The Misbegotten

About ten minutes later, we heard footsteps upon the stairs. They were soft thuds that sounded familiar to the both of us. When the tentative knock sounded in our ears, we knew it was my mother.

Katie spoke first.

I couldn’t trust my throbbing head and aching stomach enough to speak above a whisper.

“Come in, Auntie,” she said. She didn’t move, but kept applying pressure upon either of my temples, trying to ease the pounding in my head.

My mother opened the door and took a step into the room as she would any day of the year. Then, she stopped short. She dressed for work in a tight-fitting skirt and matching blouse, sensible heels on her feet.

It was the sight of me, in only my shorts, and her niece, her legs about my head, massaging me, that surprised her. I could see a momentary sense of uneasiness ripple throughout. The natural intimacy between Katie and me was palatable. Maybe we looked too familiar with one another. Maybe our bodies seemed used to touching as if we’d been close like this countless times. I watched as her eyes drink in the details of the situation. The fact Katie was wearing her gossamer sleeping outfit. The fact I was between her legs. My unmistakable proximity to Katie’s womanhood, just inches away, behind a thin layer of cotton. Her eyes narrowed.

For a moment, as I measured her stare, it flashed through my mind that my mother had in face seen me. It was the night before again. I had inserted my tongue into Katie and ate her out like I was possessed. While, between my legs, Katie plunged my cock down her throat time and time again. Fuck, I’m going to hell! She had been watching! She knows!

Even so, my Katie was a magician and appeared to have anticipated this interaction in advance. She did so with a mere an inflection in her voice. It took no more than a minor tweak and a drop or two of urgency. Together, they made the knowing, comprehending, look on the face of my mother disappear.

“Auntie, Estefan is sick!”

It was so simple, so perfect.

“What?!?” My mother rushed the rest of the way through the door and came to the side of the bed. “What happened?” she asked in a flurry, her maternal instincts firing on all cylinders.

I smiled at her. Maybe a little too wan, but hey, she was my mom.

Katie explained. “I’m not sure either of us knows for certain. He was fine, got up after his alarm woke us both up and began getting his stuff together. I went to wash up and all crazy he burst through the bathroom door holding his mouth. I didn’t even have the time to ask what was wrong, because before I could react he was throwing up in the toilet. A lot, Auntie, like he had eaten something bad and his body were rejecting it…” She paused, fast-thinking the situation.

Delight filled me. She was such a perfect liar!

“No, it was different than that. It was like something was making him throw up, like it was forcing him to reject what was in his body. Like if someone was pumping his stomach. It was awful!”

Her statement made me frown. I glanced up at her. What the fuck was she talking about? Had it looked like that for real?

My mother’s face melted with sympathy. “Oh my god, Estefan, how do you feel now?”

I have to admit it, I Ferris Bueller’ed¹ the shit. “Better, mom, but my head was pounding after I finished.” I gestured with a hand. “I was able to make it out here, but Katie offered to massage me.” Dramatic pause here for affect. “Now, if I don’t move too much, I feel ok… decent.”

She let that sink in. I could see her realign what she thought she’d seen earlier – no, they weren’t being too intimate. They were just acting the way we’ve taught them – take care of your family. “Well thank god Katie was here to take care of you. Who’s to say what would’ve happened if she hadn’t been here.”

I just smiled, though somewhat stiff, because the pain was still coursing through my head. Katie’s warm touch dulled it. Though nice, it hadn’t banished it altogether.

“So, I guess that means you won’t be going to school then, huh?” reasoned my mother, clicking her tongue on the roof of her mouth. It was a thing she did when circumstances arose that she couldn’t change and had to submit to them.

“It’s only a Minimum Day, mom,” I managed. I felt a funny tingling in my nose, almost as though I could feel what I was smelling. It was – and still is – very hard to describe. “I think I can afford to miss it.”

My mother nodded, agreeing it wasn’t much of an issue.

Then, I recalled something. “You’ll just have to call the school and let them know I am sick, so I won’t have any issues when the new school year starts in August.” My voice sounded like a flock of geese, all croaks and squawks.

My mother thought to herself for a second, while Katie continued to rub at my temples. “Ok, I’ll call the school,” she began as she regained her feet. Her hands were on the tops of her knees. “I will take care of that for you, Effy. You guys need any more money?”

“No,” I said at once, not willing to garner suspicion over what should’ve been only Katie and I eating for the day. The fact we blew through almost all the $380.00 she’d given us, might’ve caused my mother to look deeper into what we had done the day before. I wanted none of that. It might lead her down the actual path to the truth. I never wanted her to know Katie and I had made love. Never! It might have been feral and intense, though we would always consider it making love. It didn’t escape the fact I had buried my dick in her pussy. The thought alone would sicken my mother beyond anything she could’ve ever dreamed. I didn’t want her to have to go through any of that shit.

My mother’s mouth tugged to one side, playful, and I knew I had diverted her attention exactly as I had intended. She was thinking I didn’t want to overburden the family by asking for too much money. She figured I was being a proper, well-mannered son, and not the depraved retch that I truly was. Damn, I’m good! Always have been…, but she’s my mom, shouldn’t I stop?

“Ok, Effy,” she turned to make for the door. The unexpected waft of her skirt sent an almost imperceptible rustle of air in my direction.

To my utter astonishment, a thrust of a thousand, thousand scents assaulted my nose almost at once. Smells unlike anything I had ever imagined in my life. Not just the fragrance of her perfume or the body wash she had used earlier when she had taken her morning shower. Not just her individual musk, which, in itself stunned me where I lay – it was so much more. Each of those things, streaking though my brain like a million lasers, was identifiable, undeniable, and distinct. It was as though I could smell the separate parts that made them; the jasmine, the aloe Vera and the honey butter in her body wash. And yet, even those I broke down and categorized in my mind in an instant. I could smell the starch on the material of her skirt, the residual smell of detergent below the ozone left behind by the iron she had used upon the garment. There was the sharp, soapy odor of the shaving cream upon her legs, the brand new smell of the nylons she wore. Even the musky, animal-like essence of the leather belt she had about her waist registered. It was amazing… and it was invigorating... and at once my headache receded.

That was when I felt Katie stiffen upon the bed, though my mother seemed to take no notice. Maybe she’d been too far away.

“And if you do feel better, Effy, don’t to invite too many friends over, once they’re out of school. I don’t want to come home to a disaster,” said my mother. She was oblivious to what I was experiencing or the fact Katie had gone as rigid as a pointing bird-dog. “If you have Ramona over just make sure Katie is around, ok? I don’t want any grandchildren this soon in my life, understand?” She was staring at me, pointed.

Oh god, mom, if only you knew how many girls I have fucked under your roof… including this dainty beauty with her legs about my head!

“Estefan,” she repeated with a little more emphasis.

That snapped me from the smells and my thoughts.

She was serious now.

“Yeah, yeah, ok mom. No problem,” I replied, quick, trying to refocus on the scents, but they were fading fast. It was hard to lock back onto them.

My mother harrumphed, turned back toward the door and walked out of the Loft. She stopped, looking down in disgusted shock. She had seen my puke-in-a-bag and was most likely wondering how she had overlooked it on her way up.

“I’ll throw that away in the outside trash a bit,” I supplied before she could speak.

Only a yuck-filled grimace came from her as she tip-toed around the bag, twisting back in our direction. “I hope you feel better, son.” She shook from the shoulders down to her waist in revulsion and made her way down the stairs. The door closed with a soft click behind her retreating form.

Above me, Katie exploded like had goosed her right up the anus.

I was suddenly reduced to blinking in confusion. There were sharp pains behind my eyes for an instant, because of the movement. Then, I felt nothing.

“Jesus Christ, Estefan, the smell!” was all she could get out as she bound from the bed. Frantic, she clutched at – of all things – her crotch.

What the fuck?

It hit me what she had said. “You smelled it too?” I asked, enthused, though I had no absolute reason why she was grabbing her privates.

“Of course I did!” she exclaimed. Her breathing was deep and ragged as if she had run a mile. “It was so strong and… so… so… much like being high! God, it was intoxicating. I almost couldn’t help myself - .”

I frowned at that. For me it had been more of a wondrous experience, not something I would equate to being drug induced. I realized Katie hadn’t stopped talking.

“ – when I first smelled you, it was such a shock, a deep seeded jolt that hit my brain one instant. Then it dove right down into my pussy. It was almost like someone was flicking their tongue across my clit or something. Oh god, Eff, I wanted to feel your dick inside me to the point it was driving me mad!” she finished still laboring for air. Her hand hadn’t moved from the top of her pubis. Her fingers spread as if she were about to start masturbating any second now.

Wait a minute, had she said the way I smelled? I hadn’t smelled me. I had smelled my mother. What the hell was this chick talking about?

“Kat, wasn’t it my mom you smelled?” I asked at a loss. What had happened?

“Your mother!” she bellowed. “Jeez, Eff, what the heck are you talking about! I couldn’t’ve smelled dog shit if it had been right under my nose with the sweet odor coming from your body. It was so much, so wonderful,” she retorted as she internalized her thought and fell silent. The tip of her middle finger began to rub up and down over her pajama bottoms.

“Me? You smelled me? But that doesn’t make any sense. I mean, how could that be when the only scents that registered were those that came from my mom?” I queried, now more than just confounded. “And why are you playing with yourself?” I demanded. Maybe more cross than I intended.

Katie’s hands went still. She crossed her legs. Her ankles were interwoven, tight, trying to stop whatever was occurring in her nether regions. She looked down at the “V” of her crotch. Then, she gazed back at me with an apprehensive cast to her countenance. Her whole body was robotic with tension. Her eyes, wider than normal, stared back at me as if she were seeing me for the first time.

“Be-because the smell, Eff… it made me… want to fuck,” she murmured. It was just loud enough so I could hear her. This wasn’t the usual Katie, but then again neither was I used to what she was talking about. “Your smell, cuz, it turned me on so… fast. It was so intense. It took all my willpower just to stay where I was and not flip over on top of you and shove your dick into me. I almost didn’t succeed.” She wasn’t being coy or cute or even the slightest bit amorous. She was telling the truth. I could see it her eyes, read it in her body language…

…Smell… it was coming from her… skin…?

I reached for the smell at once. I drank in the mineral richness, the sea algae and the thick, underlying remnant of Vitamin E – it comprised the body wash I had in my bathroom. Below that I could sense the sun kissed heat of her body, the loamy oils within her pores. And… oh sweet heaven… the tangy, ferment of her vagina – she was in heat! I could sense she had soaked her bottoms with her own pussy juice. Her lips ran with it, ready for penetration, begging for it.

Then, I saw her face.

Her entire visage twisted in a rictus snarl. She was fighting with every fiber of her being against some incredible, some powerful, unseen foe. She had one hand upon her breast, the other squirming like an eel she could just control. With a mind of its own, it tried for her crotch. She was straining against her unruly hand, trying so desperate not to touch herself.

“Effy… stop!” she rasped through clenched teeth.

At once, I pulled back from the smell.

Just as fast, the titanic fight she was contending within, abated. Without ceremony, she fell to her knees, exhausted from the rigor of combating whatever the fuck she'd been struggling.

“W-w-what happened…?” I asked, mulish.

“What happened!?! What happened!” she began, a pitiful heap upon the floor. “You fucking did it again, only this time it was like three times stronger, you fucking jerk!”

“B-b-but what d-d-id I do?” I was stammering. I was so shocked be her behavior.

“You were forcing me to want you! Your god damned smell was making me lose my mind, I almost couldn’t think. Fuck that was so strong!” Her reply was as much for me as it was for herself. She kept running one of her hands through hair. Once more, sweat made it matted.

From the ground floor, we heard the front door close with a thud. The high pitched voices of my younger siblings wafted up to us. They were walking down the pathway to my mother’s car on their way school.

“I did this to you?” I knew it was a lame question, but I had to ask. This was all so bizarre.

Katie had almost caught her breath. “Yes, my dear, my fucking pain in the ass, you did this to me.”

“But… how?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.” She sat back on her butt and as she did so, the lighting about her changed just enough. I could see her pajamas were now drenched in sweat.

Son of a bitch, what had I done?

Out of instinct, I went to reach out for the scent of her sweat, but stopped myself a moment later. Wait one damned minute, I said to myself, an idea beginning to take root in my brain. “Katie?”

“Yes, Effy,” she answered, her voice weary now, as though she’d experienced a fill days’ worth of crap in a few hours’ time.

“I think I know how I did it,” I ventured, gingerly. I could tell she was a little perturbed with me. Katie hated it when anyone tried to force her into anything, regardless if it was something appealing to her. It was the principal of having something forced onto her that drove her to fury within seconds.

Her head snapped up in an instant. “How?”

“I could smell you. I just sort of let myself go into the essence of it. I lost myself, because it was so incredible. Seconds later, I looked up and you were all contorted and looking crazy. When you asked me to stop that broke my concentration and I… pulled back from the fragrance.” I shook my head. “I came out of it and you fell to the floor, free of whatever it was assaulting you.”

“B-but how are you able to…?” Now it was her turn to stutter with disbelief.

“I have no clue…”

She sighed and her shoulders slumped a bit. “Well, I guess just don’t do that for a while and we’ll be ok. At least, until we can figure out what the hell is going on.”

“Yeah, ok,” I agreed, more than a little guilty for the state I had left her.

A long, thoughtful silence ensued.

“How’s your head,” she asked out of the blue. Her eyes, once more, shrouded with concern.

My brow furled at the inquiry. I tilted my head to the side as I searched within myself for an answer.

Only seconds passed.

“It’s gone,” came the only response that made sense.

“What?” Her face bunched for the second time in the last five minutes.

I smiled out of the corner of my mouth. “It’s gone.”

She shook her head. “This is all so fucked up.”

I didn’t answer right away. I sat there, on my bed, fiddling with the comforter before I looked at her once more. Even sticky with perspiration, her hair pasted to her face, her night clothes disheveled and askew - she was gorgeous to me. I felt so lucky in that instant just to know her. Thank god she was mine.

“Katie, I’m sorry.” I mumbled the apology.

She was off her feet in a flash and came to me. Deftly, she put her knees to either side of me upon the bed, so she straddled my hips. She lowered herself onto me, letting her legs jut further apart as her arms encircled me about my neck, the tip of me bumped against her. Her eyes sought mine. She made me stare back into the bottomless well-spring.

“It is not every day that someone says ‘sorry’ to me, Effy, not even close,” she breathed, husky, from her chest. Her lips were but a fraction of an inch away from mine. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I replied with just as much fervor.

She kissed me then - not forceful or hungry, but slow and long. Her tongue and mine danced about one another like Ginger Rodgers and Fred Astaire². Our hands spayed wide as we caressed the other, wanting to feel as much of the other with every single touch. Our hips weren’t moving, though our bodies crushed together. This was not a kiss of passion. This was a kiss of pure, unblemished love.

It was the first of eight I was to have over the course of my long, long lifetime.

After a few minutes, we disengaged our lips and just sat there hugging one another with a fierce sense of possession. I held her with both arms.

Katie clung to me with her arms and legs wrapped around me. She squeezed me so hard, I felt compressed on all sides, but it felt perfect.

I might be crude and rude, a pervert and vulgar at times, but when it first hit me; it was a love that has never left me. It was a light. It was a magnificent beacon of calm and heat. Katie taught me this.

It was a few minutes later when we came apart and agreed it was time to get our day started. The first order of business was a shower – our first together.

{ ¹Ferris Bueller: main character in the 1986 film, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, wherein he convinces his parents he is sick by acting like a young child. }

{ ²Ginger Rodgers and Fred Astaire: Fred Astaire (May 10, 1899- June 22, 1987) and Ginger Rogers (July 16, 1911- April 25, 1995) were iconic dance partners who stared in 10 motion pictures together from 1933–1949. }