The Misbegotten
Katie's Out of the Bag - Summer 2018

It was almost midnight.

Katie, Flavia, Johan, Jolene and I had been watchingvarious reality shows on cable.

I saw the curtain nearest my desk flutter and stoodfrom my sitting position on the bed.

Katie did the same behind me.

Ramona, Tirza, Leda and Sandy climbed into the Loft.

I was about to ask them what took so long. Then I realized they were each carrying a fewchanges of clothing and personal items. Each had small suitcases or large backpacks in their hands. Duh!I chided myself from within.

It had been part of the plan. With my parents were due to arrive home fromtheir long day in the streets, it was time for them to leave. We’d forged it before the girls had left.

We had decided, from now on, we were going to sticktogether as much as possible. If itmeant we were going to have to sneak in a bunch of kids every night, thenthat’s what it meant.

I shouldn’t have been as worked up. Even if they were running late, it shouldn’thave bothered me much, but it had. Forsome reason, I couldn’t quite explain – I was anxious.

I motioned the girls to follow me, so I could showthem where they could put their stuff. Iwalked them across the room to the dresser that held Tirza’s clothes. I pointed to the floor where we had put threelarge air mattresses (still in the boxes) and a battery operated air pump.

They shed their belongings, a few pulling off lightsweaters or sweatshirts.

I could see they had all showered and changed. Each of them was wearing their pajamas, butthen, so were we. It was late after all.

“It feels funny to be here in your room with my pj’son,” admitted Sandy through a playful leer. She didn’t appear in the least shy or uncomfortable.

I glanced over the sheer nightgown she was wearing,thinking it was some type of rayon blend. It was too thin to be cotton alone. It was light pink, the bashful sort, without sleeves. It gathered by an elastic band below her fullbreasts and stopped just below her knees. It had ruffles at the edges, but the ruffles were subtle and not gaudyor tacky. She wore only a pair of whitesandals with delicate leather straps. They looked quite feminine, not to mention nice on her long toed-feet.

“She likes it, Eff. Don’t get her wrong,” interjected Leda before I could answer, her facepiqued.

I grinned back at the smaller girl.

She wore a white cotton tank and a pair of powderblue, loose-fitting pantaloons of the same material. Both garments seemed covered with a varietyof silk-screened, multi-colored popsicles. Every one of them was in varying stage of melting. Emblazoned across her chest, in hot pink,cursive lettering was the words, “HotMess”.

It made me grin, splitting my head in two. It described Leda to perfection.

She walked passed me, her lips thinned, but pausedlong enough to hold my wrist and give me a quick squeeze. Her eyes searched out mine. Her gaze was solemn as she mouthed the words,“I’m sorry.” Then she stalked off intothe bathroom before I had time to respond.

Vintage Leda.

I peered back at Sandy, who hadn’t moved. “So are you feeling funny for real or are youjust joshin’ me?” I asked trying to be serious. The stupid grin hadn’t left my face, so it likely came across retarded.

She chuckled from down within her throat. “My friend knows me too well…” She let her tones diminish with each syllableuntil she was almost whispering. The wayshe batted her eyes was answer enough.

“You’re a trip, Sandy,” I chortled alongside her, andthen spoke when the laughter died between us. “Go and get yourself settled in, girl. We’re gonna pow-wow in a few, on my side of the Loft.”

That got her attention and her vision intensified onme. “Oh yeah, what about?”

“Something the rest of us was discussing when you guyswere gone,” was all I wanted to say for the time being. “You’ll see,” I added, trying to allay herinterest for a few minutes.

She raised her eyebrows, twirling a forefinger in alock of her translucent, auburn hair. Itlooked darker in the glow of the energy-saving lights my parents had installedall about the Loft. Still, it was abountiful and lustrous mass of thick curls.

“Sorry, Sandy, but I’m gonna cut in,” announced mygirlfriend all a sudden. She came upbeside me, wrapping her arms around my neck, insistent palms at either side ofmy head turning me. She bent me down toher and kissed me with wanton urgency upon my lips. It was a fervent kiss, hungry and deep, ourtongues pirouetting about the other, our mouths questing and tasting. Our bodies meshed together as natural aswater flowing over the rocks of a brook. It was a tight embrace, and yet fluid and moving the entire time.

This was how she kissed me when she wanted tofuck. It wasn’t the slow, thorough sort,which meant she wanted to make love. This wasn’t that. This was fireand flames, heat and friction. Shewanted me to throw her on the ground and ravage her. She wanted her legs spread wide; my cockburied deep, my pace fast and furious. She wanted to meet me, pump for pump, desiring nothing more than to ridethe edge and then fall over, and let her orgasm consume her. She wanted to shudder and squirm beneath me,wriggle and bend the length of me. Shewanted me plunging into her until I -.

“Guys Stop!” yelled Leda, yanking us apart with what hadto be all her strength.

Ramona and I came apart as if something had explodedbetween us.

“Shit, I could feel you all the way in thebathroom! You have to stop, like now!”

“W-what?” asked Ramona, outraged. To me, she'd been too caught up in the momentand had lost herself just as I had. Shestepped from me, smoothing out the mauve colored, satin camisole and matchingbottoms. She wore them beneath a thincotton sweater. She wore her hair pulledback, so her stark, blue-grey eyes flashed across the room to dig deep intoLeda.

“Your kiss was making Estefan lose control, Ramona.” Shespun on her heel and began to make her way back to the bathroom. “Now, you think I can brush my teeth in peacewithout you distracting me with your sexual thoughts?” she asked, but didn’twait for my answer. She disappearedaround the door of the washroom.

I shrugged my shoulders, glancing over at mygirlfriend. “I didn’t know I was doinganything like that,” I mumbled in exasperation.

Ramona kicked off the white flats she was wearing, airescaping her in a huff. “You’re justgetting stronger, Effy, that’s all. Besides, she’s just mad because she doesn’t want to admit how horny wemade her.” My girlfriend trailed off,clicking her tongue, falling into a thoughtful silence. By the look on her face, they were nastythoughts bouncing around in her head.

“It worked on me,” admitted Sandy, who hadn’tmoved. She had her hands clasped beforeher, strategically close to her pelvic region.

My girlfriend’s focus burst forth from within. She reached out to grab Sandy by the shoulderas quick as a cat. “Estefan will ‘work’on everybody, girl.” She peered back atme. “He gets stronger by the hour. He just doesn’t know it. It’s becoming natural to him now. He can’t tell the difference from one momentto the next.”

“Are you serious?” I asked curious, completely missingSandy’s admission that she’d been horny for me.

[An errantthought makes him pause.]

I used tomiss things like back then, especially when issues unsettled me. Not anymore, though. This is due to the fact it’s been a long,long time since I’ve faced anything unsettling… until a few months ago.

[Not forlong, he’s eager to bring this to a conclusion. He can almost feel the answerlying before him, somewhere, lost in his youth.]

Ramona nodded.

“How strong do you think I’ll get?” I wondered aloud,unknowing the volume of my voice was such the girls before me heard it.

Ramona’s answer was immediate. “You will be strong enough to attract theopposite sex.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I was Sandy’s jaw drop aslow as mine.

I thought at any moment I was going to feel thefilaments of the carpet tickling my chin.

“What!?!” said Sandy through a strangled esophagus.

“Really?!?” I asked in a tone so high-pitched, itsounded like someone had just squeezed the shit out of my nuts.

My girlfriend nodded.

Fuck me, I couldn’t help but think. Did I want some dude chasing after me with athrobbing cock poised straight at my asscrack? Could I take another man’s dick? Would I want to? I had watchedRamona and Katie kissing and it was the most erotic thing I had seen todate. Was this any different? Could I kiss a man with the same passionthose two teenage girls had done? Icouldn’t see myself doing so. But then…the more I thought about it, the more I realized I had never analyzed it fromthat particular angle. It hadn’t crossedmy mind.

“So what is this ‘pow-wow’ thing you were tellingSandy about?” asked my girlfriend, scattering my thought like flies before thefly-swatter.

“Huh?” I blurted through the side of my mouth like adrugged-up schizophrenic.

Ramona’s brow creased. She stared at me with greaterscrutiny. “You alright, Eff?” she asked,somewhere between concern and sarcasm.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I lied. I was somewhat mortified that I was thinkingabout men and their dicks.

“So?” she asked again, spreading her palms wide, toeither side of her.

I swallowed, and then let my eyes meet hers.

“Come on,Estefan, just bend over and spread your cheeks for me,” he said in a huskyvoice…

I visibly shook myself to banish that train of thought.

“Steve, stop acting like such a dillrod!” demandedRamona.

I chuckled in spite of her indignation, knowing shewould pop a gasket if she knew what I’d been thinking. “Sorry, sorry,” I repeated a few times,placating her with a squeeze on her elbow, but the laughter crept back. I found I couldn’t stop it. I was completely overwhelmed by it. I bent over at the waist and let it fly. I was powerless against it.

A few minutes later, with both girls standing above me– Sandy still smiling, Ramona scowling - I peered up at them. I said around an errant chortle, “You guysshould get settled in, so we can talk.”

My girlfriend was about to say something crude, butSandy grabbed her by the arm. “Come one,girl, let’s get these air mattresses pumped up, so we can assign who’s sleepingwhere.”

Ramona appeared on the verge of shrugging off herlong-time friend. She thought better ofit though, prying her gaze from me. “Even though, he’s a dumb ass at times, I’m sleeping with Eff. No doubt Katie will as well, so you’ll onlyhave to make two spots. The three of youcan ‘rock-paper-scissors’ for Katie’s bed.”

They were already walking away, animated conversationdying in my ears.

I stood, realizing I’d sat down during my outburst ofmerriment. I stepped toward my side of theLoft, passing the bathroom. I saw Ledaflossing, gazing into the mirror above one of the sinks.

Tirza passed me, making it a point to look away fromme. Instead, she went to help the othersfigure out the sleeping arrangements. Igot the impression the inadvertent slip of my Mutation was the reason. After what she had told me earlier that day,there could be no other reason why she would shy away from me like that.

“You’re gonna have to be a little more careful,Babydoll,” said a playful Katie, bunching her shoulders. She tried to look shy, but her expression wasanything but shy. “You had every one ofus gushing in our panties.” She giggledand then jutted her chin toward Tirza. “Even she had her knees clamped together tight.” Her voice dropped to a whisper as sheapproached me. “I could tell her clitwas tingling.”

I wasn’t grinning in the real sense, more abouthalfway when Katie walked into me and gave me a quick kiss on the mouth. For a second, it stunned me. I didn’t know what to do. Horror consumed me. She’d just let everyone know we were muchmore than close cousins. I stared at herwith eyes as round as the New Moon.

She met my alarm with calm, as if nothing out of theordinary had occurred. She was a serenefigure in a tight fitting t-shirt and matching, hip-hugging short-shorts. Of course, she was barefoot, which was sexyas hell.

I was about to say something when she stopped me witha finger on my lips.

“They all know,” she whispered and kissed meagain. I followed suit, only like amarionette. “It was something wediscussed earlier. Ramona told them itwas a residual effect of your Mutation, and they seemed to take it in stride,which was nice. They’d freak out forsure if they knew we’d been lusting after one another since we were little kids.” She rumbled with a quiet chuckle.

“Oh,” was all I could manage, letting this newfoundreality sink in for a minute or two. “But what about my brother and sister? This is gonna pissed them off!” I squawked, glancing across the Loft. I felt shamefaced. It was bleeding from my visage and onto thefloor.

Johan, Flavia and Jolene had stayed on my bed watchingcable. They hadn’t so much as spoken aword to the rest of us, though they seemed to be talking to each other overshort periods of time.

“We told Flavia and Jolene - us girls that is - andthey seemed to understand. Your craftystep-sister told me later that she had known for a long time that you and I hadthe ‘hot’s’ for each other. She lookedmad, but just shook her head when she stared my way.” Katie winked and shrugged, suggestive asalways. “She must’ve seen something thatsummer afternoon when I had your hard dick dangling in front of my face.”

“All this time, she didn’t say anything to me,” Iasserted, bewildered at this point.

“Why would she, especially if she only thought she sawsomething? It’s a pretty big accusation,you know, telling everyone that we’re cousin-fuckers.”

My eyes went wide. “Katie, you gonna have to calm down!”

Her mouth twisted to one side. “Yeah, sure, Effy, I’m all about being calm.”

“And what about Johan, what did he say? Who told him?” My brother had to be completely grossed outby the thought of me being intimate with a blood relative. I mean who wouldn’t be?

“Ramona and Flavia spoke to him, but he waved itoff. He said didn’t care what you did orwho you slept with. If we were all finewith it, then why should he interfere? He didn’t see a reason for this to upset him, particularly with all theshit going on around here.” Katie leanedin to kiss me once again, but spoke before our lips touched. “I think he’s only concerned aboutJolene. All the rest of us could falldown a cliff for all he cares.” She didkiss me then.

“When did all this happen?” I asked after a moment’sconsideration.

“When you were up here with Tirza,” she replied, heavyin my arms.

I shook in confusion. “I thought you girls were talking about… other things.”

Katie’s chuckle gurgled in her throat. “That wasn’t a long convo, Effy. Once the ground rules were set in place, therest was simple. It was over in aquarter of an hour. We spent the extratime, explaining things.” She kissed meagain before I could comment.

“Get a room you two,” said Leda as she came from thebathroom, passing us on the left as she went with the others.

Katie grinned; our lips still mashed together, thenbroke away, calling after the dark haired girl. “We just might!”

Tirza looked at us with a stricken cast to her face.

I tickled Katie to break her train of thought, notwanting her to say anything else in front of my ex-girlfriend. Tirza seemed already at her wit’s end. There was no need to push it any farther thannecessary. My cousin squealed andsquirmed beneath my fingertips as they dug into her sides.

“Stop it, Estefan!” she whined and twisted away,though she was laughing.

I waited for her to get her composure.

“Come on, Katie let’s get settled and wait for theothers to finish what they need to do,” I urged, holding out my hand to her.

She took it at once. “Ok.”

We walked to my bed and joined my siblings and Johan’sgirlfriend.

[Somethingcalls him away. More pressing issues inthe present demand his attention. Fornow, the past must wait.]