The Misbegotten
Questions Needing Answers - Summer 2018

I walked from Johan’s bedroom, feeling somewhat morelike myself for the first time in over half an hour.

Earlier, I had knocked on his door, hoping he didn’thave Jolene underneath him already. Thisthanks to the beautiful image my beautiful cousin had thrust into my mind whenI’d left the patio.

That wasn’t the case, thank god!

He opened the door to his room almost at once, thoughhe expression soured at the sight of me. He must’ve been expecting Jolene.

It began as a stilted, quagmire of a conversationafter I had closed the door behind me. Ihad sat on office chair he had before his desk. He had taken the foot of the bed, his brow creased in obviousconfusion. I stumbled about the subjectlike an idiot at first, which made him defensive and touchy. Then, it finally hit me. I should have asked him how he felt aboutJolene Munoz first and from there see where our talk would go from there.

He had smiled broad at the question. From there on, he opened up like a ripefruit, spilling out his insides without as much as a self-conscious tonethroughout.

He told me he loved her. The way she made him feel inside wassomething he had yet to feel with a girl. He was in awe of his emotions and a little scared as well.

From that point, the conversation had meandered with easefrom one aspect of their relationship to another. Before I knew it, we were talking about the topic I had come up to his room todiscuss.

He had been shy at first, embarrassed to talk this openabout such an intimate topic. Johan hadnever been one to talk about his innermost feelings to begin with, so this wasdifficult for him. It wasn’t like he wasindifferent or uncaring of the world around him. He just didn’t like divulging things thatwere a central part of him. It was justhis way.

Yet, on that day, when he had talked about Jolene someof his protective façade fell away. Andgiven the time, he had no problem expressing what he thought about him and herhaving sex.

Like all boys his age, once he had a willing female inhis arms, he wanted to have sex with her. My brother was no different. Hewanted to know what it would be like to experience the female form for thefirst time. He was immensely curious,but, unlike me, he was cautious about it at the same time. He was well aware how fast he could get inover his head once he became sexually active. If he didn’t plan things in the correct way, things between him andJolene could take a serious turn into adulthood.

I gave him his due credit, for it was a matureapproach, one I had definitely ignored when I was his age. I just wanted pussy, as much of it as I couldget.

But Johan had a different mindset than me. He was looking for a soul mate (a term thatstill makes me shudder to this day).

Me… well I had always looked for a good time. Yeah, I can be honest and level with you, Ihave nothing to hide. Back then, theonly girls I let stay around me for a significant amount of time, were the oneswho wanted cock on a regular basis. Ifshe didn’t want to get down and sweaty, I had a tendency to lose interest. Within a week, I’d move on. It wasn’t an uncommon practice of mine.

Johan, on the other hand, didn’t seem to harbor suchan obsession over sex. In fact, when Ileft his room, I was certain he would only want Jolene for as long as thingsremained unscathed between them. Hisinterest in all other females had already faded.

In the end, the talk made me feel more at ease,knowing he wasn’t as stupid and reckless as I’d been. He had agreed to be cool, to have a plan andwhen they did have sex. He would makesure she wouldn’t get pregnant.

Hey, what else could an older brother ask for,right? I sure as hell wasn’t going tocock-block him if Jolene made overtures that she wanted him between herthighs. It wasn’t in me to do such athing. A plan and a nice thick Jim-hat¹was solace enough.

I had just finished closing the door to his room, lettinggo of the doorknob. I turned into thehallway proper when a small, thin-boned hand pushed against my chest stoppingme in my tracks. I stared down insurprise as Leda’s eyes met mine.

Before I could so much as squeak, she grabbed my wristwith her other hand, brushing past me as she did so. She pulled me a few feet to my left and intothe Guestroom.

Just over a year ago and a half ago, it had been mybedroom. It was compete with its’ ownwalk-in closet and bathroom. When my step-dadhad finished building out the Loft, he had given me a choice. I could stay put. Or I could move up to what was now consideredthe third floor, where I would have more privacy and quiet. I had been more than happy to move up to theLoft. It was like having my own mini-apartmentaway from the others. And yet, I was stillunder the roof of my parents’ house, so I could enjoy the luxury of living withthem at the same time. Trust me, myparents spoiled us. It hadn’t beenmurder and mayhem that turned me rotten at the core. My mom and my step-dad had done that yearsbefore.

By moving though, my sex life had blossomed. My girlfriends loved the seclusion the Loftprovided. And because of it, they shedmany of their inhibitions in the process. This, in turn, benefited me and my cock the most. We both were as happy as could be.

Now Leda led me into my old bedroom. Then, she spun about, closing the door,leaning against the knob. Her handsstayed behind her back. Her chest seemedto heave as though she had exerted herself. Yet walking up a flight of stairs shouldn’t have fatigued her to thatdegree.

“You alright?” I asked her, my head tilting to oneside as I tried to conceptualize what was happening.

“I need to know. I need to make sure. I need to dothis without you compelling me to do so every time you look at me.” She came away from the door, her toes sinkinginto the thick carpet as she came nearer.

I felt a tinge of unease run up my spine, not surewhat she was talking about. I couldsense there was a negative connotation in her voice. “Need to know what, Leda?”

She drew closer.

I stepped back. I twisted from her at the waist, my arms coming up to shield myself fromher. I felt misgiving begin to etchitself upon my face, unease strike my heart.

My eyes found hers.

She said: “Stop!”

In an instant, I froze.

I knew I had been thinking something the momentbefore, but I couldn’t remember what it was. Even as I tried to think, my mind kept going blank. My thoughts kept sliding away from me likeslippery serpents wriggling free every time I tried grasping at them. They slithered out of my reach every time.

“Estefan, letme touch you,” she said.

I stared back at her in amazement.

She hadn’t moved her lips at all! There was no possible way she could havecommunicated via her mouth. It simplyhadn’t moved.

I tried to convey this to her, tried to speak, but Icouldn’t. I tried to move my arm towardher face to show her she had spoken without using her mouth, but my arm didn’trespond. I attempted to change myexpression, but my face stayed locked in place. I had no control… over anything.

Instead, my arms fell to my sides. I shifted, squaring to face her. I even leaned into her touch as her hand cameforth to stroke my cheek. I shivered,feeling the coolness of her fingers tips, though I made no outward movement. Rather, I felt the shiver, but for somereason couldn’t express it. It wasthere, and then gone – forever unrealized.

“Why are youso beautiful to me…?”

Again, the words she spoke she managed without movingher lips. I heard her as clear as achurch bell on Sunday. It was a clearclarion call, reverberating throughout my mind, shaking through the marrow ofmy bones. So strong, I was like a tuningfork before the onslaught.

She brushed my cheek back and forth with the pads ofher fingers one way and the tips of her nails the other. She ran her hand back behind my ear, herfingers applying pressure to the back of my skull.

I leaned into her, my scalp radiating withelectricity.

She extended on her pale feet, rising higher on hertoes.

I came down as she bent upward, her body moldingagainst mine along most of its’ length.

She stepped into me, one of her thin, pale legs comingbetween mine, her denim skirt riding up her thigh.

I felt the moist warmth of her panties brush along theupper part of my leg. I felt the tenderflesh behind them, as our lips touched.

She wrapped her other arm around my waist, pulling mecloser. Her tongue came forth and partedmy kiss.

We both canted our heads to the right, our mouthsfitting over one another formulating into a slow, lingering smooch.

“Kiss me,Estefan,” she commanded.

I responded and wrapped my arms about her. I put one between her shoulder blades, theother nestled in the small of her back. I spread my fingers so I could feel as much of her flesh aspossible. I moved my hands over bodyuntil, by some natural progression, they came to rest upon each of herhips. I grabbed either side of herpelvis and pulled her into what, by now, was a raging hard-on.

She let go of me and yanked the sides of her skirt upabove her waist with brow-lifting force. In the span of a second, she’d given me better access to the fleshconcealed behind her gossamer, cotton panties.

I could tell she’d soaked them. The front of my shorts was almost drenched bythe up and down rubbing of her vulvas along the shaft of my clothed cock. Even through the fog, my instincts bristledto life.

Leda wanted me!

I know she should’ve startled me. Who was this overeager, sex-mad version ofLeda? And yet, I wasn’t. I wasn’t thinking anything close tothat. She had told me to kiss her andthat’s all that had meaning to me. Iintended to kiss her with every ounce of intensity I could bring to bear. After all, it was what she seemed to bebegging for right?

“Kiss me,love me,” she urged again, withoutspeaking.

I heard her as clear as the digital feed through mycell phone. My hands dropped lower. I felt the thin cotton of her underwear. When I realized they were bikini briefs withonly a thin string at the sides, my dick flushed with blood. A pleasurable ache spread throughout mycrotch. I slipped my thumbs between thequarter-inch elastic, hooking them. Ieased my fingers under the sheer fabric to feel the warm globes of her ass.

I had never pegged Leda as the type of girl who hitthe gym all that often, but the firm, succulence underneath my touch beliedjust that. It was too toned, too muscledfor her to form by just walking in high heels. Her butt was almost as hard as Tirza’s and my ex- was a year-roundathlete. There was definitely more toLeda than meets the eye.

Her hands fumbled at my waist for a second or so, andthen found the bottom seam of my shirt. Shepulled back from our kiss with untold urgency and, in one swift flick, pulled myt-shirt up and over my head.

I stood there kneading her ass, grinding my cock intoher pelvis as she stared up at me. Herdark brown eyes were wide, a hesitant cast to her face I couldn’t quiteplace. The only thing running through mymind was how much I needed to love her, to kiss her.

She searched my face.

I thought she was about to ask a question, then sheglance at my chest, a thin, wicked smile creasing her lips. I hadn’t known at the time, but Leda goes“gaga” after men with hairless chests. It’sone of her triggers, just like thin-boned feet with long, high arches are oneof mine.

She peered back up at me, but only for half asecond. Her mouth opened as she took myleft nipple into her mouth. Her lipssucking in my sensitive flesh – hard, and then she bit down. Her teeth sent a sharp jolt of pain I feltclear down to base of my nutsack. Ittraversed from my sphincter through the crack of my ass and up the small of myback.

In an instant, I broke out in gooseflesh as she tookthe other into her mouth and did the same.

Through my underwear and shorts, I knew a big glob ofpre-cum was coating the head of my penis. The entire head was tingling with anticipation. I knew then, even through the fog of my mind,that once I entered Leda I wouldn’t last long. I would cum quick and hard after only a few pumps. She had me going crazy.

She brought her hands down to the small of my back, tracingthe waistband of my shorts with the tips of her fingernails.

I pulled my fingers from her butt and flaredthem. Only my thumbs, still hooked aboutthe narrow band of elastic at either side, were touching her. Gradually, I moved them down, taking herpanties with them. The friction increasedas her underwear strained to get over the curve of her ass.

She arched her back and stepped within my legs,bringing her legs together, no longer straddling my thigh.

I eased her panties over the roundness of her butt andlet go. She stared into my eyes as shewriggled her hips from side to side, so her underwear fell about her anklesafter a few shakes. With what seemedlike a well-practiced flip of one of her feet, she tossed the undergarmentaside.

Her hands came to the front of my shorts. The knuckles on both hands abutted my lowerabdomen, at either side of my belly button. She pulled the waistband toward her and yanked down firm. It took naught more than a flap of a bat’swing and my cock sprang forth, glistening with semen.

“It’s big,” she said aloud for the first time duringthis entire episode. Up to now, she’ddone so without the use of her vocal cords.

I glanced down. There was a vague recollection that my dick didn’t look as it had a fewdays prior. It had grown as my Mutationhad grown. It was about the same width,but it was longer now. It was so long,for a moment, I tilted my head with curiosity, wondering if I should think onthe subject or not.

She grabbed it.

All my thoughts scattered, like so many birds beforethe rising sun.

She squeezed to test its’ rigidity, a gutturalvibration sounding in her throat. “Youare impossible, Estefan Ernando,” she said, gazing back up at me with whatlooked like tears in her eyes.

I found myself unable to focus. My mind kept bouncing back and forth. I had to love her, I had to kiss her.

“I’m not even sure I want to resist anymore…,” sheadded as a wracking shudder ripped through her. She released a ragged exhalation as if a gigantic, mysterious windissued forth, cleansing her. “I’m goingto mess up on him… with you.” Hershoulders stiffened with resolve.

“I wantthis,” she said in my mind.

It made me smile for some reason.

Then someone knocked on the door to the bedroom. They were four firm, insistent knocks,followed by a stern, almost scolding of words.

“Leda, you are not being fair to him! Release him right now! You better let us in or I will break this goddamned door down!”

It was Ramona and she was angrier than ever!

*****

Two things happened simultaneously.

Leda shot away from me as if a bolt of lightning hadstruck her square in the ass.

And in a flash, I could think again.

It all came crashing back into me like one massivetidal surge of thought and emotion and reasoning and comprehension. It was smorgasbord of me – my intentions, mydesires, even my recollections – everything, all at once. It flooded back into me so fast, without anyrecourse or explanation; I was helpless against it. I could only stand there with my hard cockpointing out like some veined, ridiculous flagpole.

Beside me, Leda wrenched down her denim skirt,covering her privates, beginning a frantic search for her panties.

Then, she stopped and stared wide-eyed at me.

I was immobile with a man-sized hard-on ready to fire likea surface-to-air missile.

“Sonofabitch!” she gurgled through a constrainedthroat, making her way to me. Withvicious tugs at my shorts and boxers, she wrenched them over my manbusiness. She peered into my eyes, wild,like a cornered animal. “I’m sorry, Eff,but I had to know. I had to know whatyou were like without you beguiling me every second I’m around you. I had to know, ok? I’m sorry!” She spoke with such impetuosity, it was borderline violent.

I couldn’t begin to comprehend what she was saying asthe rest of me refilled the vessel I knew as Estefan Ernando. I think I mumbled something like, “It’s okay…I think.”

“Leda, open the door,” demanded my girlfriend. She rattled the doorknob again and again fromthe opposite side of the portal.

Leda didn’t break eye contact with me. “I hadto know before I made my decision. Youunderstand, right? I had to know!”

I could only shrug my shoulders and shake my head.

“But now, I know. Now, I know.”

With that, she twisted at the waist, spotted herpanties and scooped them up quick. Shefolded them a couple of times, so they would fit into her palm, unseen. She made her way to the door and unlocked it.

She had only taken a half-step back when Ramona bustthrough the doorway. Her eyes filledwith steel, her brow stormy and rippling with loathing.

Leda jumped out of the way of the door as it flew wideand banged against the wall, hard enough to gouge a rent through the paint anddrywall.

“Fucking shit, Leda, what the hell were you thinking?!?” she raged. She came up upon the girl, her finger like aLightsaber² about to pierce Leda’s chest.

Any other girl would’ve shrunk before Ramona’srighteous rage, intimidated by her size and penetrating stare. Maybe Katie even, but not Leda. She had known my girlfriend for years, sincethey were little girl’s. She had seenRamona’s displeasure more times than she cared to remember, directed at othersand at her. It didn’t matter whether shehad done something wrong or morally uncouth. It didn’t faze Leda. Not in theleast. She stood her ground, once she’dmade it clear of the swinging door. Brazen, she looked back at my girlfriend. Her chin was stiff, defiant. She wiped at a stray lock of hair that hadfallen between her eyes, her brows knitting. “I did what I had to do, nothing more and nothing less.”

Ramona’s scowl hardened with outrage. “Are you telling me it was essential for youto cut him off from himself?” This timeher finger did touch the other girl square between her boobs. Not hard, but there was definitely a veiledthreat behind the subtle movement.

“I had to know,” was all Leda said.

“Know what?” asked my cousin.

That was when I realized it wasn’t just my girlfriendin the room with us.

All the girls were present - Katie, Sandy, even Tirza!

I was on verge of becoming embarrassed, not quitecertain why I should’ve been. I kepthaving this nagging urge I’d been close to having sex with someone. I kept wondering if I should let myself feeluncomfortable after all. I mean, I wasstanding there with the remnants of a woody before the likes of five teenagefemales for crying out loud!

“I… I -,” began Leda before she stopped. She swallowed, then clenched her fists ateither side, shaking with frustration. “His Mutation makes him so fucking irresistible, I had to know if I feltsomething for him or if he was compelling me to feel that way.” She paused, then: “I HAD TO KNOW, GODDAMMIT!” As she screamed she turned awayfrom the rest of us. Her fists balled ateither side, she tapped one anxious foot.

“And you figured if you completely isolated him fromhimself, you’d replace some sort of answer to this question?!?” It was Ramona again, looming over Leda like asentinel.

I was sure if they hadn’t been friends for so long, mygirlfriend would’ve hit the other teen with her fists. She looked crazy-mad.

Leda half turned to look up at her, returning Ramona’saccusatory glare. “How the fuck else wasI going to replace out.”

“By mentally raping my cousin?” demanded Katiestalking up to Leda, shoulder-to-shoulder with Ramona. “That seemed like the right thing for you todo? Areyou fucking kidding me?”

“Wait, what?!?” Sandy screeched from the doorway,stepping through the threshold of the bedroom.

Tirza trailed behind her, though she walked like shewas stepping over hot coals.

Mentallyraping? The question had just across my mind as Ifinally regained my faculties to extent I remembered how to use them. I felt my mind sharpen along the edge ofthose words, hidden anger emerging. Wasit true? Had she used her Mutation togain control of my mind? Had she forcedme into wanting her?

Yet, it didn’t quite ring true, even as I thoughtabout it. I tried to make myself mad ather over the issue. But, that’s not whathad happened. Something else, she haddone something else.

“I didn’t…” Leda’s defiance crumbled, her orbs widening. She had just realized the extent of thedamage she could’ve caused. She gave mea haunted stare, her mouth working, but the words didn’t match the movement ofher lips. “I didn’t… Eff, that’s notwhat I -. Oh my god, please don’t think-.” A hand wiped at her forehead. “Estefan, I’m so sorry!” There was nothing, but anguish in her face.

I was about to answer, but Ramona interrupted me.

“Estefan why don’t you go help Tirza get settled,” shesaid through clenched teeth, her eyes slid to me, cutting metal. “Your sister found a bunch of clothes thatfit her and she needs a place to put them. If we don’t replace something your parents are going complain about themessiness of the Loft. Okay?” Her expression softened. “Go and help Tirza. We girls need to lay some ground ruleshere. It won’t be good for you to bearound. You understand, right?”

I gave a slow nod. “Don’t hurt her, Mona,” was all I felt needed saying. I spun on my heel and walked out of the room,motioning for Tirza to follow me.

She did so without question. Her eyes were about as wide as Leda’s hadbeen a moment before.

{ ¹“Jim-hat”: late 20th century slang,referencing a contraceptive device, called a condom; a thin sheath of Latex,Polyurethane or Polyisoprene worn over the penis during intercourse. }

{ ²Lightsaber: a fictional weapon made popular in the Star Warsuniverse;also, a "lasersword," consisting of a polished metalhilt, projecting a brightly lit blade about 4 feet or 1.33 meters long. It is the signature weapon of a Jedi Knightor a Sith Lord. }