Posted to alt.sex.stories October 11. 2000.
Perfect and unreal happiness by brutus
It just had to go wrong. Couldn't last. I was so happy that it was doomed from the very beginning, and I was a fool not to be more aware of our surroundings as I became even happier, as I loved Annette more and more. One thing that should have warned me was that she loved me just as much. We loved each other to such a degree as you can read about in pulp fiction. I should have known better, should have been prepared that it was about to go wrong. Terribly wrong.
We met at the university, in a small study group in the philosophy course. Usually I am not particularly active in such study groups, often I never even show up, and I must admit that most of the people who know me were surprised that I put so much time into a course that I really didn't care much about. A course most people treated very lightly. A course that is normally taken during the first semester at the university, but which I took at the end of my studies. Then again, I never really tried to hide the real reason; that I had met the woman of my life. She was nineteen, fresh from high school. Her name was Annette.
It was like a dream come true. The really strange thing was that she felt the same way. Somehow the chemistry between us was just right. Nevertheless, it went nearly two months before I dared to ask her out, and to my immense pleasure she accepted at once.
As they say in the movies, one thing led to another, and then we were together. Going steady. Serious stuff. At least the most serious relationship in my life. The next few months went by in some sort of a haze. We seemed to be a perfect match, something most of our friends both noticed and commented on.
Sexually it didn't work too well in the beginning, which really surprised me. This relationship, however, was worth working with. After about a month with something of the tamest sex I'd ever had, we managed to talk about it. Luckily I would say, because just a few days later, it improved. Really improved.
We were both so relieved! And said so to each other. Yes, it was that kind of relationship where we could tell each other anything. I, for one, never believed the myths about such relationships, but during this time with Annette I realised that they do exist. A rarity, true, but it is possible. We were like that, so it had to be possible.
As you've probably noticed, I'm still fascinated by how good everything in this relationship was. You may wonder about why I whine about our perfect relationship, and skip all the juicy parts. Well, I whine because I've never felt this way before, and probably never will again. Further, I have chosen to omit the parts that are not directly involved in the I am about to tell. The happiest of my life. and the saddest.
The next semester was even better. With an Easter vacation to top everything off. The two of us alone at the cabin belonging to her parents. I'll never forget this trip. After this trip, we practically lived together. We had separate lodgings, but I doubt that we slept in separate beds a single night between Easter and summer. We planned on moving together the next fall. We didn't want to spend a lot of money on a place neither of us ever were, and the solution seemed practical. We also wanted a bigger place, but of course, the most important reason was simply that we both wanted to live together. We wanted the commitment.
I can tell you this right away. We didn't move together that next fall. Actually, the fall semester has just started - for her that is, I finished my studies and got a job recently. Fair enough you might think, it couldn't be that important to move together. And if that's what you're thinking, you are right. However, the reason that we don't live together is that we are no longer a couple. Our relationship is over. All over. With no possibility of making amends. I've taken care of that. Thoroughly. Actually, I'm quite sure she hates me by now. That's the way it often is, you know. When the one you love most let you down, very often you end up hating that person.
How can this be, you may ask yourself. Well, if you have followed this so far, you may have noticed that the time span from the last moment everything was super duper, to the moment of me writing this, is no more than a couple of months. A summer holiday, actually. That's what it takes, you know, to tear your whole world apart. One summer holiday. Well, there were some circumstances that could only show up at the place we chose to spend our summer vacation. And quite a few rather essential details that neither of us could do anything about, but I must admit that I could have saved our relationship.
The problem was that I was not nearly smart enough. As I said in the beginning of this story, I should have paid attention and been prepared that something had to go wrong. Such happiness will always strike back upon the few lucky enough to experience it. Always. That's the rule, and this was no exception.
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We were going to spend the summer holiday in the Annette's hometown. I won't mention which town that is; it is enough to say that it is one of the southeastern summer pearls in this country. Which actually was one of the main reasons we wanted to spend the summer with Annette's family. I am from a northern colder town, which can be absolutely fantastic in some periods during the summer, but which cannot promise such stable good weather as they are used to in the southern areas. Another reason was that Annette's has a larger house, and better possibilities to take a permanent guest during the summer, than what my can offer.
Annette's was just as charming as she was. Her parents were quite a bit than I had expected, especially since I knew that Annette has two younger sisters, but they were not the uptight old-fashioned people you might expect from people that age. On the contrary, I would say, they were both warm-hearted and up to date on all counts.
Her worked as a building engineer, and was a really great guy. It seemed he was up to date about everything in society, he was a master of conversation, and of course, best of all, he was more than willing to share from the extensive selection in his private bar if Annette or I wanted a drink. I got along with him right away, and it seemed like he enjoyed my company as well.
Annette's was a small, round woman with grey hair. Jovial and kind. Always in a good mood. She was not the kind who always wants to palm cookies and stuff off on you, but who nevertheless always has something to offer. If you didn't want anything, you never heard another word about it. This is something I value immensely. Especially after getting to know the of my previous girlfriend. She was the exact opposite, always palming cookies and chocolate and sweets and I don't know what off on me. It was torture. A nightmare. You couldn't say no! I'm still shaking from the experience. Eat up now, it's more where this came from!
Life was unreal in this period. Perfect and unreal. And I'm not through yet! I'm just taking a break in all the happiness, which is very painful to look back upon. How could I let Annette slip away like that? Afterwards it's hardly been a single moment without me thinking about that. Crying my salty tears. Cursing my own naivety and cowardliness. Hopefully I've learned my lesson now, but I know that I will never find another like Annette. It will never be the same.
When you are as happy as we were, envy will always occur.
There I've said it. The lesson I have learned so thoroughly. Experience you might call it, but I don't know. Foolishness and naivety are better and more appropriate words if you ask me.
When I had spent a few days with Annette's family, it struck me how natural it was that she had turned out the way she had. The tone they had between themselves in the family was unique. They all knew what the other members stood for, and as a consequence they were on safe ground at home. I don't think I witnessed a single quarrel in the family, you know, the kind you see everywhere. Not even the two younger sisters of Annette ever picked a fight, neither with their parents, nor with each other.
The two sisters, by the way, were just as loveable as Annette. Theresa on sixteen, was a lady; both physically and psychologically. She laughed easily and was generally in a good mood. She spent a lot of her time with her boyfriend, a whippersnapper, which I didn't particularly like. I'm not the kind who interferes with other people's relationships, however, so I didn't say anything. It turned out that she understood that I didn't like him, but I'll tell you about that later in the story. We'll come to that pretty soon anyway.
The youngest of the three sisters, thirteen-year-old Tracy, was an odd person. I loved her immediately, but then again, no one could accuse me of being unbiased. After all, I loved Annette more than anything on this earth, and I knew perfectly well how much she loved her sisters, so I probably wanted to like them all before I even met them.
In hindsight, I can see that Tracy may not be that easy to love before you get to know her. She is a bit introverted, and many people might think she is bad tempered and stubborn. It wouldn't surprise me if she felt that her two sisters outshine her. That she felt like a pale shadow compared with the two more companionable sisters. When regarding her looks, however, she was in no way put back by the other two, not in any way. They were all three fair and beautiful blondes. It was just that the two sisters had such an inner radiation that Tracy seemed pale in comparison.
What I've attempted to say with all these clumsy explanations is that Tracy might be more introverted than her sisters, but since I already knew Annette's feelings for her, I was able to immediately pierce through her shell. So I fell for her just as much as I did for the rest of the family.
The reason for me to tell you this in so many words and probably repeat myself several times is that this actually is of significance to the story! What really made the difference, I think, is that I fell in love with both sisters, and I wasn't afraid of showing it.
The that was used to being easily liked probably didn't think much about it. For her it was the normal behaviour. For the used to being outshined by the other two. for her it was something special. She took a fancy to me. In such a degree that it became bothersome after a while.
And this is where the really begins. The the biggest fall of my life. My largest disappointment. The begins with Tracy falling in love with her sister's boyfriend.
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The house was big. On my scale it was huge. I have grown up in a small three-room apartment with my and two parents. When I moved out, it was to commence the studies at the university, and it is well known that as a student you don't make a lot of money. A lived in small apartments, sharing with several roommates at a time. I had really been looking forward to finding a larger apartment for Annette and me. Well, as I have told many times already, that never happened, but of course, I didn't know that at the time. When I saw this large house, I viewed upon it as a taste of a better life.
Annette and I got the cellar alone. Theresa and Tracy had their own rooms on the ground floor, while the parents' bedroom was located in the first floor. In addition, the house contained several living rooms, a large kitchen, and three bathrooms - one in each floor.
We made love every night those first weeks! Often several times during the day as well. This was our time. Annette and I were so happy together, and I enjoyed the extra dosage of privacy we got from having a whole floor by ourselves. It was only two rooms in the cellar that had been decorated; one living room with a romantic fireplace, and one small bedroom. Somehow, they had managed to fit a bed almost a meter and a half wide inside that small room. So it was comfortable for both of us to sleep in there. In addition to the two rooms, a bathroom with both a and a shower was in the cellar, so we didn't have to go up to the ground floor to get a shower. I was grateful for that. Since we made love as often as we did, it probably would have been embarrassing to sneak upstairs to take a shower.
After the first couple of weeks, I started noticing that Tracy always was nearby. Annette didn't seem to notice anything. It probably sounds cocky, but Annette didn't have eyes for anything but me. Nothing else seemed to be able to get her attention, at least not for very long. Not that I complained about this, I knew it wouldn't last forever, so I enjoyed it while I had the chance. It was just that Tracy started worrying me, and when I first started noticing her, she was always there. I noticed the way she looked at me. No, that's not right, she didn't look at me, she craved me with her eyes. Caressed me with her eyes. It occurred to me that she was in love with me, but I didn't know what to do about it. So I simply pretended not to notice. Treated her just the way as before, though a bit more cautiously. The strange thing was that no one else seemed to notice anything.
Perhaps they all were restrained from knowing her for all her life. To everybody else in the house, Tracy was the little, innocent girl. It probably never occurred to them that she could have these kinds of feelings. That is often the case, you know, the youngest to grow up must live with the and innocent trademark till they are in the twenties. Sometimes even longer than that. Tracy was only thirteen, so it is probably not so strange after all, that no one else noticed her feelings for me.
As long as she just watched me, it wasn't really that dangerous. I didn't mind her little crush, maybe I even got a bit flattered, but I became extremely cautious around her. I have to give that point to myself. I don't get many points from these rounds, but I became quickly aware about what Tracy felt. I thought that as long as I didn't encourage her, no harm was done.
I don't know exactly when I started seeing her everywhere. A shadow disappearing behind a bush or around the corner of the house when I turned towards it could startle me. I could look up to the house, just to see a curtain sliding back to place. That this was Tracy, I never doubted. Every time. I got a bit scared actually, and started wondering if I was only seeing shadows and making things up, or if it was Tracy starting to become obsessed.
It felt like being under constant surveillance. The only times I didn't feel like being spied upon, was when she didn't hide her presence, but came out to the garden or sat down on the couch, or wherever we were, to be with us. And even though I noted the lust in her eyes, that was many times better than feeling her eyes at the back of my neck.
Annette and the other members were ignorant to all this, and never noticed anything. Even when Tracy came out to the garden a beautiful summer day, dressed in a new and astonishing swimsuit, on which everyone complimented, no one noticed that her eyes were glued to mine.
"Doesn't she look fantastic?" Annette asked. She had this charming habit of always giving compliments to her sisters without being superficial. Especially Tracy was treated this way, and I loved her for it. My problem was that I didn't want to encourage Tracy any more, but with such a comment from Annette I didn't have much choice in the matter.
I realised that I had to have a serious talk to Tracy. Explain to her that I liked her a lot, but that it was her that was my love.
When I finally decided to make this conversation, I think my mood improved considerably. It was a great relief. All that remained was to get Tracy by myself, so that we could talk undisturbed about this. I didn't look forward to the conversation itself, but I felt confident that she would back off when she realised what she was doing. She probably didn't think much about it. That's the way it often is with adolescent love. You don't really think about the consequences. You fall in love, you are on fire for a brief period, and then lose interest as quickly as it came about.
While I was looking for the possibility to make this conversation with Tracy, her behaviour became more daring. When Annette and I had been there for about a month or so, it had reached a level where she was scandalously indiscreet. She was bumping into me at every opportunity. Her hands touched mine for brief moments. She was standing next to me, and suddenly I could feel her body pressing into mine. Her hips nudging into mine. And her small adolescent breasts! They were constantly brushing my arms. I was starting to panic, but never found an opportunity to stop her. There were always other people around, and if I tried saying anything to her, they would hear it. I really didn't want to put her in that situation. So I was constantly looking for an opportunity to talk with her in private, but it never seemed to occur.
Finally I realised what I had to do. I'm often kind of slow in the top floor, something you've probably realised by now, but it finally occurred to me that the solution wasn't to take this up with Tracy, but with Annette. There was not a thing that I couldn't talk to Annette about, and this was certainly something she could handle. She would understand. I was sure about that.
To my own defence, I should mention that I did think about telling Annette at the very beginning, but at that time I wasn't entirely sure whether this was real, or if it was my imagination. But my doubt had vanished. Even when Annette and I made love, I had seen something move a couple of times. I was not a hundred percent sure if that had been Tracy or my imagination, I hadn't actually seen her, but I thought it was her. A shadow moving in the door opening one night. In the small cellar window another. It sounds bad, I realise that. Sounds like I'm totally paranoid. Nevertheless, that was the way I felt it, and I was going to tell Annette about it that very night. Well, perhaps not the shadows I had seen while we were making love, but everything else.
The one ruining my timing, was neither of the two involved in that conversation, thus neither Tracy nor Annette, but Theresa. We had been on the beach all day, Annette, Tracy and me. Their were at a barbecue party or something. They were in any case not at home. I went home quite a bit before the other two, couldn't take any more of the beach and sun, so I went back to what I thought was an empty house. That should have been an empty house. Instead I found Theresa alone on the couch in the living room. Tears streaming down her face.
"I have broken up with Robert." she said when she saw me. "He's been sleeping with my best friend for several weeks."
Shocked I stood still on the middle of the floor. Apart from being in a completely unexpected situation, the shock came from her telling me this with no hesitation. I couldn't think of anything to say. What can you say in a situation like that? I didn't have a clue, so I kept my mouth shut. Instead, I went over to the couch and sat down with an arm around her shoulder. Held her next to me. My only experience about comforting others, is that it is often more important to just be there, rather than saying a lot of words. I utilised that experience now, and succeeding with this was my first step into the abyss.
Theresa put her arms around me, and buried her head in the arch of my neck. I careful held the shaking girl. Knew I sooner or later had to say something, but weighed my words carefully. I had thought this Robert fellow was an asshole from the moment I met him, but saying so would be a bad mistake. I had to try to turn this situation into something positive, or at least make her realise that there still was some light at the end of the tunnel.
I told her how wonderful she was in my opinion. That few people realised what a gift it was to be loved by someone like her. A brief moment I was pleased with the way I was handling this.
I kept giving her small compliments. Stroking her hair, while I told her how lucky the next guy who ended up with her was. Her crying quieted, but her face was still buried in my neck. I just kept on stroking her hair for a long time after I was done talking. She didn't move, but eventually started talking. Explaining.
"Actually, you were the one making me realise something was wrong." I didn't answer. Didn't understand what she was talking about. "I was so looking forward to you two meeting each other. Annette's boyfriend and my boyfriend. Was so sure that you would enjoy each other's company. Cause he is really nice. Everyone likes him!" Theresa sniffled. She kept on with a tearful voice. "Except you. You didn't like him. And he didn't dare approaching you, he kept his distance. I notice these things, you know."
It occurred to me that she was right. I loathed the fellow from the day I met him. Knew at once that this guy wasn't good enough for Theresa, but I naturally didn't say anything. It wasn't my business.
Theresa continued: "So I started suspecting that something was wrong, something only you had noticed. And when I started thinking about it, it was a long time since he had brought me a present. A long time since he told me he loved me. An even longer time since he looked upon me with eyes full of love, the way you and Annette look at each other all the time."
I held the poor closer to me.
"So I confronted him with that. Asked if he didn't love me anymore, if there were someone else. He denied, but when I realised he didn't tell me the truth, I kept asking him. In the end, he got so furious that he admitted it all. That he was in love with my best friend. But when he told me this, he was so angry that he wanted to me. So he told me how many times they had slept together the past weeks. Several times, just before we had a date, they had slept with each other."
Theresa wasn't able to say any more. I just kept holding her close, tried to comfort her by just being close. And believe it or not, it seemed to work. She seemed relieved to have told the to someone. After a while, she sat up, looked upon me with red, tearful eyes. Her look sent, for some reason, shivers down my spine. With disbelief I started wondering how I could react like that, just from her looking at me. Then I realised, her stare was exactly the same as the one her little had been giving me every day for a month. Filled with admiration. Filled with lust. Filled with hunger.
I cast my eyes down. Realised that I was overreacting, and started feeling a little ashamed. Tracy's behaviour had made a stronger impression on me than I wanted to admit.
"Thanks for being here." Theresa said simply.
I smiled to her. Happy she was feeling better.
"Anytime." I answered. Impulsively I leaned forward to give her a hug, but before I got that far she kissed me on the mouth! I sat suddenly back with a start, and she looked immediately sorry.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. Almost crying again.
Ashamed I realised that she probably didn't mean anything with her kiss, other than showing her gratitude. I gave her an uncertain smile, explaining that it was all right. That she had just taken me by surprise. To prove it, I kissed her back. Lightly. On the mouth.
Theresa closed her eyes. Her lips were shivering. "Kiss me again," she whispered. I could feel how her body started shaking. Was suddenly more aware of her closeness. And of her scent.
I didn't manage to kiss her, something inside stopped me, but her mouth was just millimetres away from mine, and it makes no difference that she was the one to actually make the last step. That she was the one leaning into me.
Her breasts, two small pears, pressed comfortably into my upper body. Her mouth pressed against mine in a long, dry and passive kiss. I'm not all sure about who opened the mouth first. Perhaps we did it simultaneously? Either way, the kiss was suddenly active and wet kiss. This young, lithe intoxicated me. We were glued together for a small eternity. Unable to break apart.
Not until Annette and Tracy came in the door.
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Annette was angry. Horribly so, and I couldn't really blame her for that. She had all the rights to be angry and I had a difficult time finding the words that could at least create some extenuating circumstances. It seemed like an impossible task. I tried painting the of the unhappy Theresa and me as the comforting friend. The problem was that she had seen us in a hot embrace. Our bodies pressed into each other. Kissing in a way reserved to lovers. I had a difficult time finding the words.
"Is there something you want to tell me?" Annette asked suddenly. She gave me an icy stare. The effect was similar to actually stabbing a knife into me. The pain was horrible. "Something you wanted to tell me tonight?"
Surprised, I looked her in the eyes. "As a matter of fact, yes." Did she know about her sister's behaviour after all? Maybe she hadn't been blind to the youngest sisters flirting.
Her icy stare got even cooler. "Just get it out." It looked like she was bracing herself for a shock. I realised that she wasn't expecting what I was about to say at all. She was prepared to hear me say I didn't love her anymore. That I had fallen in love with someone else, or perhaps not in anyone.
"Annette, I love you. So very much. And now I'm afraid I've lost you already."
"That's not what you were going to say." Annette still had that terrible icy stare, but I could see that my words had softened her a little. Thank God, I thought. It just couldn't be over so soon.
"That can wait. It doesn't have anything to do with this matter."
"Please." she said. Tears threatened in her eyes.
"Tell me now. Tell me everything now. I don't want to walk around speculating about which revelations that lures around the corner."
Thank you God, I thought. She loves me still. She's just as afraid of losing me, as I am of losing her.
"Tracy is in love with me." I said.
She blinked several times. Surprised. This was not at all what she had expected. She looked sceptically at me. "Tracy?"
I took a deep breath. "Yeah." I said almost inaudible. "You've probably not noticed it because she is your younger sister. In your thoughts, she is too to fall in love, but her flirting is so obvious that you'll probably notice it if you are aware of it."
"Really." she simply said. Still sceptical. Who could I blame, but myself? She felt that she couldn't trust me anymore.
We didn't say much more that evening. When we went to bed, she leaned away from me, and into the wall, with her back towards me. I tried stroking her back, but she just shook my hand off. Instead of tempting fate any further, I tried to go to sleep.
Neither of us managed to sleep, but Annette didn't give any sign of wanting to communicate with me. As a matter of fact, only the absence of her characteristically heavy breath made me aware that she was awake.
The next day, we both were extremely tired, something that probably didn't help much on the bad mood we both were in.
To my surprise, Tracy seemed to have lost interest in me. The only reasonable explanation that I could think of was that she lost interest when she saw me with Theresa the day before. For me it was a great relief. One less problem to deal with. I had more than enough trying to win back Annette. Maybe things would never be as good as they had been these last three quarters of a year, but that had been almost too perfect. Too good to last.
That Tracy's restrain could become a problem for me, didn't strike me before Annette told me that she wasn't able to see any abnormal behaviour in Tracy that day at all. I told her my theory about what the cause might be for her loss of interest, but Annette still had that sceptical look. I realised that I had a long way to go to win her back.
A whole week passed without any progress. Annette was very distant. She turned around to go to sleep the minute we got to bed. Opposing every attempt of affection. Life was in short a complete bitch this week. I couldn't think of anything else besides her. Of winning her back.
I really gave it my best shot. Tried to be as charming as possible. Having eyes for no one but Annette. Buying her flowers. Treating her for dinner at the best restaurant in town.
And after this week Tracy started returning to her old self again. I tried to make Annette aware about her, but it was difficult without telling her directly.
It was at the barbecue party that I saw her noticing Tracy's pass for the first time. Tracy was standing close to me next to the barbecue. Her body was caressing mine! I looked at Annette, but she didn't notice me. She was staring at her with an open mouth. Finally! Now she would realise that it was all true.
Then Tracy slapped me!
Hit me in the face with a flat hand. Putting a lot of power into the punch. I was too surprised to speak.
"Don't dare doing that again," she said with a shaky voice.
I shook my head. "What in God's name has got into you?"
I had trouble understanding what was going on. You might understand. Being a neutral and cool reader, sitting there and quietly conclusions. Perhaps you find me unbelievably slow. That I had to see the trap closing. But I didn't. I had no idea of what was happening. The only thing on my mind was to save the relationship with Annette.
Tracy turned around and ran into the house. Before she disappeared, we could all hear her starting to cry. I looked around desperately. Her looked at me with some serious expressions, Theresa didn't seem to understand anything, but Annette looked like she had it all figured out. I'm afraid her conclusion was in my disfavour.
The moment was terribly embarrassing. No one seemed to know what to say. "I'll go talk with her." I said suddenly, and stepped towards the door.
Annette stopped me. "I think it might be better if I do it." she said. I just nodded.
The rest of the evening was simply embarrassing. Annette and Tracy came out together, but Tracy didn't say much this evening. Reserved, reticent. I probably was quite reserved myself. The brain working overtime to make an attempt of understanding what was going on and what was about to happen. But I have never been among the smartest when it comes to these things. The only thing I realised was that I had to stay away from Tracy. I couldn't let her get near me.
Despite this terrible setback, Annette gradually got her mood back. It was against her nature to behave the way she had done these last couple of weeks. It was so good to see glimpses of the "old" Annette, that I almost started crying.
She started with giving me hugs, then kisses. Finally, one evening almost three weeks after the fatal kiss, we had a refreshing talk. We cried, kissed and hugged. Made love for hours in the night. What a feeling! Falling asleep with Annette close to me again. God, how I had missed her.
I stayed awake long after she had fallen asleep. Enjoying the soft, warm body next to mine. Her head buried in my neck, her heavy squeezing against my chest. Her long, bright, flowing hair spread out over my upper body. Listening to her characteristic sleeping breath. I loved her more than ever. It felt so good to know she had forgiven me.
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I woke up with her doing something she had never done before. We had developed a really good sex life, even though if it was a rather traditional. This day she woke me up by taking it in her mouth.
It was the most wonderful feeling I could imagine. Her warm, wet mouth closing around my stiffening penis. Her long hair flowing freely over my lower body. I closed my eyes, concentrating on the feelings flowing through my body.
When it was all hard, she started moving her head up and down. Her tongue licking around the head of the penis made the experience almost unbearable. I grabbed her head. Moaned. She gave away a few moans of her own, which for some reason increased my pleasure.
The wild tongue of hers made it impossible to hold back any longer.
"I'm coming soon," I whispered. Thought it best to warn her, few like to have it in their mouth when it starts squirting.
And as I thought, she pulled back moments before I came, but she didn't get further than getting hit in the face.
I was exhausted. With my eyes closed, I laid still in bed listening to the rain outside. The first rainy day, I thought. Maybe we'll have to spend all day in bed. I almost started laughing, but realised that it would have been an odd thing to do.
Instead I whispered a thank you. Knew that Annette had crossed a border that was not easy for her. She pulled herself upward in the bed, stopped with her head resting against my chest. I enjoyed the closeness of her. How her small pressed against my stomach. The way she held me. Pressed herself into me. It was good to feel her so close to me again.
I realised that it had stopped raining. Strange how the weather changes here down south, I thought. It sounded like it was really pouring down just seconds ago.
Something is wrong!
Terribly wrong.
I opened my eyes and saw the sunshine through the curtains. This was either the weather change of all times, or it was something else. Then it hit me. Small pressed into my stomach. Annette has large, heavy breasts.
I looked down at a much too small nude body enclosing mine. Pushed her suddenly away. "What have you done?" I whispered through closed teeth.
Tracy sat up on her knees. Smiling. Semen ran down her face. Threads of it stretching from her face down to my own body.
"Get out before Annette gets back." Tracy didn't react, and I started panicking. Where was Annette? I started getting out of bed, but didn't get further than sitting up before she stood in the bathroom door.
There had never been any rain, I realised. It had been Annette showering.
I'll never forget her expression when she stood in that door. Not believing her own eyes. Undeniable proof. I won't forget her sister's triumphant expression either. Tracy turned around and faced her sister, presenting quite a different expression to her.
I tried to say something, but for the second time Tracy had captured my tongue. So she came ahead of me again. "I'm so sorry, Annette. I'm so very sorry." She started crying. Tears flowing down her face. Her body started shaking. "He said he loved me. That he loved me more than life itself."
I couldn't think of any reply. Had no idea of what I could say. The situation was so incredible. So stupid. So unbelievably stupid. She had caught me in a trap with no way out. I realised that Annette was lost. She would never stand even looking at me.
The sniffling teenager put her face in her hands.
"Come." said Annette and held out her hand to her sister. "Let's get out of here." Her voice was so cold. The willpower she presented to keep her mask was admirable. She really impressed me. How I loved that girl.
I knew she was lost. That I had lost.
"He said he loved me. That he wanted to feel my body next to his in bed. Then he forced it into my mouth. Complaining about you never taking it in your mouth."
Annette looked at me with disgust. Grabbed her sister's arm, who apparently was unable to move away by herself.
I started crying. To no use, naturally. "I thought she was you." I said.
Annette laughed coldly, without any joy. "Sure. We are so alike that nobody can see the difference. I know." She started walking away, dragging the sniffling along. When she was almost out of the room, I made one last attempt to explain how it happened.
"She was under the quilt! Woke me up by taking it in her mouth. I didn't strike me that it could be anyone but you."
She stopped in the door opening, laid her arms protectively around her sister. Kissed her on the cheek. "That I could misjudge anyone as thoroughly as I have done with you. she's just a child. How could you?" She squeezed harder around her sniffling sister. "I don't want to see you again. Never!"
"You must understand that it is her that you have misjudged, not me. She is ruthless. Completely ruthless. And terribly intelligent." I knew it was hopeless, but I had to at least try.
"I am so ashamed that I didn't understand it at once." Annette continued. "That I didn't get it even after Tracy told me about how you always pinched her butt, squeezed her breasts. How can you use a small child that way?"
They went up the stairs together. Tracy crying, Annette comforting. I was feeling terribly alone.
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So that was my story. Well, it's not completely over yet. There is one small thing left to tell. Not especially flattering, but then again, not much in this is.
Two weeks after I left Annette, or well, had to leave Annette. They threatened about reporting me to the police, and who do you thing the cops would believe? Exactly. I had to leave. So let's try again. Two weeks after I had to leave Annette, I started working. I applied to five jobs, got four interviews and two offers. Good times for people with my education, no need to say more. I got a two-room apartment that I moved into immediately.
The odd thing I'm about to tell you, is that the next weekend, Tracy was on the door. How she got the address, I don't know. Besides, it is quite a trip to make for a thirteen year old. But she was there. Right in front of me. With her eyes full of tears, and look in her eyes that begged for forgiveness.
"I'm so much in love with you." was the only explanation she would give to my question of why she had done what she had done. We talked all day, but rather early in the afternoon she said she had go back. Nobody knew where she was, so she had to be home before anyone started missing her.
"I'll be back next weekend" she said and kissed me on the cheek.
Yes, I know I should have thrown her out the minute I saw her. This is bad news. Terribly bad news. It's just that she reminds me so much of Annette. besides, she is the only one who can tell Annette the truth, and make her believe it. Maybe I can get her to do that? If only I could make her realise what she has done, she might want to make it up again.
Okay, okay, so that is a lame excuse for accepting to see her again. I know she will never do that. She's a fox. Okay? A real fox. So that her body just. well, you've seen thirteen year yourself. You know what kind of body they have. This thirteen year beats them all. And she's in love with me, there is no question about that. Besides, I've already got a small taste of heaven with her, remember. How incredible it is to have it in her mouth. These last few days I have been unable to think of anything else besides that wild, little tongue of hers.
Enough about that. She's coming this weekend. That's bottom line. And what am I going to do about that? Well let me tell you.
I'm gonna take it as it comes.
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