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Copyright 2004 Rachael Ross all rights reserved.

Please see chapter one for story codes and important background
information. I strongly suggest you do not read this chapter without
first reading the previous twenty One chapters.

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Girl Fag
by Rachael

Chapter Twenty Two


"Hey Annie." Henry was in the kitchen, doing homework at the table.
He was trying to get on my good side again. "You got like 10 phone
calls."

"I did?" That made me pause.

"Yeah, uh Kyle, Matt, Lance, John, Josh, Jane, Julie and um...oh,
Steve called and..." He was rattling them off on his fingers.

"Steve who?" I asked.

"Steve your brother." He gave me a funny look, but he didn't
really know Little Steve anyway. "And some guy I never heard of."

"What was his name?"

"I can't remember." He shrugged.

"Henry!" I stared at him. "What did he want?"

"He wanted to talk to you, I dunno." Henry rubbed his head with the
eraser end of his pencil. "He said he'd call back anyway. You need
an answering machine."

The door was opening and Scott was coming in, but I didn't look at
him.

"That's why I got you, Henry." I smiled, even though I really
wished he woulda wrote the guy's name down. It coulda been anyone
about anything.

I left the kitchen quickly, feeling a little tense with Scott there,
and went up to the bathroom. I really needed to clean my butt!

I shoulda locked the door, but that was a habit I'd never gotten
into, but I wished I had when Scott came into the bathroom. He locked
it though, flipped the toilet lid down and sat on it, elbows on his
knees, leaning forward a little, and just looking at me.

I was naked of course and I had a soapy finger way up inside my ass. I
stopped wiggling it, but I didn't pull it out. I just ignored him
mostly, or tried to anyway, but it was hard.

"I'm taking a bath here." I said. "Either get in or get out."
I meant it sorta jokingly, but it didn't sound very funny. It just
made me sound like a bitch, mostly.

"Why were you making out with that guy?" Scott said, ignoring all
the little chit-chat and getting right to it. He was good at that; well
all my brothers were good at that, except David maybe. He could beat
around the bush with the best of them, when he wanted to.

"We weren't making out." I sighed, pulling my finger out of my
butt and then using more soap to wash down there some more. I really
needed like a little brush or something, a soft round one.

"What do you call it then?" Scott asked reasonably.

"We were just kissing a little." I shrugged. "So what?"

"So, he's old enough to be your dad, for one thing..."

"Yeah, so's Coach."

"...He's your friend's dad, for another..."

"Little Steve knows already."

"...and he's married, right?"

"Yeah." I frowned a little. "That's her problem." Meaning it
was Donna Sawyer's problem that her husband was fucking me.

"None of that makes any difference to you?" Scott looked like he
didn't believe me.

"I like him and he likes me." I told my brother, finally looking at
him. "We're not hurting anybody."

"You might be, how do you know? Did you ask his wife?"

"People do it all the time, Scott. Jesus, you act like it's a huge
crime to kiss a guy just cause he's married. I don't know what's
going on. Maybe they're getting a divorce or something. Maybe she's
got a boyfriend, who knows?"

"How many boyfriends do you have now?"

"That's none of your business." I stared at him, I didn't have
any, really, but if he meant how many different guys had I had sex
with? It was a lot.

"How about girlfriends?" Scott was shaking his head. "You
probably don't even know, do you? You'd have to get a paper and pen
to figure it out."

He was being mean and it made me mad. "Shut-up. You can't talk
anyway, you took me to the highway remember? You're the one who said
it was okay to have fun. So don't act like you're my dad or
something, you're not!"

Scott looked like he was gonna say something we were gonna regret for a
second, but he didn't. Probably because I just had, and I was feeling
bad about it already. But I thought I was sorta right too.

"It's okay having fun, having a boyfriend or a girlfriend, or
whatever. But you're fucking every guy who asks..."

"No I don't..."

"...Just try saying no once in awhile, it'll make saying yes even
more special. Figure out who you want to be with and be with them,
that's all I'm saying. You don't wanna be with your friend's
dad, do you?"

"I don't know." I frowned and looked down at my body all
distorted and rubbery under the water.

"Look, you got Jane and Julie, right? You keep saying you love them,
so be with them. Forget having a boyfriend and just be with the people
you love."

"But I feel like..." I sighed.

"What?" Scott had stayed calm, speaking softly and making sense,
and it was calming me down too.

"I just feel like I love everybody sometimes." I shrugged. "Like
when I'm with them, you know?"

"That's just what happens when you feel good. Everybody feels like
that. When you get older you figure out you gotta avoid feeling
good." Scott laughed and I shook my head at him, smiling.

"That doesn't make any sense."

"I know." Scott scratched his nose. "Lots of stuff don't make
sense. Like being with Dan Sawyer, it just isn't gonna work."

"He's got pictures of me." I told my brother.

"What?" I think Scott meant like naked pictures because he really
looked pissed for a second.

"Like from magazines. I think he's got pictures from every magazine
I was ever in." I giggled a little. "They're in his garage, sorta
pasted up on the wall."

"That's kinda...weird." Scott said slowly.

"Yeah." I nodded. "But I don't know, I sorta like it. I mean he
must really love me, right?" I knew this wasn't what Scott wanted
to hear, but I was saying it anyway.

"Or something." Scott said. "He better hope dad doesn't ever
stop by his place and see that."

"Oh man!" I covered my mouth, thinking about it.

"And you better hope pops don't see your tits anytime in the next 4
or 5 years too." Scott shook his head, looking at my breasts.

I glanced down at my body having forgotten for the moment about my
nipple rings. Most of my brothers knew about them already anyway, but I
guessed Scott hadn't heard. That was typical though, Scott wasn't
always in the loop with my other brothers since he sorta stuck to
himself a lot.

Anyway, Scott had made his point, and I got it. I just wasn't sure
what I was gonna do about it. I didn't know what I felt for Mr.
Sawyer. I hardly knew him at all, but we'd already had sex. Twice.
And I knew I'd liked that a lot, I just wish I knew him better.

I threw on some shorts and a t-shirt and called Julie as soon as my
bath was done. I could have called Jane too, cause it was sort of a
toss up which one I missed the most. I wish I could have talked to them
both at the same time, really, or not even talked maybe. I just wanted
to be with them. Scott was right about that, if I had to decide, Jane
and Julie were gonna win over anyone else. Even Steve and Lisa, except
I knew they wouldn't ever make me choose. That was the nice thing
about being Steve's sister. He was pretty much stuck with me.

"Hey." I said softly, feeling much better just hearing her answer
the phone. "What'cha doing?"

"Oh, hi!" Julie was smiling, I could tell. "I called earlier but
you weren't home."

"Yeah, my brother told me. I was over at a friend's house." I
said, not really wanting to talk about that very much.

"A friend's house, huh?" She sort of paused for a heartbeat.
"Anybody I know?"

I thought maybe Julie thought I was seeing Jane. I still didn't
really know what their deal was, how they'd arranged to share me, but
I had the sense that they were supposed to know what was going on, if
they couldn't be with me at the same time. It made me feel special, I
suppose, and loved, but it made me nervous too. I really wanted them to
be best friends, but it wasn't up to me no matter how hard I tried.

"I don't think so. His name's Steve, I was looking at his dad's
car."

"Oh." Julie didn't know and didn't really care about cars, but
that was okay with me. She was my girlfriend, she didn't have to.
"You guys are still coming over tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah, we're coming." I smiled a little to myself. "I miss
you." I said softly. "I really miss you."

"Me too. I wish I lived where you are. You could come to my house and
look at my dad's car too." She sighed theatrically. "Then I
wouldn't have to worry so much."

"Worry?" I laughed. "About what?"

"About you and um, I don't know. I just..." Another sigh. "Can
you come over tonight?" He voice was soft and sweet.

"Um..." I felt a little rush of excitement, but I didn't know if
I could or not. It was late already, like ten o'clock, a little after
even. "It's hard." I said and I felt let down myself. "I wish I
could."

"I just want to see you every day, that's all."

"Me too." We were quiet for a few seconds. "I love you." I told
her and I really meant it. I felt like my heart was going to burst or
something, just sitting there on the phone. I missed her so much I
thought I was dying.

"I love you too." Julie whispered, and then we were quiet for a
couple minutes.

"Hey." I said finally.

"What?"

"Are your nipples sore?" I said it seriously, but then I was
laughing and so was she.

"Yeah." Julie was probably blushing and I could envision her
beautiful white skin turning pink. "Really sore. They're hard too.
All the time."

"Mine too." I sighed, smiling to myself, glad we were sharing even
something as silly as that.

"We're going horseback riding Saturday right?" Julie asked me
slowly. "In the morning, before your football game?"

"Yeah." I was nodding. "I have to call Jane tonight, but it
won't be a problem. Are your parents coming?"

"Uh-huh, they're excited about it." Julie laughed. "You um, you
didn't talk to Jane today?"

"Nope, not yet. I called you first." I smiled, knowing Julie would
like that a lot. "You think I shoulda called her first?"

Julie didn't answer me though, knowing I was teasing her. "She's
so pretty."

"Yeah." I agreed. "And so are you."

"Really?" Julie asked, like she didn't believe me.

"Yeah, really." I laughed gently. "All my friends are totally
jealous."

"Because of Jane?"

"No, uh-uh, because of both of you." I was really wishing Julie
wouldn't worry about Jane so much.

"Your friends don't even know me." Julie protested.

"Kyle does." I told her. "He wanted me to hook you up with
him."

"Denise likes him." She giggled. "I already have a boyfriend."

"Yeah, I told him that, but he likes you." I sighed a little. "He
was a little mad at me."

"Because of me?" Julie gasped, just a little one.

"Yeah." I shrugged to myself. "He's over it now; he called and
apologized like 20 times." I laughed.

"Mmmm..." Julie was moving around. "I don't want anyone to get
mad at you."

"Me neither."

"I wish it was tomorrow already." Julie paused and then giggled
softly. "I want you to do it." She whispered so softly I could
barely hear her.

"Do what?" I lowered my voice too.

"You know what..." She said playfully. "We're gonna do it,
right?"

"Yeah...we are." I felt myself getting moist and my nipples itched,
well they'd been itching all day it seemed like.

"With Jane..." Julie was breathing a little harder.
"...watching."

"Yeah." I took a sharp breath, shifting my body and squeezing my
thighs together a little.

"I think about it all the time." Julie told me. "I wish I let you
do it before."

"I don't." I told her. "It's gonna be better this way."

"Oh yeah..." She sighed. "If you come over tonight we can do
it."

"Jane wants to see it." I said slowly. "She wants to watch."

"I know..." Julie sighed.

"Besides, your parents might freak out if I came over in the middle
of the night." I laughed.

Julie laughed too. "They might, but they're not home."

"Really?" I sorta blinked at that.

"Yeah, they went to somebody's house like an hour ago." Julie
said. "Probably be gone all night. They do that sometimes."

"Oh. That's kinda weird." I said, but thinking Julie's parents
were weird anyway. My heart was beating a little harder and I was
really trying to figure out how I might get to Beaverton, but it was
late and I had to be up early and I didn't want to be tired Friday
night, that was for sure.

"Sure you can't come over?" Julie teased me softly.

"Tomorrow." I promised with a sigh.

It was quarter to eleven before I got off the phone with Julie, and
then only because Henry came back into the kitchen looking for
something to snack on. Mark and David were out, Steve was gone
someplace with his new fiancé, Greg was in the garage helping Daddy,
Scott was out there too, and I was calling Jane.

"You think of that guy's name yet?" I asked my brother.

"Nope. I think it was like pants or something." Henry was digging
through the refrigerator.

"Pants?" I looked at him like he was crazy and I didn't get to
say anything else. "Hey girl." I smiled into the phone and turned
my back to Henry.

"Hi..." Jane's voice was soft and sexy. "...I just tried
calling you, but your phone's been busy."

"Yeah. I was talking to Julie."

"I bet." Jane giggled.

"What're you doing?" I asked, settling back down on the floor and
wishing Henry wasn't so nosey. He was making a peanut butter and
jelly sandwich, but taking his time about it. Like he had to get that
peanut butter on the bread just right or something.

"Playing with my nipples."

"Ouch!" I laughed. "Mine hurt."

"Mine too." Jane gave me a little sigh. "I like it though..."

"Me too..."

"It makes my pussy wet..." Jane whispered.

"Oh yeah?" I dropped my voice really low. "Are you playing with
it?"

"Do you want me to?" She giggled. "I will...I'll do anything
you want."

"I know..."

I spent half an hour listening to Jane masturbate for me, wishing I
could have joined her. My pussy was getting more and more wet and Henry
was just watching me fidget on the kitchen floor. It was totally
frustrating and Henry wasn't going to get on my good side like that.

"Didn't you ever hear of giving somebody some privacy?" I stared
at him and my brother just shrugged and finally left, now that my phone
call with Jane was over.

I thought about calling my friends, but it was getting late and there
wasn't gonna be enough time to call all of them. And I'd see them
at school anyway, except for Kyle. I probably should have called him,
especially since I was taking off Saturday afternoon for that little
road trip with Steve and Lisa. Thinking about that made me think about
Seattle, since we were gonna be spending a night there, I think cause
Steve and Lisa wanted to have some fun together in the big city. But
Seattle was where that Monica girl was too, Little Steve's old
girlfriend, and my sorta twin, if I believed everything I'd heard
about her.

I looked at the clock and it was like 2 minutes before eleven and I
wondered if that was too late to be calling a total stranger. I decided
it probably was, but I did it anyway. I mean if she was like my twin
sister, well, she should be up, right? It was bad logic, but I was
really wondering what she was like, and not just that, I was wondering
about Little Steve's family too. It wasn't like I could ask around
Squinosha, nobody here had even heard of the Sawyers until a few months
ago when they'd moved in. Monica knew them though.

I had to dig the number out of my backpack, where'd I'd stashed it
after Steve had given it to me at school. I glanced at the clock again,
like I was nervous about the time, but I think that was just my excuse.
I was nervous about other stuff more than that. There wasn't anything
else I could do though, so I took a deep breath and dialed the number.

The phone answered after two rings, but it was an answering machine.

"I'm Monica...And I'm Stacy...And this is the beep..." I heard
to female voices, giggling playfully, and then the short tone that
meant the machine was recording.

"Uh, hi Monica. This is Ann, um, Steve's friend. I was just calling
to..."

"Hey Ann, this is Monica." A girl's voice interrupted me. She
sounded a little out of breath, like maybe she'd run up a flight of
stairs or something.

"Oh, hi." I didn't know what to say then. My train of thought had
left the station without me.

"What's up?" She sounded cheerful anyway, pretty relaxed. "Stop
it..." She whispered to someone and I could hear soft giggling.

"Um, I don't know." I laughed nervously and made a face, just for
my own benefit. "I got your phone number from Steve and..."

"Yeah. I told the little twerp to give it to you, he was probably
crying, huh?" She laughed and I sort of narrowed my eyes.

"No, not really." I said slowly. "He was a little shy, I
guess."

"What do you drive?" The girl asked me, maybe bored with talking
about Steve already, I wasn't sure.

"Huh?"

"Stevie said you're into cars, so...what do you drive?" There was
more giggling in the background and I was feeling a little lost,
self-conscious maybe.

"I don't drive yet." I said.

"What? Why? How can you be into cars and not drive?"

"Uh, I'm just fourteen?" It wasn't really a question, but I
made it sound like one just to be a smart ass.

"Oh." Monica was quiet for a second. "He didn't say that."

"How old are you?" I asked her.

"Nineteen." She laughed. "You probably thought I was your age,
huh? And I thought you were more like mine."

"Uh yeah." I figured she was like 15 maybe, or 16 tops. Wasn't
that what Steve had said? I couldn't remember. "He said he was your
boyfriend."

"He says that a lot." Monica laughed. "He wishes!"

"What do you mean?" I totally didn't understand anything.

"I was his babysitter." Monica told me, sounding like it was all a
joke. "I had fun with him, you know? Messing around and stuff."

"Oh." I didn't know what that meant.

"I don't have boyfriends." There was more giggling. "I'm not
into it very much."

"I see...." I said slowly, not seeing anything really.

"He's a good little fuck though." Monica laughed. "You fuck him
yet?"

"What?" I gasped and almost dropped the phone.

"I guess not." She was still laughing. "Don't worry about
it."

"I'm not worried or anything, I'm just...confused." I
confessed, sort of thinking I should just hang up the phone.

"About what?" Monica asked seriously.

"About everything." I laughed, but it was all frustration.

"Kids." Monica said, but not to me I don't think, more like to
whoever was sitting next to her giggling all the time. "I don't
like boys, I just like to punish them, you know?"

"You punish boys?" I asked her.

"Yeah, like Steve. He thinks I love him cause I like to hurt him,
like that makes me his girlfriend right?" She chuckled. "It's fun
though, or used to be til he moved anyway."

"You hurt Steve?" I didn't really like that idea a whole lot.

"Yeah, but he likes it. I mean at first I just did it cause I liked
it, I didn't really give a fuck what he thought about it. But he kept
coming back for more." She laughed again. "He's such a total fag
too. God! Hey, he said you were pretty butch."

I felt like I was swimming in quicksand. "He said I was butch?"

"Yeah, well he didn't say it, but he told me about you. He said you
were just like me." Monica paused for a second. "So you're lez
right?"

"Um, sorta. I have a couple girlfriends." I didn't know why I was
telling her that. "I'm a guy mostly, inside, it's just I sorta
look like a girl on the outside."

"Cool." Monica didn't laugh like I expected her to. "Me too. I
totally got screwed when I was born without a dick." She did laugh
then. "I deal with it though."

"Yeah, um...me too." I guessed she didn't really agonize over it
the way I did.

"I fix motorcycles. You into bikes at all?"

"Yeah, I know motorcycles." I was nodding at the phone. "We
pretty much fix anything, me and my brothers. Mostly we build cars
though."

"That's cool. I got a Sportster, you know what that is?" Monica
asked, like maybe she was testing me.

"Uh, yeah." I chuckled. "I did my first conversion when I was
like eleven. Me and my brother Steve."

"You got a brother named Steve?" She laughed, although I didn't
know why that was funny. "What kind of conversion?"

"The Sportster, eight-eighty to twelve hundred, what other kind is
there?" I asked, not trying to be a smart ass. I was just really
curious because maybe there was one I didn't know about.

"Just that one." Monica sounded happy. "So Stevie is your
boyfriend huh?" She decided to get back to our original topic. She
liked to jump around a lot, I noticed.

"Ummm...I don't know yet. I haven't decided." I didn't tell
Monica that the reason I was calling was to help me decide if he was or
not.

"Well, just watch out for his old man, that guy just wants to
fuck." Monica said something muffled to whoever was there with her.
"Yeah, I'll ask...Did he fuck you yet?"

"Steve's dad? Me?" I swallowed nervously. "Ummm..."

"He did, huh!" Monica giggled and clucked her tongue.

"I sorta like him." I said, but I knew she didn't.

"He's okay sometimes, but he can be a dick too." Monica warned
me. "He was always tryin' to get me to do stuff."

"What um...What about Steve's mom? She never found out or
anything?" I asked.

"Donna?" Monica chuckled. "She's worse than him! Oh man, did
she fuck you too? That's crazy, ain't it? I miss her a lot!"

"She's...?" I didn't even know what to say. Little Steve's
mom was a lesbian? She didn't seem like one to me, but what did I
know anyway? The only lesbians I knew were me and my friends.

"I guess you didn't yet." Monica giggled. "You will, she's
pretty hot. That's the only reason I ever let her husband near me,
cause she got me so hot for it I didn't care."

"You and her had sex and then..."

"Yeah, she did me first and then a couple weeks later he was there
too...It was honkin' weird too." Monica paused for a second,
listening to her friend. "Yeah, Donna said they were swingers." She
laughed. "Like they had sex with anybody anytime, or something. I
don't know."

"And Steve, did he um..."

"Did he know? Hell yeah, he knew. His dad was always grabbin' for
me in front of his kids. It was freaky, you know? I just figured they
had the family love thing goin' on or something."

"The family love thing?" I felt dizzy, this was all so bizarre.

"Yeah, you know. Incest and all that? Not my thing, but I don't
care either." Monica paused. "Maybe that's why they move so
much." She laughed. "Or else they're in the witness protection
program."

"Wait..." I was still trying to wrap my brain around everything.
"So Steve and his mom, and Carol and her dad...?"

"Well, I never actually saw anything." Monica giggled. "But it
kinda seemed that way sometimes. I mean who knows? Could be Steve and
his dad and Carol with her mom and all of them all together with the
family dog too for all I know." Monica sighed happily. "Those
people are righteously fucked up!"

"Yeah uh...I guess so..." I didn't know what to say.

"So you live out in East Bumfuck too?" she laughed.

"Where?" I asked and then figured out what she meant. "Uh, yeah,
I guess."

"Too bad. Hey, anyway, I gotta take off. Stacy's gonna throw a fit
if I don't get her off so uh...heh! I'll talk to you later, okay?
Just call me anytime, I ain't hardly home, but it's cool."

"Okay, um sure." I didn't know if I'd ever call her again, to
tell the truth. I'd have to think about that for awhile.

It was almost midnight, but I figured I'd call Josh anyway. His mom
was sleepin, but I think she turned off her hearing aid at night
anyway. Or I hoped she did. I needed to talk with someone a little more
down to earth than Monica had been. I don't know what I'd been
expecting, but whatever it was, it hadn't been her. All that stuff
about Steve and his family really confused me. They seemed so totally
normal. I mean they said Grace before dinner, you know?

The pictures of me were weird though. And the way Steve's dad had
fucked me, like right there in the garage...twice? A normal person
probably wouldn't have done that, not with his wife and kids home. I
kept trying to figure out if Steve's mom had given me any funny looks
or anything, acted strange towards me, and I thought maybe she had. But
that was the problem with thinking like that, you started seeing what
you wanted to see. So I didn't really trust myself. But if Little
Steve knew me and his dad had done it, then it seemed sorta likely his
mom knew about it too. And even Carol, since she'd been giggling and
giving me funny looks for sure. But I'd figured that was just because
she was dating my brother, Greg. Maybe it wasn't though.

"Hello?" Josh had been sleeping and I almost hung up the phone
without saying a word.

"Hey, sleepy head!" I decided I needed cheering up though, and I
don't know, Josh just felt like a pet dog.

I know that sounds bad, maybe even really bad, but I don't mean it in
a bad way at all. I just mean that Josh seemed like one of those
friends, the special kind, that you could sorta abuse in a friendly
way. Like calling him at midnight, and he wouldn't be mad about it. I
hoped I was a friend like that, but I knew it wasn't easy going from
dead sleep to wide awake and smiling just cause some idiot was calling.
Even if that idiot was your friend. But that was another reason I liked
Josh so much; he could do it.

"Oh, hey Ann. I was asleep."

"I can tell, sorry about waking you up, Josh." I said, and I was
too.

"It's okay." He yawned a little. "My truck works great."

"Oh yeah? Cool. I told ya before, when I fix somethin it stays
fixed." I giggled a little, feeling better already.

"I know. Ma baked some pies today, she said to make sure I gave one
to Scott for fixin our water heater. That's working good too."

"Oh yeah? You're mom's so cool, Josh. What kind?"

"Uh, apple pie, she used the really green ones too." Josh laughed.
"It's good, like sweet and sour all at once. I'll bring it by for
you guys tomorrow."

"Awww...I'll be in Beaverton tomorrow. You bring it around here and
it'll be gone by the time I get back. My brothers are pigs for
pie." And they were too, an apple pie had as much chance of surviving
10 minutes on the kitchen counter as...well, as nothing. It wouldn't.

"Oh, um...are you hungry? I could bring it around right now, if you
want." Steve offered, and he would too, for no other reason than I
wanted a piece of his mom's apple pie.

"You sure?" I asked, feeling like a weasel, just a bit. Was I
really gonna make Josh drive all the way over here to deliver a pie?

"Yeah. I'm up now!" Josh laughed. "Kinda hungry too."

"Well, sure, bring it over then!" I giggled.

"Okay, see ya in 10 minutes."

"Bye." I hung up the phone feeling a hundred times better than I
had talking to Monica. I almost forget all about her, but that was
sorta impossible.

I put my bare feet in a pair of boots and figured I'd go see how
daddy was doing while I waited for Josh. He'd been out in the garage
all night and probably hadn't even had dinner. He could get like that
and sometimes we had to remind him that enough was enough, even when it
came to cars. But maybe he had eaten too, since Scott and Greg were out
there with him. It was cold outside, especially since I was just
wearing some denim cutoffs and a thin t-shirt. My skin got goosebumps
and my nipples, which were pretty much swollen anyway, got harder than
heck and really throbbed. The piercings didn't like the cold all that
much, I guessed.

"Hey, wow...Lookin good!" I nodded at the Mercury Cougar which was
really lookin sharp. It was going to the WSU Booster Club early
Saturday morning, like 4am early because they wanted it for the
Cougar's opening game and that was at 1pm in the afternoon.

After I'd gotten the paint done, Daddy had brought it back into the
shop so they could put it all back together. We hadn't torn it down
completely anyway though, so that wasn't as bad as it was sometimes.
It wasn't a real racer either, so there wasn't a lot of tricked out
stuff with the motor or the tranny or anything. That made it easy too.
The original motor had been good, just needing a little work and a lot
of cleaning up. The interior was the big thing and we'd gutted that
car completely. It wasn't a show car or anything, but it looked
pretty darn good for a bunch of old frat guys who wanted to drive in a
parade. They'd be happy with it.

"Yeah, not bad huh?" Daddy was under the hood, just cause he
wouldn't ever stop doing something til it was out the door.

Greg was polishing the wheels, which were custom one off's with the
stylized Cougar logo engraved on them. A big cat head roaring. They
were sharp and rocked the price tag more than a little. Scott was
playing with his laptop and he had some long ribbon cable running to
the Cougar's motor, maybe that was what Daddy was looking at. I
walked around the car slowly, admiring it.

"You see Carol tonight" Greg asked me, looking up at me since he
was sitting on the floor, rubbing chrome with a soft cloth.

"Yep." I smiled at him. "She asked about you."

"Cool." Greg nodded, like he knew she would.

"So what's that fella got goin' on over there anyway?" Daddy
asked as he stood up, looking around the open hood. Then he frowned,
just for a second, and went back under the hood like he was hiding.

"Uhhh..." I tried to figure out what that was all about. "He's
workin on a Trans Am, I think he wants to chop it, he ain't
decided."

"Seventy-three?" Daddy asked, since that was the best year Trans Am
ever had and everyone knew it.

He still wasn't lookin at me though and I looked down at Greg and he
grinned. "What?" I mouthed silently.

"A little nipply in here." Greg raised his eyebrows and looked
pointedly at my tits. It was a really thin t-shirt and my nipples
looked big and even my rings could be seen, sorta. I blushed and
crossed my arms over my chest.

"Nope, seventy-six, Daddy. I told him he oughta look around for a
'73 motor, get that 455 and put it in there." I walked over towards
my dad and Scott. He'd seen my nipples a gazillion times, but the
rings were new and maybe he'd realized what those odd shapes were. I
wouldn't expect him to hide though, more like he'd be pretty
pissed.

"Huh." Daddy grunted.

"What's it got now? The Six point six?" Greg asked.

"Six six didn't come out til 'seventy-seven." Scott said.

"You sure?" Greg shook his head. "I thought it was optional on
the seventy-six. I know the seventy-fives were all 400 small blocks."

"Seventy-seven, I'm pretty sure." Scott shrugged. "Could be
wrong though, I never much liked Trans Am's anyway."

"They made too many of 'em." My Daddy agreed. "Everybody wanted
to be a bandit."

"A who?" I giggled.

"Before your time." Daddy actually smiled and looked at me, like
nothing was wrong at all. I guessed he'd come to grips with whatever
was buggin' him. "So he knows what he's doin'? That Sawyer
fella?"

"Yeah, I guess so. Hard tellin' but he's got some tools anyway.
Probably gonna look for some help though." I smiled. "Especially if
he goes modified, he ain't never done that before."

Restoring a car was a lot of work, depending on what sorta shape it was
in to begin with. But it was pretty straightforward too. I mean all you
needed was a couple good manuals, some decent photographs maybe, and
the time and money to track down the original parts. A car like the
Cuda wasn't real rare either, less common than a lot of muscle cars,
but not all that hard to find. So it had just taken time, more than
anything, for Mr. Sawyer to bring it back to youth.

Modifying a car, that was something else altogether. You can do almost
anything you can imagine with a car, if you're willing enough, and
even gutsy enough to try it. So before you even started you had to
figure out what you wanted, cause it wasn't a build as you go deal.
You'd screw it all up without a plan. We didn't turn a wrench until
we knew exactly what a car was gonna look and sound like when it rolled
out of our garage. Mr. Sawyer needed some expertise and the sooner he
got it the better, cause he didn't even know what he wanted yet.

"We got a lot of work comin' down the road." Daddy rubbed his
chin. "We gotta knock that Mitsubishi out next week, can't put it
off no more."

"I could help him." I suggested, sort of surprising myself. "I
mean just after football, maybe a few hours a week. I'd work here on
weekends still."

"You don't think you're busy enough?" Scott glanced at me. It
sounded sorta innocent, the way he said it, but he wasn't meaning it
that way at all.

"I can handle it." I looked at him, sticking my chin out a little.
I was pretty much telling him I'd made up my mind about what we'd
talked about and I wanted to see Mr. Sawyer again.

"Hmmm..." Daddy was thinking.

"I could help." Greg was getting up. "I mean, I don't mind."
He was smiling, but mostly he was thinking about Carol, I was sure.

"I ain't losing the two of you." Daddy shook his head. "He ask
for help?"

"Well, no, not exactly. He will though..." I shrugged. "I mean
he's serious about it and he knows he's gonna need help anyway."

"His kid don't know nothin', that's for sure." Greg laughed.

"Start it up for me ops, I'm all set up." Scott said.

"You're fallin' in love with that EFI ain't ya?" I grinned at
Scott, hoping he wasn't all pissed at me.

"Everybody falls in love." He sighed, looking down at his laptop.
He was disappointed with me, I knew.

Daddy started the Cougar's engine and it sounded sweet. Not like a
Cuda or Sherry's Challenger or anything, but for a stock motor in
sort of a weak car, it wasn't bad. Scott was playing with his
keyboard while Greg and I watched, we both thought that stuff was
pretty cool, even though we didn't know a thing about it except it
was like magic. The fuel injection that Scott had added was new, of
course, replacing the original system. Those old fuel injectors had
been top of the line once, but now they were always the first things to
go.

"Hey!" Josh was walking through the door carrying a pie, smiling
and looking around. "I knocked on the door, nobody was home."

"Hi Josh!" I grinned at him.

"Hey, you guys want some pie?" I had to talk loud because the
engine was revving a little.

"Hey Josh." Greg nodded to him. He didn't really like Josh, but
didn't dislike him either I guess. Josh was just sorta neutral in my
brothers' collective opinion and I don't think any of them
understood why I liked him so much.

"Three minutes." Scott said, tapping his keyboard.

"That's a nice car." Josh told me, and it was weird because it
was like quarter to one in the morning, but it felt like noon or
something.

"Yeah, cool huh?" I smiled cause it was always cool getting a
second opinion.

Five minutes later we were all in the kitchen, which was better, cause
we were nice and warm and eating homemade apple pie with glasses of
milk. Everybody appreciated that pie too, especially Daddy, cause
he'd skipped dinner like I'd suspected.

"Hey, I told Josh we were going on a scavenger hunt at the end of the
month. I figured maybe he could help out? Maybe find some stuff for his
truck too." I was talking to my dad.

"You mean a new truck." Greg laughed. "That's what you need,
Josh."

"Yeah, probably." Josh nodded good naturedly.

"Sure, come along." Daddy shrugged. "We can use all the help we
can get."

"Thanks, Mr. Russet." Josh said, and then smiled at me.

"Don't thank me yet." Daddy chuckled. "Wait til we start
digging through iron. Bring some gloves."

"Yeah." I agreed. "Thick ones." The hands tended to get beat up
looking around junkyards for parts, the shins too, cause stuff was
usually sticking out all over. But you couldn't do much about that
unless you had some hockey pads on or something.

"The hells your brothers at?" Daddy sat back, rubbing his stomach a
little. "Mark and David oughta know it's getting' late."

"Probably out with Sherry." Scott shrugged. "They're getting
big, Pops."

"Yeah." Daddy took a deep breath. "And I'm getting' old.
Thank your mama for the pie, Josh. It was fine."

"Yes sir." Josh said, looking pleased. "I'll tell her."

"What about Mr. Sawyer, Daddy?" I asked him, just cause we'd
never finished that conversation.

"If he asks, go ahead and help him figure out what he needs." Daddy
shrugged. "But don't spend a lot of time doin it, you got enough
work round here." I was nodding as he spoke. "And you tell him, if
you start building, we start billing."

"Okay." I nodded. I'd expected about as much. Info was easy and
helping the guy figure out what he wanted and how to go about it
wouldn't take much time, really. But we did run a shop, it's what
kept us warm and fed, so if one of us was turning a wrench it was a
job, not a favor. But not always, like with Josh's water heater. I
still wished I'd figured out a way to refuse that 20 bucks Josh's
mom had given me.

"I'm goin' to bed too." Scott yawned. "Don't you guys stay
up too late."

"It's already late." Greg laughed.

"Yeah, I gotta get running." Josh smiled at me and I smiled back,
wishing I didn't have to go to bed and wake up in four hours.

I didn't feel really tired and Josh...What was it with me? I felt
like I wanted to kiss him again. It was weird and even made me blush
for no apparent reason at all. I couldn't help it though and it
wasn't like a totally sexual thing, it was just...I didn't know
what it was. He made me feel good just being there, that's all.
Bringing a pie over in the middle of the night, that just made me feel
buttery when I thought about it. Strange, huh?

"I'll see ya later Josh." I bit my bottom lip for a half second.
"Thanks for the pie. It was awesome."

"Yeah dude, way cool." Greg was nodding and it might have been the
first time any of my brothers had said something sorta nice to him.
"Thanks."

"Sure, no problem." Josh was grinning happily, and that made me
warm too.

He was standing up and I stood up too, then I just decided to kiss him.
A small one on the cheek, standing tip-toe. It surprised him and Josh
sort of looked at me funny.

"Goodnight Ann." He might have wanted to say more, but maybe not,
because then he was leaving, closing the kitchen door slowly behind
him.

"Josh is alright, huh?" Greg said, like he was just figuring that
out.

"Yeah." I took a little breath. "He is." And that was the
thought that carried me to bed.

"Well, goddamn! Look what the cat dragged in!" Coach was waiting
for me in the gym, leaning against the wall under the big round clock.
He glanced up for a second. "Two whole minutes early too."

"Mornin' Coach." I said, feeling so tired it hurt just standing
there. I'd slept good and had been having a nice dream too, but I
couldn't remember what it was, when my alarm had gone off at five.

"Good mornin', Russet!" Coach's voice was loud and he was
punishing me for missing our workout the day before.

We stretched for awhile, and that helped. My body was tight and it
warmed the blood a little, loosened the muscles pretty good. Coach had
me pumping right off after that, he wanted me good and sweaty I think,
because I knew he wanted to fuck. His cock was hard and prominent in
his tight black shorts and it looked good to me too.

I figured this was about perfect. I mean the relationship me and Coach
had. That was the sort of thing Scott wanted for me, or so I assumed.
There wasn't anything complicated about it. No deep emotions or
anything. I didn't love him like I wanted to marry him or anything,
and Coach wasn't ever gonna love me that way. He didn't want to be
plantin' no babies in my belly, or anything like that. He just wanted
to work my body and fuck me like a boy once in awhile, and that was
perfect.

I guessed that if Mr. Russet felt the same way, and I felt the same
about Mr. Russet, then Scott couldn't have bitched about that so
much. But the fact was that I didn't know exactly how Little
Steve's dad thought of me, except it must have been something like
real love, considering he had my pictures up on his wall like a
monument. That had to be love right? I hoped so, because I was thinking
I sorta loved him. I didn't know why, exactly, not yet, but I did. I
was looking forward to when he'd ask for some help, cause I knew
we'd be spending a lot of time together, talking cars and talking
and, probably fucking too. I hoped.

And I wasn't feeling bad about it neither, thinking about Mr. Sawyer
and me while I pumped iron and stared at the dark outline of Coach's
big cock. I didn't care if Little Steve knew his dad was having sex
with me. In fact I kinda liked it, which struck me as kinda bad. So I
tried not to think about my friend, but that just made me think about
his mom instead. She knew, and that was okay too.

And if Monica was right, which I wasn't sure I really believed her or
not cause she'd sounded sorta drunk, then Mrs. Sawyer wasn't gonna
care. In fact she might even want to watch her husband fucking me,
which I knew some people liked a lot, but I didn't think I did. At
least not til right then imagining Steve's mom watching Steve's dad
pump my butt full of sperm. That made me smile, even though I was
grunting under 30 kilos of bench press.

"That funny, Russet?" Coach was spotting me, looking down his body
at my face as I grinned up at his cock. It was just a few inches above
my forehead.

"Naagh...No...sir..." I grunted, extending my arms straight,
balancing the weight above me. I could bench 90 pounds, probably more
now, which was a lot for my smallish body. Sixty-six pounds was still a
lot though, and I was only doing the one set of ten. I'd already done
3 sets with 18 kilos and I'd do 3 more of those after this one to
cool down. Except it wouldn't really cool me down. It was some
serious muscle pumping.

"Cause if it ain't funny enough, I can throw another 10 on there
for ya." Coach was smiling. "Give you something to really laugh
about!"

"No...Ugh!...this is...Ugh!....funny enuggh!" I was pushing the
weight hard and it felt good. I was seriously feeling good inside too
and I wished I had some weight on my clit, just a little. It was
buzzing.

I flexed my arms and shoulders, looking at my muscles, which seemed
inflated and I was pretty proud of them really. I was getting some
guns, I thought, and not little girly guns either. I wasn't just
toning, I was building. My chest felt tight too, pressing worked the
upper body pretty good, and combined with some of the other lifting I
was getting hard underneath my tender breasts. I wasn't exactly
working them off, if anything they were getting a little bigger I
thought, but maybe that was okay. It was sexy having some muscles under
my tits.

"You ain't the Terminator yet, boy." Coach chuckled. "Stop
jerkin' off and let's do some abs work."

Coach had some different kind of work for my abdominals in mind that
morning though. His cock was hard as stone and I reckon he'd had
enough of watching me anyway. He put me on the floor, on a matt,
putting a couple big 25 kilo barbells down over my ankles. It didn't
hurt or anything, they were big enough so they didn't rest on my
bones or anything, and they were octagonal, not round, so they
weren't gonna roll either.

He stood above me, straddling my body with his feet and dropping his
shorts enough so his cock popped out. It was dark and stiff and already
wet with precum. A big drop of it dripped down, hanging there and then
falling to land on my t-shirt, right between my tits.

"Sit up now...there you go...hands behind your back, not in
front...that's it..."

Coach had me sitting up with my legs straight and my hands clasped
together in the small of my back. He grabbed my head and pushed me
back, just a little, so I was like at a 60 degree angle maybe, my
stomach muscles tightening to keep me there.

"Now...Start suckin', boy!" Coach let go of my head and smiled
down at me as I took the head of his cock in my mouth.

He really was about the perfect height for that and all I could do was
move about half a foot, back and forth while Coach stood still. I was
working my stomach, keeping my back straight or else Coach would yell
at me. It was like doing really small crunches and after a minute or so
I could really feel it start to burn.

"That's it, son...Suck that cock...work it, boy...you fag
cocksucker...come on...throat that fucker...you can do it..."

Coach loved talking dirty and I was sucking him the best I could,
pulling my body with my abs, moving my whole body back and forth just
the few inches I needed to get Coach's cock in and out of my
stretched lips. I tried to concentrate on what I was doing with my
mouth, the way I'd twirl my wet pink tongue around the head and along
the shaft as it moved. How I couldn't quite get him in my throat, as
much as I tried, and I really wished coch would let me relax, just
enough to do it a couple times.

But he didn't and my body was burning up. I was shaking and my abs
were getting sore. The rest of me was too, you'd be surprised the
muscles that start feeling it after 3 and then 4 and then 5 agonizingly
long minutes. My shoulders were hurting, and my thighs as I strained
against the barbells. My heels were coming off the floor, as if I could
lift those weights somehow, but of course I couldn't.

And all the while I was sucking Coach's hard thick cock. Precum and
spit ran out of my mouth, dripping down my chin as I panted for air
around it. I'd suck for a couple seconds, and then breathe, suck and
breath. I felt my body trembling and my sex was greasy with wetness. It
was strange, working my body that hard while I did something so sexy. I
loved Coach's penis, the shape and texture. The heat of it radiating
into my sucking mouth, the weight of it on my tongue.

I went until I couldn't go any further and then I couldn't hold my
hands behind my back any more and even as I moved them to support
myself, my stomach muscles gave out and I just fell back on the cool
vinyl mat, sucking air and rubbing my stretched and tender abdominals.

"That was pretty good, Russet..." Coach was pulling the weights off
my ankles and then turning me over, lifting my ass in the air as he
pulled my shorts down. "Now you went and got me all horny..." Coach
laughed. "Let's work those glutes, eh?"

"Ohhhh!" I groaned, my body tensing instinctively for a second as
Coach wasted no time and pressed his cock against my little pink
asshole. At least I was ready for it this morning, since Coach had
warned me the day before. I'd put a bunch of that Asstro Lube in my
butt before I'd left home and it helped a lot.

"Damn, boy...you ain't so tight this morning...who you been
fuckin?" Coach slapped my ass hard, making me wince and I grunted as
he drove his cock balls deep a second later. "Got yourself all primed
too, huh? You're turning into a good little faggot, Russet..."
Coach fucked my ass slowly, holding my ass and spreading the firm round
globes of my ass so he could look down and see his cock sliding in and
out.

"You remind me of my mama's oven, boy...you know why?" Coach
spanked me again, hard, and my whole body jerked beneath him.

"N-Noooo..." I breathed, digging my fingers into the mat I was on
and pushing my ass back, rolling my hips a little. It was always good
fucking Coach and I wanted it bad that morning, just like I did every
morning, really.

"Cause yer hot, greased, and ready for the meat, boy!"

SMACK!

"Damn, your ass is hot! Like to fuck you all day."

SMACK!

"You want that...my dick up your faggot ass all day long?"

SMACK!

"Ohhh...yeah...ugh! Fuuu...Fuck me...Coach...all day...fuck my...ugh!
Faggot ass!" I was moving my body while Coach stayed still, so I was
just moving my hot stretched ass around his cock. He watched as I'd
push myself back, taking him deep and then arching my back slightly as
I pulled away again.

Then, when Coach had enough of me fucking him, he'd grab my hips and
start fucking me again. Driving his cock in and out quickly, lifting
his body a little to change the angle of his penetration and every time
he did it made me gasp, like he was finding new places inside me.

I was rubbing my clit finally, unable to help myself. It always felt so
good and I could barely remember how I'd used to avoid it. I must
have been crazy or something, because rubbing my clitty while Coach
fucked my ass was incredible. I came hard about eight seconds after I
found it with my fingers, and all I could do was thrash my ass against
Coach's boy fucking cock.

That had to be what it was like being a boy, I thought. Imagining that
my clit wasn't the hard little button of flesh it was, but rather a
long hard cock of my own. I was cumming so good I could almost feel my
fingers wrapped around a penis, my own penis, stroking it in time with
Coach's deep thrusts into my ass. He was man fucking me again, and no
matter what else I thought or felt any other time, with Coach I was
always a boy. Even rubbing my clit didn't change that.

"Ahh, shit boy...here it comes...oh fuck yeah...take it you fag
slut..." Coach pushed himself into me hard, pressing me down so that
I was flat on my stomach with my hand trapped against my humming clit
as I came again. His cock was throbbing deep inside me, shooting
Coach's hot cum into my ass. He didn't really move in and out, he
just pressed himself against me, keeping his dick in the deepest part
of me, grinding his hips and groaning. His hands were on my back,
pressing me into the soft mat and mashing my sore tits so that the pain
of my recent piercings mixed in with the pleasure and that made it even
better somehow.

"So you gonna be back Wednesday?" Coach asked me. He was leaning
back while I sucked his cock clean, kneeling between his spread legs.

"Mmm..." I swallowed spit and sperm. "...uh, maybe. Or Thursday
for sure." I took his cock back in my mouth, licking and sucking.
Getting it nice and clean after he'd fucked my little ass so good. I
really loved doing that for him a lot.

"That's a long time, Russet. Gonna have some serious catchin' up
to do when you get back." Coach didn't sound too happy and I knew
he was thinking more about football than working out. "Get my balls
too, son. Don't wanna forget about them."

"Yes sir..." I breathed, moving my mouth down to clean his sweaty
ball sack. It was gonna be a long time til Thursday, and that was sort
of an unhappy thought.

I saw my friends in class, of course, and they were mostly excited
about the sleepover at John's that night. Their enthusiasm was
catchy, but I had to go to Beaverton and see Julie. Especially since
Jane was coming too. I loved my friends, but Jane and Julie, they were
like everything to me, especially since I didn't get to see them
everyday, not like I did Matt, Lance, and John.

But not all the excitement was about the sleepover. Everybody at school
had heard about Matt clocking Brian, although nobody knew exactly why
it had happened. Same thing with Shaun Getting kicked in the balls. He
wasn't in school that day and part of me hoped it wasn't cause
I'd kicked him as hard as I could right in the nuts. I mean, he
coulda had a cold or something, right? I didn't think so though. I
figured he was probably in bed with a bag of ice stuck between his
thighs. That almost made me feel bad too, until I remembered why I'd
kicked him.

Anyway, the school knew about the fight and so that was interesting.
Matt was puffed up a little, even though he'd sucker punched Brian.
Nobody else knew that and we weren't gonna say anything. Brian would
say it, but he'd been on the receiving end, so he was supposed to say
it hadn't been fair. But he was probably glad nobody knew he'd had
his dick out, trying to get a blowjob from another boy. After he'd
grabbed my ass, which he hadn't really but that was besides the
point, Brian woulda gotten labeled a serious little pervert for
something like that. Like a child molester or something, even though he
was still a child, technically.

I knew Coach was gonna be pissed at practice though. I mean Brian's
left eye was all swollen and black and blue. First he could barely
breath, now he could barely see. Coach was gonna have a fit. But that
was in the future too, so we didn't pay a while lot of attention to
that anyway. We had bigger things to worry about.

"Does he know?" Matt was whispering to me in homeroom.

"Huh?" I glanced at him. "Does who know what?"

"Your brother. Steve." Matt licked his lips. "Does he know what
we did with uh...you know?"

He was talking about how we'd all had sex with Nurse Haven. Matt and
Lance and probably John too, they were all convinced that Steve was
going to kill them once he found out they'd fucked his brand new
fiancé. I wasn't so sure, but I wasn't eager to find out either.
At the very least he'd be unhappy. All we had to do though was play
it cool. Nurse Haven didn't know who'd done it, she hadn't seen
their faces at all, she'd just felt their cocks inside her pussy. And
they'd cum too, a lot, and for a split second I wondered if Nurse
Haven was on the pill or anything. But that was too scary, so I stopped
thinking about it quick.

"No." I shook my head, deciding lying was the best policy, at least
right then. "He doesn't know anything, now shut-up about it."

The teacher was looking at us and I looked back down at my assignment
quickly. But I knew I'd have to answer that same question for Lance
and then for John too. Probably more than a few times as I saw them
during the day; and that was annoying. I wished those guys would just
relax and stop worrying so much, but that thought was coming from a
girl who was always thinking way too much about stuff. So what did I
know anyway?

"Hey!" Little Steve slid in behind me at the lunch line, smiling
and looking like he always did at school. Cute and a little cocky
maybe.

Hi." I smiled back, but I was immediately reminded of my conversation
with Monica. I didn't really want to bring that up though.

"So, um...Are we gonna go out this weekend?" Steve was ever
hopeful, I'll say that for him. I sort of wondered how he could even
ask me that, since he knew me and his dad had been fooling around.

"Hmmm..." I made a face.

"Awww..." Steve rolled his eyes. "Don't tell me your busy
again."

"I'm busy again." I shrugged. "I'm going to Oregon until
Wednesday or something."

"Oregon?" Steve kinda had to think about that for a second.
"What's in Oregon?"

"My brother is getting married, he's gonna see her parents." I
looked at the stuff the lunch lady was putting on my tray and I
didn't recognize it. "What's this stuff?"

"Turkey Ala King, honey. It's good." One of the ladies said, but
I wasn't sure I believed her.

"So why do you have to go?" Steve was sort of whining, just a
little, but if anyone had a right to, it was him. He'd asked me out
and I'd said yes, but I'd been putting him off for a long time. It
wasn't fair at all.

"Well, I don't. I guess." I sorta rocked my head. "But I want
to. It's kind of like a vacation." I laughed, hoping Steve would at
least smile, but he didn't.

"When I get back, I swear. We'll go out, okay?" We were just
about at the end of the counter.

"You mean it?" He looked at me like I might have been lying and
that bothered me a lot.

"Yeah, I do. Cross my heart." I made a little X over my left
breast. "Okay?"

"Yeah." Steve nodded and really did smile.

I felt a little relived then because I just didn't need to spend a
really long weekend worrying about Little Steve. I was surprised it was
that easy though, I mean him just worrying about going out with me. He
wasn't stressing over his dad and me fooling around or anything, and
I'd been worried about that. I actually did wonder then if I should
tell him that I'd called Monica, but I wasn't sure what I'd say
about that. I had a lot of questions, and even doubts, since some of
what the girl had said had made no sense to me at all. I didn't even
know her, so I couldn't know what to believe anyway, and the
cafeteria wasn't exactly the best place to bring the subject up
anyway.

As we made our way towards our usual table we just talked about the
sleepover, since he'd never been to one. He was really looking
forward to it and I knew he was wishing I was gonna be there, since he
was still getting to know the other guys, but I assured him he was
gonna be fine. I told him to bring just a few extra clothes, his
toothbrush or whatever. He was gonna have fun, I knew, John's family
was really cool and we always had a good time at his place.

We avoided Brian, of course, not even looking in his direction, really.
He was sitting with his friends like always, but they weren't saying
much. Not laughing at all, or even smiling the way kids do during
lunch. Steve didn't want to be reminded of the previous evening at
all, since he'd been the boy with the dick in his face, so it was
sorta hard for him to be in school and listening to everyone around him
speculate on what had really been going on.

"Hey Ann, hi Steve." John looked up at us as we sat down, but Lance
and especially Matt were busy.

"...and then I just nailed him!" Matt was saying, punching the air
while Carol Hahn sat listening and smiling happily.

"But he's so big!" Carol said, and I just rolled my eyes at no
one in particular.

Matt was smiling like he'd just beat down King Kong or something,
basking in the glow of his newfound fame as the guy who gave Brian
Hades a black eye. I wasn't sure why that would appeal to Steve's
sister, but there she was, ohhing and ahhing like the airhead she
wasn't. It was just an act, but she did it pretty good and I wondered
why.

"Hey Ann." Lance finally noticed me, but his eyes were all over
Carol. I felt a little...jealous? Nah. I dismissed that, but I did feel
a little left out suddenly.

"Hey. What's going on?" I asked, looking down at my tray and
wondering if I should try that turkey stuff.

"Matt's got a new girlfriend." John giggled.

"A new one? Dude, he never even had an old one!" Lance said.

"Shut-up." Matt didn't even look at them.

"Hi Carol." I smiled at her and she gave me a little smile back,
but not much of one.

"You going out with Greg tonight?" I asked, just to bring Matt back
to reality. I had no idea what my brother's plans were, but that
wasn't the point.

"I guess." Carol sighed, like she didn't really want to. "What
are you doing tonight?" She asked Matt, leaning close and putting a
hand on his arm.

"Uh..." Matt looked around at his friends quickly. "I'm going
over to John's house."

"Oh, with Steve?" Carol glanced at her half-step brother as if
noticing him for the first time.

"Yeah I guess so." Matt looked at Steve. "You're still coming,
right?"

"Uh-huh." Steve nodded.

"I wish I could go." Carol said, and all she needed to do was bat
her eyelashes, I thought, and her little act would be complete.

"Yeah me too." Matt nodded, swallowing thickly and smiling like his
head was gonna split wide open any second.

I guess him smacking Brian had been a good thing, sorta, but the one
good thing for Matt might turn out to be not so good afterall, if he
wasn't careful. Greg liked Carol a lot; I mean he'd already fucked
the girl at least once. In his own bed even, so I seriously doubted
he'd let her go without a fight and he wasn't gonna get sucker
punched either.

I frowned at that, eating my lunch and just listening really. All I
needed was one more problem and I couldn't help giving Carol a couple
dirty looks. She shoulda known better anyway. I wasn't gonna say
anything to Greg, since that was just trouble waiting to happen, pure
and simple, and he'd find out soon enough probably. But she didn't
know me that well, so she must have had some small thought that maybe
I'd say something. I was her boyfriend's sister, afterall. It just
made no sense and almost seemed like she was looking to make trouble.

I was looking forward to that trip with Steve and Lisa more and more.



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