The Misbegotten

Ten minutes later, I came into the TV room, where Katie and I had been watching the flat screen with my parents the night before. My t-shirt had splotches here and there, droplets of water and dish soap had splashed onto me while I was about the dishes. She was sitting on the same dark-brown, leather sofa I had been sharing with her and my mother the night before. Her feet she tucked behind her, her heels touched the round firmness of her butt. She had the remote in one hand, flicking through the hundreds of channels my father had piped into the house.

I sat down a few feet away from her when something on Intra-national News Network caught our attention. She depressed the small button controlling the volume. She increased it, so we could hear what the reporters were reporting.

It was a story coming out of Indochina.

[He ascends to the highest level.]

Maybe many of you may remember this. Those of you who paid attention in your study of history will recall this incident. It was the one that confirmed the NIA’s war on genetics.

[He descends once again.]

It went like this. The government of Laos had sent an armored battalion into the jungle after a rebel group of “terrorists”. This was after they had somehow or another linked up with a group of Muto’s. This was the first time any such group came into being.

[He remembers some new detail and comes to the surface of his conscious mind.]

I use the term – Muto - in a loose sense, because it has many connotations in the present that didn’t exist back in ’18. Because those emerging from the “sickness” were different from those around them, no one knew what to call them. Their genetic code had changed. It was the news networks that had begun to use the term, Muto’s, when describing these people as a unit.

Now, the moniker is a derogatory term. A Muto is usually a Human Celeste that has done something beyond stupid or lacks foresight and makes rash decisions.

Back in 2018, it was the only thing people called those who the Shadow Seed had touched.

[He swims back down to the abyssal plain of long, lost memory.]

Anyhow, these two groups, working as one, had wreaked havoc about the Laotian countryside. Fed up, the prime minister of their small country decided to do something about it.

When the government forces finally surrounded the enemy combatants, something extraordinary happened. Instead of a slaughter to the last – as was the general consensus – the “terrorists” unleashed hell. It was the Heavy Armor of the Laotian Army who took heavy losses instead, which was amazing in itself. But it was still not the most outrageous occurrence that day.

What made matters worse was the manner of the Laotian Army's annihilation. No one had seen anything like this throughout human history.

Being completely encircled and cornered, knowing they were about to die, the Muto’s had fought back. Not with machine guns, rifles or even knives. No, they came out of the jungle foliage using only their fucking minds!

I know, what I’m about to write is terminology and events known wide and far in the twenty-fourth century. But back in 2018, no one had any clue about the reality of the world at that particular time.

We didn’t know of the consequences of exploding Comet 2001ct2 above the Earth’s atmosphere back then. The only thing humanity had cared about was it no longer presented a threat to our planet. After its' neutralization, humanity was too busy rejoicing over the Northern Alliance’s destruction of the comet. The saving of our collective bacon, and the partying that ensued, blinded us all. No one stepped back and took notice of what was happening.

The markets had rebounded, new alliances were forging every other week – all over the globe. The entire geo-political paradigm hadn’t just shifted. It was spun on its’ heel and kicked out the fucking window.

Who knew that the ‘Seed had already spread far and wide by the summer of ’18 when Katie had come to my town in a stolen car? Who knew?

The Northern Intercontinental Alliance had just strengthened its’ position globally. The NIA carved a huge part of the world’s wealth into three interdependent zones of commerce. It was now focused on the disruption the ever-growing Islamic Federation. It was they who were now the new enemy (aside from the Muto Issue).

By ’18, the Islamic Federation had already grown to include the old countries of Iran, Iraq, Syria, Saudi Arabia, Qatar, Oman, Kuwait, Dubai, and Jordan. It created an oil-saturated block of power in need of strict control. This was what the officials in North America, Europe and Asia espoused to the masses. That was when the Shock Troopers began to walk our streets, ever suspicious, every one of them foreigners. That was when things began to get bad in earnest. There was so much upheaval and promise, turmoil and hope the pace of events overwhelmed us completely. Most of us couldn’t keep up. Most of us didn't want to. We ignored many things, and overlooked even more… and we paid the price.

Anyhow, I regress.

So, it was, these Muto’s came from the jungle and all hell broke loose among the ranks of the Laotian armed forces. There were men writhing on the ground, screaming at the top of their lungs. Others pulled forth their survival knives and machetes and hacked their own comrades to pieces. Some men just burst into flame, seeming to combust of their own volition. More just sat down, put their Kalashnikovs to their chins and blew out their brains - Full Metal Jacket-style¹. There were even reports of armored personnel carriers being flung high into the sky as if they’d sprouted wings.

At the time Katie and I thought it was bullshit.

What we didn’t know was the jungle people were powerful Muto’s. There was an Empathist, someone who manipulates emotion on all levels. There was a Combust, someone who command fire, and a Brainer, someone who can send pain to others with a mere thought. They also had a Projector, someone who can beguile thought into another’s mind, and a Kenetic, someone who lift things with their mind.

If we had known that morning what we were seeing on TV, it would’ve made more sense to us. But we hadn’t known. I think we both just sort of filed what we were watching under the “fantastic” sections of our minds. We let the story wash over us only paying attention in part.

The unfortunate thing, though, was that incident tipped the scales against all Mutos. And, Katie and I took no notice. We had no idea how much it would forever change our lives.

After a few minutes, Katie had lain down and stretched herself across the couch. Her legs were across my lap below the knee and her narrow, white feet were wiggling just off to my right.

I slouched down into the comfortable piece of furniture, relaxing, after having eaten so much food. My right hand reached out before I knew what I was doing and grabbed one of Katie’s tiny feet. I began to rub it, unthinking, while we watched the remote buzz-drone cameras and the reporters on the ground. It seemed like two dozen journalists were trying to explain what had occurred in Laos. They covered the TV.

She had let out a long coo of pleasure and immediately shifted her knees in my lap.

Now, with the angle improved, I had better access to her soles. I massaged those pale feet with all the skill I could muster. My eyes flicked between the TV and Katie as I thumbed her arches and spread her little toes with my fingers. I cupped the balls of her foot, flexing them back and forth. I placed her heel in the palm of my hand and applied just enough pressure to make her groan. I went on like this for a long time. Every time I stared at those small, pale feet, I felt my cock spasm. I hadn’t realizing yet, but even as a teenager, I had a deep-seeded fetish for women’s feet.

As I think back over my long life, there is nothing better than having my dick between a pair of dainty feet. What I love most is the friction along the bottoms, the tiny ripples of flesh there. When oiled, feet feel like rougher, cooler walls of a vagina. Any woman I’ve screwed will tell you, I came on her feet as many times as I jizzed in her vagina or on her body.

I love feet, so what, don’t bitch!

Three-quarters of an hour later, the doorbell rang, making me jump and waking up Katie.

She had fallen into blissful sleep, because of my rubbing of her lower extremities. She brought herself up off the couch and into a sitting position.

I made to get up and go for the door when, out of nowhere, she stopped me with a firm tug on my arm. This retarded my forward motion so much, I couldn’t do much else but sit back down upon the couch.

I turned to look in her direction to see why she had pulled on me like that. Then I realized she had crept very close to me and was still approaching. I had no more than half a second before her thin, warm lips closed over mine in a long, slow kiss, which startled me at first. A heartbeat later, I relaxed.

Her hand came up to hold the back of my head.

I knew this was something more than a sisterly peck of thanks the next moment.

Her tongue pushed between her own lips to taste mine. It was tentative, a question made physical, asking if it was ok to take things to the next level.

I didn’t hesitate as my tongue came forth, questing for hers and found it. She tasted sweet, I told myself, but it was more likely some residual saccharine left over from the coffee we had drunk earlier. I sucked her tongue, savoring her, but she would have no hesitancy with our first real kiss.

She brought her knees under her and moved as close as she could beside me. She held my head with both hands and pushed her tongue into my mouth.

I accepted it. I sat up straighter myself, so that I could feel her body along mine. I pushed onto the small of her back with one hand and held her with the other. I wrapped my tongue around hers and sucked.

She breathed, robust through her nose, preparing to do the same.

I crushed her breasts into my chest and eased my rock hard dick onto the thigh of one of her legs.

She wasn’t about subtleties, on that day, and ground her thigh into my crotch, as a small gasp escaped her.

I could feel my blood rising, the beat of my heart increase as my ardor rocketed skyward. I wanted her right then, right there on the couch. I wanted to see, feel, smell and taste all of her. I wanted to lick her neck, suck on her nipples and knead her ass cheeks. I wanted to put her toes in my mouth, spread her buns apart and dive in with my tongue. I wanted everything. I wanted it all. I wanted her in every position imaginable. I wanted to see her gag on my cock as she took it all in her mouth. I wanted her to squat on the balls of her feet and drive my shaft inside her pussy until I could go in no further. I wanted to suck her clit, while inserting a pair of fingers into her to massage her g-spot. I wanted her to swallow everything that spilled from me, while I lapped up every drop from between her thighs. I wanted every part of her…

…And Katie wanted that was me too.

I could feel the sexual tension in her body. I could smell the pheromones pouring off her. I could feel her hands all over me. She wanted me just as bad as I wanted her, and if things had been different we would have fucked ourselves sore. Splashed sperm and cunt juices all over the couch, but things weren’t different on that day.

The doorbell rang again.

And we both sighed in frustration. We knew Ramona and Jacob were on the other side of the door, waiting for us to answer. Our lips parted. We stared at one another, panting, our pupils made large by lust.

“Oh god, Eff, I want you. I know that I shouldn’t, but I do, in every way. I want you in my belly,” she said breathless, her hand at her chest to slow her racing heart. “You think that is bad?”

I heaved for air, shaking my head. “No, Katie, I don’t. I want you too. I mean other people might think it’s bad, but I don’t. I want to, and not just because you’re beautiful and sexy. I want to because it seems so right, in my mind. I love you, and not like I told you in the past. I’m in love with you. I think I have been for some time now.” My eyes flooded before I could stop them.

She tipped her head to the side. “You mean that, Estefan? Do you really mean that? Tell me you’re not just saying that because we're not alone. You know if your girlfriend and your cousin weren’t on your doorstep we’d be fucking our brains out right now. Tell me you’re not saying it out of regret. Are you?”

I looked into her eyes, put my middle finger under her jaw and brought her close with it. “I mean it…,” I whispered and kissed her like she was priceless porcelain.

The doorbell rang again, only this time even more urgent.

“Oh my,” she mumbled into my lips.

I rumbled with mirth, deep in my chest.

“What are we going to do?” she asked.

I wasn’t sure if she was talking to herself or asking me the question. Instead, I queried, “Do you feel the same?”

She pulled edged back. Her eyes blinked rapid. They were as tear-filled as my own.

“Well?” I implored just above hearing.

“I’ve always denied the fact that you attract me like a moth to the fire. Especially, in my heart, because I knew if I admitted it, then I would have to face what lies beneath.” She paused to take a breath that I shared with her, nervous now. “But I can’t help it, Eff, being older now; it’s harder to stay away. I force myself not call you. I use other boys to distract me when it doesn’t work and I grow weak. Just being here and having you all to myself, even with all the crap going on in my life, it’s harder to keep it from coming out.” She played with skin behind my ear.

I relaxed. I knew what she was going to say already.

“My body responds to you, my mind is always wondering about you and I’m completely at home in your arms.” She closed her eyes and her face edged heavenward as if she were praying or about to give confession. Maybe it was both?

In that moment, I couldn’t tell one from the other. They were indistinguishable.

“I love you, Estefan. I do. I admit it now and take into my heart without any shame.” She opened her eyes and gazed at me as the tears spilt.

I wiped them away and brought my fingers to my lips to taste them.

Again, the doorbell rang. In rapid succession now with the muffled tones of my cousin following, Jacob howled. “Hey, you fuckheads, were here! Open the god damned door!”

“Don’t cry,” I assuaged her, rubbing her shoulders with both hands, massaging either side of her neck.

“It’s hard not to, Effy, especially when we know what everyone is going to say.” She grimaced at that. “What are we going to do?” she asked again, only with more emotion. She was pleading with fate. “They are going to hate us.”

“Fuck what everyone else says,” I stated, trying to be brave. I knew it was somewhat naive, because, inside, I was just as worried as she was.

“We are cousins, Estefan, first cousins. I think the family is going to have a shit fit if they find out how we feel… what we want to do with one another.”

There it was, stated in its' natural state and as a matter of fact. I had omitted that fact from my brain with a drug addict’s deliberation. I had to so I could circumvent all the nastiness that came along with it. I had wanted, for years, to be with my cousin. I wanted to date her. I wanted to wine and dine her. I wanted to make love to her some nights and I wanted to fuck the shit out of her on others. True, I had loved other girls. I took them to my bed and was quite happy with the results. Yet, Katie was never far from my mind. She was always there.

My ex-girlfriend, Tirza, had blown a gasket on me when I had said Katie’s name at the moment of busting my nut inside her on accident. Thank god, she hadn’t put two and two together. She had not divined I was speaking about my cousin and not the sophomore we both knew from school. But, the deed was done, nonetheless. She had been furious. I think it was one of the main reasons why we hadn’t lasted much longer after that. She had let it fester. I had uttered another girl’s name at the height of intercourse. She went from being my girl to hating me way too fast for it to be anything else.

The doorbell went wild then, ringing like howling banshee, non-stop for almost thirty seconds.

“Why don’t we start by just answering the door, and kinda figure things out as we go. You and I have always been good at keeping secrets,” I concluded. I stood up, pulling her along with me. “I didn’t tell anyone about last summer when you grabbed me by the cock. Did you?”

“NO!” Her eyes were bulging, then another thought crossed her mind. “I was going to give you a blow-job that day, you knew that right?” She said it in a rush as if she was glad to be rid of the thought.

“I suspected,” I said succinctly as we made our way to the front door. There was no time to bandy with words.

So I had been correct all along. Who would’ve thunk it?

About ten feet from the portal, she sighed again. “But, this is going to be so much harder. When I look at you my pussy gets all twitchy and wants attention. How am I gonna explain its’ sloppiness? I just about gush every time I have carnal thoughts of you!” She stopped to giggle, covering her mouth with one hand. “I can’t believe I just said that!”

Tell me about it, Kat. I’m gonna be boner-city every day…

“I don’t know if I can keep my hands to myself or looks out of my eyes or expressions off my face.” She cut her stride and stomped a foot.

“Jeez, stop being a drama queen! We will deal with it as it comes,” I explained as honest as I could. What the hell else was there to do with the situation. We were first cousins and we wanted each other – plain, motherfucking simple.

Maybe, in actuality, it was cousin-fucking simple. Ah well, whatever.

“Estefan, come on, think about it! I mean think about it.”

“No,” was my abrupt answer. I reached the door, unlocked it and threw it wide.

Jacob was about to pound on the door with both fists, having forsaken the worthless doorbell at that point. He stood there like an idiot, both arms up over his head, his face frozen in shock, eyes bulging.

Behind me, from the corner of her mouth, I heard Katie say, “You don’t have to be such an asshole about it.”

{ ¹Full Metal Jacket: a 1987 war film produced, directed and co-written by Stanley Kubrick. Usage herein refers to the scene in the movie, following graduation, where Private “Joker” discovers Private “Pyle” in the bathroom loading his rifle with live ammunition – .762 millimeter, Full Metal Jacket. Joker attempts to calm Pyle, who executes drill commands and recites the Rifleman's Creed. The noise awakens the platoon and Hartman. Hartman confronts Pyle and orders him to surrender the rifle. Pyle kills Hartman, and then commits suicide. }

[He can’t take it anymore. His head hurts. His cock aches with the childhood yearnings for his cousin. It’s enough, for now. He climbs, wearily, back to full consciousness. Exhaustion is all he has the strength to feel.]