The Misbegotten
Sickness - Summer 2018

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

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

Katie slept with most of her body on mine, draped onme 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 veryexposed much like I was.

The bravado I had felt the night before vanished. I searched the Loft in a frantic tizzy forany 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 thenightstand opposite the one where I charged my cell phone. I recall relief at seeing the display reading5:54 am. Exhaling with one long release,I ran my fingers through Katie’s matted, tangled hair. I know only my father would be up thisearly. He would be in his usual rush toget out of the house by 6:15. Hewouldn’t have the time to come up to the third floor and snoop around.

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

“Katie?” I whispered at the top of her head, thinkingit 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 thingin the morning. “Kat, my love, it’s timethat we got up.” I tried for a secondtime 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 gaveit a nice fat pinch. My hand squeezedthe 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 havebeen real bad. Kat, do you hearme?” I fell silent when I felt herstiffen atop me. I was certain she wasabout to stretch, so I stayed still as wakefulness began to seep into her.

Instead, she arched her back, pushing her ass into mypalm and let out a long groan. With ahand on my chest, she pushed up, her head a foot away now, her eyes replaceingmine 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 ifshe was batting them at me.

My fingers played random notes on the firm meat of herbutt.

She rested on one elbow, wiping at her eyes, clearingthe 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 herlips. “How do think, goof-ball, tiredand sore. I think a little bruised.”

My eyebrows rose. Bruised?

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

I nodded through slitted eyes, the sun was becomingbright.

A throaty chuckle, then, “You gave it to me last night,Eff. I don’t think I’ve had sex likethat before, so much intensity over such a long period of time. You were magnificent, even better than Iimagined –.” She stopped and gave me animpetuous peck on the lips. She pulledback, 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 afire in my chest and made my cock come to life.

Only when the blood began to fill it, a series ofsharp 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 Iguess,” I explained.

She laughed.

I went on. “Itwasn’t just me screwing last night, it was you to. And, because you were so damned good, I thinkI 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 thisplace a bit?”

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

It felt so good, I felt the innards in my lower abdomenbegin 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 wecan,” 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. Iwanted 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 lineand 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. Itwould 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 thatmorning, we just didn’t care.

And yet… we still had to be smart. The real hope was not to get “burned” in anyway, shape or form. It would have to bea 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,” shesaid 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, whereshe had yet to sleep, but where my mother stored her clothes. They filled the spare dresser that had been theresince the day I moved up to the Loft.

I stared after her, watching the flex and bounce ofher naked ass. I was enjoying myselfuntil my groin spasmed on me again. Ihad to remind myself, for the time being, I would have to keep my mind onthings less arousing. Otherwise, I’d riska sprained dick or something like that.

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

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

What the fuck, I thought, wasthere 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 marijuanafor the most part was out of my system. Fucking Katie with such gusto had burned most of the high from me by thetime I had fallen asleep.

I leaned back against the desk, taking a few deepbreaths 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 looseningit, controlling my heart rate and slowing my pulse. The pain passed, but there was still a dullache behind my eyes, but it was manageable.

What the hellwas that?

I came away from the desk and went about cleaning upthe 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 tocrack and curl under the anvil of the sun.

There was something else, something that I couldn’tquite identify, but knew it was there. Iheard the toilet flush and, a second later, the shower turned on. I remember thinking was a good thing - goodthat Katie was washing. Let the driedvestiges of our bodies fall down into the drain, into the pipes…

It hit me then, overwhelming nausea, so strong, Idoubled over with it. My face flushed asmy 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 violentconvulse, uncontrollable. If hadn’tbrought my hand up to my mouth, I would’ve vomited all over the carpet. I strode toward the bathroom, stumbling everyother step, bowling into anything that wouldn’t get out of my way. Outraged, I had a huge glob of puke in mymouth. It was already seeping through mylips and into my hand. I hit thebathroom door without bothering to turn the knob. Somehow I found the clarity of mind to thankgod that Katie hadn’t closed it in proper fashion. It flung wide before my shoulder and hit thewall with a resounding crash.

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

I ignored her and bowled my way right to thetoilet. If had been one step furtheraway, 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, Iarrested my momentum.

Then another convulsion wracked me. I regurgitated with such force, it felt as ifmy 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, butcouldn’t.

“Oh fuck, what is happening?” I moaned, feeling theroom spin. The horrible, half-digestedstench from the contents of my stomach made me retch again. My throat screamed in agony as even morefilth 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 slightestmovement. 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 overand over. Her voice cracked now andagain 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 stomachand was dry-heaving. On occasion, onlyyellowish 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 adamp towel.

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

Katie, I cansee your pussy…

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

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

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

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

I, with her help, stepped with unsteady feet towardthe sink.

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

“Sounds like a plan,” I consented and did exactly asshe had suggested. I stumbled my wayback to my bed when I had finished and lay down with a heavy thump. I could hear her moving around in thebathroom.

A few minutes later, she came out with the towel stillencircling her body and a market bag full of toilet paper. She had knotted it shut, holding her nose asshe walked toward the door. She openedthe door and placed it on the top stair. Then, she spun on the balls of her feet, letting the door close behindher. She strode to where I had droppedthe top she had worn “to bed”. She putit on fast, buttoning it up the front. She trotted back to the other side of the room and retrieved thematching bottoms. She had discarded themwhen she’d been smoking out, when she let the cool breeze waft up hervagina. She'd been waiting for me toawake up so she could jump my bones.

That made me think of the joint she hadn’tfinished. I lifted my head to my owndetriment. Pain shot through my templeslike a dull knife slicing through bread, rending, tearing rather than cutting.

“Fuck!” I growled, frustrated over this mysteriousailment 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 monkeysex 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 aswanting to get up,” I explained. I putmy 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 nomatter 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 jointfrom last night? I don’t want it leftout in the open.” I wanted to make surewe’d tied up all the loose ends of the past few hours.

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

That was goodenough for now.

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

She stared at me up and down, her face turningthoughtful. “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 wasblowing chunks like Mount St. Helens. Itcame so fast. I didn’t even time towonder what was going on. It hit mequick and so hard. Shit, I’m lucky Ieven made to the toilet in time, one more step and we’d’ve had to decommissionthe bathroom, like forever.” I spokeslowly, 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 toleave. Then we’ll get you all nice andclean. Until that time, I think youshould 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 eyebefore the other.

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

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

“That would be divine of you…”

She crawled toward the head of the bed and sat withone leg underneath her butt. The other sheput to the side, so she could reach my head with ease. A few moments later, she was caressing mytemples; her cool fingers light on my head were as gentle as a summerbreeze. 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 giantcruise ship, steaming across the north Atlantic at flank speed either. I can be anywhere and feel special, feelunique, feel loved unlike any man has had the honor of feeling love before.

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