Remec
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The rumbling of the train's wheels upon the track had had their usual effect on me. I was lying at an angle, head against the glass of the window, small patch of vapor upon the pane before my mouth as I slept. My ticket envelope was just visible sticking out from where I was using it as a book mark in the novel I'd brought along. Why I brought it was hard to say since I almost never read when travelling, either I was too preoccupied with the sights, I was asleep, or the act of reading irritated my head and provoked the motion sickness I had been prone to since I was, like, five.
My name is Scott Hendricks, and I am on my way home for the first time.
I know, that seems like an odd sort of thing to say, but it's so. During the war, my dad had fled rather than be drafted, and my mom had moved in with friends they shared on a commune in Washington state to better raise and care for me and my siblings. But, over the next several years, as those sorts of place tend to do, the commune factionalized and split into several different groups of households. My mom carted us around for a while, then she began leaving us here and there for longer and longer periods of time. Finally, one of us was left when we moved on, and then another, until we were all spread out and well cared for. Loved, even, in a way she knew she just couldn't handle anymore.
And now I'm 19. About to enter college on a scholarship. And I've not seen or heard from my mom or anyone for over a decade.
Until last week.
Last Tuesday, I'd gone to bring in the mail and flipped through the stack as I carried it inside to Audrey. Audrey had raised me since I was about eight or so, but she was young, and hip, and although there was a lot of maternal things to her, she was never my mother. I think it was because I was so old. Old enough to know that I had a mother and, kind of, remember who she was and what she was like. Old enough to take peeks at Audrey when we would get ready for bed, or change to go to the beach or community pool. Certainly old enough to have had my first fistful of cum been over thoughts of her.
Not the sort of way you thought of your mother. Well, not from what I've always been told, anyways.
So I'm looking at bill, bill, junk mail, bill, letter addressed to both me and Audrey, bill, junk...waitaminute...what was this? I looked at the return address, and noted that it was in the town where I was heading for school. But the name didn''t mean anything to me.
I opened it and it was from my mom. She'd managed to find one of my sisters at the college, and set herself up in town there with a job to be close to her and get to know Elizabeth better. I paused to think what I knew about Elizabeth myself, but just had distanct memories of a skinny, darkhaired girl a few years older than me, who'd been left behind sometime before I came to live with Audrey.
Mom had found out I was also coming to school there, and wanted to make contact and see if I wanted to get to know her also. "Not that I'd blame you if you didn't; but if you'd like to, you could learn about other parts of your family."
I'd written her back, saying I was up for it. That I would love to meet her and Elizabeth both, but that I was staying on campus, and would be in touch when I was ready for a meeting. I mean, after all, I needed to get used to being in a new place, that was already going to be full of new people, before I added a new family to the mix.
She understood, I guess. She called Audrey last night, had gotten my letter that morning and wanted to tell me it was fine by her. Audrey had given me the phone number when I left this morning. Hugged me really close, like I wasn't ever coming back to her. So close I had to break it off before my dick woke up more than it already was at being pressed against her thighs so tightly.
So now I was headed for school. To the where my mom and my sister both lived. Home.
But just at the moment, I was on a train of other students on their way to the campus and I was asleep against the window. Alone in the compartment, dreaming and waiting to see what an adventure this new life was going to be.....
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OOC: Okay...this is just an open-ended sort of coming of age thread that came to me after talking with someone in PM last week. Well, the talk had been last week, but this finally congealed this morning.<g>
Anyways...essentially, it's the tale of a bright young man raised in a more open sort of manner than most, who finds himself in a new place among new people and gets into various sexual encounters. Thrown into the mix is a very young looking mother who had had to abandon him, and a sister close to his age whom he doesn't really remember.
I think we all know where this might be heading, yes? <g>
Anyone want to join in...feel free...we would have all sorts of people to be encountered...
My name is Scott Hendricks, and I am on my way home for the first time.
I know, that seems like an odd sort of thing to say, but it's so. During the war, my dad had fled rather than be drafted, and my mom had moved in with friends they shared on a commune in Washington state to better raise and care for me and my siblings. But, over the next several years, as those sorts of place tend to do, the commune factionalized and split into several different groups of households. My mom carted us around for a while, then she began leaving us here and there for longer and longer periods of time. Finally, one of us was left when we moved on, and then another, until we were all spread out and well cared for. Loved, even, in a way she knew she just couldn't handle anymore.
And now I'm 19. About to enter college on a scholarship. And I've not seen or heard from my mom or anyone for over a decade.
Until last week.
Last Tuesday, I'd gone to bring in the mail and flipped through the stack as I carried it inside to Audrey. Audrey had raised me since I was about eight or so, but she was young, and hip, and although there was a lot of maternal things to her, she was never my mother. I think it was because I was so old. Old enough to know that I had a mother and, kind of, remember who she was and what she was like. Old enough to take peeks at Audrey when we would get ready for bed, or change to go to the beach or community pool. Certainly old enough to have had my first fistful of cum been over thoughts of her.
Not the sort of way you thought of your mother. Well, not from what I've always been told, anyways.
So I'm looking at bill, bill, junk mail, bill, letter addressed to both me and Audrey, bill, junk...waitaminute...what was this? I looked at the return address, and noted that it was in the town where I was heading for school. But the name didn''t mean anything to me.
I opened it and it was from my mom. She'd managed to find one of my sisters at the college, and set herself up in town there with a job to be close to her and get to know Elizabeth better. I paused to think what I knew about Elizabeth myself, but just had distanct memories of a skinny, darkhaired girl a few years older than me, who'd been left behind sometime before I came to live with Audrey.
Mom had found out I was also coming to school there, and wanted to make contact and see if I wanted to get to know her also. "Not that I'd blame you if you didn't; but if you'd like to, you could learn about other parts of your family."
I'd written her back, saying I was up for it. That I would love to meet her and Elizabeth both, but that I was staying on campus, and would be in touch when I was ready for a meeting. I mean, after all, I needed to get used to being in a new place, that was already going to be full of new people, before I added a new family to the mix.
She understood, I guess. She called Audrey last night, had gotten my letter that morning and wanted to tell me it was fine by her. Audrey had given me the phone number when I left this morning. Hugged me really close, like I wasn't ever coming back to her. So close I had to break it off before my dick woke up more than it already was at being pressed against her thighs so tightly.
So now I was headed for school. To the where my mom and my sister both lived. Home.
But just at the moment, I was on a train of other students on their way to the campus and I was asleep against the window. Alone in the compartment, dreaming and waiting to see what an adventure this new life was going to be.....
*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=
OOC: Okay...this is just an open-ended sort of coming of age thread that came to me after talking with someone in PM last week. Well, the talk had been last week, but this finally congealed this morning.<g>
Anyways...essentially, it's the tale of a bright young man raised in a more open sort of manner than most, who finds himself in a new place among new people and gets into various sexual encounters. Thrown into the mix is a very young looking mother who had had to abandon him, and a sister close to his age whom he doesn't really remember.
I think we all know where this might be heading, yes? <g>
Anyone want to join in...feel free...we would have all sorts of people to be encountered...
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