids were staying over. There were no more early mornings where the girls had to sneak out. They didn’t have to get breakfast elsewhere, while they waited for my Mom and Dad to leave. There were no more late-afternoon leave-takings and late-night sneak-ins either. For the time being, it was acceptable that the girls were living with us.

At first, my mother wanted Lucia and Martín to stay home with us older kids, which wouldn’t have been an issue. Yet, the more my step-father and I thought about it, the more it seemed like a bad idea. Any change in our typical routine might catch notice. Who knew who was watching us or the house, or both? That was something we could ill-afford, so we determined the two young ones would continue to go to Daycare.

We just couldn’t count on our neighbors any longer.

Things were becoming so bad; just about half the homes on our street were empty. Most of these people were fleeing to El Sereno or elsewhere. But there were a few instances where Stoolies turned in whole families for the Discovery Cash. Now that the NIA rose to fifty thousand dollars, it was too tempting to pass up.

It seemed to us, the NIA was dead serious about eradicating all Muto presence in northeastern Los Angeles. They were cutting through household after household like a farmer scything through spring wheat.

My mother had placed quick phone calls (via her cell) to all the parents (except Ramona’s mother). She explained the situation, making promises, setting up visits – whatever it took.

For the most part, they were glad, even relieved. For the time being their babies were safe, hidden, out of harm’s way.

For us, though, it was a different story. We were all so sick with worry.

Even if my mother hadn’t made us promise not to fuck each other’s brains out, I don’t think we would’ve. Not even if we’d run around naked. We weren’t thinking of passion or pleasure, or basic gratification for that matter. We were floundering around, going through the motions, not paying attention to one another in that way.

Don’t get me wrong, we were still intimate. But we did so in a different manner. We stayed close. We shared our love, just not in the fashion that transcended into carnal pleasures.

There were times I woke-up with a raging hard-on nestled between someone’s firm ass cheeks. But after a few dry humps, thoughts of my aunt or my cousins would come to mind. My erection would shrivel like a prune in seconds. My mind was then uncaring of anything sexual. There were, after all, more pressing matters to consider.

On the second night, Tirza joined us again in my bed, while Jolene and Johan shared Katie’s. Only Flavia slept alone. There was some kissing and some light petting, but nothing major. Though, I did love the feel of Tirza’s tiny mouth on my neck – kissing, biting and suckling at my skin. The feel of her small body in my arms was exquisite. The roundness of her firm butt, her perky breasts against my palms, and her lips on mine made me dreamy. I enjoyed it to the fullest, but that was the extent of our play.

We were all so worn out from our constant vigil; we just didn’t have the mental ability to do more than that. Instead, we hugged and whispered with affection. We slept and ate, and waited.

Midday, on a Tuesday (the afternoon of the third day) breaking news flooded across all the networks surrounding the globe. The NIA had finally attacked Fortress El Sereno en masse.

The TV, our cell phones and tablets howled and buzzed and dinged with updates. Sometimes they came in by the minute.

I don’t have to say here what most of you already know from reading your history. This was a well-documented event. Some even say it was the true beginning of the war against the Muto’s. Many historians would mark it as the roots leading to our War for Los Angeles and the devastation that followed.

For those few of you who were either bad students or were born on some isolated mining colony at the edge of the Solar System, let me say this. The fight for El Sereno was brutal – on both sides. Losses were awful, heavy and horrific. The NIA brought huge weapons to bear upon the civilian population. Meanwhile, the Muto’s there fought, in concert, eradicating company after company of NIA Shock-troops.

With time, each side escalated the slaughter, each side determined to destroy the other. Horrendous crimes occurred on both sides. But what were we to expect? This was genocide – no was no sparing innocence. There was no place for virtue upon a battlefield such as this. It would go on, day after day, week after week, atrocity after atrocity.

By the end of that day, we’d had enough. It was time for us to cross our “t’s” and dot our “i’s”. It was time to prepare, time to make sure we were ready.

I remember, we stayed up late that night, getting organized, just in case.

The dawning of the sixth day was a Friday… Yes, it was Friday, June 28th, 2018.

I awoke just as the first rays of the sun peeked over the horizon. For some reason I can’t describe, it drew me. I untangled myself from Leda and Tirza, pulled my feet and legs from Katie. For some strange reason, she liked to sleep as close to my dick as she could. Thus, I usually awoke with her astride the lower half of my body.

I came from my bed in only my boxers, nude otherwise. I climbed out the window. I made my way to the roof of the Loft as we had the night we’d got high and the NIA blasted a family a mere mile from my house.

I sat and watched as the rays of sunlight turned from indigo to imperial blue. I was able to discern the sky from the ground, the distinct angular shapes of human habitation beginning to take form. I saw the smoke, dark and roiling, blanketing one portion of the sky, casting a sick pallor over my thoughts.

Off in the distance, I could hear the ratta-tat-tats and booms of war. Every once and a while, I would feel a gigantic “whooshing” sound, my ears would threaten to pop. I could almost envision the massive explosions in my head. The battle was rampaging, spreading. At midnight, the Governor declared Martial Law within the entire State of California. This was because more and more Muto sanctuaries began to rebel. They began to fight back on a more united front.

I was peering toward the south, looking through the boughs of the trees surrounding my parents’ house. I watched a swarm of military helicopters fly across the horizon toward the fighting.

It was neither cold nor warm, but somewhere between. The temperature was balance to that of my body, so couldn’t feel it, one way or the way. There was a breeze, but it was faint, fleeting, only noticeable if I had been waiting for its’ lazy swirl.

I brought my knees up and rested my arms atop them, counter-balancing by leaning backward. My hands dangled from limp wrists, lost in thought – feelings, notions and nuances of the past few days. I couldn’t get over how much had changed. It had been less than a month and yet… so much.

I buried my head in my hands and would’ve cried, if I she hadn’t heard her. I looked up and she appeared before me.

She was off to the right, where the cornice of the second floor made it possible to gain the roof of the Loft. She stepped upon bare feet, a light tread upon the roofing. She wore a loose-fitting nightgown. It was so sheer I could see her blossoming figure underneath, though the sunlight silhouetting her form was weak. Her hair was down, jet-black in the anemic rays of the sun.

Then, it was shiny and lustrous of a sudden as blinding flashes filled the air. Tracers and flares made the dawn seem like the middle of the day.

With a different sort of hunger, I watched the back and forth sway of her gait. It was a soothing pendulum of motion. As she came closer, I was able to see her pale complexion, her coal-black eyes, her perfect skin and the narrow set of her lips. Though she had come right from my bed, Leda was a sight to behold. Relief overcame me at once. She was so much nicer to gaze upon than the landscape I’d been scrutinizing moments before.

I could see the swell of her breasts through her nightclothes, her small nipples hard, though it wasn’t cold.

She didn’t say a word. Her face seemed etched in stone. She spun on a heel, tucking her nightgown beneath her, sitting down next to me. She leaned her body up against mine, her head resting against the side of my shoulder. She felt wonderfully warm against me.

I had to have her closer. I reached up and over her head, putting an arm about her much smaller frame.

She nudged nearer, placing her arms about me just below my chest. Her face nestled in the crook of my arm, comfy.

I could feel the eyelash of her left eye tickling my pectoral muscle on my right side. “You’re up early,” I said after a long while, not wishing to spoil the moment. I was trying to ignore the fact my beloved city was tearing itself apart.

She breathed a laugh. “So are you.”

“I couldn’t sleep… something was calling me.”

“You were calling me,” she whispered, looking up at me. “In my dreams,” she added seeing my brow knit.

“I hope it wasn’t as bad as the last time I lost control.” I hoped, having to revisit that madness wasn’t a good thing.

“No, it was subtle and only for me… I think.” She tilted her head to the side. “I was the only one it awakened.”

I shrugged. “I didn’t mean to wake you. I wasn’t even aware I was doing it.”

She smiled as her orbs warmed.

I found I liked it when she smiled, because she didn’t do it all that much. “Your beautiful, Leda,” I murmured, my lips barely moving.

“So are you…”

The next thing I felt was like one magnet pulling at another. It pulled me downward and drew her to me. A moment later, our lips met and our arms tightened about one another. Our kiss deepened as our tongues danced about, each of us tasting the other.

Her palms clenched and unclenched against my back.

My free arm came forth to hold her by the waist. I slid to my right and she slid to her left. Our bodies were more or less facing each other, our knees scrambled before us. I stiffened and grew. My penis struggled against my cotton boxers until it began to find the convenient folds of the hole at the front.

We continued to kiss, trying to get closer so we could touch along the entire length of our bodies. But the position was awkward. The slope of the roof didn’t allow for much more. The tiles were rough and bumpy. Lying down would’ve hurt and getting our knees would’ve been even worse.

In an unexpected move, Leda straddled me. Her nightgown billowed.

I felt the bare, puffy flesh of her vagina in my lap, shocked at the warmth there. My cock turned as hard as stone and popped free of my boxers. My breath caught as her wet labia’s slid along its’ length as our bodies settled.

Her lips never left mine.

We kissed harder now that we more comfortable than we’d been seconds before. Our hands had more room to roam.

Leda wrapped her legs around my waist, putting more pressure on my manhood. She ground her hips, her moist pussy rubbing.

I could feel the tiny button of her clit, hard and anxious, against my delicate flesh.

Every time there was friction, she exhaled explosively into my mouth.

I could feel her whole body tremble.

“I don’t know how you do this to m-me,” she confessed, bucking hips forward and then back. She was massaging my cock between her vaginal lips. “Y-you make me crazy.”

“You’re not d-d-doing a bad job yourself,” I admitted, struggling for air. My heart was pounding in sync with the blood coursing through my dick.

She rocked her hips against me once more, then repeated it again and again, making us both writhe in ecstasy. Her breathing turned ragged, her chest and neck flushing with heat, with lust. She broke our kiss. She arched her neck, exposing it to me. Her eyes stared up at the lightening sky, her young breasts heaving before my chin.

I came toward her, my mouth finding her neck. I kissed and sucked and licked and nibbled her there.

The swaying of her hips became more urgent, the muscles in her thighs straining with need. She wanted release. It was obvious.

“I-I-I w-want to break your m-mother’s rules, E-Estefan!” she said, husky, harsh. Then, she was staring into my eyes. Either hand was against the side of my face, her fore- and middle-fingers scissoring my earlobes. “I w-want to feel you inside me so bad, it almost hurts.”

My hands fell to her butt and squeezed. “Since when have you ever followed the rules?” I challenged, my eyes burning with desire.

“I don’t like rules,” she agreed.

“Neither do I,” was all I said. I lifted her from my lap. She felt as light as a feather in my grasp. My penis came from my boxers to bob in the air, though I couldn’t see it underneath Leda’s nightgown.

She didn’t hesitate. She canted her pelvis backward, sticking out her butt, her flat belly bugling in the opposite direction. The movement positioned my cock below the eager opening of her vagina. Her eyes were still locked on mine as I lowered her until the tip of my manhood was touching her wet folds. They flared.

I could tell she wasn’t breathing anymore. I lowered her more and pressure began to build between our sex organs. The base of my cock throbbed sweetly from it. It continued until the sensation became unbearable.

She arched her neck once more. “I’m yours, Estefan. Put it inside,” she exulted, a hand coming to the top of her chest.

Her nether lips parted like petals of a flower, opening before the warming rays of an early sun. A breath later, I was inside her. My organ grazed against the walls of her pussy as I lowered her body the rest of the way.

Her body took my entire penis. She quivered as though I’d lowered her into a pool of freezing water.

I could feel the tip of my cock brush against her cervix, my smaller hole kissing her larger one.

A moan escaped her lips, and then something amazing happened. She shook again only this time she didn’t stop. It took me a few heartbeats to realize she was cuming. She had an orgasm the instant my penis had touched that deep part of her insides.

“Oh fuuuuuck,” she trembled. Her vagina gripped me tight, then loosened only to do it again a few more times before her orgasm began to subside.

The exquisite movements made my penis pulsate and I couldn’t wait anymore. Using my hands at either side of her waist, I lifted her a few inches. I arched my back so I could pull out a few more. I thrusted forward, bringing her down simultaneously. I slid my cock back into her pussy. It felt so delicious, my eyes fluttered as my body tightened to repeat the motion. Again, I brought her up and down upon stiffness of my pole. I did it a little harder this time, loving every scintillating millimeter I moved within her. I did it again – over and over – building a rhythm.

She seemed to come back to reality after a while, shifting her weight. She balanced herself upon the balls of her feet. This gave her more control and opened her even further. She began to impale herself on my dick, pouncing on me, taking me all the way. Then she was pulling almost free, only to repeat it.

I kept my back arched, no longer moving, letting her get everything she wanted out of the firmness she was riding. Instead, I grabbed the hem of her nightgown. I pushed it over her knees, so I could see our bodies joined together.

She continued to grind herself along my hard length, her butt moving up, then down.

The site was incredible. I couldn’t believe how big I looked. The skin of my cock stretched as far as it could manage, and still she swallowed it all into her small body. I continued to stare. I saw she’d trimmed her public hair into a perfect downward triangle where her underwear would cover her. Below, she was completely bare. In the early light of the dawn, I could just make the skin of her pubis. It glimmered with the juices of our lovemaking – a milky, white sheen covering both of us.

She peered down as well, groaning with pleasure. “God, Effy, y-your c-c-c-cock is perfect. You fill me all the way.” She was gazing into my eyes, her face pink with exertion. Her hair began to plaster the side of her face.

I smiled, my eyelids heavy with the craven sensations pumping through my body, each one centered on my cock.

Leda was fucking me with every ounce of strength in her body.

I could feel a wave beginning to gather and grow within me, gaining momentum, power, as it did so.

Leda went on with her furious movements.

I felt a tightening at the base of my scrotum, knowing I wasn’t going to last much longer. “I’m going to cum.” My voice was no more than a wheeze.

“Cum,” she retorted, shifting her grip. She held me by the shoulders, slamming her twat on my cock.

“W-w-where?” I asked, almost unable.

“Just cum, Estefan, I want to feel every drop of it inside,” she answered, purring like a feline. She dug her nails into the meat at the beginning of my arms, pulling herself ever harder onto my stiff flesh.

My cock went rigid.

Her vagina was like hands gloved in silk, stroking me again and again.

I felt my body strain and my loins gird.

“Cum, Estefan, fill me,” she begged, both of us were sweating now.

I couldn’t hold it any longer. I came into her like a freight train into the station. I held onto her as tight as could against me, pumping rope after rope of semen into her, hot, burning.

She arched her back, letting go of me, her feet going flat, engulfing every fraction of my dick with her sex.

I spasmed and spewed, so many times I lost count.

She drained all the sperm from my balls, my cock jerked inside her. She flexed from the inside, a Kegel holding me tighter. She never stopped kissing me.

Finally, she came against my chest, our bodies still one. She hugged me, loose about the neck and shoulders, her eyes smoldering lumps of carbon. “I think I love you, Estefan Ernando. This is so different than before…” She kissed me. She held me about my head. And, she held my semi-hard manhood with the muscles of her vagina, double-clutching me. It was the ultimate expression that she meant what she said.

I should’ve felt like a man atop the world. How many times could a young man like me make love to a girl as exotic and erotic as Leda Quintanilla? Not many. She was so far out of my league, it was laughable. Yet she’d fucked me so hard she had bruised the bones of our pelvises. I was ecstatic.

I kissed Leda until my lips chapped, staying inside of her for as long as I could manage.

So what if the end of the world was coming. What the fuck could I do about it anyhow?

Not a god damned thing.

Having Leda made all that shit so much easier to understand.