Copyright (c) 2014, Hardguy. ALL Rights Reserved
Date of first publication:
Monday, May 26, 2014
Author: Hardguy
Title: Secrets
Summary: Sam discovers a classmate has a secret that will change him
and his family forever.
Keywords: g/b/M/M, ped, cons, rom, prost, vio, abuse, oral, mast
The following story is a work of fiction, meant to entertain the
reader. It may contain offensive language of a graphic sexual and/or
violent nature and details many activities which are highly illegal
in much of the modern world. I do not condone or encourage any
activity that may be harmful to the wellbeing of a minor, no matter
the circumstances. Please realize that there is a line between being
a pedophile and being a child molester. Any time that line is
crossed, an innocent life is destroyed and a monster is created.
Please do your part to ensure that all children are kept safe from
those who cannot see that line.
Thank you.
Secrets
Written by Hardguy
Sam gasped as the sticky pearly fluid shot out of his 12-year
old cock. His eyes scanned over the pictures of the naked women in
the dirty magazines he'd found in the woods 3 months ago, and stashed
in his treehouse for just this activity. He'd been telling his
parents that he was going to a friend's house, but instead he'd just
go up to the little treehouse he'd had since he was 8, and would
masturbate as he looked at these magazines. He was usually able to
cum twice before he couldn't take the stimulation any longer, and
then he'd either go searching in the woods where he'd found these
first magazines for more of them, or he'd actually drop by his
friend's house.
Red cheeked in the crisp October air, he stroked until no more
dribbles came out onto the large brown maple leaves he'd placed down
on the floor to collect his jizz for easy clean up. The whine of old
brakes and the sound of a car engine got his attention. His
treehouse overlooked the driveway, and he thought his mom and his
sisters would be gone longer than that. He waddled over to the
window with his pants and underwear still down and peeked out of it
to see what was going on. Instead of seeing his mother's car, it was
a different car in the driveway, an older one, beat up looking, and
not one he was familiar with. The front doors opened, and out got a
man he did not know and a passenger that he did.
Her name was Trina. She was his age and they were in the same
math/English block class at school. He thought she was kind of
pretty, and he always felt a bit bashful when she'd smile in his
direction the same way she smiled at everybody. This time however,
she was not smiling. If he had to put a name to her current
expression, it would have been 'all business.' Most importantly
though, Sam could not fathom why she was at his house. They'd barely
spoken at all at school and there was no way she had come to see him
out of the blue like this.
Trina and the man moved out of sight up the front walk to the
door of Sam's house, and he heard faintly from inside the sound of
the doorbell ringing. He heard the door open, an unintelligible
conversation, the sound of the door closing, and then the man
appeared again, alone, returning to the car. He got in, started the
engine, and drove away. Sam felt his heart pounding in his chest
with regard to the strange scene he'd just witnessed. Trina had just
been left here, at his house, and was presumably inside with Sam's
father.
Sam was of two minds now. He wanted to go inside and see what
was going on with Trina in there, but on the other hand he didn't
want to show up well before his father expected him home. Besides,
Sam got the feeling that he just saw something he wasn't supposed to
see at all. It didn't take long for his curiosity to win out, and
after using the tissues he brought to wipe the tip of his dick clean,
he pulled up his pants and headed down the rope ladder.
Now he was really faced with a problem. He had left through
the front door, so naturally he was expected to return that same way,
but that was bound to give him away and if possible he wanted to
sneak a look at what was going on before deciding that it might be
safe to 'come home.' He decided that probably the best way to sneak
in might be from the back of the house, so back there he went.
Both stories of the house were exposed in the back, so 4
windows and a sliding glass door were his options. The sliding glass
door was likely locked, and when he tried it he found that it indeed
was. He looked to the windows then. His older sister's bedroom was
in the basement, so he tried that one first. Shockingly, not only
did he find a potted plant under the window that helped him to reach
the window, but it was also unlocked and slid easily open. Once he
hoisted himself up into the open window, he found there was a
similarly placed tiny bookshelf just under the window that let him
easily enter the room without making much noise. He wondered briefly
if his big sister snuck out of the house on a regular basis through
this window, but that was something to think about for a later time.
He got down to the floor easily and left his sister's room.
Knowing that his father was probably not in the basement, rarely
going down there except if he needed to find his eldest daughter or
if there were issues with the home's utilities, Sam moved quietly up
the carpeted steps to the upper floor. Here he could hear noises,
his father's voice speaking and a quieter voice as well. Was that
Trina? They were coming from the hallway...too close to be in one of
the bedrooms from the end of the hall, but nearer, in his father's
study most likely. He crept forward, pausing when his sneaker made a
mild thud upon the hardwood floor of the hallway where the carpeted
floor of the living room ended. His father's voice also halted, and
Sam realized he had been heard.
He spun quickly and moved as fast as he could back to the
stairs. The antique doorknob of his father's study made it's
rattling noise that he had become familiar with since his bedroom was
across the hall, and Sam hustled down the stairs and hid around the
corner, out of sight. The creak of the floorboards told him that
there was somebody near the top of the stairs...then a pause for what
felt like days, then a creaking again, followed by the rattle of the
doorknob and Sam felt safe to breathe again. He listened at the
bottom of the stairs for a few moments, straining to hear his
father's muffled voice as his courage refilled.
Removing his shoes this time, he crept back up the stairs, and
was about to head straight for the hall like before, but the
floorboards creaked in the back of his mind. Instead, he circled
around, through the living room, into the kitchen, to the front door
of the house and through the connecting hall there to go to the
bedrooms and the study, bypassing the squeaky floorboards entirely.
His father was no longer speaking, but Sam could hear other noises,
breathy noises, from the inside of the study. He sank slowly to his
knees in front of the doorknob, and peered through the keyhole. It
was a very narrow field of view, but that didn't make what Sam saw
any less shocking.
Sam's father was a city councilman, and often had people over
to talk in his home office. Immediately inside the door was a
sitting area with some couches, and armchair, and a small coffee
table. The view through the keyhole afforded Sam only a look at the
right end of the coffee table and a portion of a couch, but that was
all he needed. Trina was nude, on her hands and knees on the coffee
table, rocking forward with jolts coming from behind her. Sam could
not see far enough to the side to see what exactly was happening from
that position to was causing her to move like that, but his
imagination was doing the work of filling in the rest. It was his
father, it had to be, and he was having sex with Trina! Sam tried to
look that way, tried to get a look at it, but the most he could see
was the fingers of one of his father's hands where it was holding
onto Trina's side. When Sam tried to look in the other direction, he
couldn't see Trina's face at all, but her little budding breasts
would wink into view briefly when her body would move along with the
thrusting motion imposed upon it.
Trina was making no sounds of her own, but each thrust carried
with it the sound of skin slapping against skin and a muffled
squelching noise. Sam's father was breathing rapidly, and to Sam's
ears was getting louder as the rhythm of the noises and of the motion
of Trina's body was increasing in pace. Sam had never seen a porno
video or witnessed anybody having sex before, but he was well
acquainted with what it felt like to shoot his load, so it wasn't
difficult for him to recognize what the hurried pace was leading up
to. A high pitched quiet squeal came from the direction of Trina's
head and as she began to make that noise louder and with more
regularity, Sam's father started to grunt loudly. Trina cried out
loudly and Sam watched as her naked body shuddered from the forceful
slamming impacts of his father's hips from behind.
Aside from heavy breathing, the motions and sounds stopped.
Sam heard his father tell Trina to "not drip on the floor" and he saw
Trina reach her hand back between her thighs as her body shifted as
though it were free of some weight or restraint from behind. She
slowly began to straighten up, her movement hampered by her use of
only one arm and she kind of slid backwards upon the table and out of
Sam's field of view through the keyhole. "Use your mouth, clean it
good," Sam heard his father say, before adding, "and work the rest of
it out of your cunt and lick your hand clean. That's right...that's
a good girl. You really are a horny little thing, aren't you? You
even wore those special panties for me." The room was silent then,
save for some gentle slurping sounds.
Sam realized it was over now, and he should move or else he'd
get caught. He headed back for the stairs using the same roundabout
route he'd taken before, and was not 3 steps down them when he heard
the door of his father's office open. Sam paused to listen. "Get
dressed and let yourself out the back door in the basement," said his
father's voice, then foot steps and the sound of the squeaky bathroom
door's hinges closing. Sam heard water surge through the pipes in
the house and guessed his father was taking a shower. He hurried to
the bottom of the steps and went around the corner to the hallway
that led to his sister's bedroom.
He was just entering Eve's room when he heard light footfalls
on the floor above him and the creak of the floorboard by the top of
the stairs. Curiosity got the better of him, and instead of going
out his sister's window, he slowly crept back towards the bottom of
the stairs. He felt pretty safe doing so, since the back door was
plainly visible from the staircase, and Trina would probably go right
to it rather than turning the corner where he would be. Playing it
safe though, he stayed only halfway down the hall as he listened to
her descending footfall. Sure enough, once he heard her only a few
feet away her foot steps continued away from him and he heard her
unlock the sliding glass door before sliding it open. He had moved
closer as she moved farther, and he peeked around the corner just as
she was sliding the door back into place. Her expression was blank,
not upset like he thought she might have been after what just
happened. She looked around and went off in the direction of Sam's
treehouse to go up the bank on that side of the house.
Sam went out his sister's window and hurried back to his
treehouse. He could see Trina walking down the street, looking to
all the world like just a normal little girl, not so much as a hint
that she'd just been naked on the coffee table of a city councilman
having sex. Sam stayed in his treehouse the rest of the afternoon
just like he had planned to do anyways, only now instead of
masturbating to his magazines, he replayed it all over in his mind
and imagined that it was his cum instead that had dripped into
Trina's cupped hand.
School the next day was a bit of an awkward affair, for Sam
anyways. Nobody else seemed different in the slightest, and why
would they? A lot of things had changed in Sam's eyes though.
Fourth and Fifth Period was after lunch, and Sam could barely wait
for it. He'd been especially alert when in the halls, looking for
where he might see Trina, but their paths never crossed. He got to
class as soon as possible and sat anxiously in his seat, trying to
look as normal as he could, but if anybody was paying attention they
would have seen him watching the door like a hawk. He only had to
wait a few minutes before in she walked, her pleasant smile on her
comely face like always...only Sam had seen her face with a different
expression on it the day before. She went to her seat on the
opposite side of the room and sat.
It was hard for him not to look at her for the next 90 minutes
that they shared in that classroom together. Under that striped top
lay the small breasts that he'd watched shake as his father had
thrust inside her over and over. Within those jeans were the hips
and thighs he'd seen his father's fingers upon to hold her in place
while he... More than once Sam's mind had wandered down that track
of thought, and more than once he felt his dick throbbing with an
ache that he wanted to soothe with his hand, but naturally could not
in the middle of class. Not once did Trina look his way or give him
any kind of acknowledgement that anything out of the ordinary had
happened that weekend.
Class ended same as it had began, with Sam's eyes following
her out the door, with nary a hint that anything outside of normal
had ever occurred. So too did it the next day, and the day after
that, and all the other days of that week. Trina was just a normal
7th grade girl to all appearances. A nice smiling face, a quiet
voice, dressed neatly and cleanly. Sam was even starting to doubt
that he'd actually seen it happen at all.
He all but pushed it out of his mind by Friday. There were
other things for his mind to be occupied with, and now that it was
Friday, he could indulge in one of them. His middle school sat next
to an elementary school, and every Friday they would host collectable
card games in the cafeteria there. Sam had been collecting and
playing for a long time and was a familiar face there, with a pretty
good record. When he was there, his mind focused on the game, not
even Trina's secret mattered to him. He lost all 3 games he played
that day.
Home was to the southwest of the two schools, so Sam had no
need to head in the opposite direction and go through the playground
of the elementary school that day, but he did. This had just been
the cherry on the week's cake of frustration. This business with
Trina had just occupied him non-stop, even harming his grades on
worksheets done in class because he was so distracted from looking at
and thinking about her, and now he was even being affected in his
hobbies. He didn't need to walk across the playground like that, but
he did anyways, and now he would have to walk back across it in order
to go home. What an incredible coincidence it was then that when he
looked up Trina was walking towards him.
She saw him. There was no way she hadn't. Even though they
were almost 200 feet away from each other at the closest, Sam felt
her eyes meet with his seconds before she stopped at a classroom door
and knocked. It opened, and without hesitation she went inside. Sam
had gone to this elementary school from 1st to 5th grade, and he knew
that Trina had not. He could understand if she had been a student
here and was visiting a teacher, but he knew that this could not be
the case now. Having already seen her make an unannounced visit when
nobody should have been around, Sam felt compelled to check this out
as well.
The school was laid out with a main central building housing
the main office, gym, cafeteria, and library. The classrooms were
lined up in rows contained in detached buildings connected to the
main building and each other by covered sidewalks. The classroom
door, which opened onto a large cement porch that lay aside the
playground, had a small window in it, but when he looked in, Sam
could not see anything strange. The room was dark and the desks all
had overturned chairs on top of them. It looked like any other empty
classroom after all the kids had gone home. There was nothing to
see. He ran down the porch to get around to the other side of the
classroom wing where the windows for each classroom were located. He
found the windows for the one he was interested in, but of course,
the blinds had been drawn. Whatever was going on within, Sam
couldn't see it.
Sam started to walk away, defeated once again, when he noticed
a light coming from inside the adjacent darkened classroom. It
wasn't that he had gotten the wrong window, he had counted correctly,
but the light was coming from the door of the shared supply closet
that connected the two classrooms. He still could not see who was in
there or what was happening, but he could do the next best thing.
The classroom windows consisted of tall panes of glass that stretched
from the ceiling down to about 3 feet off the ground. Below that was
a 2nd pane of glass that could be opened just enough to allow fresh
air inside, and in this case, it had been left open. Sam got up
close to it and could hear noises. Familiar noises. The ragged
breathing came in regular intervals and Sam could hear a man's voice,
but could not make out the words.
Though he wanted to keep listening, Sam knew he couldn't
linger there too long. The windows faced out towards the school
parking lot, and it was only a matter of time before he was seen by
somebody crouching there suspiciously. He didn't have to worry too
much as loud groans and a sudden high pitched squeal made their way
to his ears. He heard a man's voice clearly say "shit" followed by
more words that he couldn't fully hear. They were answered by a
softer feminine voice, then the sound of table legs screeching a
short distance across the floor, and finally the light in the small
storage room went out. Sam got up from his place beside the window
and ran around back to the other side of the classroom wing. Had he
been running any faster, he would have knocked Trina down once he had
turned the corner and met her head on.
Her eyes grew big in surprise for a moment, then she put on
her smiling mask. Everything about her seemed to change in that
instant. Her posture, her face, her hands clasped together in front
of her when they had been limp at her sides. There were a few
elements she couldn't control, however. A few hairs stuck to her
lightly sweaty brow, her cheeks were rosy as though she'd just been
running in gym class and her eyes seemed to dart nervously just a
bit. "Hello Sam," she said as calmly and softly as she always
sounded. Sam was actually stunned that she knew his name. They'd
never spoken before or worked on anything in class together. He
really only knew her name because she was attractive and his own age.
"H-hi Trina, w-what are you doing here?" Had he heard himself
speaking, Sam would have known that he sounded as though he already
knew the answer to that question.
"Visiting an old teacher of mine," she lied. She was no doubt
hoping that Sam had come from one of the other five elementary
schools in the area that fed students into their middle school.
"Really?" Sam asked, rightfully skeptical. "I went here two
years ago and I don't remember seeing you."
"Yes, really. That's his room right there," she said
brusquely before continuing. "If you'll excuse me, I really need to-"
"That's a kindergarten classroom," Sam interrupted her. "You
couldn't have been in that class two years ago."
"I-I know," she said, her mask of smiling calm wearing thin
with annoyance. "He was teaching 5th grade back then, and-"
"No. There were no male 5th grade teachers here that year.
You're lying," Sam leveled at her accusingly, his body starting to
shake with adrenaline.
"P-please, Sam, the bathroom, I just need to..." he had
stopped her right in front of the girl's bathroom, and she took a
step towards it, but Sam moved to block her.
"No, not until you tell me what you're really doing here," he
told her. He glanced down at her hands and saw that she wasn't just
holding them in front of her because that's how she usually held
them, but because there was a darkening wet spot on her pants along
her inner thigh that she was attempting to hide. "You were h-having
s-s-sex weren't you?" Sam felt his face flush hot and his pulse
pounded in his ears. It was embarrassing and arousing for him to say
that out loud to Trina. Her smile faltered for a moment and her eyes
avoided him.
"Th-that's gross," she stammered. "Y-you're disgusting." Her
voice declined to a whisper at the end of the last word, and she
moved a hand to wipe at her eye.
"I saw you," Sam said. "Not now, now I only heard you, but
last weekend, at my house. You came to my house and you went with my
dad into his office, a-and you were naked on the little table and he
was behind you and he-"
"SHUT UP!" Trina shouted at him suddenly. Tears rushed down
her cheeks as she came at him and pushed him out of the way of the
bathroom door and grabbed the handle and pulled with all her
strength, but the door was locked and she could do nothing but turn
and run away. She rushed out to the playground and the open grass
field of the little league diamond that lay beside it and Sam ran
after her. He knew this playground better than she did, and knew
that she would not find an exit in the perimeter fence that
surrounded the playground here. The only way out was to go back to
the school and out through the parking lot. He caught up to her
easily, grabbing her by the wrist, which she responded to by flailing
her other arm at his face. Her fingernail caught just under his left
eye drawing blood.
"Ow!" he yelled and let go of her to grab at the fresh wound.
She ran a few more feet away, and then stopped to look at him holding
his face.
"I'm sorry!" she told him, sniffling and wiping at her eyes,
panting from the sudden run. "You grabbed me, and I thought you
were..." Her words trailed off and she hugged her arms to her sides.
"You're right. I was just now, with that teacher, letting him...he
was nice at least...not like your dad." Sam looked at her, pain
searing from the gash her fingernail had torn. He took a few steps
closer to her, and she took a few back away from him.
"Why?" he asked, and he saw that her arms tightened across her
chest.
"B-because...I-I'm a little whore, just like they all tell me.
A whore with a tight pussy and a nice face to look at when I suck
them off." She paused. "Are there any bathrooms open here? I need
to use one."
"No. They lock them all on the playground after school," Sam
told her, having discovered that particular fact one day when he was
in 1st grade and desperate. "You could go over there, behind the
baseball bleachers." He pointed at the aluminum bleachers behind the
chain-link backstop. Trina turned her head to look at it, likely
assessing it's ability to provide her with some privacy.
"Ok. I'll be right back," she said and ran over there. Sam
didn't move as she went over there. He looked at his hand that he
had been holding on his face, saw it was covered in blood, and
wondered if he would need stitches. He looked up again in time to
see Trina push her pants and panties down to her knees and put her
hand between her legs. Her back was to him, and the bleachers
obscured most of her body, but he could hear his dad's voice in the
back of his head telling Trina to "not drip" and to "lick her hand
clean" as she shook her hand to fling something off of it. She did
this several times before squatting down for a few seconds. Sam felt
some shame for watching, and looked away until he saw her rise from
the corner of his eye and pull her pants up.
Trina returned to him, just as she said she would. There was
clear embarrassment on her face as she walked right up to him. "Move
your hand, let me see," she said, referring to his injury. Sam
lowered his hand, and watched her with one eye as she squinted at the
cut. "I'll walk you up to the building so you can get some care,"
she finally said, "but I can't wait around. I'm already late to meet
my dad." They walked in silence towards the school building until
Sam felt the need to apologize.
"I'm sorry for everything. I shouldn't have called you a liar
or stuck my nose in your business."
"It's ok. I am a whore and a liar," she replied. Sam didn't
know how to respond to that.
"I-I didn't watch you, just now, I mean. I mean, did for the
first part, but I looked away when you squatted down...s-sorry."
"Thanks, I guess," she said awkwardly, looking away from Sam
completely. "You could have watched if you wanted to, others have."
Again Sam had no idea what to say to that.
"Wh-what were you doing when you were standing up?" Sam asked,
feeling brave enough to ask an obviously intimate question. Trina
didn't even look at him, but answered.
"He was supposed to pull out because today isn't safe, so I
wanted to get it out before it caught." It was a few moments before
that fully sunk in to Sam. He'd had sex ed classes since that day in
4th grade when they split the girls and boys up and gave them the
puberty talk, but all of that had always seemed so far off in the
future. He looked at Trina, his eyes lingering on her stomach. This
girl, his own age, was not only having sex with men, but she was able
to get pregnant too.
"O-oh..." Again he was at a loss for any sort of reply or
comment. He was rapidly feeling more and more uneasy about
everything that he was learning about her, and little by little the
protective shell of his childish view of the world was being removed
and showing him just how innocent he really was.
They reached the door to the main building, and Sam reached
for the handle to pull it open. He felt a tug at his sleeve and
turned to look at Trina who planted a kiss on his blood smeared
cheek. He stared at her completely stunned. "Wh-why did you..."
"My mom would always kiss my scrapes. She said it made them
heal quicker. It's my fault you got hurt in the first place, so..."
She took a few steps back and her smile found its way back to her
face again. "I gotta go meet my dad now. I'll see you at school on
Monday," and she turned and walked to the parking lot and away from
Sam and the school. Sam ended up getting 2 stitches and a tetanus
shot after he claimed he had been cut by a ragged piece of metal at
the baseball diamond, but because he could remember the feel of her
lips on his cheek it barely hurt at all.
Sam's mom and little sister Darci made a fuss over him than
night and over that weekend, while his older sister Eve refused to
really look at it, calling the stitches "ugly" and "disgusting."
Regardless of her reaction, Sam found himself wondering about
something, and he felt that Eve was the only person he could ask. He
found her in her bedroom on Sunday afternoon.
"Um, Eve, can I ask you something?" Sam asked from her open
doorway. Eve looked up from where she was laying on her bed, reading
a magazine.
"Uh, sure, I guess," his 17-year old sister responded looking
intrigued and confused that he had come to her for anything.
"What are the chances a girl my age could have a baby?" Sam
watched his sister's eyes narrow at first in incomprehension, then
they burst wide as her mind sought out the meaning behind the question.
"Sam! Did you get a girl...pregnant?!" The last word was
said quietly as Eve sat up and beckoned for him to come in the room
and then pointed at the door, mouthing the words "close it." Sam did
as she bid, and clarified.
"No! No I didn't do it. It was..." he couldn't tell her the
truth. "It was another boy, he told me about it...the...you know,
doing it, and he said she wanted him to, um, not s-squirt inside, but
he d-did...so anyways now he's worried about..." Sam's cheeks were
red from just saying the word "squirt" to his sister, but her
expression was the priceless one. Her mouth hung open and her eyes
were fixed on him in astonishment of what he had just asked. "Eve?"
"Y-yeah! She could be, totally," she said still reeling from
the shock of hearing these things coming out of her little brother's
mouth. "W-well, I mean, things can happen, you know, depending on a
lot of things. It really only takes a drop of, uh, the stuff to make
a baby, b-but it also depends on her body and her, uh, her period."
"She said that she wasn't safe that day, and she also used her
fingers afterwards to, uh...get it out."
"Y-you can't get all of it out, dummy," Eve said. "It's all
sticky and really, uh, clings up in there," she told him, with
perhaps a bit too much authority on the subject. "What kind of a
stupid girl is she anyways if she's letting him go bare on her when
she's not safe?"
"She's not stupid!" Sam shouted angrily to his own surprise.
It took his sister aback with how passionate he was suddenly about
defending this mystery girl.
"W-well, fine, but she should be smarter than that if she's
gonna be letting boys do it with her. It's not good for a girl that
young to have a baby." Even Sam knew that much.
"I-I know...so, what should she do?" he asked, wondering if he
might be able to help Trina in some way.
"She has to find out first if she is or isn't, and it'll be a
few months before she'll know for sure. Do you know when they did it?"
"Friday after school." When he saw the reaction on his
sister's face, Sam knew he'd said way too much. "I-I mean he told me
then!"
"Sam, are you sure you didn't-" she started to ask, looking at
the stitches under his eye as if they were involved.
"No! I didn't do it! I've only...I just...I watched them,
ok? I just watched them do it. That's all. That's how I know, ok?"
"Ok, fine. Jeez, Sam. I wasn't accusing or anything, you
just don't lie very good," she told him with a smirk. Her eyes
flicked down and her mouth dropped open. "Sam! Do you have a boner
right now?!" He did indeed and looked down as well to see how
plainly obvious it was. He put his hands over it and turned around
while his sister laughed.
"I-I can't help it. They just happen," he protested.
"Yeah, I bet they do! They just happen when you're telling
your big sis about watching two other people bone! God, I can't
believe this is happening! How much did you see, anyways? The whole
thing? Were you right there next to them going..." she curled her
fingers into an open fist and shook it back and forth, mimicking
masturbation. Sam looked over his shoulder and saw what she was doing.
"No! I wasn't in the room, I was watching them through a
window, and I heard them argue after it was done about not being
safe, and she used her finger to...you know, get it out of her. It
just made me wonder about the baby stuff, and I couldn't ask Mom
about it, you know?" He couldn't ask his father either about it,
considering his role in the whole mess.
"Alright, I'm sorry for making fun of you. You just asked me
something so crazy, and then you got all," she pointed a finger at
the ground and raised it upward, mimicking an erection. "She'll
probably be ok anyways. There's like 5 days where it's not safe, and
even then it's not like it's absolutely going to happen. She just
shouldn't risk it. If it does happen, then she better just hope she
miscarries or her parents don't freak out when she starts growing
bigger. Any other questions?"
"No...thanks. Don't tell Mom, I asked you this stuff, ok?"
Eve just laughed.
"I won't tell her, dummy. Even I know better than to do that.
I might tell Darci though..." she teased, referencing their 9-year
old sister, and Sam turned around to gape at Eve in shock, which just
made her laugh harder as she fell over on her bed, and Sam realized
she was just messing with him again. He opened her door and left her
to her laughter, with no clearer idea of what he might be able to do
for Trina.
School was torture for him the next day, even more so than it
was the previous Monday. When finally their shared class block did
come around, there was little indication from Trina that they had
spoken at all. Sam did catch a few glances in his direction that had
not occurred at all last week, but she never made a move to talk to
him or to act in any way differently than she ever had. It was
because of this that the note that fell at his feet when he opened
his locker at the end of the day surprised him all the more. "room
57" was all that it said, in handwriting that was clearly feminine.
It took a moment for Sam to even recall where room 57 was, as it was
an area of the school he rarely went in to.
It wasn't literally the 57th room in the school, but rather
the 7th room in the 5th hallway, and as Sam walked past the first 6
rooms, 5 odd numbered rooms on the left, 4 even on the right side, he
realized why he'd never been here before. The school had been built
only recently, with plenty of extra room for future growth in the
area, and so the 5th hall was still relatively unused, more so down
near the end where the door for room 57 was. Sam looked in through
the window and saw nothing but a dark empty room. He tried the
doorknob and found it unlocked.
Stepping inside, Sam looked around. The only light was coming
in through the windows, but there was nothing to really see. No
tables, desks, chairs, anything. No where for anybody to hide. Just
an empty room waiting for a purpose to be given to it. He walked
over to the windows and looked out, seeing the familiar school yard
from a new angle. Sam wasn't sure what he had been summoned here
for, and so he waited for a few moments before ultimately deciding to
leave.
He was only a few steps from the door when a familiar face
passed the small window on the door. Sam stopped dead in his tracks
and 10 seconds later he heard the door for room 59 open and shut. He
looked to the wall that 57 and 59 shared and realized it was a
moveable folding wall, one that could be pushed open to turn the two
rooms into one large room, and at one end, nearest the windows, it
was open. He moved quietly towards it, pausing just out of view when
the voices began.
"This'll be our third time already?" an adult male voice asked.
"Yes, but I'm bleeding today, so it'll just have to be my
mouth," responded Trina.
"Fine, but I'll still get your pussy 3 more times," the man
said.
"No. Rules are 3 blow jobs equals one pussy fucking," she
argued. Sam was confused. Rules? What was that about?
"Tsk, who does your dad think he is? Some kind of powerful
pimp? He's just a drunk who bets his little girl's body when he runs
out of money. I won 5 fucks, and I want them all." Sam's eyes grew
big. That's what this was all about?!
"There's proof of you, remember? If I tell my dad you broke
the rules and he tells the club, they'll turn it over, and how will
you explain your cum in a little girl's panties to the cops?" Sam
had never heard Trina's voice like this, so bold and defiant.
"Fuck...fine you little whore. You'll drink my cum and like
it then. Get on your knees." They were quiet, except for the sound
of his belt unbuckling and his pants lowering followed by a gasp and
a sigh. "Pull your shirt up," he ordered and Sam heard him chuckle.
"The hell you wearing a bra for? Move it out of the way, and keep
sucking. I didn't say you could stop." Sam mustered his courage and
looked around the corner. The man had his back to him, but Trina
could see him and he could see her. She was wearing blue jeans and a
t-shirt, which was pulled up to above her breasts, which were just
about half covered by the bra she was wearing, which had been pulled
up to expose her nipples. The front of the man's pants were open and
Trina's head was bobbing back and forth on the shaft that stuck out
from them. Sam saw her eyes glance at him only once as she continued
to service the man.
He was breathing harder now, groaning as he put his hands on
the sides of her head. "Up here, eyes on me, whore," he told her,
not that he was giving her much of a choice in the matter. He had
turned her head to look up at him and was now dictating the pace of
things. "You like drinking cum for your daddy? How's it feel
knowing he sold your cherry? Next time I'm gonna win your tight
shithole, and then it won't matter a damn if your pussy is bleeding
or not. Fuuuuck, drink it all, whore." His hands had moved to the
back of her head now, and he had been roughly jerking her about,
essentially using her mouth as a masturbation device.
Sam heard Trina gag and her body jerk as he held her close to
his crotch and thrust his hips forward. "Right down your throat," he
groaned, and then let go of her head. Trina whipped her head back
and got a splatter in her face for the movement while she coughed and
gasped for breath. The man stepped closer and stroked himself over
her head. "Hope you liked that. I get to do it two more times.
Those are the rules, you know." He stuffed his prick back in his
pants and zipped them up, refastening his belt as he strode towards
the door. "Five minutes, then you leave," he said, opened the door,
and left the room. Trina turned her eyes up at Sam, semen on her
face and in her hair, her out of place bra still holding up the left
side of her t-shirt to expose a single small breast. The smiling
mask was gone, and Sam could see only hardness in her face.
He stayed with her as she made herself presentable and helped
her wipe the fluids from her hair with the tissues she had in her
backpack. He didn't say anything. He didn't know if he *should* say
anything. Whatever questions he had had about why she was doing this
were answered now, although there was one thing that he didn't know.
"Why did you tell me to come here?"
"You already knew about me," she answered. "I didn't want to
be alone with him. He's the worst of them. You saw."
"Is it true what he said about your dad?" Sam asked. Trina
shifted her gaze away from Sam, and for a moment he thought he saw
her lower lip tremble.
"Daddy...Daddy's not losing money anymore. I help him...I
help him not lose money, and then he can show Mom that he's changed
and he can come live with us again. I'm helping him..." There was
an earnestness in her voice and her eyes, and she said it with such
conviction that Sam couldn't argue, but he knew that she knew that it
was only a lie she told herself to make what she was going through
bearable. Sam did only what instinct told him to do and took Trina
into his arms. He felt her body stiffen, and her shoulders move as
though she were going to struggle, but it was only for a moment and
then her face was buried in the crook of his neck and she was crying
as though she had not shed a tear in years.
When her tears had dried and she pulled back from Sam, the
smile was on her face again, only this time it had a genuine quality
to it. Sam had always thought she was an attractive girl, but the
look she gave him now caused his heart to flip in his chest. She
leaned forward and kissed him on his cheek in the same place she had
last Friday. She giggled when she saw the look on his face. "You're
a sweet boy, Sam. Thank you." She glanced at the clock on the wall
and got to her feet. "We need to go. He checks these rooms every 30
minutes or so after school is over, and I bet he'd get the both of us
in trouble if he found us here together, me especially." She grabbed
up her backpack and opened the door to peer out into the hall.
"C'mon!" she said to him, so Sam hurried over and the two kids
slipped out into the hall and back into the populated portion of the
school. "Same time, same place tomorrow. Don't be late," she told
him and then hurried off in the direction of the front door, leaving
Sam to both dread and look forward to after school tomorrow.
Sam was well early the next day, getting there so quickly that
he was told not to run in the hall by two different teachers while
making the trip. He had to wait nearly 15 minutes sitting alone in
room 57 before hearing the door for neighboring 59 open. Sam made
his way to the open wall slowly, and once again saw that Trina had
positioned herself so that the man's back was to Sam. He saw her
eyes flick to him briefly, just to confirm that he was there again.
"Strip," the man ordered her. "If I can't fuck your pussy, I'll at
least get to look at it." Trina did as he asked and as soon as she
slipped her panties off her ankle, his hand was between her legs.
"Hey! We can't, you'll make a mess!" she protested, pushing
at his hands. She wasn't able to fight him off however, and he came
away from her with a wet red object dangling from a string held
between his fingers.
"Just making sure you weren't lying to me," he said with a
laugh, flinging it to the corner of the room. "On your knees,
cumdrinker." Trina did so, but with a glare in her eyes. He savaged
her mouth again as he had the day before, only before he shot his
load, he grabbed her young breast and twisted the nipple on it,
making Trina cry out and causing her to inhale sharply as the back of
her throat filled with sperm. "See you tomorrow," he said cheerily
after he zipped up, and left the room with Trina still naked and
coughing violently from having just breathed what she should have
swallowed. Sam rushed to her side as soon as the door closed.
"Are you ok?" Trina nodded that she was as she coughed and
spat the offending substance onto the floor. Sam patted her on the
back until the coughing stopped and Trina could look at him with her
smiling mask once again on her face.
"Th-thanks," she said, her voice scratchy from the abuse. She
got to her feet and Sam found himself at eye level with her waist.
He had been so concerned for her coughing, that the fact that she was
naked didn't click in his head until just now. Something fell from
her body and he looked to the floor where a few drops of blood were
on the floor.
"You're bleeding!" Sam exclaimed in panic.
"Yeah, that asshole *cough* pulled out my tampon *cough*," she
explained. Sam had no idea what that meant, only that it was a "girl
thing." Trina went to her backpack and dug out a little blue purse
and took a wrapped cylinder out of it. She turned her back to Sam as
she unwrapped it and stood with her legs apart. Sam watched with a
sort of hushed fascination as she pushed the thing between her legs
and then pulled something else out. She looked at the thing in her
hand and then over at the red thing laying on the floor in the
corner. "Damn it," she muttered and then looked around the room.
"Is there a garbage can or something in the other room? Any plastic
bags?" she asked him. Sam shook his head. "Damn it. I'll have to
come back to clean up then," she said, and tossed the tube in her
hands over into the corner with the other thing.
"I-I could go get some paper towels for you," Sam offered, not
really knowing if that would help or not.
"Oh! Yeah, could you? That'd be great!" Trina said, as
though she hadn't thought of Sam being able to help her. "Um, I'll
need some to wipe up the floor and to wrap that stuff in," she said
pointing at the corner. "At least 10 sheets if you could, please."
Sam hurried out to the closest restroom and got what she had asked
for. As he exited the bathroom, fist full of paper towels, he came
face to face with a man.
"What do you have there, son?" the man asked, and his voice
sent chills up Sam's spine. It was him, the cruel teacher he had
just watched with Trina.
"I...I...I s-spilled some w-water," Sam answered.
"Oh? Where? I'll send a janitor," the man said, a perfect
Dr. Jekyll to the Mr. Hyde that Sam had become familiar with.
"N-no! I can clean it up. I-it's not very much."
"Ok then, but be quick about it and head along home," he said
and walked past Sam into the restroom. Sam heaved a sigh of relief
and hurried back to Trina, looking over his shoulder with nearly
every step. Trina was sitting on the floor, dressed, tying her shoes
when he returned.
"Thanks, this was a big help," she said, standing and taking
the paper towels from him. She handed him a few sheets. "Wipe up
the stuff there," she pointed at the semen she had coughed up on the
floor and the few drops of blood, "and I'll take care of the gross
stuff." Sam looked at the task she had given him, and wrinkled his
nose in disgust. In his opinion, he was taking care of the gross
stuff. Though the paper towels did a poor job of soaking up the
mess, they were great at smearing it around. Sam just rubbed and
rubbed until the floor no longer seemed slick. At least the blood
cleaned up easily enough. He looked over at Trina, who seemed to be
carefully wrapping the objects up in the towels, layering them on
until the blood barely seeped through. She set that gently aside and
then wiped at the floor and the walls to clean the small drops away
that had spattered when the man had thrown it. Sam noted how
diligently she went about it, and when she had finished she just
sighed and said, "That'll have to do." Sam thought it looked pretty
clean.
A squirt of hand sanitizer was very welcome after all that,
although Sam couldn't wait to wash with soap and water. "I gotta go
toss this in the garbage in the bathroom. Do I look ok? No jizz on
my face?" Trina asked him. Sam shook his head.
"N-no, you look fine," he told her, and the genuine smile
spread across her face. She pecked him on the cheek.
"Thanks, Sam. You're great," she said and they went to the
door. Trina opened it and peered out in the hall, only this time she
hurriedly, but quietly backed up and closed the door. "He's checking
the rooms!" she told Sam. She looked around the room and said, "We
gotta hide somewhere." That was going to be difficult since the room
was completely empty. Sam got an idea.
"Over here," he told her, going to the open folding wall.
"But he'll check that room too," Trina protested.
"Yeah, but he can't check both rooms at once," Sam pointed
out. They heard room 57's door open and they both held their breath
until the latch clicked shut. "Go," Sam whispered and they zipped
around the corner from 59 to 57. Moments later they heard room 59's
door open...and then shut. They grinned at each other...and then
heard footprints on the tile floor. He was in the room. Both Trina
and Sam were too scared to move, to make any noise as the footsteps
moved about the room, presumably checking on the clean up. They both
stared at the open gap in the folding wall, dreading the moment when
he would catch them there, but that never came. Footsteps preceded
the sound of the door opening and then clicking shut. They watched
from a distance through the window on 57's door as he passed by,
leaving, never knowing they were there.
"Sam, that was so awesome!" she exclaimed, stepping forward to
hug him, but halting as she remembered the messy paper towel wrapped
package in her hand. She blushed sheepishly. "Check if he's gone,"
she said. Sam stuck his head out and watched as the man turned the
corner and went out of sight.
"He's gone," Sam said, and the two of them got out of there.
Trina went to the nearest restroom to dispose of the package and Sam
went into the boy's restroom to wash his hands, twice. When he came
back out, he found her waiting for him. She glanced around quickly
and then gave him that hug she owed him.
"Let's get out of here," she said. "Remember, go different
ways so he doesn't see us together."
"Yeah...um, tomorrow too?" Sam asked her.
"I guess," she sighed unhappily. "Gotta get it over with."
"O-ok then," Sam said awkwardly, momentarily wondering if this
was what it felt like to ask a girl out on a date...a very weird
date. "Well, bye then."
"B-bye," she said awkwardly as well, looking down at the
floor. Sam took a few steps back and waved at her, quickly feeling
dumb and then strangely elated when she gave a little wave back
before turning around and walking away. Sam turned round the corner
and the giddy little grin on his face melted as the teacher came
walking towards him.
"Get that spill cleaned up?" he asked as he approached.
"Y-yes, sir!" Sam responded a little too enthusiastically, but
the man just smiled and nodded approvingly.
"Good job, now head on home, son," he said while walking
briskly past Sam. Sam didn't need to be told that twice.
That evening Sam dropped by his sister's room. "What's a
tampon?" he asked her. Eve doubled over in laughter and had him shut
the door. Sam left 15 minutes later wishing he'd never asked. There
were some things that no boy wanted to hear about.
At the start of their shared class the next day, Trina did
something Sam had never seen her do in public. She smiled at him,
and not that fake masked smile she gave everybody. She beamed an
honest genuine beautiful smile his way for just a moment, and then
she became masked-smile Trina again. After the final class of the
day, Sam went to room 57 and waited in the empty room again. To his
surprise, Trina entered room 57 as well, alone.
"He had some meeting, so I guess we can just go home," she
explained, a look of relieved joy on her face. Sam was happy for
her, but he found himself feeling like something had just been taken
away from him.
"We don't have to go home," he said, and Trina looked at him
strangely.
"What do you mean?"
"W-well, I..." He what? He hated to see Trina be used that
way, but in a sort of twisted way he really valued the time he spent
with her after school, giving her some kind of moral support when she
really needed it most. "I just want to...I want to be with you a
little..." Trina looked blankly at him for a moment and then raised
her hand to cover her mouth as she giggled.
"Oh my, S-Sam, are you saying that you want to..." she wiggled
her eyebrows suggestively at him.
"N-no! I didn't mean that! I mean, I get excited when I
watch, even though I know you don't like doing it..."
"It's ok. I know. I've figured out what makes men get hard
since I started doing this. I've done it with boys too, and girls.
All the adults stand around and watch us...well, not Daddy. He never
watches me."
"Trina! I don't want to do that...w-well not right now. I
just mean I don't want to just go home and not spend some time with
you."
"Oh...well, ok, but we can't stay here. He comes around and
checks, remember?"
"Right...um, h-how about we go to the baseball field at the
grade school?" he suggested.
"The one where I scooped cum out of my pussy?" She asked so
frankly that Sam blushed deep red.
"Y-yeah..."
"Ok, sure. We can't stay too long though, I have to get
home." The pair left the empty hall and went out the back door by
the gym to cut across the activity yard towards the elementary
school. Trina waited until they were out of earshot from others
before she asked, "How did you see me at your house that day?" Sam
told her his story, how he had seen her arrive from his treehouse,
how he snuck in, how he watched through the keyhole, and how he had
been hiding just around the corner when she left. "Wow! So you were
right there the entire time. I know your dad thought he heard
something and went to check, but I had no idea. Did you jack off
again afterwards?"
"Y-yeah...sorry."
"Nah, it's ok. I think if I had a dick I'd probably jack off
after seeing all of that too. I guess that's why you were staring at
me so much that week afterwards."
"You noticed?!"
"Duh. Girls always notice when boys look at them. I've just
got a few more years experience in really getting perved on by dirty
old men, it so I pick up on it easier. I really had no idea he was
your dad. I think I still owe him another fuck, actually," she
revealed.
"You do!?"
"Yeah. I've kind of got like a schedule book, or my dad has
one. Anyways, when I stay with him every other weekend, he's always
taking me around to places for guys to do me, at least two a day."
She looked at Sam, who was visibly a little stunned by that. "You
think I'm a slut, don't you?"
"No! I mean, you have a lot of sex, but you have kind of a
good reason for it, so..."
"Thanks. I'm glad you understand, but I know it's bad and if
people ever found out I'd probably called that and a lot of other
things. And, my dad would probably go to jail."
"My dad too," Sam said. Their eyes met for a moment and an
understanding passed between them. They were in the same boat, only
on different ends of it. They had reached the baseball diamond by
now and went behind the chain-link backstop to sit on the bleachers.
"When did it all start?" Sam asked.
"Summer between 3rd and 4th grade. Dad had already been moved
out for about a year then. I didn't notice at first, but he was
acting funny when I showed up for the month I was going to stay with
him. He would usually get a babysitter for me when he went to
'parties,' that's what he called them. He'd usually come home sad
and smelling like beer afterwards. So the day I got there, he told
me that he was going to a party that night, and I was going with him.
I was kinda excited, because parties sounded fun and stuff, but I
also kinda liked hanging out with my babysitter, but he said there
would be other kids there I could play with, so whatever.
"We get there, and right away he hands me over to this other
guy and tells me to do whatever I'm asked. I think that's kind of a
strange thing to tell me, but I assume he just means to behave myself
and get along with everybody. The other guy takes me to a room in
this...place, it's not really a house, but like it reminded me of a
hotel. So there are all these other kids in this room, all about my
age and older up to a few high school girls. I guess there were
about 10 kids, 2 boys, the rest are girls, and like right away I'm
being called 'the new girl' and they're all looking at me strange and
stuff. Some of them were putting together puzzles, a few were
looking at dirty magazines, but the older girls were whispering to
each other and kept looking at me.
"One of them came over to talk to me, but didn't get much past
saying 'hi' when the guy that brought me to the room came in and took
her out. It was really weird how everybody there got quiet and paid
attention only to him when he came in. He'd come in like every 5 or
10 minutes either to get one or two kids, or to bring them back to
the room. When he came to get me, he brought back a boy and a girl,
and both of them looked really tired, like they'd just been running
really hard. They smelled really funny too, I didn't know why, but
now I always smell it after the guy cums and I think of their faces.
"He took me to this other room, where there was a guy and a
bed and I saw my backpack too, and I didn't know what it was doing
there or how it got there, so that was confusing. I was just kind of
shoved in the room and the door closed behind me. The guy offered me
some candy, and I took it from him. He started talking to me about
how he knew that it was my first time there and he wouldn't be too
hard on me, and that made me start to feel scared. I started crying
and he got a really mean look on his face, like I was doing something
wrong and it was annoying him. He told me to just shut up and open
my mouth and he took off his pants and showed me his dick. It was
really ugly looking and I'd only ever seen my dad's like once before
that.
"He came closer to me and I like, tried to hide on the other
side of the bed from him, but there was really no where to go, so he
caught me really easily and he pushed my back up against the bed and
forced himself into my mouth. He told me to lick it and suck on it,
but I just kept crying so he hit me, which made me cry more. He got
madder and left the room. He came back soon with the guy who was in
charge of the kids and my dad, who looked really freaked out. He
wouldn't come in the room, but told me to do what the man wanted and
we would go home. So that's how I sucked my first dick and swallowed
jizz. I sucked my second dick about 10 minutes later, and sucked a
third 5 minutes after that.
"The forth time I was taken from the room, another girl and a
boy were taken too. They made me strip down and watch while the boy
did the girl in the butt while the grown up did her pussy, and when
that was all done, I had to lick her pussy clean. Finally they took
me to the room where I went the first time, and told me to put on the
clean clothes that were in my backpack. I did so, then my dad came
to take me home and explained to me how I was helping him and Mom get
back together." She turned her eyes up from the blank stare she had
been giving the bleacher bench in front of her and looked at Sam.
"And that's the story of how I became a whore." She said it cheerily
enough, and with her smile mask on, but Sam could tell it bothered
her to recall the experience and tell him about it. She looked at
her watch. "I gotta go soon. Want me to suck you off before I go?"
She might as well have asked Sam if he liked hamburgers with how
casually she posed the question.
"Wh-what? T-Trina, I-"
"It'll be really quick. I bet you shoot it quicker than you've
ever done it before with your hand. C'mon, I just wanna do something
nice for you, ok?" She looked at him anxiously, placing a hand on
his knee.
"O-ok..." Sam said as he fumbled with his zipper while Trina
watched him. He hadn't been expecting her to make an offer like this
at all. What she had been doing with those guys was different, she
was being forced to do that. Of course he'd imagined himself in the
place of everybody that he'd witnessed with Trina, but the
possibility of that coming true had just seemed so far fetched. He
had to stand up to push his pants and underwear down, and just moment
after he did so, reality seemed to hit him. He was standing in semi-
obscured view of his old elementary school with his pants down and
his hard dick out in front of his classmate. He saw her look at it,
and a wave of fear thundered through him. Would she think it was
small? Would she change her mind? Was she playing a trick on him?
What if somebo-
Trina's hand took hold of the base and she slid her mouth onto
it. It was wet and warm and wet and soft and wet. He felt something
move against the underside of the head and he shuddered, his mouth
opening and a sound coming out of him. He felt her lips press down
in a tight ring around him, and as her head started to move up and
down on the spit covered shaft he felt an urge to grab her head and
push himself deep into her mouth. That desire was short lived though
as her tongue swirled around the head, triggering his orgasm.
"Trina, I-oooh!" he sputtered and squeezed his eyes shut as the best
orgasm he'd ever felt in his brief history of having them shot into
her mouth.
He felt her head stop bobbing and looked down at her. She was
looking up at him, lips around the head of his erection, suckling on
him with a look of amusement on her face. He felt her lick over the
little hole until he had nothing left to give her and she let go of
him, sitting back with a real smile on her face. She licked her lips
and opened her mouth, in what seemed like a practiced act, for him to
see that nothing remained. "Told you it would be quick," she said
with a song of tease in the words. She stood up and looked at him.
"I'm going home now. You'd better pull your pants up before you do
the same," and sauntered away from him, moving her hips in a way that
Sam had never seen her do.
The next day the teacher was back, and he was getting his 3rd
and final blowjob from Trina. It looked like it was going to be a
quick one too, since he didn't make her undress and prove that she
was still bleeding. Instead he just roughly used her mouth and head
again until he was done with her. "Let me know when your pussy is
back in service," he told her before leaving the room. Trina turned
to Sam and grinned.
"Joke's on him. He could have fucked me today if he had only
bothered to check." She looked at her watch. "Wanna go back to the
bleachers? We've got time." Sam felt his penis throb.
"S-sure!" he agreed readily, making her laugh.
"Somebody's expecting something, isn't he?"
"N-no! I wasn't thinking that at all!" Sam protested, lying.
Trina put her hand on his crotch and squeezed with a grin.
"Suuuuure..." she said and walked out of the classroom in the
same manner she had left him the day before. Sam followed. Trina
grinned at him slyly the whole walk, while Sam could only smile like
an idiot back at her. Something was wrong though. She wasn't
heading for the same baseball diamond they had gone to last time.
She was walking towards one of the other ones that was further away.
"Why are we going to a different one?" he asked her.
"I noticed it the other day," she said. "I checked it out
this morning before school and I think you'll like this one better."
Sam looked ahead of where they were headed and saw what she was
likely referring to. This particular baseball diamond was the one
nearest to the school, but it also had a feature that none of the
others had: a refreshment building. The building that was generally
referred to as the "snack shack" was about the size of three of his
treehouses lined up and had a large shuttered window in front, from
which candy and drinks were sold from to spectators at the little
league baseball games. There was a door around back, but Sam had
always known it to be padlocked, and otherwise it was an off-limits
area for kids to be during recess.
She led him around to the back of it and lifted the rubber mat
that sat at the base of the door. She picked up a key and showed it
to Sam, who just stared at it in shock. "I know, right? I couldn't
believe it either when I found it." She stuck it in the lock and the
latch popped open. "C'mon in," she said, leading the way. A pull
chain hung from a light fixture on the ceiling and a dim light
flooded the room. It was completely empty inside except for a small
table that was folded up against the wall. Trina pulled a small
blanket out of her backpack, which explained why it had seemed a
little bulkier than usual. She laid it out on the ground and kicked
off her shoes. "C'mere, Sam," she said, getting down on her knees.
"Let's see if this is what you were expecting."
Excitement pulsed in his pants as Sam looked at Trina sitting
patiently on her knees. He took off his shoes before stepping on the
blanket and approached her, hands at his waist, unbuttoning his
pants. When he stepped up to her, and pulled down the zipper, she
surprised him by reclining and laying down on the blanket. She
patted the space next to her. "Lay down with me, Sam," she
instructed. His heart rate had already gone up just expecting
another blowjob, but now it was pounding as he knelt down and lay
beside her. It wasn't particularly comfortable, since the floor of
the refreshment stand was just a slab of concrete, even with the
blanket covering it. She looked at her watch. "We've got 10
minutes. What would you like to do?"
"A-anything?" Sam asked, unsure of just what he was being
offered. Trina scooted up closer to him.
"Anything, Sam," she confirmed for him with a half masked,
half genuine smile. Sam slowly brought his hand up between them and
placed it on her chest. His touch was hesitant and light, but Trina
leaned into it, pressing her small breast into his palm. "It's ok.
Touch me. Feel me. I'm yours right now. Use me." Sam saw fully
the green light she was giving him, knew what she was going to let
him do with her. He groped her breast for a moment, the first he'd
ever been allowed to touch, and then moved his hands to her waist.
He looked at her face, as if for permission, but saw only her smile
and her eyes on him. He felt almost like he was being watched while
unwrapping a present on Christmas Day.
His fingers fumbled as he unbuttoned her pants and then sought
the small slider of the zipper that lay along her pubis. He drew it
down, feeling the pop of every tooth as they came apart. As he
opened the fly, he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him, or
that she was wearing pink or peach colored underwear. It was only
when he uncovered the cleft of her sex that he knew for sure. He
looked at her face in shocked wonder. "Why did you think I stopped
at the restroom before we came down here?" she posed to him
rhetorically. She lay on her back and lifted her hips to assist Sam
in taking her pants off, and once they came off her legs, she spread
them for him to see. There was a fine covering of dark hair on her
mound, the lips plump and soft looking. She spread herself with her
fingers and Sam's mouth dropped when he looked upon the pink insides.
"Clock's ticking," she reminded him.
He pushed his pants and underwear down in one go, and when he
waddled forward on his knees, the bunched up clothes around his knees
caused him to fall on top of her. Trina shrieked in surprise, but
laughed like crazy once his head had come to rest against her chest.
Sam laughed as well as he pushed himself up on his arms and looked
down at her. Her mask was gone, and he knew he was seeing the real
Trina again. He felt her take him in hand, and pull gently. "I'll
guide you in," she said, and Sam scooted up above her to meet her
eyes with his. He felt the tip rub against her skin, smooth and warm
with a depression in the middle. He pushed as she adjusted the angle
and felt a moistness upon the head, a soft ring of flesh took him in
its embrace, and she moved her hand away as he pressed root deep
within her and gasped.
"Feels good, Sam," she said, bringing her legs up around his
waist, pelvis tilting, and her muscles flexing around him. Sam
groaned as he moved his hips, settling himself within, his face
nuzzled into her neck. He didn't know what to do, or how to do it if
he did. His only instinct was to push as deep as he could into the
wet depths of her body. The blow job the day earlier was the only
frame of reference he had for what he felt now, only instead of the
relatively large space of her mouth and the motions of her single
tongue, where she could only focus on pleasuring one spot upon his 4
and a half inches at a time, now he felt as though a dozen softer,
warmer, wetter tongues were wrapped around him. He pushed into her,
and pushed, and pushed again, moaning as that spot on the underside
of his glans rubbed and pressed against her walls.
She was moving, rocking herself with him, helping him with his
first motions, guiding him in his first experience inside of a girl.
"Ohh ohh!" he groaned as it all pushed him over the edge. How
exactly she knew what that sound meant, he couldn't figure out, but
he felt her tighten and flex in encouragement.
"Shoot it in me, Sam. Fill my pussy with your cum. Just like
you imagined doing to me." Her words entered into his head and his
hips did the rest. They pumped hard, as did his preteen cock, orgasm
rising within him along with the fluids inside the shaft, bursting
out of the tip as he shook and cried out feeling the best he'd ever
experienced.
"Oooooh! Ohh! Trina! Oooh!" he called out, feeling the
narrow canal flood with his sperm as he plunged into it over and over.
"I feel it," she said. "I feel you cumming...so warm in me."
She held herself tightly to him, rubbing his back and running her
fingers through his hair while he expended himself and slowed to
breathing heavily atop her in her embrace. Trina giggled as he
relaxed, and he no longer thrust or pulsed inside her. "I think you
liked it," she stated knowingly. Sam pushed himself up on shaky arms
and looked down at her. A light sweat was on her brow and her cheeks
were pink, but her smile...there was a shade of the mask there, like
she was hiding a little bit. Sam got a strange feeling as he looked
at it.
"Y-yeah," he said breathlessly. "It felt really good." He
felt her legs move and her hips relax into a lower angle as he
slipped out from between her legs. He sat back and looked. Her pink
lips red with heat and swollen from all he'd just done within them.
A white froth lined the sides of them and drooled from within. She
opened herself with her hand again, and this time Sam could more
clearly see the entrance of her vagina, a white pool contained just
inside. In what looked like a frequently performed move, she cupped
herself between the legs, rolled over, and sat up on her knees in one
fluid movement. She turned around as she got to her feet, and she
stood a moment like that, with a look of concentration on her face.
When she took her hand away, white sticky strings of fluid webbed
from her palm to her crotch. She showed it to Sam.
"More than most of the boys they make me do it with some
times," Trina told him, and then lifted the hand to her mouth and
slurped it down while she held her other hand between her thighs.
"Get the tissues from my backpack, please," she told him. He started
to pull up his pants, when she stopped him. "No, wait, sorry, I
forgot to clean you," she said and went to her knees, in front of him
and put her mouth on him. The sensation was a little much for Sam
after having just orgasmed, not to mention he still felt a bit weird
about the look on her face.
"T-Trina, it's ok, you don't have to," he told her, but she
made no move to stop. She licked and sucked from tip to base,
popping her lips off only when she was satisfied with her work.
"It's ok, Sam, I wanted to do it," she said, swapping hands
between her legs again to eat what else had come out of her. Sam
watched her, feeling slightly sick as he remembered what his father
had said to her that day. How mean he had been, how he told her what
do to, and how to leave the house. He looked down at his softening
penis, freshly cleaned by her mouth, and a pit seemed to form in his
stomach. He felt as low as he thought of some of the men Trina had
been with. He'd also lusted after her, hadn't hesitated as he had
touched her, undressed her, and used her body to get himself off.
"I shouldn't have done that," Sam said.
"Huh?" Trina asked as she pulled on the panties she had in her
backpack. "Shouldn't have done what?"
"What we just did," Sam said, looking at his feet. "I just
did you like everybody else." He didn't look at her when she walked
up to him, but the pain from her palm slapping him in the face made
him look.
"You are NOT like the others," she stated firmly, anger
flashing in her eyes. "They raped me. They fucked me. THEY used
me. I never took my panties off early for them. I never spread out
a blanket for them. I never GAVE myself to them. I wanted you to be
inside me. I wanted to suck your cock clean afterwards. You are NOT
THEM. Got it?" Sam nodded at her in stunned silence. "Good, now
pull your pants up and go home. I gotta go meet my dad so a couple
of guys can fuck my mouth and ass in an hour, and then lick the
flavor of my own shit off their dicks." Her tone was as harsh as her
language was terrible, but not angry. She grabbed her pants, and
pulled them on. Sam pulled his up as well and moved off the blanket
barely a split second before she tugged at it to fold and stuff it
into her backpack.
Her expression was a stone wall. No look of sadness or anger
on it now. Trina was suddenly all business, just as it had been when
he had watched her leave his house that fateful day. After tying her
shoes, she barely looked at him when she pulled the chain to turn off
the light in the little room and then strode to the door and opened
it. "Are you coming, or am I locking you in here tonight?" she
asked, without turning her head.
"Yeah, I'm coming," Sam said quietly and followed her out.
She locked it up and put the key back under the mat. She stood up
and turned to look at him, her face still expressionless, but softer
now. She stepped up and kissed the red cheek she had slapped.
"Next time you cum in my pussy, remember that it's because I
like you, not because my dad owes you something and then doesn't even
have the balls to watch what he's turned me into over the last 3
years. I'll see you in class tomorrow and after school." She turned
and left Sam a lot to think about.
That evening was hell for Sam. He didn't enjoy dinner, he
snapped at his little sister when she made some dumb joke, and he
couldn't focus on his homework at all. All he could think about was
what Trina had told him, and suddenly all his problems felt stupid
and petty. He thought he was able to hide it well, but apparently
not well enough.
"Hey," whispered Eve to him when they were alone in the
kitchen for a moment. "You ok?" Sam glanced up to see if his
parents were paying any attention from where they were in the living
room, but their backs were to their kids and eyes were on the TV.
"Yeah, fine," Sam muttered. He felt her hand on his shoulder.
"You say so, but if you wanna talk, you know where to find
me," she said, and headed down into the basement. Sam felt the tears
well in the corners of his eyes. He wanted to tell her all of it,
wanted to get her to help him help Trina. Ever since he'd learned
what was behind Trina's activities, he'd only wanted to end it. He
didn't want her sucking dicks or worrying about getting pregnant.
Ever since he'd seen her unguarded smile, he'd wanted to see that
look on her face all the time. He clenched his hand into a fist, and
just wanted to hit something as hard as he could. She had looked and
sounded so happy today when they had been alone together, and he'd
ruined that moment for her by reminding her of what awaited her in
the world outside the walls of the refreshment stand where she had
been a fully willing participant in having sex for probably the first
time ever.
He walked past his parents to head back to his room to try and
finish his homework. As a commercial break began on the TV, he heard
his father start to speak. "After dinner this Saturday, I'm going to
take Darci with me to poker night. I think she'd have fun with the
other kids there." Sam froze in his tracks in the middle of the
hall, right in front of the office door where he had learned what
those weekly poker games were all about. He thought about the story
Trina had told him of her first time there, what she'd been forced to
do and see. Now his father was going to take his own daughter there.
Sam clenched his fist again as he thought about his little sister
having to do the same things. It wasn't right. Not for Trina, not
for the other kids, and not for Darci.
He spun on his heel, tried not to look at the monster he had
once thought so highly of as his father, and went down the stairs and
to Eve's door. She didn't notice him at first, she was so occupied
by her own homework and the music coming from the little buds in her
ears. Sam had to actually touch her, making her jump in her seat at
her desk. "Jesus, Sam, you scared the hell out of me!" she shouted.
The look on his face and the recall of the offer she had just made
him moments ago softened her tone though. "What is it, Sam?"
"Eve, I need to tell you something. It's going to sound
really really crazy, but you have to believe me. It's all true and
there's nobody else I can tell, and you can't tell Mom and Dad."
"Okaaaay, Sam, I'm listening," she said, wholly unaware of
what she was about to hear. Sam closed the door of her room, and
began to talk.
Sam told her. Everything. From why he went into the
treehouse in the first place, to moments ago hearing their father
plan to gamble their little sister's body this coming weekend. Eve's
reaction ranged from greatly amused at the start when he told her
that he masturbated in the treehouse to disbelief, shock, sadness,
and anger at the looming future.
"You swear this is all true, Sam? You swear it?!" she asked
him, her voice sharp with outrage.
"All of it. I swear. Dad is going to take Darci to that
place and turn her into a whore so he doesn't have to bet money
anymore." Sam could see his big sister was practically shaking with
anger as she wiped at the corners of her eyes.
"Can you prove it? Not just to me, but to the police too?
Can your girlfriend come forward and prove it?"
"She's not my girlfriend," Sam protested.
"Sam, she's letting you have sex with her. She's your
girlfriend."
"Fine, whatever. I don't know if Trina wants to. She really
thinks she's helping her dad...or she says that's why she's doing it,
but I think she's starting to change her mind. We need to stop Dad
from doing this to Darci, though."
"Ok, but how? Why can't we just tell the cops, or Mom?"
"I think this is bigger than the cops, Eve, and Mom...I don't
want to see her sad. I know we should tell her that Dad is a bad guy
for all this stuff, but I think she might just get mad at us and
believe Dad and then we'd both be in trouble."
"Jesus, Sam, ok..." Eve got up and started to pace back and
forth. "Let's just worry about keeping Darci from going with Dad
this weekend and then figure something else out for the rest of it,
ok?"
"Ok," Sam agreed. "How do we do that?"
"I dunno...I guess...I guess we just have to take Darci
somewhere else after dinner. I could ask Mom if I can use her car
and take Darci to a movie or something. Something she'll want to do
instead of going with Dad...but then you gotta prove this to me
before next weekend and he tries to do it again." Eve paused,
looking aimlessly in thought, and chewed on the inside of her cheek
for a moment. "Do you remember that camping trip we took a few years
ago? You were like 6 or 7, and Darci would have been 4?"
"Yeah," Sam nodded.
"Mom and Dad let me bring a friend, remember? Rhea was her
name. I don't know if you remember, but she and I were like best
friends since 1st grade." Eve wiped at her eyes again. "Something
happened on that camping trip, and she and I started to grow
apart...like really quickly, like she was avoiding me after it. It
was a few years after it happened that I started to really think
about it, stuff that happened, things I saw... We had our own tent,
for just the two of us, and you and Mom and Dad and Darci all were in
the other one. The second night there I woke up and she was coming
back into the tent, and I asked her why, and she said she had to pee,
but when she lay back down, she was making noises like she was crying
or something. I asked what was wrong, and she said she had stepped
on a sharp rock, which sounded really dumb to me, but I didn't push
her on details.
"She was weird the next day too, when she was around Dad. She
was always so friendly with him before, but she was really quiet and
wouldn't even look at him. We got in our swimsuits and went in the
lake to splash around and stuff, but she just went out into deeper
water and spent most of her time there. She came back to the tent in
the middle of the night that night too, but...she didn't stay in
there. Before I could fall asleep again, she took off her panties
and left in just her night shirt. I got up and watched her go into
the lake up to her naked butt and...I thought at the time that she
was just playing with herself, but, I guess it was more like washing.
I also considered that maybe she'd wet her panties and was just
embarrassed, so I looked at them. They were sticky, and I didn't
know why or what the sticky stuff was, and she'd never really been
open to talking about private stuff, so I thought maybe she was sick.
I don't know, it was just really confusing to me then, and she was
being private about it, so I didn't ask.
"Like I said, I didn't think about it very much for a few
years and then...I guess it's ok to tell you now. The first time I
had sex, I realized what the sticky stuff in Rhea's panties was, and
why she was washing herself there like that. I didn't think it was
because of Dad though...I mean, I guess I considered it for like a
second, but that was just crazy and gross, right? I thought maybe
she had gotten raped randomly when she went to pee or met some boys
or something. I guess I kind of realized that Rhea had had sex on
that camping trip, but now...now it makes sense kinda." Eve looked
at Sam, and wiped at her tears again. "Dad did it to her, Sam. I'm
sure of that now, and that's why I believe you. I guess if that
hadn't happened, I would have kicked you out and told Mom that you
were telling crazy lies, but...god, this is so messed up." She came
over and sat next to him at the foot of her bed and hugged him. "I
need to meet Trina sometime soon, so we can work on stopping all of
this. Can we meet after school tomorrow at the snack shack?"
"Probably not tomorrow. She's gonna have sex with that
teacher again and then she'll have to go home." Eve wrinkled her
nose in distaste.
"Are you gonna watch her when she does it?" she asked.
"P-probably...she likes me being there. She said it makes her
feel better when he's...doing stuff to her." The look that Eve gave
him was either in sympathy for what he had to witness or for what
Trina was enduring, but it was clear either way that she was in to
put a stop to this.
"Just don't do anything stupid and get yourself hurt, ok?"
"Ok," he said, feeling for the first time that he was really
glad he had told Eve. She hugged him again.
"We're gonna save Trina and all those other kids from this
junk," she said.
The next day, after school, Sam was there, watching as Trina
put her hands on the wall and braced herself as she was forcefully
taken from behind by the cruel teacher. He heard every whimper of
pain she made when he would thrust himself inside of her. He heard
every cruel name he called her, and every disparaging comment he made
about her body. Sam only turned away when the teacher finished
inside Trina. It was like a jolt of pain to his soul to witness that
most of all. He looked back only when Trina was told to open her
mouth, but had to look away again when the man forced himself in her
mouth and finished there a second time. Laughter filled the air with
a promise to win more "fun" with her over the weekend, then foot
steps and the door opening and closing.
Sam rushed to her side, finding her still kneeling on the
floor, face and pussy a sticky mess. She looked at Sam with a sad
expression, the first he'd seen her make after being with the cruel
teacher. She didn't have to say anything, Sam just produced a
package of tissues from his pocket and gave them to her. She wiped
her thighs and slit, and when they were clean, Sam took the tissues
from her and cleaned her face. She smiled at him while he tended to
her, and it seemed, almost bit by bit, wipe by wipe, that he was
brushing away the mask she wore. When he had finished and stepped
back, like an artist inspecting his work, a stifled laugh burst from
her mouth and tears ran from her eyes. Sam held her, and cried
himself.
"Can I walk with you a little?" Sam asked her while she got
dressed. "There's something I want to talk to you about."
"Sure," Trina answered, as she zipped her skirt up. They
checked the hall and left quickly together. Once they were out of
earshot of anybody else Trina asked, "So, what do you want to talk
about?"
"I told my sister," Sam said. Trina looked at him strangely
for a moment, and her mouth formed the start of an inquiry about what
he told his sister, when her eyes got big with realization.
"Sam! Why would you do that?!"
"I had to. My dad is going to take our little sister with him
to the sex club this weekend, and I needed to tell Eve so she could
help me stop him."
"What did you tell her? How much does she know?"
"E-everything. I told her everything, starting from when I
saw you at our house."
"So she knows about me then? What I'm doing?"
"Yeah. Sorry. I had to tell her though, so she'd believe me
and help me protect Darci. Are you mad?"
"No, not mad, just...I guess I kind of knew I couldn't keep it
a secret forever, and then you found out, and now you've told
somebody... What are you going to do to protect your little sister?"
"Well, Eve is going to take her shopping or to a movie or
something to get her out of the house, but we can't keep doing that,
or my dad is going to figure out what is happening. We need to find
some way to stop it. All of it, for good."
"No! Sam, you can't do that!" Trina exclaimed, stopping and
grabbing Sam by his shoulders. "My dad is...it's helping him. You
can't make me stop doing this, or he and my mom will never-"
"They're not going to anyways, Trina!" Sam shouted, as he
wrested free of her hold on him. "You've been doing this for years
now, and has it really made a difference? I could hear it in your
voice when you told me, and I don't think you still believe that
yourself anymore."
"But I can't stop, Sam!" she said angrily. "If I don't keep
doing what he needs me to do, they'll frame him and send him to jail
or worse!"
"Not if it all ends for everybody, Trina. Not just for you,
but for the other kids too. I know you hate doing this, and they
hate it too. I hate it! I hated seeing you with him today. I hated
hearing him hurt you. I hated watching so I stopped looking, but I
could still hear, and then when I saw you after...I don't want to see
you do that stuff anymore."
"Then go away and leave me alone!" she yelled at him, and
swung her hand wildly to slap him, but he raised his arm and blocked
her.
"I won't do that. I like you too much. I like you. I really
really like you, and you like me too."
"I hate you, Sam. I hate you!" she yelled and ran. He
watched her go, feeling sad from the words she had said, but he was
determined to not only save his own sister, but Trina as well.
That evening over dinner, according to plan, Eve announced
that she wanted to take Darci out for a movie following dinner
tomorrow. Sam didn't know how she could say it so calmly and
naturally in front of their father given what they both knew. Their
father did not object, although their mother raised the matter of the
scheduling conflict. Darci though, unwittingly did herself the
biggest favor and insisted that she go with Eve. There was nothing
like an adoring little sister wanting to spend time with her big
sister.
Later Sam and Eve met in her room again, and he shared with
his sister Trina's reaction to all that had happened. "I don't care
if she hates you forever, Sam," Eve said. "We're not gonna let Dad
do this to Darci."
"I know," Sam said. "I like her, but..." His voice caught,
and Eve wrapped her arms around him.
"I'll be ok," she assured him. "She's just scared for her
dad. You said it yourself, she knows her parents aren't ever getting
back together. She's in denial and just doesn't want to admit it."
"Do you think she really hates me?" Sam asked.
"No. You're the best thing that's happened to her since it
all began." That alone helped Sam sleep that night.
He woke early on Saturday morning, but lay in bed for what
felt like a few hours. He wondered what it was like for Trina to
wake up on Saturday, knowing what was in store for her in the
evening. She always spoke so openly and frankly about sex and the
things she did, as though she was comfortable with it all. Sam knew
she hated it though, but it was something she didn't have a choice in
doing in the first place.
Time seemed to drag by all day. He tried playing video games,
reading books, watching TV, masturbating in the treehouse, but
nothing (especially masturbating) took the thought of Trina being
used by men later that night from his mind.
Eve and Darci didn't even stay for dinner, and left early to
get something to eat on their own. Sam ate quietly with his parents,
trying not to look like he was avoiding looking at his father, but
the hate he felt for the man seemed to just fill his brain every time
he heard his voice. It wasn't until he left, ostensibly to play
poker with the guys, that Sam felt he could relax.
He sat with his mother watching TV, the two of them home
alone. During a commercial break, his mother picked up the remote
and muted the sound so she could speak.
"Sam, honey, you're 12 now, and I'm sure you've started to
notice your body is changing." Sam's jaw dropped and he looked at
her in quiet horror.
"M-mom, I-"
"I know this will be a little embarrassing for you to hear,
but soon you will experience, probably while you are sleeping, your
first ejaculation."
"M-mom!" His protests fell on deaf ears, and for the next 15
minutes, he was subjected to an uneasy monologue from his mother on
the birds and the bees.
Eve and Darci got home about 8:30, elder sister looking a
little bedraggled and little sister beaming from ear to ear. Their
father got home much later, scent of cigar smoke carried into the
house with him.
The next day, around noon, the door bell rang while Sam was in
his room. He heard his mother's footsteps go to the door. A voice
spoke, followed by his mother's reply. "Of course, come in. I think
he's in his room. Sam! You have a little visitor!" There was a
cheer in his mother's voice that Sam had never heard before, but it
bothered him a little. He came out to see who it was and couldn't
believe it.
"Hello, Sam," Trina said, that pleasant smiling mask on her
face. "I thought that we might do our math homework together," she
had her backpack slung over her shoulder.
"Uh, y-yeah, sure," he answered. He looked at his mom who was
watching the two of them with an expression of absolute glee.
"Have you had lunch yet, Trina?" his mother asked. "We
normally just fend for ourselves on the weekend, but I can fix
something for you and Sam."
"Thank you, Mrs. Shelton, but I've already eaten," Trina said
politely.
"Well, let's get you two settled in at the table so you can
get some work done!" Sam wanted to crawl into some hole and die over
the enthusiasm his mother was displaying and had a feeling she'd be
hovering the entire time.
"W-we could do it in my room," he suggested, since that was
where he usually did his homework.
"Oh Sam, there's just not enough room. You two need space to
spread out," she argued. Sam heard footsteps behind him and saw
Trina and his mom adjust their gaze to behind him.
"What's going on here?" asked Sam's father. Sam turned to
look at him. If he recognized Trina, there was no hint of it on his
face.
"This is Sam's classmate, Trina. She's come to do her
homework with him," Sam's mother explained.
"Well, hello Trina. It's nice to meet you."
"Pleased to meet you as well, sir," she responded with a poker
face matching his.
"If you two need a place to work, you could use my study,"
Sam's father offered helpfully. "It's got a table the two of you
could work at." Sam did his best to hide how sick he felt. The
offer was so specific, so pointed, that surely it had been intended
to get a reaction out of Trina, but she didn't even raise an eyebrow.
"Oh! Of course, what better place to study than in a study,"
added Sam's mom, cheerily clueless to the subtext.
"N-no, really, we'll be fine in my room," Sam insisted.
"C'mon, it's this way," he said to Trina, who showed a brief smirk
before following him past the man who had fucked her a week ago to
the day in the room across from Sam's bedroom.
"O-oh, ok then," said Sam's mom as they left her behind.
"Leave your door open," she added, slightly nervous about her son
being alone in a room with a girl.
No sooner than they were both in his room when Trina produced
a folded note from her pocket and handed it to Sam. 'Don't ask out
loud. He'll hear.' it read. Sam nodded and stuck it in his pocket.
"Would, uh, would you like a pillow to sit on?"
"Yes, please," Trina responded, taking the pillow offered from
Sam's bed. She held her tennis style skirt to the back of her legs
and sat chastely upon it. Sam sat beside her on the floor, and
watched as she got out her math book and notebook. Trina looked at
Sam. "Shouldn't you get your book as well?"
"Oh! Right," he scrambled to his feet and got his backpack
from beside the door. He poked his head out into the hall and saw
his mom at the other end looking back at him, only to suddenly look
away as though she hadn't been wondering what had happened to the
little boy she had 'the talk' with the night before. Sam sighed, and
came back to Trina. "Sorry about my mom. I think she's going to be
kind of a pain." Trina just smiled and opened her book.
Sam's mom interrupted their studying twice, first to offer
milk and cookies, and again 5 minutes later just to see if they still
didn't want milk and cookies, before Sam heard his dad tell her to
leave them alone. For once this week, the man did something that
didn't piss Sam off.
They did as Trina had said she came to do, and did their
homework together, but also they passed a series of notes between
them regarding the other matter on both their minds.
'I've decided to help,' wrote Trina. 'You were right. I'm
sorry.'
'Help how?' Sam asked.
'Is your sister home?' Trina asked. 'We should all talk
together.'
'Yes, her room is downstairs.' Sam drew a rough map of the
house, marking on it where his sister's bedroom window was located.
'Easy to get in window from outside,' he wrote.
They worked solely on the math for about 15 minutes before
Trina ripped another square for another note, but paused hesitantly
before writing it. Sam looked at her, curious about what was on her
mind. She glanced up at him watching her, and smiled shyly, her mask
gone for that instant, reminding Sam of those other fleeting genuine
expressions he'd seen on her face in the past week. The smile seemed
to grow into a broad set of nearly perfect teeth before she shook her
head furiously, and put the paper aside. Sam grabbed it and wrote,
'What?'
'Tell you later.'
Sam didn't need to write 'ok' in response, but he grabbed at
the paper to do so, and for a moment covered Trina's hand with his
own. They met with their eyes, and Sam looked away quickly.
"Sorry," he said.
"Don't be," she told him, before pulling the note back to
herself, and drawing a small heart on it. She passed it back to him,
smiling another genuine smile.
"Who's she?" asked a voice from the doorway. Sam looked up
and saw Darci standing there.
"This is Trina, Darc," he answered. "We're doing homework, so
go away." Darci, being the perfect little sister, instead came into
Sam's bedroom.
"Is she your girlfriend?" Sam looked at Trina who was back in
her smiling mask, but was certainly amused.
"N-no," he said, though he wanted to say yes.
"Oh. Well why were you guys looking so lovey dovey then?"
Trina snorted, holding back a laugh at how dead on the little girl's
intuition was.
"What if we are?" Trina asked Darci. "What if I'm his secret
girlfriend?"
"Mom said we can't have boyfriends or girlfriends until we're
15," Darci answered. There had been quite a fight a few years ago
between Eve and their mother on that very topic, Sam recalled. "Sam
would be breaking the law."
"It's not a law, Darc, it's a rule. Now go bother Eve or
something," Sam told her. Instead she sat down next to Trina.
"How do you spell your name?"
"T-r-i-n-a."
"Cool. That's a cool name. It's like Tina, but not really.
I spell my name with an 'i' at the end instead of a 'y' and it also
doesn't have a little comma in the air between the letters. Do you
have any brothers or sisters?"
"I used to," Trina answered, surprising Sam.
"Did he die?"
"Darci!" Sam scolded, but Trina raised her hand to quiet him.
"She, and yes. She passed away when I was a baby," Trina
answered.
"Oh...what was her name?"
"Sadie."
"I have a doll with that name!" Darci, exclaimed, and hopped
to her feet running out of the room saying, "I'll go get her!"
"We might as well just go to her room," Sam said, sighing.
"She'll haul every little accessory in here to show you. She loves
that doll. Treats it like it's her baby."
"Every girl loves her dolls," Trina answered, getting to her
feet. Sam stood as well, and the pair made the short trip to Darci's
room, where Sam spent the next 20 minutes watching Trina and Darci
chat, laugh, and play together as though they were of an age
themselves. Playtime came to an end though when Sam's mom came back
to see what this new source of noise was. "Oh, what time is it, Mrs.
Shelton?" Trina asked.
"It's a little before one, I think," answered Sam's mother.
"Do you need to go?"
"I should, yes. I have some errands to run before getting
home." Sam wondered with a heavy stomach what she meant by that.
Sam returned to his bedroom, Trina making a small detour to the
bathroom, before joining him to pack her things. "Well, we got most
of it done," she said, placing his pillow back on the bed.
"Huh?"
"Our homework," she clarified.
"Oh. Yeah. Went pretty fast," he agreed with her as she
slung the backpack over her shoulder.
"Time flies when you're having fun," she added, the mask gone
as she smiled at him.
"Y-yeah," Sam said, smiling himself.
He escorted her to the front door, drawing the attention of
Sam's mother, who craned her head around the corner to watch them,
and Sam acted the part. "T-thanks for coming over, Trina," he said.
"You really helped me."
"You're welcome, Sam," she said, smiling that pleasant smile
again that Sam knew to be her public mask. "We should do it again
some time."
"Y-yeah," Sam said awkwardly. "I, uh, I'll see you tomorrow
then."
"Yep. See you soon," Trina replied, referring to their secret
meeting in Eve's room, opening the door and leaving. Sam closed the
door behind her, and sighed. Even though she had only been gone a
few seconds, he felt lonely with out her.
"Soooo," said a voice from behind that made him jump. He
turned and saw his mom standing behind him. "That was quite the sigh
you had there, mister. Do you like her?"
"Mooom..."
"It's only natural. She's a very pretty young lady," she
offered.
"She was very polite too," said his father's voice from the
other direction. Sam turned and tried not to scowl at him. Only a
week ago he had called Trina horny to her face as she was forced to
suck his cock clean, and now he was complimenting her on manners.
"And Darci really enjoyed playing with her as well," his
mother offered, which got a reaction out of Sam's dad.
"Oh? They met?"
"Yes, just before she left they were all in Darci's room
playing with her dolls. Sam too."
"Mom, I was not playing with the dolls," Sam protested.
"Well you were there," she shrugged.
"You should have Trina over again, Sam," his father said.
"Maybe she and Darci will become good friends." Sam didn't find that
suggestion funny in the way he felt his father meant it, but it made
his mother chuckle.
"Oh, Richard," laughed Sam's mother. "Trina is Sam's age.
She'd be coming over to see him, not Darci." She gave Sam a wink.
Sam had to get out of there. Trina was waiting for him downstairs,
probably wondering where he was.
"Can I go now?" he asked, sounding pained.
"Of course. You're not in jail or anything," his mother
answered. "We're just teasing you a little." Sam took that
opportunity beat a hasty retreat into the basement. Whatever he,
Trina, and Eve talked about it would have to be quick. The only
logical reason for him to be in the basement would be because that's
where the video game consoles were, and if his parents came looking
for him and found him in Eve's room instead, it would raise questions.
He hurried to Eve's closed bedroom door and burst in to find
Eve and Trina sitting on the bed sharing a laugh.
"What took you so long?" asked Trina.
"Sorry. My parents decided I needed to be teased because I
spoke to a girl in front of them," he replied as he closed the door.
"Sam, why didn't you tell me she was coming over?" Eve asked.
"She scared the hell out of me when she knocked on my window."
"I didn't know she was coming over. I was surprised too. She
said she wants to help us."
"Really?" Eve asked Trina.
"Yeah. Last night...last night was bad." Sam and Eve shared
a look, both of them thinking they had saved Darci from something
that seemed to shake even Trina, who had seemed hardened to those
sorts of things.
"L-like what?" Eve asked, letting her curiosity get the better
of her.
"Sam's told you about what I do, right?" Eve nodded. Trina
continued. "Well, they came for me in the waiting room with the
others, and took a little girl too. Usually the little girls are
just used for their mouths, to get things wet or to clean things
off." She paused, looking at the siblings who were conspiring to
save just such a little girl from such things. "We went in the room
and undressed. I got on the bed, and she started licking me. The
guy told her to stop, and told me to lick her instead. There was
only one reason we'd do that, and she knew immediately what it
meant." Trina held her sides as she recalled the memory.
"She cried the whole time. Every lick I gave her down there
just made her cry harder, and then, when he came over...he made me
hold her as he-"
"S-stop," Eve said, disturbed and having heard enough. "I-I
get it. So how do we put an end to it?"
"We have to steal the underwear," Trina said. "When somebody
new joins, they get one of the girls to play with herself and make
some panties wet. For the new guy to join, he has to jerk off into
that underwear, and it's kept as blackmail to be used as evidence
against him if he tries to break the rules or tries to tell somebody.
It has his cum DNA and her wet pussy DNA, so it would prove he was
doing stuff to her."
"Ok," said Eve, slowly processing this. "So when we steal it,
what do we do with it? Sam said he thought that the police were bad
guys too."
"They are, kinda," Trina agreed. "My dad's used me to pay for
parking tickets, but it's always the same cop that does me. I guess
we'd have to find a good police man."
"Or police woman," Sam added, making both girls grin.
"So, then how are you going to steal it?" Eve asked, and
Trina's smile faded.
"I...I don't know," she said, realizing she hadn't thought
that part out. "I only ever go there on the weekends, and they
search any bags that are brought in." She furrowed her brow, looking
sad that her idea had been so easily unraveled.
"It's ok," Sam said. "We'll think of something. We have to,
to save more kids from being hurt." Trina nodded at his encouragement.
"Yeah, we'll do it," she added. She glanced up at the clock
on the wall. "I should go. If I think of something I'll tell Sam at
school and we can try to meet again." She stood up, and hugged Sam.
"I'm sorry I got mad at you."
"It's ok. I'm sorry my dad is a dick," he replied. Eve then
hugged the both of them together.
"You guys know this means our dads are going to jail, right?"
Eve pointed out. Sam and Trina nodded, understanding.
"Our dad deserves it, for Darci," Sam said.
"Mine does too," Trina added. "He sold me for his addiction,
and tricked me into believing it was a good thing." The three kids
came apart and headed to the window. Trina put a foot up on the
small stair-like bookcase under the window, but paused and turned to
Sam, kissing him on the cheek. "See you after school, Sam," she said
with a real smile, and went up and out of the house. Sam turned to
look at Eve, who was grinning at him.
"She is totally into you," Eve teased.
"Yeah, I know," Sam said. "I'm into her too."
That night as Sam lay down in his bed, he noticed the pillow
was a little out of place, probably because he had given it to Trina
to sit on. When he repositioned it to where it was more comfortable,
his hand felt something under it. Drawing his hand out, he looked
curiously at the object in the darkness for a moment before realizing
what it was. It was a pair of underwear. Girl's underwear. Folded
inside of them was a torn off piece of notebook paper with a heart
drawn on it.
A note fell from Sam's locker the next day when he opened it
after 2nd period. 'Lunch. 57.' A heart was drawn beside the
number. The 45 minutes of 3rd period and the 30 of homeroom seemed
to last forever.
The student body of Sam's school was divided into 3 sections,
which rotated through 3 locations during the 90 minute lunch period:
a homeroom, the cafeteria, and a choice between going to the library
or going outside to the field. Since Sam and Trina were in the same
section, they followed the same lunch rotation. Sam made a beeline
from homeroom to the unused hallway. Unlike after school, there were
several students out in the halls now making the move from homeroom
to lunch room, but it was such chaos that Sam was able to enter the
empty classroom without being noted.
"Where were you?" asked Trina, standing up with a cross
expression.
"I was in homeroom," Sam said, thinking it should have been
obvious.
"You were supposed to ditch and come here."
"O-oh. Your note said 'lunch' so I thought..."
Trina sighed. "Guess we only have an hour then," she said and
came over to Sam, pushing him against the wall and pressing her mouth
to his. Sam was stunned, but not as stunned as he was 3 seconds
later when he felt her tongue go into his mouth. He froze in place
as Trina did what she wanted to his mouth. When she'd had enough,
she stepped back and grinned sheepishly. "Too much tongue?"
"I...I don't know..." Sam said, not knowing what that whole
thing she'd just done was.
"Sorry. I kinda forgot you're new to this. One of the other
girls and I have to do it sometimes. It's called French kissing.
I'll teach you some other time. But for now..." she placed her hand
on the front of his pants.
"Here?!" Sam asked, never thinking she'd actually want to do
it during school at school.
"Yeah, here," she cooed, rubbing the hard object behind the
denim. "You found my present when you went to bed, right?"
"Uh huh," Sam nodded. She took his hand and guided it under
her dress. Sam felt only wet, soft, hot skin where cotton should
have been.
"Did you bring them today?"
"N-no..."
"Then let's hope I don't leak all over the place until lunch
time tomorrow." She yanked his pants down, and Sam realized he
hadn't even noticed she'd undone them. "Tell me when to stop," she
told him, dropping to her knees and started to lick. Although this
wasn't the first time he'd been in this room Sam found it strange to
be hearing the sounds of people in the halls. Students calling to
their friends, laughter, footsteps. All noises he was not accustomed
to when Trina was with him.
"W-what if somebody finds us here?"
"They won't," she answered. "I come here a lot, usually
alone." She briefly deep throated him and then stroked it with her
hand once. "That'll do." She stood up and pulled her dress off over
her head and undid the clasp in the center of her bra. "Wanna do me
up against the wall or sitting in your lap?" She dropped her bra to
the floor beside her dress.
"I, uh, I don't know," Sam said, staring at her naked body.
"W-what about lying down, like last time?" Trina shook her head, and
tapped her still sneaker clad foot on the tile floor.
"Too hard. It'll be uncomfortable. It was killing my knees
just licking your dick." She put her hands on the wall and bent
over, sticking her ass out. "Like this, with you behind me, standing
up, or you can sit down and I can squat down on your dick and ride
you like that." Sam looked down at the floor, and didn't much care
for the idea of sitting bare assed on the floor.
"The, uh, the wall, I guess."
"Cool," she said with a smile, and a waggle of her ass. "It
reaches deeper like this." Sam waddled over behind her, the pants
around his knees a little restricting. He looked down at her bare
back and butt, but couldn't see her pussy at all.
"Uh...w-where is it?" he asked her. Trina giggled.
"Use your hand and find it, Sam. My pussy is right where it's
always been." She slid her feet apart a little more and wiggled her
butt. "Don't be shy. Touch wherever you want."
Sam put his hand down low and felt between her legs. Her skin
was warm and smooth, which confused him at first when he didn't feel
the slit he'd expected to be there. When he started to bring his
hand back towards him however, he felt the skin divide into two
halves. "Oh...there it is," he said, making Trina giggle. He traced
it with his finger in a curve up to just where his overhead view
prevented him from seeing anything.
"Unnh, there Sam. Push your finger in there," she told him,
and he did, penetrating her with his index finger.
"Wow," Sam said, as he rubbed his finger around inside the
soft wet tunnel that had enveloped it.
"Now that you know where my cunt is, go ahead and fuck it nice
and deep for me. I've been thinking about it since this morning."
Sam felt her squeeze on his finger, and his dick pulsed with envy.
He pulled his finger out and looked at it, glistening with girl
juices. He sniffed it, and heard Trina laugh as she watched him over
her shoulder. "You like the smell of my pussy juice? Sorry I didn't
leave any on those panties for you...well, not much of it anyways."
She wiggled her bottom again. "C'mon. Fuck me so we can eat lunch.
I'm starving." Sam saw her backpack and brown lunch bag sitting on
the floor, and his own stomach gurgled in sympathy.
He took his cock in hand, and put it to the spot his finger
was just at, feeling the warm wet divide spread against the tip.
Trina moaned in a sort of impatient whine and he pressed his dick
inside. "Oh jeez," he groaned, burying his 4 and a half inches into
her. Trina was right, this did feel deeper, he thought, as he felt
her bottom press against his belly. He moved back a little to start
thrusting and to his surprise slipped out entirely.
"Don't move so much," she coached. "Put it back in and go a
little slower. Hold my hips to keep me in place while you fuck."
"O-ok," he said. He grabbed his dick and placed it against
her and pushed, meeting with more resistance this time.
"No! Sam, not there!" Trina yelped, moving her rear away from
him. Sam was absolutely confused.
"Why? What was wrong?"
"That was my ass, Sam," she told him with a sour look. "You
almost stuck it up my butt. I hate it in my butt."
"It was?" Sam looked down at her nether regions. It was hard
to really see, since the lights were off in the room, and any light
that might shine in from the windows was being blocked by his body,
so aside from Trina's ass cheeks, Sam couldn't see much. He touched
his finger to where he had put his dick.
"Butt hole," Trina informed him. He moved down just a bit.
"Pussy."
"Ok, got it...sorry," he apologized. He placed his dick
against the right hole, and slid it in.
"Yeah," Trina groaned happily. "Hands on my hips...mmm, yeah,
good, now just mov-god, like that..." Sam felt her squeeze on him.
"I love your cock, Sam."
"T-thanks," he said, feeling weird about the compliment. He
continued to move his hips, pulling and thrusting no more than about
an inch either way. It felt great though, the sensation of her soft
moist insides rubbing all over the head of his penis. "Y-your pussy
is great," he complimented in return.
"It's yours Sam," she told him, flexing her muscles and
pushing back on each little stroke of his. "When we get rid of that
club, I don't want anybody but you inside me...just your cock...fuck
me with your cock...harder, faster." She looked over her shoulder at
him. "Cum deep inside me, Sam. Every last drop." Sam dug his
fingers into her hips and started to sway his hips with more urgency
and force. "Ohh! Yeah...fuck yeah, like that!"
He was pumping into her with such speed that it felt like she
could only squeeze herself on him with every other thrust. Sam was
used to jerking off standing up in his treehouse, so this felt so
much more natural to him than it had laying on top of her in the
snack shack. The familiarity with the position allowed him to better
control how quickly he came, but the full coverage of Trina's pussy
all up and down his cock, the tightness, the wetness, the soft walls
that were made for this activity more so than his hand were doing
their job. He felt the pleasure building to it's peak. "Trina,
I'm...I'm gonna..."
"Do it! Do it in me! Make me drip cum all day!" she
demanded. Sam groaned, picturing just that, and felt the rush of
semen into the shaft.
"Trina, I...I looo-" he couldn't complete the sentence as the
orgasm he had inside of her emptied his mind of anything but the
pleasure of cumming deep within.
"Oh! Oh I feel it! Warm Sammy cum in my cunt," she gasped
and then exhaled in a series of squeaks, her pussy fluttering around
the pre-teen cock depositing sperm.
Sam had his eyes squeezed shut during his strongest and
thickest squirts, opening them only as the orgasm faded from it's
best, and it was like the world that had fallen away for those few
seconds came rushing back to him all at once. His hips were still
moving, skinny cock still thrusting, little additional spurts of cum
as his body expelled everything it had into Trina's quivering tunnel.
He tried to keep thrusting at his pre-orgasmic pace, but found it
harder to do as he was softening inside of her.
His cock slipped out and with it came the sound of fluid
spattering onto the classroom's tile floor. He waddled backwards,
nearly falling, and watched his ejaculate drool out of his 12-year
old lover. She was panting as she straightened up and turned around,
her bare little breasts heaving on her chest. Her face was flushed
and she bent over again, placing her hands on her knees, looking like
she had just run a naked lap at full speed around the track.
"That...that was fucking great," she panted, looking up at Sam with a
huge grin. "We gotta do that more often."
She went to her knees in front of Sam and licked him clean,
despite his protests that the floor was hard and would hurt her knees
again. She ignored him and finished with a kiss on the tip. Then
out of her backpack she produced some tissues and wet wipes. Sam was
impressed with how prepared she was, not only now but last week with
the cruel teacher and in the snack shack with the blanket. She wiped
off her inner thighs and slit, and then the puddle on the floor,
depositing the messy wipes into a plastic bag for later disposal. By
the time she was done, semen was again dripping from her. Sam
wondered if there was any still up there at all.
"You sure came a lot," she commented, wiping with her finger
and licking it off. "Think I'll dribble all through class?" The
question was rhetorical, but Sam felt responsible. An idea struck
him while Trina was putting her bra back on.
"Hey, I've got an idea," he said, and kicked off his shoes and
pushed his pants down.
"What? You wanna do it again?" she asked, looking at his
wiggling dick as he pulled his pants off.
"No. Take my underwear," he said, and pulled them off his
feet to offer her.
"Oh. I guess I could," she said, taking them. Sam pulled his
pants back on as she went to her backpack again and pulled out a
sanitary pad. She affixed it to the boy's underwear and pulled them
on. "Kinda baggy in the front," she commented, poking at the extra
space. "It'll work though." She put her dress back on and they sat
down together to eat lunch. They had to share Trina's sandwich and
apple though, since Sam had been planning to buy in the cafeteria.
"Did you have any ideas about the plan?" Sam asked her.
"Kinda. It might have to wait until next week though. There
is some stuff I need to make sure of before we try anything," she
answered him.
"Next week? What if we can't keep Darci from going this
weekend?" Sam asked, alarmed. He wanted this done as soon as possible.
"I dunno. You and your sister are smart though. You'll
figure something out. You know, seeing your family yesterday, you
guys are really different from most of the other kids' families. You
have both parents and brothers and sisters at home. A lot of us are
only-children and have divorced parents. It's a lot easier for our
dads to drag us off to the place when there's nobody else at home to
worry about." She took a bite out of the apple and handed it to Sam.
"Oh! I know! You should ask your dad if you can go with him instead."
"Wha-why would I want to do that?!" Sam asked, surprised.
"Well, that way Darci won't have to go and you can fuck me
more," she told him, sticking her tongue out.
"Haha, very funny," Sam deadpanned.
"Sorry. I guess I shouldn't joke. I'm kinda fucked up,
aren't I?" Sam wasn't sure how to respond to that.
"W-well, you, um...you're used to it, I guess," Sam offered.
"Yeah, I guess I am." Trina contemplated for a moment. "I
hated the first night, when I had to suck cocks and lick up jizz, but
it was ok the next time. Then I started hating it again when they
would put their fingers in me, but then it got ok after that. Then
they started fucking me, and I hated that too, but...sometimes it
feels good. Like I'll go in that room with whoever won me, and they
pull out their cock and I look at it and I'll start to get wet.
They're not all assholes, you know? Like that teacher at the other
school. He was supposed to pull out, but he stayed inside and when I
felt him cum in me...I came too. Your dad too. He's a real dick,
but I came when he fucked me."
"What about me?" Sam asked. "Did I make you cum?"
"Not that first time. Your dick...well, it's not like big or
anything like the grown up dicks, so it wasn't really, like, hitting
places."
"Oh..." Sam said, feeling embarrassed.
"It wasn't your fault though, it was your first time!" she
added after realizing the sting of honesty. "I mean, you got on top
of me and put it in and sort of bounced around a little and then
squirted. I...I wasn't, you know..." she placed her hand on his.
"It wasn't like it is now."
"Now?"
"Yeah. You know...now, we're, um...you were saying it when
you came...right?" Trina didn't sound sure of what she had heard,
and Sam had forgotten about the word that he nearly said at his
moment of climax.
"Oh...yeah...I did."
"Oh, and I totally came this time," she added. "You felt it,
right? My pussy, like, moves different and stuff."
"Yeah, I felt that," Sam answered. "It was really cool." A
series of tones sounded throughout the halls of the school, signaling
that Sam and Trina's private lunch was over.
"You go out this door, I'll go out the other," Trina said,
gesturing at room 59 on the other side of the movable wall.
"Ok. Um, what about after school? Can we meet then?"
"I want to, but I can't. Gotta get home and be normal around
my mom. Can't walk in the door smelling like two loads of Sammy
cum," Trina said smiling. Sam found himself enjoying the sound of
how she was saying his name.
"Tomorrow?"
"Yeah. Bring my panties then. I'll let you put them back on
me afterwards." She leaned in and picked him on the side of the
mouth, and then changed her face to the one everybody else knew...but
the mask of Trina, a nice polite smiling girl with good grades, and
no hint of an interest in boys, was starting to crack thanks to Sam.
"Next week?! We can't wait that long!" Eve was not pleased
when Sam gave her the rundown of his conversation with Trina. "Dad's
gonna try again this weekend, you know."
"I know, but Trina said she had to make sure of some things."
"What things?"
"I don't know. She didn't say. She probably wants to make
sure we don't get caught stealing the underwear or something." Sam
tried to defend the delay, but understood and agreed with Eve. "We
just need to keep Darci home or away from Dad or something one more
time, that's all." Eve paced about her room.
"Ok, I guess we can...but we can't wait any longer. If Dad
figures out what we're doing, it could be really bad."
"I know. I don't want to wait either, but I also don't want
to get caught. We'll probably only get one chance to do this."
"Yeah...shit, fine. Tell Trina she needs to be sure of
whatever she's thinking of doing. If she can't make something
happen, I will," Eve stated finally. Sam was worried about that
remark, but knew Eve was determined to protect Darci no matter what.
He got up from sitting on her bed, and headed for the door. "Sam,
wait." He stopped and turned around. "You guys...you and
Trina...you did it again, right?"
"Y-yeah...why?" Sam felt weird admitting it to his sister. It
wasn't really her business.
"When you do it, you use protection, right? Condoms or
something?"
"No."
"Sam! You can't do that. It's not safe to be squirting your
stuff in her. Do you know how many guys she's been used by? She's
probably got all kinds of diseases and stuff, and you also don't want
her to get knocked up." Eve got down on the floor and reached under
her bed, and pulled out a little wooden box with a combination lock
on it. She spun the dial and pulled the latch, and took out a few
wrapped condoms. "Here. Use these," she said, offering them to Sam.
He took them from her and looked at them.
"Ok...I don't know how though."
"You just, you know, put them on your thing before you stick
in, and then you, uh, s-squirt in them, and try not to spill when you
pull out. I've never really used them either, but I've seen guys use
them, so...I dunno, practice or something." Sam could tell that Eve
was truly uncomfortable saying that.
"You mean, like, jerk off into one?" he asked.
"Y-yeah...shit...don't tell me you do that. I mean, I guess
every guy your age does it, but...I don't want to think about you
cumming. You're my little brother. It's kinda gross."
"Sorry...and Eve, thanks," he told her, and left her room to
smuggle the condoms back to his own room.
He lay in bed that night, looking at one of the wrapped
rubbers. Eve had only given him three of them. That meant he could
only do stuff with Trina three times before going back for more, and
if he did jerk off with one like Eve had said, he'd only get to do it
with Trina twice. Trina would know what to do with them, right? She
knew all kinds of sex stuff. Condoms had to be used sometimes with
her, he was sure of it. He stuffed the condom into his pillow case,
where he also hid Trina's panties and drifted off to sleep.
"You want to use a rubber?" Trina asked him, a hint of offense
in her voice as she unbuttoned her blouse in room 57 the next day at
lunch. "You think I'm full of AIDS or something?"
"W-well, no...I mean...I don't know. Eve said I should-"
"Why are you telling your sister about this? I'm having sex
with you, not with her. I like feeling you cum in me. I've been
looking forward to it all day, and you want to wrap it up because
your sister says so?"
"I-I don't know, Trina. I've never done any of this before,
so you say one thing and Eve says something else and I just don't
know. Why is sex so confusing? It feels so good, but I don't want
to get you pregnant or anything."
"Why not? You wouldn't be the first," she said flatly. Sam
could only look at her with a shocked expression. "Three times, Sam.
I've already been knocked up 3 times and I'm not even 13 yet. Hell,
I might be again right now, remember? Shit, even your dad did it in
me during a kind of risky time, so I might get to go abort your
little brother or sister in a month or so when I find out for sure."
She sighed, her expression pained. "Fuck, I'm not in the mood for
this anymore," she said and buttoned up her half open blouse. "You
bring my panties?"
"Y-yeah." Sam got them out of his backpack and handed them
over. Trina pulled them up under her skirt, and retrieved Sam's
underwear from her backpack and returned them. A frosty awkward
silence passed between them, each standing there with their own
thoughts. Sam was still reeling from Trina's pregnancy revelation,
coming to terms with just how warped her life really was.
"Look," she said, breaking the silence. "Remember what I told
you after our first time? I was letting you do those things to me
because I wanted you to. I wanted you to have sex with me. I wanted
you to cum inside me. I wanted you to grab my boob like a little kid
with a new toy. I like you, Sam...no, I more than like you. I love
you. I know I'm too young to really be saying this, but if you
knocked me up, I'd have it. I probably shouldn't say this either,
but I like sex. I like it with you, and cumming with you, and even
just sitting in class, looking at you...it makes me feel good, and
that little rubber thing...it takes me away from you." She walked up
to him and took his hands in hers. "I want this. I want to touch
you, and feel you. You make me happy, and nothing else does.
Understand?"
"Yeah," Sam nodded. They kissed. "I really care about you,"
he told her. "I just want to save you."
"You already did." She slid her arms around his back and
hugged him close. Sam froze in place a moment before similarly
wrapping his arms around her. In his ear he heard her whisper,
"Wanna fuck?"
They both stripped down, going fully nude in the empty
classroom. Though he had been exposed the day before, Sam felt
really strange being completely naked in school. Some of that
strangeness faded away though when Trina's naked body pressed against
his. Her nipples rubbing on his chest, just as his cock was pressed
against her belly.
"Say it to me, Sam," she requested. "Say it now while you can
say it all the way, and then say it again when you cum in me."
"I...I l-love you, Trina," he said, the word like a whisper.
He felt her hand wrap around him, and then she rose up onto her toes.
"Tell me if this isn't comfortable," she said, and guided him
inside while they were both standing. Sam didn't find it
uncomfortable, but it was a little awkward since it felt like her
weight was bearing down on him.
"I-it's ok," he said, wondering in the back of his head what
might happen to him if she were to move to either side suddenly. He
became aware that she seemed taller than usual still. "Are you
comfortable?" he asked, trying to look down at her feet to see if
they were flat on the floor.
"I'm...kinda. Try moving," she told him. Sam wondered how he
was going to do that, since he had almost no leverage to push into
her. He pressed his hips forward and almost immediately felt their
center of gravity shift dangerously towards Trina. "W-whoa!" she
yelped and backpedaled on her heels. Sam let go of her and she
stumbled backwards, a moment of uncomfortable friction and bending
happened, and he slipped out of her.
"I don't think that worked too well," he said, rubbing at his
traumatized erection.
"Y-yeah," she said. "I guess it works better if you were big
enough to pick me up." Sam realized then that it was a position she
had done before with one of the men.
"Why don't we just do it like we did yesterday?" he suggested.
Trina's expression showed that she didn't appear to like that idea.
"I kinda wanted to do it face to face instead of all bent
over," she explained.
"Oh." Sam looked around the room, as if the answer was
somewhere, but the room was empty, aside from their backpacks and
clothes. "Didn't you say yesterday we could do it sitting on the
floor?" He grabbed his extra pair of underwear from the day before,
laid it on the floor, and sat down on it. He could still feel the
cold floor tile under him, but at least his butt wasn't directly on
the floor.
"I guess that would work," Trina said, walking up to him. Sam
realized as she stood astride his legs that his face was level with
her pussy.
"Wait," he said, putting his hands on her hips. Trina looked
questioningly at him for a moment, and then smiled.
"Go ahead. Have a look, but we gotta be quick. We still
gotta eat too." Sam nodded and then spread her lips apart with his
fingers. He marveled for a moment at the pink color within, the
little gaping hole that he had just been inside and the glistening of
the natural lubricant in the sunlight coming in through the windows.
He eyed the little bump that was peeking out from the apex of her
lips. He knew that was something important to making her feel good,
and felt the urge to return the favor she had given him the day
before, so he put his lips to it and kissed gently. "Sam!" Trina
giggled. "Are you gonna eat me out or something?"
"Huh?" He had no idea what that meant.
"Nevermind," she said. "Can I sit on your dick now?"
"Yeah, sure," he said, licking his lips, finding a flavor he
never knew before on them. Trina put her hands on his shoulders, and
sat down carefully facing him, his dick rising up against her mound
and belly. She scooted back a bit, putting a hand behind herself,
and tilting her pelvis upward.
"Could you aim yourself a little?" she asked him, and he
pressed his dick down gently to rub the head into her soft wet
channel. She tilted a little more, and he pressed, and they shared a
sound of appreciation when the tip was engulfed. Trina slid forward
into his lap, sighing as he nestled deep inside. "That's the stuff,"
she moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Can you move?" Sam
bucked his hips, making Trina squeak in delight.
"It kinda hurts my butt," he complained, not liking how his
rear end rocked on the hard floor.
"Shh, I'll help," she told him, flexing and grinding her pussy
down on him. "I'll be milking the cum out of you in no time." She
wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder.
"Fill me, Sammy. Fill me nice and full."
Sam rocked into her, loving her reciprocations on his cock,
but hating the way his rear interacted with the hard tile. Trina was
true to her word though, and in less than ten shared thrusts, Sam
cried out as he spurted into her.
"So warm, Sammy," Trina cooed, kissing his neck and holding
him tightly. Sam knew it had been fast, and Trina hadn't moved the
way inside that she had the day before.
"Did you...did you do it?" Sam asked, panting after his orgasm.
"Nuh-uh," Trina sighed. "I don't need to. I just like
feeling this way with you." That answer perplexed Sam. Wasn't the
good feeling part the whole point?
"I can try to make you," he offered and thrust into her with
his diminished post-orgasmic phallus, causing her to squeal and giggle.
"Sammy, you don't need to," she said, lifting her head and
kissing him. "You felt good cumming in my pussy, right?"
"Yeah, but-" She shut him up with another kiss.
"And now I have you inside me for the rest of the day. Lots
of little you's all swimming around and making my pussy warm and
squishy. Every time I feel that, I'll think of how good you felt
doing it, and that's all I need. Besides, the floor hurts your ass,
right?" She kissed him again and unlocked her legs and wriggled
backwards, sliding off of what remained of his erection and dribbling
onto the floor and his legs. "Let's clean up and eat," she said and
stood up, semen dripping and drooling out of her as she went for the
cleaning supplies in her backpack.
Cleaned and dressed, they ate quickly, knowing that their
argument earlier had cut into their free time. Before they parted,
each to exit out of separate classrooms, Sam asked her about after
school.
"Sure! Um, let's meet out back, at the gate in the fence?"
she suggested.
"Ok. See you there," Sam agreed. They kissed one more time,
and then Trina crossed into room 59. Sam headed for the door in room
57 and waited for her to pass by the door's window. Instead he heard
something that made his stomach drop.
"Hey! What are you doing there? These classrooms are off
limits!" yelled a teacher.
"I-I'm sorry, I was just eating lunch," he heard Trina say. A
female teacher passed by the window with a stern expression on her
face.
"Come with me," the teacher said. "I'm writing you up for
being out of bounds, and then we're calling your parents."
"But I...I didn't do anything," Trina protested. Sam watched
as Trina was led by a firm grip on her arm past the window. He made
eye contact with her briefly, wanting to jump out and save her, but
knew that doing so would get him in trouble, and possibly lead to
discovery of what they were doing. He had no choice but to watch
them go and then exit room 57 as quietly and inconspicuously as
possible.
Trina was not in class the rest of the day, and did not show
up at the gate after school. She also was not in school the next
day, or the day after that, causing Sam to wonder what had happened
to her. Had they discovered she'd had sex? Was she suspended? He
had no idea how to go about asking without possibly incriminating
himself.
Finally Friday came, and once more, Trina was not in school.
He walked home afterwards, a miserable day full of being unable to
focus on anything. When he set foot on his driveway he heard a noise
that sounded like a strange gust of wind.
"Saaaaam-"
It stopped him in his tracks. Was the wind calling his name?
There wasn't even any wind blowing.
"Saaaaaammmmmy-"
That really had his attention.
"Up here-"
He looked up at the only thing above his head: his treehouse.
Peering out of the window was Trina, a huge smile on her face. She
put her finger to her lips and beckoned him to come up. He moved
just as quickly and quietly as he had leaving room 57 after seeing
her being dragged away and moments later they were locked in an
embrace and kissing, in what was now a very small feeling treehouse.
"What happened?" Sam asked between smooches.
"They called my mom," Trina said, pausing to kiss him. "She
came and got me. She found out when we got home."
"Found out what?" Sam asked. Trina grinned sheepishly.
"She got into my backpack when I wasn't looking. She pulled
out the bag with the cum wipes, and, uh...remember that condom you
had?" Sam did and for a moment didn't understand until he realized
he hadn't brought it home with him. It had ended up in Trina's
backpack instead.
"Oh no."
"Yeah, so, um, my mom knows now."
"About me?"
"Well, not like she knows who I'm fucking, but she knows that
I'm fucking somebody. She's thinking about making me go to another
school." If the news of Trina getting caught hit Sam in the gut,
that revelation was like 3 more punches.
"Another school?! B-but then I won't get to see you!" Sam
felt near tears.
"I know. I don't like it either, but we could always meet up
in other ways, like we are now." Her hand pressed up against the
front of his pants. "I'm already gonna be in trouble for sneaking
out to see you. Might as well make it worth it, right Sammy?"
"H-here?" Sam asked, looking around the treehouse. Nothing
looked comfortable to sit or lay on in there, not to mention it had
been built when he was much younger and smaller. Two 12-year olds
made for pretty cramped quarters.
"Well, do you think we could go inside then?" she asked. Sam
took a moment to think about that. Eve would probably the only one
home right now, as Darci usually went home with a friend and was then
picked up by Sam's mom when she came home from work. Eve usually
stuck to the basement TV or her bedroom, so Sam estimated he and
Trina could get at least 30 minutes alone if they didn't make much
noise.
"Maybe," he said. "You should stay out here though while I
check it out first." Trina nodded, and the two of them descended
from the treehouse. They went to the front door, where Sam unlocked
it with his key. "Be right back," he told her in a hushed voice and
went inside.
He tried to act as he normally did, just in case Eve was
paying attention to the sounds he was making on the floor above.
"Eve, I'm home," he called out.
"That's nice," came her reply from the basement. He started
to turn back towards the door when two more voices replied to him as
well.
"Hi Sam," they, female voices, called out in unison and then
laughed. Eve had friends over. He was sure at least one of them was
Sherri and the other was Kara.
"H-hi," he called back, and then turned back to the door. He
opened it as quietly as possible. "Eve's got friends over," he told
Trina. "They're all downstairs. Stay quiet and let's go." He let
her inside, and the two of them quickly made their way into the
bedroom hallway. Sam was half a step through his doorway when the
sound of a doorknob rattling froze him in place. His immediate
thought was that his father was home, but he would have been parked
in the driveway. He turned and saw Trina with a similar deer-in-
headlights look on her face as he had on his, and just behind her,
coming out of the bathroom, was a teenage girl who was looking at the
two of them.
"Hey Sam," she said.
"H-hey Carol," he answered nervously. It was over. He was
dead. She would tell Eve, and she would get up his ass for sneaking
Trina in.
"What's, uh, what's up?" she asked, her eyes darting from
Trina to Sam and back to Trina again.
"N-nothing. Just gonna do homework," he lied pathetically.
The corners of her mouth turned up slightly.
"Homework, huh?" It sounded rhetorical, but also like it was
a question she was asking Trina, whom her eyes were on.
"Yeah, homework," Trina said, far more believably than Sam,
though Trina was clearly not carrying a backpack or any study
materials.
"'Homework,'" Carol said one last time, a smile spreading
across her face. "Have fun then," she told them, and winked at Sam,
putting fingers to her lips and zipping them closed conspiratorially
before heading to the stairs. Trina turned to Sam and they shared a
silent look of surprise and relief before hurrying into his room and
peeling off their clothes in a frenzy.
"Your sister has some awesome friends," Trina commented,
pulling her sweatshirt and t-shirt off in one go, her little breasts
bared.
"I know," Sam said, pushing down his pants and underwear, cock
hard and ready for action. Carol was one of his sister's oldest
friends from grade school. Before he had begun to masturbate or even
think sexual things he'd developed a little crush on her. When he
wasn't jerking off to dirty magazines, it was usually to a memory of
seeing her panties or a bra strap.
He hopped on one foot, pulling himself free of his pants, and
an object flew through the air and landed on his erection, hanging
off the tip of it. It was a pair of panties. He looked up and saw
Trina reclining nude on his bed, a hand between her legs. "Better
hurry and get over here, or I'll have all the fun by myself." Sam
pulled his shirt off and practically pounced on Trina, nearly
penetrating without even trying as he pressed his lips to hers. "Put
it in me, Sammy," she begged him. "I've been wet and ready since I
climbed into your treehouse." Though she was doing the asking, Trina
wasn't doing any waiting, and already had her hand on his shaft,
guiding the tip into her pussy. Sam felt the hole slip over the head
and he pressed inside of his girlfriend on his own bed.
"You're so wet," he gasped, gliding easily into her depths.
"I got so horny thinking about doing it with you in your own
room, on your bed. Fucking is best in a bed," she told him, placing
her hands on his butt, as if to push him further in. "Plus, this
way, I get to see your face when you shoot your Sammy cum in me."
She was staring up at him with a look of pure joy and adoration and
Sam was looking down at her, seeing her little breasts seem to melt
back into her chest, but still jiggle slightly with his thrusts.
"Fuck me, Sammy. Fuck me. Fuck my horny pussy. Fuck me with your
big har-ohh!"
Sam wasn't trying to make a point, but he'd missed her the
last two days as well and was thrusting into Trina with real
intensity and need. The sound of his bed creaking was in perfect
concert with the sound of her moist vagina being pumped into. He was
holding himself up with his arms planted on either side of her head,
so that she could see his face as requested, but he wanted nothing
more than to lay atop her, skin to skin, breast to breast as he made
love to her. He felt the muscles in his arms start to quiver, and
like magic he felt the muscles surrounding his cock do the same.
"Trina, are you..."
"Yes, yes, Sammy...more, I need more, so...so close..." He
felt her legs curl up against his rear, and little gasps escape her
lips every time he felt her pussy lips press against the base of his
dick. "Hard, hard, yes, yes, Sam, Sam, Sammy!" she cried out, louder
than she probably should have and he felt her pussy convulse.
"Trina, me too!" he told her, the pre-cum surge rushing into
his cock and saw her eyes open to stare up at him . Their eyes met
and a moment later Sam came with what felt like the single longest
spurt of cum in his history of cumming. He pounded her with his
hips, cock pulsing and throbbing as he shot burst after burst of
preteen semen out of his body and into hers. Through out it all, he
was looking down at her and she was looking up at him, and nothing
else in the world mattered.
His arms gave out before his hips did, and his chest heaved
against hers, each of them fighting for space as they caught their
breath together, his penis still twitching as the last little
dribbles made their way out.
"Oh Sammy, ohh...that...that was..." she panted into his ear,
arms around his back. He tried to push himself up, give her a little
breathing room, literally since they were chest to chest, but she
held him tight. "Don't. Don't move. Just stay like this. Stay
with me." He heard her voice crack and her arms tighten.
"Trina? Are you-"
"The best. That was the best it's ever been," she said
through the sniffles and tears. "I've had girls lick me, boys forced
to fuck me, so many men just use me, but none of them are you. None
of them made me feel the way you do. Never the way it was just now."
Sam didn't move as she told him this, he held still on top of her
just as she asked of him, but he couldn't fight biology and felt
himself wither and slip out of the tight space. Trina sighed,
feeling him involuntarily withdraw from within and shifted her body
to the side, and Sam took the hint and rolled off of her. They lay
like that for a moment until the sound of a car door startled them
both.
"Oh shit," Sam said sitting up, as the sound of Darci's little
voice penetrated the outer wall of the house. He looked at his alarm
clock, which showed they still had plenty of time before his mom and
sister were due home, but clearly they were home early. He felt a
hand on his bare back as Trina pushed him to move so she could get
off the bed. Sam wasted no time, scrambling to grab his clothes and
pulling them on. "Get in the closet," he told Trina, who was not
only dressing herself, but also doing what she could to wipe at the
fresh deposit of fluids that were soaking her panties and running
down her legs. Voices gave both of them pause.
"Hey, you guys are home early," Sam could hear his sister Eve
saying out near the front door. When had she come upstairs? He
looked over at his bedroom door, which neither he or Trina had closed
in their haste to undress. He heard the sound of his sister's
friend's voices too also addressing his mom and little sister.
Shouldn't they have made more noise coming up the stairs?
"Hey, Sam," a voice whispered from the hallway. "Are you guys
dressed?"
"Uh...y-yeah?" Sam answered, stunned and unsure of what was
going on. Carol stepped sideways into view.
"You gotta get her out of here, right?" she asked him. "The
others are distracting your mom and Darci so we can get your
girlfriend out through the basement. Be right back, gonna check,"
she told him and stepped away from his bedroom door again. Sam
looked at Trina who was pulling on her sweatshirt. She looked just
as surprised as he did at the conspiracy taking place to smuggle her
out of his room. Carol reappeared. "They're in the kitchen. You,"
she pointed at Trina, "quick and quiet down the stairs. Sam, go say
'hi' after that so your mom thinks it was you on the stairs in case
she hears something." She paused and listened again, and then waved
her arms at them frantically, and all 3 of them went into motion.
Carol led them out of the bedroom, pausing at the front hall
to check that it was clear to pass by, and then to the top of the
stairs, where she left the two of them to make her own appearance in
the kitchen with the rest of Eve's friends. Trina, shoes in one
hand, Sam's hand in the other, gave him a quick peck on the cheek and
then went down the steps as quietly as she could. Sam watched her
descend and once she was nearly at the bottom, he made as though he
had just come off the top step and headed into the kitchen. Six sets
of eyeballs greeted him, 2 of which were unaware of what the other 4
knew.
"H-hey, Mom," he said.
"Hi honey," his unaware mother said back. "What's up?" If
she had had eyes in the back of her head, she would have seen the
looks on the teenager's faces as they ranged from Carol's eerily
practiced calm to Eve's look of disapproving relief to the other
two's looks of astonishment at what they had just caught Sam and
Trina doing.
"Nothing...just getting something to drink," he said, going to
the fridge, deflecting his mother's attention, as she turned back to
the girls. Sherri and Kara were being a little too obvious however
with their staring, and Darci picked up on it.
"Whatcha guys looking at Sam for?" the 9-year old asked the
teenagers. Carol butted in before either of them could answer.
"They think Sammy is cute," Carol said, using the name that
nobody but Trina called him.
"Well too bad for them. Sam's already got a girlfriend!
Right Sam?" Just like that he had 6 pairs of female eyes on him
again as he pulled a bottle of juice from the fridge.
"S-she's not my girlfriend," he protested weakly, although
everybody there except for his mother already knew otherwise. "We're
just in the same class is all."
"Sam, you're blushing," his mother commented with a smile. If
only she knew the real reason his face was red.
"I-I am not," he said, pouring himself a glass.
"Sammy's got a girlfriend, Sammy's got a girlfriend," Darci
sang until her mother admonished her for teasing. Sam put the juice
away and made his retreat out of the kitchen and down the stairs.
Entering the basement, he looked longingly at the glass door where
Trina had exited, wishing she hadn't needed to leave so quickly.
"Sam." He jumped at the whisper from around the corner behind
him. Trina was still there.
"You didn't leave?" he whispered back at her.
"My pussy is all sticky. Is there a bathroom down here I can
use to clean up a little?"
"Yeah, but the water doesn't work too well," he told her,
which was the reason why Carol had been in the upstairs bathroom when
she caught them sneaking in.
"Oh, well, I just need some tissues and-" Footsteps on the
stairs interrupted her and Sam looked up to see 4 teenage girls
descending with a disappointed looking Darci standing at the top of
the steps, no doubt having been told not to come bother them. Eve
took one look at Trina standing there and just pointed down the hall
at her room, and they all went. Sam pointed out the bathroom to
Trina and she separated from the group. Now safely inside Eve's
bedroom, the interrogation began.
"Sam! What the hell were you guys doing?!" Eve asked, trying
not to yell.
"I think we already know what they were doing," Carol offered,
unable to hide the smirk on her face.
"Shut up, Carol!" Eve fumed.
"I can't believe you were having sex," Sherri said. "I mean,
you're like 11."
"Twelve," Sam corrected her.
"I was 12 my first time," Carol interjected, drawing stares
from all of them.
"T-thirteen," Kara added. They all looked at Eve.
"Are we taking a survey or something? It was last year,
fifteen." All eyes turned to Sherri, who just shook her head.
"C'mon guys, you know I haven't, but Sam is still too young
anyways!"
"Did you do it inside her?" Kara asked. "Like, bare?"
"W-well..." he looked at Eve, who he knew would not like his
answer. "Y-yeah..."
"Damn it, Sam, we talked about this," Eve admonished him,
causing all her friends to look at her.
"You knew already?" Carol asked, looking surprised for the
first time since she saw Trina in the hall.
"Yeah. Sam came to me a week ago and confessed everything. I
gave him some rubbers and told him to use them, but I guess he's
really eager to be a dad or some shit already."
"I am not!" he argued. "She just doesn't like them. She
wants to feel me inside her." Eve hid her face with her palm, Carol
laughed, Kara gasped, and Sherri looked faint. Sam forgot he had an
audience this time, and knew he probably shouldn't say anything about
the whole sex gambling problem.
"Oh god. I have to sit down," Sherri said, sitting on Eve's
bed.
"How many times have you done it?" Kara asked, very interested.
"This was the fourth time."
"And you shot in her every time?"
"Kara! Quit perving on my brother," Eve snapped.
"I wasn't perving! I'm just...you know...curious."
"Yeah, I bet you are," Carol said with a grin. A shocked
expression emerged on Kara's face.
"Eve! You told her?!" Kara said, some secret about her
apparently having been shared with Carol.
"Oh god you guys. Can we just stop talking about this?"
Sherri asked, having laid down on Eve's bed with her arm over her
eyes. The rattle of Eve's doorknob got her to sit up and look along
with the rest of them as Trina came into the room.
"Uh, hi," she said, meek for the first time that Sam had seen
her.
"What are you doing here? What were you guys thinking doing
it in Sam's bed like that?" Eve laid into Trina.
"Sorry. I just...I missed him and we hadn't seen each other
for a few days," Trina answered, sidling up to Sam and taking his
hand in hers. She turned her head to look at Carol and then at the
others. "Thanks for getting me out of Sam's room. You really saved
us both, though I thought you weren't gonna say anything," she
directed at Carol.
"I wasn't, but Sherri had to pee and was halfway up the stairs
and heard our little exchange in the hallway," Carol shrugged. "You
can blame her sparkling moral compass for the others finding out."
"They're 12, Carol!" Sherri said. "They shouldn't be doing
that."
"I didn't see you walking in on them and putting a stop to
it," Carol pointed out. "Heck, between you and Kara, I don't know
who was more interested in watching."
"You guys watched us?" Sam asked, astonished that neither he
or Trina had noticed them, and also embarrassed to have had an
audience during sex.
"Yeah...it was amazing," Kara said, leaning forward from her
seat on Eve's bed. "Did you come too?" she asked Trina, and earned a
swat on her head from Eve.
"Seriously, quit it," Eve said. "You gotta get out of here,"
she told Trina. "If our mom finds you in the house, or even thinks
that Sam's been doing...things in his room-"
"I get it. Sorry," Trina said. "I had to sneak out while Mom
was at work just to come here, and hopefully I can get home first."
"I can give you a ride," Kara swiftly offered. "I live just
down the street and can take you anywhere." Trina looked to Sam with
a questioning look on her face. Sam really didn't know Kara all that
well, since she'd only been a friend of Eve's since last year. He
just shrugged, which was apparently good enough for her.
"Sure, thanks," she accepted.
"Great. Out the window you go," Eve said, brusquely. "You
guys go too. I gotta talk to my idiot brother."
"I'll meet you out front!" Kara said to Trina, leaping to her
feet and getting out the door first.
"Don't let Kara scare you," Carol said, as she grabbed Sherri
by the wrist and pulled her off the bed. "She's kinda got a thing
for kids."
"She does?!" asked a bewildered Sherri, who clearly had not
been expecting any of this, especially the sexual interests of one of
her friends.
"I'll see you guys out," Eve said. She turned to Sam, "Get
her out the window. We're having a chat when I get back." The girls
left, and Sam and Trina were alone again. Trina wrapped her arms
around Sam's neck and hugged him tightly.
"I don't think your sister likes me too much," she said,
getting in one last moment of full body contact with Sam.
"I think everything that's going on just has her really
freaked out, you know, with Darci and Dad."
"You guys figured out how to keep her home this weekend?"
"Not yet, but we will."
"Ok. I gotta make sure I know how to get there and where they
keep the panties and if it's going to be hard to get back in during
the week. If I can't go to school on Monday, I'll try to sneak out
again and leave you some information in the treehouse." Sam escorted
her over to the window, and helped her out after one last kiss
goodbye. No sooner was Trina gone, than Eve returned.
"You seriously gave me a heart attack, you know," Eve said.
"Sorry," Sam said. "We won't do it again...at home I mean."
"I don't want to know that you're doing it at all!" Eve shot
back. "I know Sherri is kind of a goodie-two-shoes, but she's right.
You're too young for sex. Remember we talked about you using those
condoms? Obviously you lied to me about that."
"Sorry, but Trina didn't want to. She said that she wanted to
feel me inside her and-"
"God, stop, just stop. Fine, knock her up, get warts or
whatever all over your dick. I'm just trying to keep you safe." Eve
sighed and lay down on her bed, much the same way Sherri had been
before. "What did she mean you guys hadn't 'seen each other for a
few days?'" Sam explained to his sister about Trina getting caught
by the teacher and her mom discovering the cleanup tissues in her
backpack. "Jesus, Sam. So what does this do to the plan?"
"She said she was gonna make sure this weekend that she knew
how to get in, and check on security stuff, and then if she couldn't
go to school on Monday, she'd sneak out and leave me a note with
information in the treehouse. Do you have any ideas on how we're
going to keep Darci away from Dad this weekend?"
"No," Eve sighed. "It would be too suspicious to do the same
thing as last time. We've got a whole day still to think of
something." As it would turn out, they didn't have to think too
hard. Sam was awoken later that night by the sound of crying from
Darci's room. He drug himself out of bed to find his mother
comforting his little sister, who had thrown up on her bed. She
stayed in bed the next two days with the flu.
Monday came, but Trina did not come to school. Sam got a look
at the attendance book of his math/English block teacher and saw that
Trina's name had been crossed out. He didn't have to ask what that
meant: she had been taken out of school. Arriving home later, he
climbed into the treehouse and found a purple spiral notebook. The
cover said "Math Notes" and had Trina's name on it, but it also
contained the plan.
It sounded simple enough. The "clubhouse" as Trina called it,
had multiple entrances, one of which was through a parking garage
with an electronic keypad lock on the door. She'd seen her father
enter the code, and made note of it: 76013. Once inside, they would
head to the "office" where the blackmail materials were kept. Fresh
DNA samples were collected weekly from the men and children at
random, and Trina had a pretty good idea of where they were stored.
They would take as many as they could and deliver them to the police
in the next city over, preferably a policewoman, that way hopefully
avoiding anybody who was one of the bad guys.
Sam shared the plan with Eve, including a map Trina had drawn
of how to get there. "This is in the city, Sam," Eve pointed out,
referring to the nearby metropolitan city that they lived in a suburb
of. "It's going to take 30 minutes driving there, maybe 10-15
minutes for Trina to steal the stuff, another 45 or so to get it to
the police, and then we have to drive back home. How are we going to
explain where we are going to be on a school night for that long?"
Sam considered that for a moment and then smiled when an idea came to
him.
"A birthday present for a girl?" his mom said, surprised by
her son's question at the dinner table that night. "Well, I don't
know Sam, I guess it depends on who the girl is. Is it that Trina
girl who was over here last week?" Sam glanced at his father, who
was making no signal of recognition of her name.
"Uh, w-well...yeah," he said.
"Sammy's got a girlfriend, Sammy's got a girlfriend!" Darci
giggled, earning a disapproving look from her mother, who took a deep
breath.
"Well, I would say it depends on what this girl means to you,"
she said. "I don't feel that jewelry is appropriate for you to give
a girl." Almost on queue, she looked to her eldest child. "Eve,
what do you think?"
"I dunno. Maybe like a stuffed animal or something? When's
her birthday?"
"Thursday," Sam answered, just as they'd rehearsed.
"I guess I could take him shopping after dinner on Wednesday,"
Eve said. The offer drew a look of surprise from their father.
"You'd voluntarily take your brother shopping?" he asked
skeptically.
"Well, yeah. Why not?"
"I dunno. It's just the first time you've made an offer like
that. That's very nice of you, Eve."
"Yes. Sam, thank your sister," their mother chimed in.
"Thanks, Eve," Sam said, meaning every syllable of it.
Sam and Eve wrote their agreement to the plan and instructions
to Trina to be at their house around 7pm on Wednesday in the notebook
after dinner, and the next morning Sam placed it back into the
treehouse. When he got home later, it was gone, replaced by a scrap
of notebook paper with a heart drawn on it.
Sleep did not come easy to Sam that night. He was nervous,
even scared about what they were doing. The more he thought about
it, the more serious and dangerous the situation became in his mind.
What if something went wrong? What if they got caught? There were
police officers involved in this, and his dad was a local politician,
and who knows who else. Would he and Trina and Eve be killed if they
were found out? Had Trina checked on security beyond the keypad lock
on the door? What if the door code was changed? What if the DNA
evidence was locked inside a safe? What if they got a flat tire?
What if Eve drove too fast and got pulled over and a bad cop saw
Trina? What if...what if...what if... Sleep took Sam just after one
in the morning, but he did not sleep well during the next 5 hours.
School seemed to drag on and on that day, and Sam couldn't
focus on anything but the butterflies in his stomach. If anybody had
looked at him during the class he and Trina had shared, they would
have seen him looking longingly at her empty seat. During a film in
his final class of the day, Sam fell asleep, much to the amusement of
everyone in class and earned him a lunchtime detention the next day
to watch the video again.
When he went to his locker before going home, a note surprised
him by tumbling out of it. 'Love you' it said, with a heart. He
looked around, as though he might see Trina standing there. He
wasn't sure how or when she had managed to deliver it, but it calmed
his nerves to have it in his hands and refilled him with courage.
Dinner was a strange affair that evening. The butterflies
returned and he felt as though every bite he ate had a 50/50 chance
to come back up. His mother was unusually silent, and he caught her
looking at him several times. His father was neutral and hard to
read as always, but again, Sam felt as though he were being watched,
and he wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but it felt
suspiciously so. Eve seemed nervous and jumpy, practically jumping
out of her seat when Darci accidentally dropped her fork, causing a
sudden noise.
A span of twenty minutes presented itself between dinner and
the time that Trina was to be waiting for them on the sidewalk just
down the street. All the 'what-ifs' from the night before used all
1200 of those seconds to worry Sam, and it was only the feel of
Trina's note in his pocket that kept him from just curling up on his
bed and shaking. His alarm clock read 7:00 when Eve appeared at his
door. She didn't have to say anything, Sam just took a deep breath
and put one foot in front of the other to follow her to the garage.
His mother gave him some money, and said something about how it
wasn't the amount spent that matters, but the feeling behind the
gift, but Sam wasn't really listening, and probably seemed rather
rude when he closed the door while she was still talking.
Seated in their mother's car, Eve pulled a map out of her
purse with the driving directions and handed them to Sam. "Keep
track of this and make sure I don't miss a turn or anything." Sam
had a feeling she wouldn't miss a thing since any time he'd gone to
talk to her in the last two days she'd been studying that map in her
room. For something that had been printed out only two days ago it
looked well worn already.
They pulled out of the garage and Sam was immediately twisting
and turning his neck around to see where Trina was waiting for them.
It wasn't until they had backed out onto the street that he saw a
figure wearing a hoodie sweatshirt standing on the sidewalk just
ahead of them holding a purple notebook. Eve slowly pulled up to
them and Sam saw Trina's face under the hood, her face wearing its
public mask, but he knew it so well by now that he could see she was
nervous as well. She got in the backseat, and they were off.
"Everything going smoothly?" she asked.
"Yeah. My parents think I'm buying you a birthday present,"
Sam answered.
"You're about a month early on that," Trina replied.
"How'd you leave that note in my locker today?" Sam asked her.
"I had an appointment in room 59," she answered. Sam didn't
ask for any details. He just did not want to know.
"What's special about room 59?" Eve asked, having picked up on
the strange silence following the disclosure.
"A teacher fucks me there," Trina said without emotion.
"Oh...sorry." Eve didn't say much else after that.
Just as Sam thought, Eve had no trouble finding the place,
although it looked like a pretty poor part of town. The parking
garage had a gate that was opened with a combination that Trina knew,
and they pulled into pitch blackness.
"Is it always this dark?" Eve asked, slowly navigating the
concrete pillars inside.
"Usually the lights are on," Trina said. "Probably it's dark
because nobody's expected to be here now." Despite the darkness,
Trina was able to guide Eve to a spot outside a pair of heavy looking
metal doors. A keypad on the wall beside them was dimly illuminated
by a small light. "Ok, this is it." Eve stayed in the car while Sam
and Trina got out. The sound of the car doors closing seemed to echo
forever in the vast darkness. Sam wondered if it was always this
empty, but he didn't dare try to speak.
Nearing the keypad, he heard Trina saying something quietly to
herself. "Seventy-six-oh-thirteen, seventy-six-oh-thirteen, seventy-
six-oh-thirteen," she repeated to herself. She tapped in those 5
numbers on the keypad and a red LED light illuminated itself briefly
at the top of the keypad. Sam could see her brow furrow in the dim
light, and she pressed the buttons again, and the red light blinked
twice in reply. "What the hell?" she muttered in confusion and
entered the code a third time, and got three blinks of the red light.
"What's wrong?" Sam asked, nervous.
"It's not taking the code," she answered. "I watched my dad
do this on the weekend. It's seven-six-oh-one-three," she said,
pressing each number as she spoke it. Four flashes of the red light.
"W-why's it blinking like that?" Sam asked, all those what-if
scenarios suddenly flashing through his mind.
"I don't know," she answered, chewing on her lower lip. She
touched the numbers lightly, not depressing the buttons this time, as
though she were trying to remember what she saw. "Oh shit," she said
suddenly, and quickly entered 7-6-8-1-3. The light flashed green and
the door clicked. "I forgot about my dad's broken finger," she said,
pulling the door open. "It looked like he was pressing zero, but he
was really pressing eight." Sam exhaled in relief, only then
realizing he'd been holding his breath.
On the other side of the door was a poorly lit long hallway
lined overhead with pipes and wire conduits. It looked like it
stretched on for more than a city block ahead of them, and Trina led
him down almost to the end of it, stopping at a plain door to the
left. She put her hand on the doorknob and turned it. "Welcome to
the kiddy fuckers club," she said, and pulled it open.
It was pitch black inside once the door was closed. Sam felt
for and found a light switch on the wall, but flipping it did no
good. He wondered if it would have been a good idea to bring
flashlights, but there was nothing they could do about it now. "Sam?
Where are you?" Trina asked from somewhere off to his right. He
reached out his hand in that direction and touched her arm, making
her squeal in surprise.
"It's me," he said. He felt her fumble against his arm in the
dark and then her hand took his.
"Don't let go," she said, and then slowly began to pull him in
a direction he was pretty sure was away from the door. "There are
stairs ahead," she said, slowly moving forward. Sam's sight was
slowly adapting to the darkness and could barely make out the shape
of Trina in front of him and the wall to their side, but not any
change in the floor. She stopped abruptly with a stutter step back.
"Found it," she said. She took a step forward and Sam felt her move
down. He edged forward and found the empty air of the step with his
toe and carefully descended behind her.
When they made it to the bottom, Trina stayed close to the
right, touching the wall. "There are four doors on the left," she
said. "Those are the rooms they fuck us in. At the end is the room
we wait in, then when you come back this way, there's the door to the
room they gamble in, and then there's another room, right about
here..." Sam heard the sound of a doorknob turning just in front of
where Trina was and door hinges twisting. He felt the wall as they
moved forward, and found the open doorway she was walking into.
"I can't see anything," he said, frustrated. How were they
supposed to do any of this in the dark?
"Usually all the lights are on when I'm here," she said. "I
don't know why the light switches don't work now."
"Maybe there's a circuit box turned off or something?" Sam
suggested, although it did them little good when they couldn't see if
there was one on the room. He heard some commotion just ahead of
Trina, as objects about waist high collided with each other.
"Oh, this feels like-" Trina said, and then a beam of light
pierced the darkness. It swung about and pointed at Sam who winced
at the light being shone at his dilated pupils. "-a flashlight."
Trina pointed it back at the messy table just inside the door where
she had presumably found it and found another flashlight. Sam took
it, and the two were finally independent of each other in the darkness.
Although his flashlight was significantly dimmer than Trina's,
Sam was able to at least see the lay out of the room. It was a small
narrow room, looking something like a glorified broom closet. The
table just inside the door where the flashlights were was covered in
a mess of papers that looked to be lists of numbers, and occasional
names. Also there were decks of cards, poker chips, a roll of duct
tape, some chalk cubes for pool cues, a box of razor blades, a box of
sealable freezer bags, pens and pencils, dominos, batteries, manila
envelopes, and coins scattered all about. Trina had moved towards
the back of the room and Sam saw why. Surrounded by stacks of
storage boxes, a two by two by two foot cube was sitting on the floor
with a dial on the front of it.
"Are they in there?" Sam asked.
"I don't know," Trina answered. "They make us rub ourselves
with the panties to get our DNA on them, then either the guys fuck us
and we have to wipe off with the panties or they jerk off into them,
and then they take them into this room. I never see what they do
next with them." Sam swept the room with his light, looking around
for any signs of what Trina was talking about. A computer sat on a
desk just beside the safe, but like everything else electronic, it
would not turn on. A printed page lay beside the keyboard and Sam
looked at it. It was a list of names, dates, and numbers arranged in
a grid. The top grid contained mostly female names, Trina's
included, and the bottom grid were all male names and included his
father's first name and the initial of his last name. The date
beside Trina's name was about 3 weeks old, whereas his father's name
had a date from just the past weekend. The third and fourth column
were just numbers; Trina's were 5 and 12, and his father's were 2 and
6.
"Trina, what's this list mean?" he asked. She got up from
where she had been kneeling in front of the safe and looked at the
list with him.
"Oh! This is when they got the most recent DNA from us!" she
exclaimed. "They make us do it about once a month, just to keep
things fresh and they can get all kinds of combinations of kids and
men." She studied the list for a moment. "I don't know what those
numbers mean though." Sam resumed looking around the room as Trina
scrutinized the list. He looked at the safe, and something about it
didn't feel right. If the DNA samples were in there, they would have
to be really crammed inside. The safe was simply too small to hold
all of them.
"I don't think they're in the safe," Sam said. "It's too
small." Trina turned and pointed her flashlight at the safe as well.
"Yeah...you're right," she agreed with him. "Well, where else
could they-" she stopped, and moved her light just off to the right
of the safe and onto one of the storage boxes. It was labeled with a
number '5.' "In there," she said, and moved the light over the other
boxes, all of them labeled with a number, 1 through 7. Sam went to
the box sitting on top of the safe, box number 2. He took the lid
off and looked inside. Manila envelopes lay against each other
inside with names on them. Male names and female names. He picked
up the first one, the names 'Don' and 'Kayleigh' written on it, and
opened the flap. Inside his fingers felt a smooth flexible surface,
and when he pulled it out he was holding a plastic freezer bag,
sealed with duct tape, containing a pair of girl's underwear that was
clearly stained with fluids.
Trina seemed to realize something just then and looked back to
the list. "Ah! That's what the second number is," she announced.
"Look, Don's second number is 3, and on the list of girls," her
finger traced to Kayleigh's name, more specifically the number to the
left of her name denoting her place in the order of names, "Kayleigh
is the third girl on the list. Her second number is 9, and that's
because Don is the ninth name on the list of guys. It's a cross
reference between the two."
"Ok," said Sam, as he put the plastic bag back into the
envelope, "but are we going to take all the boxes?" he asked. "I
don't think we have room for all 7 of them." Trina frowned and
looked back at the list.
"Let's take...um...four boxes. The four newest ones. Boxes
2, 3, 5, and 7. They're not heavy are they?" Sam picked up box 2,
and lifted it with ease, and shook his head. "Ok, so we'll each take
two boxes and get them out of here. Should be plenty of evidence we
need."
That was easier said than done. The narrowness of the room
made it difficult for Sam and Trina to work side by side, and with
the exception of box 2, which sat alone on top of the safe, the other
boxes were stacked in two columns. In order to pull them free, and
not stumble over the other boxes that were pulled out, Sam had to
deliver the boxes one by one out into the hall where there was more
room. After hauling his third box out of the room, Sam turned to
head back in and saw something in his flashlight beam that stopped
him. There was a grey metal box on the wall to the left of the door
with metal piping exiting out the top of it. He opened it up and
found that it was an electrical box, and the main breaker was off.
Not wanting to haul the boxes up the stairs in total darkness, he
pushed the main on.
Light flooded out of the doorway of the narrow room where
Trina was, making her yelp in surprise. "Sam, did you-" she started
to ask when a whooping alarm sounded. "Sam! What did you do?!" she
yelled rushing out of the room.
"I-I just turned on the power!" he yelled back over the noise.
Trina tossed her flashlight into the storage room, and grabbed one of
the three boxes in the hall.
"C'mon, let's get out of here!" she yelled, and rushed to the
stairs carrying it. Sam stacked the two other boxes and picked them
up, hurrying after her. Trina stood at the door leading out to the
long corridor, holding it open. "C'mon, hurry!" she called to him as
he crested the stairs and rushed towards her. He thought he heard a
noise behind him down the stairs, but didn't slow to look back.
Out in the corridor that would take them back to the car, the
pair ran towards the security door carrying their boxes. Nearly
halfway down, Sam heard shouting from behind them. He turned and
looked and saw a man chasing after them, waving a shiny black object
in his hand. Sam looked ahead at Trina, less encumbered by only
carrying one box and thus faster, who was also looking back at their
pursuer. They locked eyes with each other for only a moment, and he
saw she was terrified. They had a lead of nearly 300 feet on the man
when the first bang sounded like a roar echoing in the corridor
behind them. "He's shooting!" Trina yelled.
She reached the door first, and had to drop her box to get it
open. Sam watched in horror as another bang sounded and sparks flew
barely a foot from Trina's head where the bullet hit the metal door.
She pushed the door open and held it for Sam letting him run through
it. On the other side, Eve had gotten out of the car and was looking
wide-eyed at what was going on. "Start the car!" Trina yelled at
her, running from the door and leaving her box behind. Sam pulled
open the rear-passenger-side door and put his two boxes in and
slammed it closed as Trina was opening the rear-driver-side door to
get in. Sam turned away to get in the front passenger seat when he
heard another bang, and Trina scream. He turned to see the man
tripping over the box that Trina had left behind.
"Sam, get in!" his sister yelled. Sam got in the car, which
was in motion before he got his door shut. He turned to look in the
back seat and saw Trina slumped against the boxes with a growing dark
red stain on the left side of her grey hoodie. Her car door was
hanging open and she looked for a moment to be in danger of falling
out when Eve made a sharp turn around a corner and the momentum
forced it to swing shut.
"Trina!" Sam yelled in concern. "She's been shot!" he told
his sister, who was focused solely on not crashing as she wound her
way up the spiraling garage as quickly as she could. Sam got up on
his knees and looked over the seat at Trina. He couldn't tell how
hurt she was or if she was even still alive, she looked peaceful
though leaning against the boxes. "Trina! Trina!" he called to her,
but got no response. "We need to get her to a hospital!" he yelled
to Eve.
"Sam, sit down!" Eve yelled, and Sam turned to look just as
the lowered security gate that stood between them and the street
outside came barreling towards them like a see-through grey wall.
The front end of the car plowed right into it, knocking it clean off
the retracting mechanism it was connected to, cracking the car's
windshield when the top end whipped back and slapped into it. The
driveway of the parking garage dipped suddenly, making the speeding
car bounce like it had hit a speed bump when the tires met the road.
The impact sent Sam's head into the roof of the car, and the world
around him faded away in an instant.
Pain. The next thing Sam knew of life was pain. Something
hurt...but why? There was a sound too. Rhythmic, repeating, a sharp
noise that came at a familiar pace. Beeping, that's what it was
called. Scents flowed into his nose, reminding him of when he had
gotten that cut under his eye stitched up. Trina had been the one
who cut him...Trina... Just thinking about her name worried him.
Why was that? He'd been with her just now, hadn't he? They were in
this dark room looking at boxes and...scared, he was suddenly very
scared. He wanted to run, go up the stairs and out the door. There
had been light too, hadn't there? Why was everything so dark? His
eyes were closed and felt heavy. He tried to open them and bright
light flooded in, making him groan in discomfort.
"Sam?" There was a voice out there with the light. A girl's
voice. Was it Trina? "Sam?" it asked again, this time closer to him.
"Tri...na?" he tried to say, but it sounded like a croaking
whisper. A hand touched his.
"No Sam, it's Eve," the voice said. He tried to open his eyes
again, and saw that the voice was right as he squinted through the
light. It was his sister, but...she was in the car, wasn't she?
Where was Trina?
"Wh-where's Trina?" Sam asked, the light no longer so painful,
his surroundings becoming clearer. He was in a bed, but not his bed
at home. His head throbbed. "Wh-where..." Hadn't he and Trina been
someplace else just now?
"We're at the hospital, Sam," Eve told him. "Do you remember?
You hit your head in the car. The nurse said you might not remember
some things." It was true, he didn't remember, but when he tried to,
and he thought of Trina he got really worried.
"Where's Trina?" he asked.
"I don't really know. I think maybe she's in surgery still.
They won't tell me anything because we're not family."
"Surgery...she...she's hurt," he said, a dark red stain
flashing in his memory. "Blood...she's bleeding!" Fear. Running.
Something in his hands. He lifted his head and looked at Eve's hand.
Had he been holding Trina? No, something rough. He flexed his
fingers, trying to feel the memory in them.
"She was shot, do you remember?" He couldn't.
"No," he said, frustrated.
"I'm gonna get the nurse," Eve said, and left him, exiting
though the curtain that surrounded his bed. He held up his hand and
looked at it. Boxes. He'd been carrying some boxes. They were
important. Trina had to push some buttons to get to them. He
remembered her screaming and then...then she was looking at some
paper in the dark? It didn't make any sense. God, his head hurt.
He tried thinking back further...dinner, his dad, his dad who he
caught having sex with Trina...this had something to do with that.
Trina had something in her hands, not that piece of paper in the
dark, but a purple notebook...the plan. The plan! Sam's jumbled
memories shuffled into something resembling order, right up to him
opening that electrical box in the dark hallway where it got patchy
again.
The privacy curtain parted and a rotund little woman in nurse
scrubs came in with Eve right behind her. "Finally awake, huh?" she
said, glancing at the beeping instruments beside his bed. "How do
you feel? It's ok to be confused right now, you took a pretty hard
hit on the head."
"How's Trina?" Sam asked.
"The girl who was with you? She was shot in the back, son.
The police are here, and they'd like to have a talk with you and your
big sis about how that happened," the nurse said, shooting a look at
Eve. "Make sure he stays relaxed, and if he can't remember
something, don't push him." She left them.
"The police? Good police right? The...the boxes, where are
they?"
"They're out in the car still," Eve said. "And the police,
yeah, I think they're gonna be on our side." In the gap through
which the nurse left, two uniformed police women appeared, and Sam
sighed in relief. They stepped inside, closing the curtain, and Sam
told them everything.
At first they looked just as skeptical as Eve had that time he
told her about Trina and their dad and the club, but at the mention
of boxes of DNA evidence in the car, they were considerably less
doubtful. They took Eve with them when they left so that she could
call home, and when Eve returned she looked shell-shocked.
"Mom said Dad's gone. He got some phone call and went to
Darci's room and...they just got in the car and left. He took her,
Sam. We did all this, Trina got shot, just to protect Darci from him
and he got away with her." Eve started to cry, and Sam could only
sit in stunned silence as he tried not to imagine what Darci was
experiencing at that moment. "You, you don't think Dad is...he
wouldn't touch her, would he?" Eve asked Sam. "I mean, he just
wanted to give her to other people for that, right?"
"I...I suppose," Sam agreed with her. "He, he wasn't doing
things to her at home, right?" Eve had made sure to have a talk with
Darci about 'bad touching' right after she and Sam had decided to
protect her, and the 9-year old had seemed more grossed out by the
concept of anybody touching her than anything, which Eve had taken as
a good sign. So while they were confident that Darci wasn't being
molested by their father before, now could be an entirely different
situation.
Within the hour Sam's mother arrived at the hospital,
accompanied by a couple of police detectives who specialized in sex
crimes. Sam told them, and his understandably stunned mother, his
story before the nurse chased all of them out so he could get some
rest. He asked the nurse again about Trina, but she would only smile
and pat him on the knee before turning out the light overhead and
leaving him literally and figuratively in the dark.
A few hours later he woke to somebody shaking his arm; it was
Eve. "They got him, Sam. They got Dad, and Darci is fine." He
couldn't see too well, but he could tell she was crying.
"What about Trina?" he asked, happy to hear about his little
sister being safe, but still concerned for the girl he loved.
"I don't know. I think her mom is here though. The cops and
the doctors took her somewhere and I haven't seen her since." Sam
felt Eve's hand take his. "She...she didn't look good when they got
her out of the car, Sam. There was a lot of blood and-"
"Don't say that," Sam said, fighting tears. "She's going to
be alright," he said as firmly as he could, voice quivering, hand
squeezing Eve's tightly.
"Y-yeah...she'll be ok," Eve said, wiping her tears. "I
should go. I'm not supposed to be here," and she left Sam to sleep
again, which came only in fits and starts. He managed to string
together a few hours though, and when morning came he was released
into the arms of his mother and two sisters. With his release also
came an answer to Sam's burning question: how was Trina?
The bullet had chipped her shoulder blade, broken a rib,
pierced her lung, and had come close to a major artery, but she was
alive and recovering following surgery. Such a wave of relief washed
over Sam that he cried at the news. He asked to see her, but was
refused on the grounds that only family members were allowed so soon
into recovery, but that Trina's mother would allow it. Speaking of
mothers, Sam had to face his with the whole truth known.
Obviously she wasn't happy about what he and Trina had been up
to, and Sam probably would have heard an entire litany over all the
risks he had taken in the last few weeks, but what he had done was
far more permissible than what his father had done. His mother filed
for divorce from her lying, kidnapping, child rapist of a husband,
and now faced a future entirely at odds with what had been an idyllic
lifestyle and perfect family.
The police investigation became a media sensation overnight,
with so many local politicians, teachers, law enforcement, and
unlucky gambling addicts like Trina's father being arrested. Being a
minor, Sam and Trina's names were never released publicly, but their
fathers' were, so it didn't take long for rumors to spread throughout
their school, especially since that cruel teacher was also arrested.
Sam, Eve, and Darci were all pulled from their schools and began home-
schooling. They were also descended upon by what felt like nearly
every therapist in the area, all of whom wanted to attach themselves
to the victims of the now highly publicized child sex ring case. Sam
wanted none of their help, though. All he wanted was Trina.
It was a week before Sam got his wish and was escorted late
one night to Trina's room. She was awake, alert, and sitting up in
bed when he walked in. A woman sat by her side, and from the
resemblance she shared with Trina, Sam deduced correctly that it was
her mother. She smiled weakly at him, and got up from her daughter's
side and left them alone in the room, though the door remained open.
Sam took her chair at Trina's side.
"Hey," he said.
"Hey," she answered back, voice a bit hoarse, but a smile on
her face. "She didn't want to leave," she said nodding at the open
door. "Thought I might be stupid enough to get frisky with you if we
were alone together."
"Probably wouldn't be good right now," Sam agreed. "My dad
got arrested. He kidnapped Darci, she's fine though, didn't hurt her."
"I heard. Is your mom ok?"
"Yeah. She's sad, but she's doing ok. Eve says she's mostly
just shocked by all of it."
"I know. It's all pretty crazy. What's it like at school?"
"I dunno. I haven't been back, but I think everybody kinda
knows since our dads were arrested. They probably thought I was
having sex too."
"Well you were," Trina said, sticking her tongue out at Sam.
"Just you got to do it with a cute girl instead of a dozen dirtbags
every weekend."
"Yeah." Sam sat quietly for a moment. "So...what happens to
us now?"
"Huh?"
"Well, our moms know what we were doing. They'll probably not
want us to do it anymore. I'm in home-school now, and you're not in
school at all. We're kinda..." He felt his eyes brim with tears as
he considered the future for them. "I don't know if we'll get to see
each other as much now, you know?"
"Yeah, I know. I think they'll let you visit me every week as
long as I'm in here, but I can't stay here forever. I think my mom
wants to move too after all this."
"You're gonna move?!" Sam felt something break inside upon
hearing that.
"Probably. There's this private school she wants to send me
to. All girls so I don't get knocked up or something," Trina rolled
her eyes. "She thinks I'm a slut who'll just let any guy in-"
"You're not."
"-and I'll just slide around from dick to dick leaving a trail
of jizz behind me like a slug. She doesn't trust me."
"She will. She just needs some time."
"She doesn't believe that I love you. She said she's gonna
have me talk to some expert or something and he'll 'help me get
through the horrible things that happened to me' or some shit. I
think I'm doing ok, don't you?"
"You kinda swear a lot," Sam observed.
"Fucker," she shot back, sticking out her tongue. "I do
though."
"Swear a lot?"
"No! Love you. I really do, and not because of what we did
together, but because you care. You helped me so much, even when I
didn't really want you to, and you did all this stuff even though you
knew it was going to mess up your family-"
"It was the right thing to do," Sam argued. "I couldn't just
let my dad do that to you and to other girls. I couldn't let it
happen to Darci."
"Does that mean you don't love me?"
"No, but it wasn't just for you. It was for everybody. I
love you too, Trina, and I don't want to be separated from you, but
that's what they're gonna do to us and it sucks."
"Yeah, it does, but what can we do about it? We're just kids,
Sam. We can't just steal a bunch of cum soaked underwear and let the
police fix this. Our moms have jobs and we're going to be at
different schools, so...this time, there's really nothing we can do.
We just have to hope for things to turn out ok." A figure darkened
the doorway and the two of them looked up at Trina's mom standing
there.
"Visit's over," she said, not unkindly, but there was a tone
to her voice that Sam didn't like. Sam rose to his feet and Trina
reached out and grabbed his hand, wincing as she was using the arm on
the side that she had been shot.
"I love you, Sammy," she said. Sam leaned down and kissed her.
"Love you too." He walked from the room, thinking only of
next week's visit, and trying not to listen to the quiet crying of
the girl in the hospital bed behind him.
"Sam," said a voice, and he turned to see Trina's mother who
had followed him into the hall. Where it had been dark in Trina's
room, it was brighter in the hall, and this was the closest he had
been to her mother. He realized then how young she was, maybe no
older than 35, but even then she, like his own mother, looked a
little worn by the events of the last week. "I know you care for my
daughter, and you and your sister did a wonderful thing not only for
her but for all the other kids, but...I don't approve of how you've
been..." she paused, uncertain of her words, "...showing your
interest in her. I'm going to ask you not to come back next week,
for Trina's sake."
"What!?" Sam asked, stunned.
"I don't want you to see Trina anymore. It's for the best."
She didn't even wait for Sam to respond, and then turned away and
went back to the hospital room. Sam felt a big hand on his shoulder.
It belonged to one of the police detectives on the case, an imposing
dark skinned man named Marcus Johnson who had, along with his
partner, Detective Jane Wilson, headed up the investigation.
"C'mon, kid. I'll take you home," he said, and Sam went with
him, a pit in his stomach.
The wait that next week was a long one. Just as he had done
the week before, Sam met with the investigators, and prepared for
giving video taped testimony about the case, just as the abused
children were doing. His testimony for the prosecution only
described the sex acts he witnessed Trina engaged in and the violence
she suffered during the plan to put an end to it. The defense
lawyers, all of them slick and expensive and decidedly seedy, tried
to get Sam to admit to being just more than 'friends' with Trina, and
he was forced to admit they had sexual relations, but that did little
to change the things he saw and the two boxes of DNA evidence that
tied nearly half the men arrested to their crimes. Eventually Sam's
father was one of those convicted and put away for a long time,
whereas Trina's father received a lesser sentence.
Since there had been a few hours between when Sam and Trina
had barely escaped from the club and when the police mobilized to
raid the location, a lot of evidence they had been forced to leave
behind was destroyed by the man who had shot at them. As such, only
what amounted to an additional box of DNA evidence was recovered and
a handful of men were able to escape any sort of concrete evidence of
having sex with children. However given that nearly everybody
involved was a father of a child who had been raped, they didn't
easily escape punishment either and were charged with child sex
trafficking, which included Trina's father. Plea deals were struck
with almost all of the men, and it was a real circle jerk of pointing
fingers and naming names in exchange for leniency for all except the
most heinous involved. In the end, those who 'got away' with it had
their public images ruined just for being accused.
Finally the weekend came, and with it the time for Sam to
request his visit. Detective Wilson escorted him to the hospital
this time. Since they had to call ahead, his arrival was not a
surprise to Trina's mother, but it was clear that she did not approve
of his being there. All the same, she left he and Trina alone for
the visit. Something looked different about Trina when he saw her,
and it was when he got closer that he saw her hair, which usually had
extended down her back, was now cut to shoulder length.
"Hey," he said.
"Hi Sammy," she answered. "My mom told me you weren't coming
back."
"She told me not to."
"She started making me see that shrink this week. She
insisted you only helped me because of the sex we were having, and
that you were no better than your dad. I told her to go fuck
herself," she said with an infectious grin. "Is your mom on your ass
about it too?"
"No. She's got her hands full with the divorce stuff. I
don't think she wants to even think about me doing that. I talk to
Eve and Darci though. Don't really have a choice since we're all
stuck at home doing the school thing."
"They had to be home-schooled too?"
"Yeah. Everybody knows our dad was involved, so..."
"Oh. Sorry. It's kinda my fault, isn't it?" That took Sam
by surprise.
"It's not your fault at all," Sam insisted, getting a bad
feeling.
"If you hadn't caught me and your dad-"
"Trina, it's not your fault."
"He made me cum, Sam. Not just that one time, but every
time." She wasn't looking at him as she spoke. She actually looked
ashamed. "You don't even know why I was there that day, do you?"
Sam was confused. He knew why, didn't he?
"He won you, in a bet, right?"
"No Sam. Not that time. Your dad paid for it that time. He
made the offer, and I begged my dad to take me there. A good orgasm
and five-hundred bucks to help my dad out? I wasn't going to pass on
that. Didn't you hear what he said to me?" Of course he had, hadn't
he? Sam tried to remember, but only ever heard them talk afterwards.
What had he missed before then?
"Wh-what did my dad say to you?" he asked, now afraid of the
answer.
"I thought you knew...no, I guess you couldn't have. He said
it before he thought he heard something, and you were hiding then,
weren't you? I was his little girl, Sam. I was pretending to be
Darci for him. Your dad paid me to pretend to be your little sister
that day. The club wasn't involved in that at all. I guess I wanted
to get fucked by somebody who looked at me like his own daughter,
even if it was all make believe. At least he did what my dad
wouldn't do to me and treated me like a whore. It's my fault. I'm
why he wanted to start taking Darci to the club. I gave him just a
glimpse at what it would be like to fuck his own daughter, and he
wanted the real thing for free after that. It's all my fault, Sam."
"No, Trina, no, it's not. Stop saying that. They used you,
confused you, made you think that this was normal, but it's not.
None of what happened to you was normal."
"It became normal for me, and now I'm just fucked up, because
my normal is gone, and I don't know how to be everybody else's normal
anymore! I'm just a used broken slut who sold her pussy and now I
can't even do that because I got greedy and got caught and now
everything I went through since I was nine is all fucking
meaningless! All I wanted to do is help, but I couldn't even do that
right!" She was yelling at Sam now, crying, grimacing when her
stitches were stretched as she tried to wipe at her tears. Trina's
mother came running into the room, with Detective Wilson just behind
her.
"Trina, honey! Calm down, baby. Mama's here." She shot a
look at Sam. "Leave."
"N-no, I was trying to tell her she didn't-"
"Leave!" she screamed at him, face showing all her bottled up
rage. A nurse rushed into the room and a few more had come to the
door to see what was going on. Detective Wilson came over and took
Sam by the arm.
"C'mon Sam. Visit's over." Sam was stunned by how suddenly
this had all turned into chaos, and numbly was led towards the door.
He hadn't known any of what Trina told him, and even then, hearing
it, it didn't make any sense to him. She wasn't to blame. He didn't
blame her at all. He had to let her know that, and pulled his arm
away for just a moment from the young blonde detective.
"I don't blame you, Trina!" he called to her where she was
being calmed by her mother and the nurse pushed a syringe of
something into the IV in her arm. He felt Detective Wilson grab him
with both hands on his arms. "I don't blame you, Trina! I love you
no matter what you think!" He thought he heard her wail 'Sammy,' as
he was muscled out the door and away from the room.
"Sit," Detective Wilson told him at the elevator lobby.
"Sorry," Sam muttered, barely in the seat before the elevator
arrived and he was yanked to his feet. "You don't have to be so
rough with me."
"And you didn't have to make me get rough with you," the
detective shot back at him. "What the hell got her so upset anyways?"
"She was blaming herself for what my dad tried to do to my
sister."
"Fuckin' shrinks," the detective muttered under her breath.
Sam looked at her with surprise.
"W-what?"
"Look, her mom doesn't want you around her, and she's got
these guys talking to her, trying to 'help her' by telling her
exactly what they're paid to. I'd put money on them putting the
notion in her head that she was encouraging your dad to get your
little sister involved in all this."
"B-but they're lying to her then! My dad was never interested
in my sister. He never did anything to her himself!"
"I know," Jane sighed. "I talked to Darci myself, and she
told me that your dad never touched her or anything, even after he
kidnapped her that night."
"W-well then can't you do something? You're the police!" Sam
exclaimed incredulously.
"Nope, not a damn thing I can do, because it's not illegal for
them to tell her those things. It's fucked up, I know, but this is
how her mom is trying to drive a wedge between you and her, and from
the sound of things just now, it's working." Sam could tell that
Jane was on his side, and that she felt just as helpless as he did.
"So...what should I do?" he asked.
"You love her?"
"Yeah."
"Just keep telling her that, then. The reason those things
are tearing her up inside is because she loves you back. Nothing
hurts more than thinking that you've done something wrong to the
person you love."
Sam didn't sleep well at all that night. He spent most of the
next week worrying about the next visit, and what would be said, and
if Trina's mom would be mad at him. That Saturday he got his answer,
when Detective Wilson showed up at his door, earlier than needed for
taking him to visit.
"They moved her, Sam. She's in another hospital now, 5 hours
away. I'm sorry, but Detective Johnson and I won't be taking you to
see her any more. It's just too far away." Sam was too stunned to
cry. He didn't see the look of disgust on his mother's face, or the
tears in his sister's eyes when they heard, standing right behind
him. Trina was too far away from him now. Her mother had won the
battle.
A year passed before he saw her again. His father was being
sentenced and Sam and his mom and sisters were in attendance, when
the door opened and in walked Trina along with her mother. She
looked taller, breasts larger, hair shorter, but her face was that
pleasantly smiling mask that he knew from before all of this began.
Whatever emotion she was feeling was hidden away from view, just as
it had been from the first day she had been taken to that club by her
father.
Sam didn't know if she saw him or not, because she never
turned her head his way, but he couldn't stop looking at her. He was
finally distracted when the judge handed down the sentence to his
father that would see him put away until well after Darci would most
likely be legally having consensual sex with her own husband. The
gavel rapped loudly in the courtroom, and everybody stood up to
leave. Sam shot to his feet to try and get to Trina, who had been
seated on the other side of the room, but the crowd slowed him down
and by the time he got there, her mother had whisked her away.
He tried to look for her outside the courtroom, but the hall
was as busy as a train station. It didn't help that the press was
there as well, and made a circus out of everything. Sam knew they
couldn't hound him or his little sister, due to their 'victim' status
that legally protected them from pictures and interviews, but his
mother and Eve, who had since turned 18, were quickly accosted for an
interview.
He sighed and slumped down on a bench to wait for them to be
finished. He was stuck by how affected he was from seeing her
suddenly like that. He hadn't been expecting it at all, and the
excitement and adrenaline he felt from seeing her again was now
waning and left him with the empty emotions of loss and regret that
had hung over him since that last time he saw her in the hospital.
A familiar hand clapped him on the shoulder, and he looked up
to see Detective Johnson standing over him. "Come with me," he said.
"We got you two a few minutes." It took a moment before Sam realized
what he meant, and jumped to his feet. The imposing detective led
Sam away from the media throng to a door that was placed
conspicuously close to the ladies restroom, outside of which stood
Trina's mother. She saw Sam approaching, and turned away, as though
he wasn't there at all, and went into the restroom herself. "Great,"
muttered Detective Johnson, and hurried Sam into the room next-door.
Trina was seated at the table when he entered, and rose to her
feet and rushed at him with open arms, embracing him tightly. "You
guys got maybe 5 minutes," Detective Johnson said. "She saw us," he
added addressing the back of the room, and Sam realized for the first
time that Detective Jane Wilson had been there with Trina. She
nodded and went through a door at the back of the room that obviously
led to the adjacent restroom. Detective Johnson held up 5 fingers to
Sam, and then went back out the front door, leaving them alone.
A long silence passed as the two young teenagers just held
each other in their arms, feeling the warmth of each other's body
against them for the first time in a long time. Sam was a mix of
emotions. He felt elation at being with Trina again, renewed anger
at her mother for tearing them apart, sadness for the time lost, and,
least important above all else at this moment, sexual arousal at the
feel of his lover's body once again. He felt tears roll down his
cheeks, and even if they just spent the next 5 minutes hugging in
complete silence, he would be content with that alone.
He felt her body shudder as she cried quietly with her face
buried in the side of his neck, which reminded him of his own growth
spurt in the last year, putting him a few inches taller than she was.
A funny thought struck him, and he tightened his arms around her,
lifting her off her feet barely an inch. "Sammy," she giggled
through her tears. "You got bigger."
"So did you," he said, letting it go unsaid that the soft feel
of her breasts were behind that reply, but something in her smile
when she looked up at him told him that she understood the double
entendre. The hand on his crotch also told him that she had a hidden
meaning in her words as well. "I've missed you so much," he told her.
"Me too. I didn't talk to my mom for a month after she moved
us away. When she told me you were bad for me, I slapped her, hard.
She's never mentioned you since then. How are you? How're your
sisters and your mom?"
"They're fine. They're great, you know, considering
everything. We moved too. Mom couldn't stand being in that house
anymore because of what happened there."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. Do you remember what I said that night in the
hospital?"
"Not really." A pained look crossed her face. "We had a
fight, I remember. A fight over what I did, and then I...they put me
under, so it's kind of a blur. I just remember crying and yelling
and then waking up the next day. I guess I tore a few stitches in my
back."
"I told you that it didn't matter. Whatever you thought you
did wrong, I didn't care. I love you, and that's all that matters.
You're not a bad person or at fault for anything, and even if you
were, I wouldn't hate you for it. I know you too well for any of
that to be true."
"Sam, we knew each other barely a month before-"
"I told you that what happened before I knew you didn't
matter. You were doing it for a good reason, remember? To help your
dad?"
"Yeah, but that was never going to actually work. It was just
a lie I told myself."
"You wanted it to work though. Any kid in your position who
was told that would have done the same things if they thought it
would make everything better. He used you and tricked you and lied
to you, and now he's paying for it. Your dad, my dad, all the
others; they're all paying because they're something you're not.
I'll never look at you and think anything different. You have a
different face with me, your real face. I got to know your real face
after only a month, and I loved seeing it every time."
"M-my face?" Trina asked, perplexed, as though she didn't
understand.
"The way you looked when you were with those teachers, or my
dad, or in front of my mom or your mom, or...or...anybody! It's
different with me. It's like...like you're relaxed. Like you know
you're safe and everything is ok so you take off that mask and you
would smile so beautifully. That's the Trina I knew for a month, and
I love her and I'll never stop."
"S-Sam, I-I..." she stuttered, tears rolling down her cheeks.
The door at the back of the room opened and Detective Wilson appeared
through it with Trina's mother right behind her.
"Trina, we're leaving," her mother said with muted anger. Sam
felt her arms weaken around him and he saw her face change now that
her mother was in the room to conceal her emotions behind that close-
mouthed smile that only looked happy. He kissed her, and felt her
tension melt away on his lips until her mother's hand pulled her away
by the shoulder and he saw Trina's real face again for that instant
before she was hastily steered out of the room.
"Sorry, Sam," Detective Wilson said, coming over to him. "I
held her off as long as I could."
"I know. Thanks."
Four months later it was the start of Spring, and the air
still had a crisp coolness to it as well as the warmth of the sun.
Sam's mom had gotten a new job 2 months earlier, and so in barely a
year the family moved a 2nd time. Sam didn't mind moving so much,
since the previous move was just to another house in the same city,
so he had to still contend with some of the looks and whispers from
people who knew him and what had happened to his father. This most
recent move though took them to another community altogether, where
he and his sister, Darci, were more or less anonymous. Eve was in
her first year of college, and enjoyed anonymity along with her
freedom from living under their mother's roof.
This new city was nice, slightly larger than the old one, but
had more of a small town feel to it. Sam had quickly made new
friends at school and had even been approached by a few girls who
were interested in a date. Sam had turned them down of course,
telling them that he already had a girlfriend from before his move,
but he had gotten the impression from more than one of them that they
might have done whatever was needed to make him forget about Trina.
In the coming fall, high school was looming, and along with it was
the peer pressure of teenage sexuality.
That troubled him to some small degree. He'd turned 14
shortly after the move, as had Trina just a few days after their
meeting in the courthouse. He remembered from back in the hospital
that she'd said her mother was going to send her to a private girls'
school, but he really didn't know if that's where she was. It wasn't
that he didn't trust her if she was going to a normal school with
boys in it, but he knew what kind of a libido she had, and if the
temptation was there...he didn't like to think about it.
Not a day went by that he didn't think about Trina though,
most often on his way home from school. It was a walk of about two
miles for him, one that he made twice a day, but he was grateful for
the time it gave him alone with his thoughts. A lot of those
thoughts he intended to put down on paper, just in case he was ever
able to find a way to send them to Trina, but often it was hard to
find the time after doing homework, and he only had a few pages
jotted down. Among them were musings about the future he'd like to
spend with her, as well as some commentary about how he was probably
the only 14-year old in his school who was thinking about something
as serious as his adult life already. He had shared some of those
thoughts with Eve when she came home over Spring Break, and she
pointed out that what he had been through was the kind of thing that
tended to cause a kid to grow up faster. He couldn't disagree, and
in the case of all those abused kids like Trina, it was truer for
them than it was for him.
It was on this day that he found himself concerned with what
seemed like the futility of the situation. It had been only 4 months
since he'd last seen Trina, and before that it had been a little over
a year since they had seen each other, but combined with his move and
the close of the legal case against his father and the end of any
involvement that Trina would probably have with it, he just couldn't
see how they might find each other again. For all he knew, Trina's
mother had picked up and moved them to the other side of the planet
just to keep her away from him. Her mother's actions just seemed so
irrational to him. He hadn't done anything bad to Trina, but it was
like her mother equated him with his father. It wasn't fair, and it
never was no matter how many times he tried to see it from her side
of things.
A car horn from behind shook him out of his thoughts, and he
turned to see a SUV with police emblems on it pulling over to the
curb where he was standing on the sidewalk. Through the windshield
he saw a young blonde haired woman behind the wheel, who's identity
came as a shock considering she should have been almost 150 miles
away. "Hello there, Sam," said Detective Jane Wilson. "Want a
ride?" She raised her hand, pointing her thumb over her shoulder at
the backseat.
"S-sure," Sam accepted, stunned at seeing her here, where he
was certain she had no jurisdiction. He approached the door with the
tinted window, opened it, and received an even bigger shock. She
wore a blue sweater vest over a white blouse, navy blue skirt that
covered down to her knees, and long white socks that hid what the
skirt did not. What she wore on her face was what really made his
heart skip a beat. There was no trace of her enigmatic emotion
hiding smile that she had shown to the world for those 3 years that
her body had been used and defiled by men who saw her only as
something to be traded and won instead of money. In the backseat of
that police SUV, 14-year old Trina Reed had a big smile with tears of
liquid emotion rolling down her face.
"Trina!" Sam exclaimed, nearly tripping as he transitioned
from sidewalk to SUV in his haste to have her in his arms again.
"Surprise Sammy!" she sang, voice breaking the moment they
embraced.
"I...what...what are you guys doing here?" he asked, still not
believing this was real.
"Buckle in and close the door," Jane said from the front.
"We'll explain on the way if you two can keep from making out the
entire time." Sam and Trina grinned at each other and shared a kiss
before Sam leaned over and closed the door. Trina had been sitting
in the middle seat with the long seatbelt, so Sam scooted up close to
her and they belted in together. "You know, that's probably not
legal, but then again, we're kind of breaking a shit-ton of rules
anyways, so try not to die if I hit something, ok?" Jane told the
happy couple, and pulled away from the curb. Sam and Trina could
only laugh at that black humor, and snuggled in close together in
each other's arms.
"So, uh...gosh, where do we start?" Trina asked the woman in
the driver's seat. "Oh, wait, I know. The courthouse, remember?
That was like, pure luck that Jane saw me going into that restroom,
and it just happened to be next to that room. What was up with that
door into the restroom anyways?"
"It's for security reasons. Say for example somebody in
custody had to take a leak. They could be moved easily from that
room where they might be meeting with a lawyer into the restroom,
which would be checked and locked down first. It's better than
taking them out into the corridor where the general public is and
somebody might be waiting to hurt them," Jane explained.
"Oh, crazy. So, anyways, we got that brief little meeting,
and then my mom dragged me out of there, but what she didn't know was
that Jane gave me her phone number, so we've been talking a lot since
then. Did you know Jane was abused as a kid too, and that other
detective, Johnson, the big black guy, he was the cop who saved her!
Then she grew up and became a detective and they got married, right?!
That just totally blew my mind when she told me." The words flew out
of Trina's mouth at such a high rate that Sam was almost worried
about her.
"But, uh, so, we talked a lot about you, and tried to think of
some ways that I could get out to see you. Oh, I think I told you in
the hospital that my mom wanted to send me to this all-girls school,
well that's where I am now. It's a boarding school, so I actually
live there with a roommate and shit. Sam, that place is full of
horny lesbians, I am not kidding. I have licked so much pussy, it's
kinda hilarious. But, uh, like so I live there, and only see my mom
like once a month, so she's like my period only worse...sorry, gross,
right?" Trina giggled and squeezed Sam tight in her arms. "God,
I've missed you. Jane, tell him the rest, I wanna kiss him some more."
"Keep your panties on, Tri," Jane sighed. "So we got to
talking about how to get you two together. By the way, her school is
4 hours both ways from where you guys used to live, so this was no
small effort, and then another hour just to get her here to you."
"W-wait," Sam interrupted. "You're going to school only an
hour away from me?" he asked Trina.
"I know! Crazy, right? Even crazier because when you moved
here, we didn't really know where you went, and Jane couldn't afford
to get caught using her authority to track you down, so you were
like, lost until Jane saw your big sis."
"Eve?" Sam wondered how she figured into this.
"I was doing a lecture at her college about avoiding date-rape
and that kind of stuff, and she came up to me there," Jane explained.
"That was about a month ago. I sort of took our best guess when and
where you might be going to school, the route you'd be walking home,
and it took about 30 minutes of random driving around before Trina
spotted you."
"Yeah, but before that, Jane had to drive allll the way to my
school, and then make up some reason to take me out of there, which
is like, illegal because she had to lie to them," Trina giggled.
"Hey! We're not talking about that, ok?" Jane interjected.
"This is all off the record, so you two had better keep your mouths
shut about my involvement in this." Jane stopped the SUV and shut
off the engine. Sam looked out the windows, wondering where they
were before recognizing it as a park he'd gone to with his mother and
Darci a few weeks ago. "Ok, listen up you guys. I'm going to go for
a little walk, pick up some litter, scare some kids for smoking. You
two behave while I have my eyes off you. If I get back here and find
any stains in that backseat-"
"You brought us a towel, remember?" Trina said, sticking her
tongue out and picking up a folded towel from the floor.
"I did no such thing," Jane answered with an air of innocence.
"It just happened to be back there. You guys have 20 minutes. Make
it good." With that, she got out of the driver's seat, and left a
pair of grinning 14-year olds alone behind the tinted windows of the
law enforcement vehicle.
As soon as the seatbelt that held them back was released, Sam
and Trina became a tornado of hands pulling and unbuttoning and
unzipping and grabbing and squeezing and touching and spreading.
Trina's sighing moan of "Sammy" when Sam's fingers entered her was
like music to his ears. She was wet and ready for him, and judging
by the state of her pure white school uniform panties that hung
around one ankle, she had been ready for quite a while.
"God, Sammy, get your fingers out of me and put in what I
really want," she begged, flexing her pelvic muscles enticingly.
"I've had fingers, candles, markers, tongues, bottles, and somehow
one of the girls managed to sneak an actual veiny cock shaped
vibrator into the dorms, but none of them were as good as what you've
got." Sam withdrew his fingers and Trina grabbed his wrist to suck
them clean. "I don't even like my own taste," she told him with a
down right devilish grin, "but I'm too fucking horny to care."
Sam pushed his jeans and briefs down while Trina got the towel
in place, and then lay back on the seat, her blouse open and her bra
pushed up to under her neck so that her B-cup breasts could be bare.
She spread her legs, one of them up against the seatback, the other
bent hanging over the edge, her school uniform skirt pulled up to
expose her bald pussy. "You shaved it?" Sam said with surprise. She
had soft dark hairs on her mound every time he'd seen it before, and
he'd never minded how it looked then, so to see that her nethers now
resembled his little sister the last time she had been careless
following a bath came as a surprise.
"You should see us, Sam. A bunch of teenage girls shaving our
twats in the showers, passing the razor around," she said, gazing at
his now bigger, thicker cock. "I don't want to even think about
pussy though right now. Fuck me, Sammy." Sam moved up onto her, and
felt her hand grab and guide. After over a year and a half of
absence, uncertainty and doubt, Sam felt Trina's soft wet pussy wrap
around him and took away all his worries and fears. He groaned as
his five inches sunk in and watched as Trina's mouth opened in
pleasure and then smiled up at him. "I fuckin missed you, Sammy,"
she said and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling his lower
body snug with hers.
They lay still like that for what seemed like forever, just
soaking in the feeling of their bodies being connected once again.
Any movements were strictly involuntary but provoked the both of them
to moan or groan and then laugh at how silly they sounded, and then
they had to try not to fall off the seat, which was annoyingly narrow
for this sort of thing. It was something of a balancing act, with
both of them keeping their weight shifted against the back of the
bench seat, but at the same time Sam was consciously trying not to
just lay on Trina and make it too uncomfortable for her. He felt her
hands rubbing his back, and would occasionally tense in place anytime
his hips would move on their own.
"Sammy," she said at last, "there's been nobody else, right?"
Hearing her ask that felt like he was listening to his own thoughts
since they were separated. Just as he had worried that Trina might
have found some other boy, Trina had been worried that he had found
some other girl.
"No. Only you," he answered, and felt her squeeze
appreciatively to the answer. "Some tried, but they weren't you.
I've thought only of you. Even when I was alone, using my hand, it
was only you." He felt his cock throb, pulsing inside her, his hips
pressing, pushing deep. He didn't want to hold still inside of the
girl he loved any longer, and so he moved.
"Good, Sammy...good," Trina groaned, her legs tightening
around him, pelvic muscles tightening as he started to thrust back
and forth. "You're so big...your dick got so big...fuck me with your
big cock," she asked of him, her language salty as always, a lasting
effect of her years of sexual slavery and being coached into what to
say by those who only wanted to use her body for their own release.
Her virginity and innocence had been taken by those men, dozens of
them having known her before Sam came along, but of all of them, only
Sam knew her now after she was free.
That first time she had just undressed and laid there for him,
though it was her own choice to do so as a reward of sorts. Every
time after that though, Trina hadn't been just a warm wet place to
stick it. Her body would react and move and enjoyed his touch and
penetration. She had orgasmed that second time they'd done it, but
it was done in the same pose as she'd let the cruel teacher use her,
and even then it was only after Sam had cum inside of her. It was in
his arms on the floor of that same classroom during their third time
that she became a participant in sex, not orgasming, but genuinely
enjoying just the act of mating with him, and needing only to
experience his enjoyment to feel her own satisfaction. Finally, on
his bed, their bodies entwined, each of them consumed with passion
and the pure desire to just be together despite all the risks, there
she came first, empowered and really satisfied sexually for the first
time in her young life. She clung to him after that act, just as she
clung to him now. Sam was the only one to know Trina when her life
was as bleak as it could be and then to be with her now when tomorrow
was no longer something to be feared.
The wet squishing sound of their sex filled the cabin of the
police SUV as Sam plunged within her over and over, Trina now crying
out with every drive. "Sammy...Sammy, I love you, Sammy, I...I...oh
god!" From the legs around his waist to the walls of her love canal
to the nipples on her breasts against his chest to the panting and
squealing in his ear, Sam experienced Trina's full body climaxing
against his. The full length of her body shuddered in joy, and
though Sam wished he could prolong this moment forever, the
sensations of Trina's second oncoming orgasm pulled him over the edge
and with a final thrust he felt the tip of his cock brush against her
womb, and he came harder than he ever had before.
"I'm cumming, Trina," he gasped, hips bucking and jerking with
every spurt, Trina crying out when she felt it flood within her.
"All of it, Sammy, give me all of it!" she grunted and cried,
gasping to catch her breath as Sam shook and jolted to the completion
of their love making. "Oh Sammy, I love you Sammy," her voice
getting higher as she began to cry. Sam didn't need to ask why her
tears were flowing, because his were as well. As wonderful as this
moment of reunion was for them, it was rapidly coming to an end for
now.
They lay together, kissing and crying through the afterglow.
Sam was certain that Trina must be uncomfortable by now, the seatbelt
buckle no doubt uncomfortably pressing into her side or her back, but
he knew she wouldn't complain as long as it meant they could hold
each other and build their memories up before they were once again
torn apart. In all they had less than 5 minutes remaining to them
before Jane returned, sticking her head briefly in from the driver's
door, comically wrinkling her nose at the smell, and telling them to
get cleaned up and dressed.
The ride to drop Sam off near his house was a quiet one, the
mood more somber as it was to end this fleeting reunion, but still
heavy with emotion and love. He and Trina again sat together in the
middle, arms around each other, the long seatbelt across their laps,
only this time with the towel under Trina to absorb the flow back.
The SUV pulled up to the curb outside the subdivision, 4 blocks from
his home to avoid being seen getting out of a marked police vehicle.
They shared one final long kiss and wiped at each other's tears
before the door opened, and Sam stepped out to the curb.
He stood there, hand on the door, taking a last look at Trina
for now, when she yelled, "Wait!" to him. She turned to the side and
came back tossing a piece of white cloth at him, her panties.
"They'll just get ruined if I put them back on now," she said. "Be
sure you give them back to me next time!" She blew him a kiss,
nodded with a sniff and a brave smile, and Sam closed the door,
holding back tears as Jane pulled away and drove off down the road.
Sam didn't move from that spot until he could no longer see them.
After what felt like the longest walk home, he found Darci
sitting on the front step waiting for him to unlock the door. She
was 10 now, her birthday being in August, and in the 5th grade.
"You're late," she scowled at him. Generally speaking they would
arrive walking home from their respective schools at roughly the same
time.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," he said stepping up beside her and
reaching into his pocket to get out the key.
"You smell funny," she said, leaning in close to him and
sniffing. "You smell like...uh..." she seemed to be looking for the
right word, but Sam could also tell that she also was quickly
becoming embarrassed by what her young mind was connecting the scent
with in what was certainly a very limited base of experience.
"I smell like what, Darc?" he asked, trying not to smirk.
"You, uh...you just smell!" she said, holding her nose and
pushing past him into the house once the door opened. She went
straight to her room and closed the door, no doubt to try and compare
scents in private. Sam stashed Trina's underwear in his room and
went to take a shower before his mom and her more experienced nose
got home.
While he didn't expect to see Trina the next day or even the
next week, given how long a trip it was for Jane to make just so a
couple of teenagers could make love in a police SUV, Sam remained
hopeful on every walk home that a honk from behind was coming. Once
a car did honk it's horn behind him, and he spun around so quickly he
was sure he got whiplash, only to be disappointed to see that it was
just a driver trying to scare a couple of crossing ducks out of the
middle of the road.
April passed, and so did May. It was now the second to last
week of school, and the sun was oppressively glaring down on Sam on
his walk home. He still had not seen Trina, and he was beginning to
wonder if he would again over the summer or if she would be going
home to her mother where presumably Jane would be unable to sneak her
away for another illicit rendezvous. He spotted his sister further
down the road walking towards him, on her own walk home from school.
She would reach the house first, and he saw that when she did, she
seemed to pause a moment looking at something else before looking his
direction and then going to the front door. He wasn't really sure
what that was about until he too reached the house and saw his
mother's car parked under the canopy of the carport beside it. She
was home almost 2 hours early.
Sam walked in the front door and called out, "Mom, you're home?"
"I'm in here, Samuel," came the response from the dining room,
which chilled him to hear his full first name. That was all he
needed to hear to know that he should join her. She was seated at
the table, her face looking aged and weary, even more so than usual
after everything that had happened. Before her on the table lay a
folded letter. She pushed it across the table towards him. "Would
you care to explain to me this letter I received today from Mrs.
Reed's lawyer requesting that you take a paternity test?" Sam's
mouth dropped open in shock, and then turned into a broad smile.
Born a few days before Christmas, two weeks after Trina's 15th
birthday, they named her Sadie.
The End
Author's Note: Wow, I finished one. It's been a little over 8 years
since I last finished a story. Give me a moment to just sort of feel
the relief here at getting this one of many monkeys off my back and
out of my head finally. I started this one in January 2013 after
coming upon a roleplay profile on a fantasy roleplaying site. It
described a girl who was in much the same situation that Trina was in
with her father, using her body to pay his gambling debts. I
immediately requested a roleplay session with the owner of that
profile, but never got a response. Three days later, I opened up
Word and started typing. I did run into a spell of writer's block
when trying to come up with how exactly three kids could take down a
corrupt sex club that possibly had some connections to the mafia and
organized crime, but I think I solved that satisfactorily.
Again, let me say, holy crap, I'm done!
Thanks for reading, and feedback is always welcome.
Hardguy
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May 23, 2014
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and
incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used
fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or
persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.