So, what if I stole?

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StangStar06 has half of us dreaming we were him, and the other half looking to capitalize on the few mistakes he's made. So, what if I stole his toons? What if I made his characters my own?

What would happen if I started a new story with them involved, and made them react to my own character? Something like this?

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The long stretch of lawn that spanned between us was pretty well manicured. I mean, no dandilions blooming in a corner, and no straight out weeds growing from the soil with bare dirt exposed. I guess it was a fairly decent lawn, if that's what you were into taking care off. It was much better than my own, but that was mostly because I couldn't care less whether the front of my place looked good or not.

"You ready?" the man facing me asked, gripping the hilt of his sheathed sword loosely by his right hand and the hardened wood sheath hanging below more firmly with his left.

Great, I thought. All I need is for him to try a quick draw strike. The guy may know kendo, but I didn't really want to embarass him.

"Ready," I said cooly, surprised that my voice didn 't sound impatient.

He didn't hesitate, stepping forward with his right foot quickly while pulling the sword in an upward undercut strike from his left hip that would have sliced my chin open if I hadn't stepped back. I swatted his strike aside with the flat of my blade and struck his ribs with a slicing thrust forward, the edge of my sword against his ribs.

His reaction was instant, bringing his left elbow down and nearly snapping the wooden sword from my grip.

"Damn," he hissed, rubbing his side. "That's three straight, Vance. I don't think I can even get close. Can we just spar maybe? I mean, to practice styles?"

I laughed. "Seriously, Leg. I really don't have any style."

He sheathed the wooden blade in his scabbard with a fluid motion and bowed to me, causing me to laugh. The last thing I knew how to do was respect styles the way he did.

He smiled as he rose from the bow. "It's not funny, Vance. I've trained since... Well, I've trained for a long time. I think you have the soul of a samurai."

I chuckled aloud. "Katana wa bushi no tamashii?" I couldn't hide the snicker. "Seriously? That's what Sensei Tan pushed on you?"

Legolas blushed but nodded with a serious look. "He taught what I needed to learn."

"He taught what you wanted to hear," I corrected without hiding a smirk. "Honestly, Leg. Before the first time I beat him with swords, he was all about telling me that samurai crap. Like that would give me an edge in a damned sword fight or something. Five rounds later he was telling me I was some kind of chosen one. By the end, the guy was bowing to me constantly. I never understood his Japanese because he kept blending it with Cantonese slang.."

Legolas stared at me opened mouthed with some kind of fucked-up shock glare, like I was just being stupid, when his wife Anna broke us up.

"Vance, you're done making my man feel like he has to spend more time with stupid swords than with me, right?" Her voice was so sincere that I couldn't do much but envy my friend as he took her hand and they pressed inward to join in a soft kiss and a big smile.

"I am," I admitted with a another smirk that I hoped hid my envy. "But, Leggy is a little protective about his interest in sharp toys, Anna. In fact, you're in the top slot for sharpness, so I don't really want to discourage him from playing too much. Besides, these swords that Raphe carved feel pretty real, and I don't want to actually break them. Probably worth a couple of hundred each."

"Nonsense," Raphe's wife interrupted as she walked up behind me and took the sword from my hand. "Look here," she started with her French accent that made it sound like a proposition. "See how the grain curves away from the back? I think my Raphe has made this to break if you fight edge to edge, no? He cares for you..."

I jumped when she slapped my butt with her palm. Legolas and Anna laughed as I spun away.

"You think my Raphe wants you to win, eh, Vance?" She snuffed air in a snort and scanned me from top to bottom with her eyes. "Ach, you succeed too easily in things. A beautiful man skilled in things physical is a threat to any relationship. Our men are lucky we love them so much, eh?" she asked with a quick glance to Anna. "A man like you, always winning in things... That's a man not to trust in love."

Feeling awkward, I turned away to face Legolas. "I hate them both."

Legolas grabbed his wife and hugged her shoulder against his chest. "I couldn't live without her," he said, grabbing Amanda and pulling her into his chest facing his wife. "Either of them."

"You do know I can make crossbows too," Raphe said as he walked up with a long spatula. The bib Bar-B-Q apron he wore said simply "Well-Done" in big black letters.

Legolas laughed as he released Raphe's wife, who seemed to glare at me even as she turned and embraced her husband.

"I can't win," I groaned.

"You..." Raphe started with a grin, "always win," all three announced together in a single note of condemnation.

"And that," Amanda added sweetly as she turned in her husband's arms to face me, "is why we must find you a wife. You are too much temptation for all our friends."

"Yeah," Anna agreed. "Temptation is an edge we cannot make new friends with, Vance. How many women have you shot down?"

"Hey," I defended. "I can't help if you bring stupid women into my life. I mean, that last girl? Terra? A construction worker with more muscles than most guys? What the hell were you thinking?"

I smiled when Anna blushed and Amanda turned away.

Raphe snorted. "Dude, she was hot. You see those muscles in her abdomen? Looked like she could..."

Amanda smacked him hard enough on the chest that I knew there would be a hand print.

"Dude, she wasn't right for me," I said quickly with a laugh. Raphe was rubbing his chest as I spoke again. "It was obvious as soon as she started talking gym bullshit."

"Well," Anna started. "She was Elaine's choice. Well, Christa's I guess. Christa was tellling Elaine about her Terra Firma school project and when they met in the gym, Elaine thought you guys were a decent match. Doesn't hurt that she had big boobs and a firm butt."

"Fake boobs and a man's butt," I corrected with a smirk that made Legolas laugh.

"She meant the best for you," Amanda said with a smile. "We know how the trust works in their family, and if you had given the woman a chance, she would have..."

"Stop," I said quickly. "Chrissie doesn't get a say. I know she is all crazy magical and all. Hell, I've sat in the garage and talked to her myself. Doesn't mean Elaine has some kind of insight to my love life. I'd trust Chrissie over Tim or Elaine. If that car pulled out in front of me to stop some foxy woman just to get my attention... Well, she'd have my attention. But Elaine? What the hell does she know about me?"

"I know you are a piss-poor excuse of a true man," Elaine's voice spat from behind me.

"Oh, uh.. Hey, Elaine... Tim.." I greeted weekly as she folded her arms and he lowered their cooler to the ground by the grill.

"Youvan!" their beautiful little girl screamed as she ran up and jumped into me, landing her crotch over my hip and wrapping her arms around me. "You'll play videos tonight, right? Cause, I've been practicing on all your games and my skills are totally legendary now. Or legendly.. Whatever Daddy calls it."

I blushed, knowing it wasn't appropriate to have their seven-year-old humping my waist with every other word. But her strong little arms were wrapped around my neck and she cinched her arms against my shoulders to keep herself up.

"I'll sure try, Sweetie. If Uncle Tink lets me."

"Uncle Lego!" the girl insisted, looking over me as she gripped my waist with her legs and bumped her crotched against me. "You know daddy hates you calling him Tinker-Boy!"

I glanced at Legolas, who had the decency to look away from the young girl humping against me.

"Christa," Amanda said kindly but scolded with her look. "You'll help me make the salad, no?" She took the girl's hand and peeled her off of me, leading her toward the house.

"Sorry about that," Tim apologized for his daughter. "You're the only one she does that to."

"Cause she's the only one that can," Christa's mother Elaine whispered with a laugh as she swatted my arm.

Dinner was fun. Comfortable. I loved these people more than I ever loved my own family. There was something to be said for close friends and close relationships. Everyghing, actually. But most of it was about trust and faith. I had faith that the three women of our group loved their men and would never ever take it beyond appropriate. Excluding, of course, the seven-year-old humptress that always seemed to bruise my waist with her crotch. And the women knew I'd never hit on them, with or without their husbands present. Legolas, Raphe, and Tim were my closest friends, and their wives were just part of the situation. I loved them all.

"So, another two months?" Raphe asked as he took a forkfull of macaroni salad into his mouth.

"Month and a half," I corrected with a smile. "Scheduled for a month, but you know how that works." I took a bite of burger.

"You still have to, you know?" Legolas asked.

"Pee?" I asked back quickly with a laugh. "Yeah. Can you come hold my hand and run the water to help me?" I stood up and reached out my hand.

"Yes," Anna answered, rising from across the table quickly which caused Legolas to frown.

"Ah, no. That's okay. I'll take this one solo and maybe you can get your hubby to help me next time."

"No, he's not gay," she said smoothly. "And, we need to talk to you." She nodded to Amanda and Elaine, who both rose without hesitating.

"Uh, no. Seriously, I'm fine," I said nervously.

"No, you're not," Elaine chided. "We need to talk to you this time. Chrissie and Christa were..." She looked at the men remaining at the table. Her husband Tim just nodded knowingly, but Raphe raised his eyebrows. "Things were discussed," Elaine finished weakly.

"And the topic was you," Amanda finished.

I glanced at my friends still seated at the table, and it was Tim that nodded.

"It's important," he said with a smile. "Chrissie spoke to her. In her head, I mean. That's pretty important."

Legolas and Raphe just looked at Tim with wide eyes.

I tried to shrug, pretending that information didn't creep the hell out of me. "Wow, okay. Guess I kind of have to listen then, right?"

"Vance," Tim said after barely a pause. "Trust her, okay? I mean, if she talks, just do me a favor? I need you to trust what Chrissie tells you."

Legolas kept staring at Tim, but Raphe frowned.

"Listen, Vance. That damned car is crazy scary, but she protects family. I don't think little Christa's affections are obvious enough to alert Chrissie, but if they are then you probably need to be careful."

The only thing was, Tim's girl was only 7. Spooky demon car or not, I was not getting involved with a a seven-year-old.

"Vance," Tim's wife scolded. "Chrissie wants to talk with you, and that means something. It's something important. If you want to flap your big dick around in front of my daughter, you and I will have pretty fucking serious words, and Chrissie might just kill you. That's NOT what this is about. Vance, we need to talk about things."

I don't know if I actually shook or not, but if Tim's car wanted to actually talk with me... I couldn't just ignore her.

"Kay," I said, letting my reluctance show.

"Vance," Elaine scolded in a voice that made us all take notice. "Whether or not you believe, whether or not you trust in this kind of freaky paranormal crap..." She looked at me and stared right into me like I was totally tranparent. "As God is my witness," she started with a very calm voice. "You need to talk to our car."

I looked at her, glancing at the rest of them who all looked so serious. I couldn't help it. I laughed.

It wasn't just a little laugh... I mean, I laughed pretty damned hard. And out loud.
 
Admiration

Guess I'd have to give Kudos, huh? And all the praise I earned with actually writing that kind of st ory would have to go to him, right?

Muchos luv, Stang. Muchos.
 
And what if..

What if I went too far, or twisted his toons so they didn't fit the original mold? What if I broke them apart and made them my own?

Is that plagerism?

What if I made them my own idea...

Like this:

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A rumbling background noise gradually clarified into a voice, but the words were foreign and held no meaning. He would have spent more time trying to decipher what was being said had there not been a nagging tug at his shirt. He struggled against the hands on him before he opened his eyes. Then the hands tightened, confining him.

"It's okay. Relax!" The thin man's voice was stern, but calm. "I'm trying to help you. Do you know where you are?"

He still struggled against the hands that still held him down.

"Get off me!" he spat, trying to turn enough to get his arm beneath him.

The man hovering over him immediately lifted his hands in a surrendering gesture and moved back.

"Jason," a familiar voice filled with worry called.

He sat up, slightly dizzy, to find himself on the floor beside his table. A couple of books were lying beside him.

"Jason?" the voice repeated behind him.

The owner of the bookshop, Evellyn Kerr, was standing at the other end of the table. Her hands were raised to her cheeks and her forehead had worry lines where her eyebrows drew together.

"I'm okay, Eve," he said, rubbing at the pain in his elbow. "What happened?"

She waddled forward and reached down to him.

"You collapsed, Honey," she explained as she helped him stand. "One minute you were sitting there and the next you were sliding to the floor in a heap."

"How do you feel?" the thin man asked, bending over to pick up the books that had fallen.

"I'm fine. Bumped my elbow pretty good, but no big deal."

"You should probably get checked out," the man advised. "You were out for almost a minute, and your skin turned bright red like you had hives or something."

"I'm fine," Jason repeated, grabbing his backpack off the chair and wincing when it put strain on his bruised elbow.

"Want me to call and have your mom pick you up, Jason?"

"No, Eve. Seriously, I'm fine." He brushed by the thin man and quickly made his way through the store to the front, taking care not to swing the bells against the glass when he pushed them open to the street.

It was early evening by the time he had walked the mile and a half to his house, and by then his elbow had stopped throbbing.

"Mom? I'm home!" he called out as he trudged through the living room and into the kitchen.

"So, did you get it?" his mother asked from the sink where she was washing vegetables.

"Get... Oh, the job. Crap! I forgot to ask."

"Jase," she scolded. "Watch your language. I thought that was the only reason you went there tonight."

"No, I had also had to return a couple of books Eve let me borrow." He dropped his bag on the floor beside a barstool and sat on it.

"Oh, Honey! Just ask her! With all the time you spend at that store, you probably know more about the books there than the other people she has working there."

He chuckled. "Yeah, probably. But, I don't want to commit spending time helping people there when I could be reading instead."

"I'm sure you'd have plenty of time to do both, Jase. And, it would really do you some good," she claimed. Turning around, she grabbed a dish towel off the counter and dried her hands before sliding a head of lettuce on a cutting board to him. "You need to make some friends. Your own friends, you know? People that aren't already my friends or even older. You act way too mature for an eighteen-year-old."

He grabbed the lettuce and was reaching for the knife when she pulled it away and motioned toward the sink. He stood and went to the sink to wash up while she stirred a tomato sauce on the stove.

"I have friends," he mumbled softly before he turned around.

"Oh, tomorrow I need you and Paula to clean up the backyard for the party Saturday afternoon. She has to work Friday, and I don't want you doing it all again. So BOTH of you work on it tomorrow."

He was still shaking his head when he sat back down and grabbed the knife. She noticed and put her hands on the counter across from him.

"What, Jason?"

"I'm sure she'll find something else more important tomorrow. Probably shortly after you leave for work."

"I've already talked with her." She leaned forward to look closely at her son. "I'm serious, Jase. I don't want you doing her share again. Don't let her bully you this time."

They continued preparing dinner with idle talk, about how her work was going and what paperwork they still needed to complete for his enrollment in college after summer. As always, housing arrangements came up. Then it became a heated discussion, and finally an argument.

"I don't want the added expense, Mom!"

"And I'm telling you the only way to get a real education is to immerse yourself in the college life. You need to stay on campus and get involved instead of hiding in books like you did through high school."

"I'll still get an education, but it I'll also be able to help out here. Paula doesn't live on campus."

"Because she isn't interested in an education! She thinks life is just a big party, with drinks and dancing. Even at nineteen, it's like she's still in Junior High. And you act like your over thirty. You two are complete opposites."

He shrugged. It was the same argument they'd had before. He didn't want to live with strangers that acted like his sister. His mom wanted him to loosen up and enjoy life more. But, his enjoyment came from the education and not the socialization. She just didn't seem to understand that.

The sound of the front door slamming and female voices announced that his sister was home.

"Hey, Mom! Jaylord..." she added with a slap to his shoulder that, though not painful, certainly wasn't brotherly. He barely kept from cutting himself.

"Hi, Mrs. H!" Kate's voice sang directly behind him. "Hey, Skeletor. What's shakin'?" she snickered, grabbing him by the ribs on each side and wiggling him back and forth aggressively on the stool. When she released him, she whipped her dark brown hair around so that it slapped across his eyes.

"Mom, this is Tiff. She's in my rock-climbing class but isn't going to school."

"Hi, Mrs. Hammond. I'm Tiffany Dreskal, but everyone calls me Tiff," said a new voice that made Jason risk a quick glance behind him.

The girl was another clone of his sister, though her hair was a darker blonde and her eyes were green rather than blue. She was wearing grey shorts and a light blue sports bra, similar to the outfits his sister and Kate were wearing, and her exposed tanned skin clearly placed her in the same group of sun worshippers. The three standing together in their sporty outfits looked like a trio of fitness models.

Tiff glanced at him and smiled. Her eyes twitched, like she wanted to ignore him but was forcing herself not to. Her smile brightened when he returned it without thinking, and her perfectly white teeth flashed.

A sharp pain in his lower back suddenly made him lurch forward.

"Dweeb," Kate snarled in a partially hushed voice as she jabbed again with her fingers. "Tiff's SO out of your league." He could feel her hissed warning on the back of his neck and his mom glanced at him briefly with an impatient look before turning back to the new girl.

"You're not going to school, Tiff?"

"Oh, I will, eventually. My mother and father insisted I go right away, but I wasn't ready right out of high school. I ended up failing out the first semester and have another year before they'll allow me to re-enroll without the zeroes averaged in. I still have to retake those courses to replace the grades, but they won't be averaged in with my GPA."

"Another year? Doesn't the academic probation allow you to go back right away?"

Tiff laughed, nodding her head. "Yes, it does but you have to keep the zeroes on your transcripts. Besides, I was a little rebellious back then and wanted to show my parents they made a mistake forcing me."

"Back then?" The tone of his mom's voice raised a little, though her expression remained the same.

"That was four years ago, and I think it's taking me this long to realize that an education is really something I need to have. I started taking a couple of simple credit classes, like the rock-climbing with Paula and Kate, just to get back in touch."

"So, you're twenty-three or so?"

Paula gasped with exaggeration. "Mom! That's way personal..."

Tiff raised her hand to his sister, stopping the interruption. "No, it's okay, Paula. I'm twenty-two. I was the youngest in my class all through school. I guess in a lot of ways I'm still pretty reckless, but I'm getting my priorities straightened out. I don't think you would have liked me much in high school, Mrs. Hammond. I think you're a lot like my mom, and I didn't even begin to appreciate her back then."

Jason couldn't help but risk another glance at her. Her instant smile when she met his eyes made him blush and turn back to the cutting board. She seemed so confident compared to his sister's other friends. And the way she was talking was so candidly open instead of the giggling stupidity he was used to hearing.

His mom was staring at her. For the first time in his life, he thought maybe his mom was actually at a loss for words. But, then a smile started that broke into a grin.

"Call me Laura, Tiff."

"Thanks, Laura. It's really nice to meet you." She turned to Jason. "It's nice to meet you too. Uh, Jay?"

"Ja.. <ahem> Uh, Jason. Hi, Tiffany," he answered, turning on the stool to partially face her.

"Dork," Kate hissed loudly enough to be obvious.

"Jason just graduated high school," his sister added quickly. "Kind of a brain, which is good in some ways. At least he was always there to help me get through classes."

"You know anything about Calculus and Physics?" the green-eyed beauty asked, tipping her head to the side.

"I, uh... I've taken them," he flustered.

She smiled and placed her fingertips on his arm. "Do you think you could tutor them?"

His arm tingled where the warmth of her hand passed into his skin and he resisted the urge to pull away from her. She was staring at him, looking at him expectantly and causing his heart to race.

"Uh, what?"

"Do you think you could tutor them? I mean, you did well in them, right?"

"Are you kidding?" his sister laughed. "Jaylord not ace a class?"

His mom interrupted as well. "I thought you weren't going to school, Tiff."

"Oh, it's not for me. I have this friend, Amber. She struggled terribly with those two classes this last semester and was looking for a tutor to help her over the summer. She's a really nice girl and really smart, but those two classes were her downfall. They just didn't click with her, and when she failed and 'Daddy Hodges' threatened to have the professors fired, she knew she had to get outside help."

"Amber Hodges?" Kate gasped, causing everyone to turn to her. When Tiff nodded, Kate looked to his mom and explained. "Amber is like, the only heir to Hodges Financial. They're like, the biggest investors in everything Hollywood!"

"You're friends with Amber Hodges?" Paula squealed. "Why didn't you tell us?!"

"It's not a big deal, guys. Amber is a nice girl and we've been friends since pre-school. She's been like my little sister since she was two and I was five. She used to stay with us whenever her parents went out of town, which was a lot back then."

Jason could see even his mom was impressed, as all three were staring at Tiff with awe.

"Seriously, no big deal, " she repeated, turning back to Jason. "So, do you think maybe you could spend some time helping her? Maybe convince her to retake them over the summer?"

"Uh, sure. I guess. I mean, I don't know if they're that much harder in college, but I should be able to help her."

"Oh, Jason!" she said, quickly hugging him with her chin pressed into his neck and her arms wrapped around his shoulders. He sat frozen during the embrace, and remained rigid even after she released him and stepped back.

She pulled out her phone and quickly raced her thumbs over the surface for about twenty seconds. When she finished, she looked up at him and grinned.

"She'll be so happy! She was afraid she was going to have to wait until next year. She didn't want to have to go through the tutoring at school. Kind of stubborn that way, not wanting to admit to her dad when she needs help, especially with him already paying attention."

"So, Mom," Paula interrupted. "We were going to go catch a movie and then crash over at Tiff's place, kay?"

"I need you and Jason to clean up the patio tomorrow," she reminded. "I don't want you staying up all night and not doing your share."

"I can do that Friday," Paula sighed.

"You work Friday, and I want it done tomorrow."

Paula huffed, "Fine. I'll be home by 10:00 in the morning."

She and Kate both spun and headed out of the kitchen.

"It was really nice to meet you, Laura," Tiff said with a smile. "Jason, I'll get more info from Amber tonight and let you know tomorrow? I don't know what kind of wage you would earn for tutoring, but set a reasonable price. Amber can afford it, but she's no pushover when it comes to money."

With that, she turned and walked out with both Jason and his mom watching her.

"Nice girl," Laura said, turning back to the stove. "Easy on the eyes too, huh Jase? Maybe a little old for you, but..."

"Mom," Jason laughed, swiveling back to the bar.

After the girls left, the two ate and then retired to watch a movie. It was a drama about a man whose wife died of cancer and how he coped with finding out about the affair she had maintained for years behind his back. It wasn't something they would typically watch together, and neither really enjoyed it. His father had died in a car crash when he was still in diapers, and watching a movie about the death and betrayal of a spouse wasn't high on his list of good times.

Once in his room, he thought again about tutoring. It wasn't something he'd ever really thought of. Helping his older sister with her classes was trivial, and even though she wasn't the nicest to him, he liked spending the time with her. He wondered if Amber would be the same.

Then, he thought of the blonde girl - Tiffany Dreskal and her amazing green eyes...

The gradual volume increase of his beeping alarm blended smoothly with his dream. In it, he was on a small boat motoring toward a buoy right offshore. The gentle bumps of the waves as the stern cut through them was calming, but the ringing of the buoy's bell was getting louder and louder the closer he got. It was annoying, because he wasn't moving that fast across the water, and it was still somewhat distant.

The step between his dream and reality was quick, and reflex brought his hand up to silence the alarm before it reached full volume. He lay in bed for several seconds relaxing.

"Jason?"

"Yeah, Mom. I'm up," he answered the voice from outside his door.

"Remember, you and Paula have to get the back done today. I'm headed to work."

"Got it, Mom," he shouted as he rubbed his eyes. Yawning, he stretched and slid his legs over the edge of the bed and onto the floor. He grabbed a t-shirt and cargo shorts off the floor as he headed to the bathroom.

A quick bowl of cereal and a cup of coffee got him out back to work on the yard before it was even 9:00. He knew his sister would be late, and he'd end up covering for her again. Such was his life.

He filled the mower with gasoline and checked the oil, adding a little to keep it topped. As he pulled it from the storage shed, he was surprised at how light it felt. Even more surprising was how easily he started it with the pull string, considering it usually took several tries to get the old thing started.

When he stopped halfway through, he hadn't even broken a sweat. Often, he'd take a break to get some water, but today he was feeling full of energy. He reached down to release the bag and then nearly fell over backward when he tugged it out. It was like it didn't weigh anything. He could see it was full, but it was really light, like a pillow. He took it over to the edge of the garden and opened the compost bin. Shaking the bag above it was one of the worst parts of doing the lawn. But this time, it was as simple as shaking a box of cereal over a bowl. He was surprised at how much grass came out as he stood there bouncing the bag up and down over the bin.

Not taking a break, he finished the lawn just as easily and had just closed the compost bin's lid when he turned and realized he had an audience.

His sister, Kate, and Tiff were lined up along the rail of the deck near the hot-tub and facing him. On the end beside Tiff was a red-headed girl he'd never seen before. They stopped talking when he turned and shaded his eyes to see them better. He knew that he was about to be teased. His sister and her friends never paid attention to him unless they were about to make fun of him.

"Hi, Jason," Tiff called with a little wave.

He waved back by just raising the hand from his forehead briefly. Then, doing his best to ignore them, he re-attached the bag and pushed the mower over to the shed. After pulling the door closed and latching it, he turned to find them still watching him. Reluctantly, he headed past them toward the steps by the pool.

"Hey, Jason," Tiff said as he started to pass below them. "This is Amber. When you get cleaned up a bit, she'd like to talk to you about tutoring?"

He stopped and looked up, squinting into the morning sun just over their heads. "Uh, sure. Hi, Amber. Um, just take me a minute."

He continued toward the steps, feeling their eyes on him and then hearing whispers.

"...never said he..."

"...your brother..."

"...wasn't my brother."

"You see how his..."

He cringed, bracing himself for them to start throwing teasing comments at him. It didn't happen, and he made it safely to the house where he headed straight to his bathroom to shower. Ten minutes later, he was dressed in clean shorts and another t-shirt. He headed toward the living room and found them all waiting for him. Paula and Kate were on the love-seat and Tiff and Amber were on the couch.

"There you are," Tiff smiled.

They were all dressed similarly again. This time, with tennis skirts, polo shirts, and sandals with heels. They looked like they just got back from some yacht club with a dress code.

"Hi, Jason. I'm Amber," she said holding out her hand with the palm down.

He glanced at the way she exteneded her hand, not sure if she expected him to kiss it or just admire the rubies and diamonds on the ring she wore. Guessing a hand shake was the best, he gripped her fingers lightly and was surprised when she gripped his firmly and pulled him down to sit beside her.

"Tiff said you might be able to help me with a couple of classes?" she asked as he settled onto the couch.

The red-head was pretty, with pale smooth skin that didn't seem to have moles or freckles. Her pixie face had sculpted eyebrows over green eyes that looked very similar to Tiff's.

"Uh, yeah. Calculus and Physics? I've taken them. I'm not sure if high school compares to college level..."

He glanced over at his sister and she was giving him a strange look. It wasn't the condescending one he expected. She seemed... surprised?

Kate didn't make him any more comfortable because he caught her eyes staring and then quickly checking her fingernails when she realized he had noticed.

"I'm sure you'll be much better at explaining than my professors were," Amber laughed, touching her hand to his arm. "They threw formulas and equasions out constantly but didn't explain why they worked, or even what they were for."

"And," chimed in Tiff, laying her fingers over his bare knee to draw his attention. "You'll have way more patience than those egg-heads do. From what she's said, most of the science teachers focus their attention on the top ten percent of the class that actually get what they're saying."

The goosebumps from her hand sent tingles all the way up to his groin, and when she smiled at him and squeezed, the tingle spread further.

"So, are you game?" Amber asked, tugging his sleeve to pull him back. She let her hand fall back to his forearm. "Are you willing to help me?"

"Yeah, sure. Helpfully I'll hope..." He blushed when she laughed. "I mean, hopefully I'll help."

"Perfect," she announced. "So, wages and times. I'm thinking at least an hour or two every day, or a few hours every other day, but we can change that around to a few hours every day if things work well. Maybe evenings too, if you haven't already made plans that is. And, I can afford up to $50 an hour, or $200 a day, but that will depend on the help you can give."

Jason's jaw dropped and he stared with disbelief at the red-head who was now squeezing his arm.

"Jesus," Kate whispered loudly to his sister Paula. "$50 an hour? That's like, more than we make on a full shift!"

"Amber," Paula continued. "My brother isn't a prostitute. That's an awful lot for just tutoring."

The red-head started laughing. "Is that too much? I wasn't sure, so I found out what the professors were making. I figured one-on-one with a tutor would cost about the same."

Tiff slid her hand just above his knee and held it there. "Nonsense. You offered it, Amber. Now it's up to Jason."

Everyone looked at him and he suddenly grew uncomfortable. He stood abruptly and stepped away from the couch, thankful that he did so without stumbling.

"Uh, how about $25 an hour? I mean, I'm not a professor and I wouldn't be as helpful. Whenever is fine. I might start working at the bookstore but I'm not sure. So, maybe a couple of times a week..."

"Deal," Amber shouted, jumping up and giving him a hug that took his breath away. Her breasts pressed into his chest and her arms wrapped around his waist and pulled their hips together. She didn't release him right away, and he felt his growing erection press into her abdomen. She leaned her head back and winked at him, bumping her hips against him a couple of times which only made it worse.

Before she let him go, her hand slid down and cupped his balls as her palm pressed against the base of his erection and moved up and down. He stumbled backward to escape the groping and heard a gasp from the love-seat. Both Kate and his sister were staring at his crotch and he quickly turned and ran to the kitchen.

What the fuck? They had totally just set him up! Have some new girl grab and hug him right in front of his sister and Kate, offer him a bunch of money and then rub his dick just so they could laugh at him. UGH! And he fell for it!

He had barely put his hands on the counter when he heard someone come in behind him.

"Hey, Jason?" Tiff said. "Uh, Amber is... She didn't do that to embarrass you..."

"Go away," he ordered without turning. He should have expected it.

"Seriously. We talked about you before coming over here. She was going to offer you $20 an hour for a couple of hours a week."

She stepped up behind him, close enough he could smell her perfume.

He moved down the counter. "I get it. 'Ha ha, let's tease Paula's little brother...' Really funny, joke's on me. Just go away."

"That's not what I'm saying, Jason," she said as she stepped closer.

"I should have known better."

He felt her breasts press into his back so he shrugged away from her, moving further down the counter.

"Just, stop! Please," he pleaded. "Why can't you guys just leave me alone? It's not funny to me."

She looked surprised, and took a step toward him as he pushed away from the counter and stormed out of the kitchen. He could hear their whispers quickly silence as he raced to the stairs and up to his room.

After forty-five minutes, he had finally gotten over his anger and embarassment. Finally making progress on reading his latest aquisition from the history section of the bookstore after struggling to forget their torment. The anger he felt had distracted him enough that he needed to read several chapters twice to retain it.

A soft knock at his door made him glance up.

"Go away!"

"Jason?" his sister's voice called.

"Just leave me alone, Paula."

"Hey, can I talk to you? They left and I ..."

"No! Just go away."

"Jason, I just want to say..."

"GO!"

He heard the floor in the hallway creak as she moved away from his door and it took him a couple of minutes to get back into his book.

It was noon when he heard another knock at the door.

"Go away!" he called.

"Jase, I'm done with the pool and patio. The hot-tub looks cloudy, but I don't know if I'm supposed to increase or decrease the pH stuff."

He sighed. "Jesus, Paula! The pH has to be in that safe zone on the stupid indicator stick. If it's cloudy, use a little of the decrease, but keep it in the safe zone."

"Right," she answered quickly. "I remember now."

He waited but didn't hear the creaking of the hallway floor.

"Go away, Paula."

"Now that I'm done, you want to come watch a movie with me? Or go swimming? I could make us lunch..."

"No."

"Jason, please don't be mad at me. We weren't making fun of you, honest. It was just when we saw you mowing, and then Amber hugged you and grabbed you... And then we saw..."

"Leave. Me. Alone!" he shouted.

The floorboards creaked after several seconds of silence.

He was able to read several more chapters, but at some point he lost interest in the textbook and decided to head back to the bookstore. He grabbed his backpack and headed through the house, slipping out through the garage because Paula was watching TV in the living room.

It was warm out, but the walk to the bookstore was pleasant. A couple of younger teens playing basketball in a driveway stopped and stared at him while he strolled past. Then, a car full of girls he didn't recognize honked and whistled, waving at him through open windows as they passed him. An old man washing his car offered him a drink out of the hose which he politely refused. Each was a very strange occurrence considering he was always walking between his house and the bookstore and no one had ever paid any attention to him.

The door to the bookstore swung open like its hydraulic pump wasn't connected, and the attached bells clanged and clanked so hard against the glass he thought he might have chipped it.

Eve came around a bookshelf in a hurry to see what had happened while he was examining the door pump for leaks.

"Hey there, Jason. Break my window why don't you!" she scolded lightly, slapping his arm.

"I think the hydraulic is shot, but I don't see any leaks."

She stepped forward and pushed the door open with some difficulty.

"Seems to work fine. You're just too strong for your own good," she laughed, grabbing his arm and squeezing his bicep.

He shook his head, laughing with her as he headed toward his usual table and took a seat to go through his backpack.

"You okay now, Jason?"

"Yeah. Sorry about yesterday, Eve. I don't know what happened. I just sort of blacked out I guess."

"Nearly scared the pee out of me," she giggled, putting her hand on his back and rubbing lightly.

He tensed immediately. Even though the gesture was only friendly, she had never really touched him before. And this was the third time in a matter of seconds.

"So," he said, standing to break her contact. "Do you have that book on ancient writing in yet? I meant to ask you yesterday but totally forgot."

Eve smiled, shaking her head. "Sorry, Honey. I promise I'll let you know as soon as it comes in."

He nearly did a double-take. Did she just call him "Honey?"

"But," she continued. "You could always start working here, during the days of course. With me..." She smiled. "That is, if you wanted to. I love your company, and you already know about as much I about what we have in stock."

"Thanks," he smiled. "I've been thinking of asking you, but I'm not sure if I'm ready to give up my reading time. I mean, I'd really rather work here than anywhere else..."

"Well, you think on it. I can't really offer much for wages right now, but part of working here involves knowing what's in the books we have. Reading on the job is pretty much a requirement." She smiled, touching the arm again and lightly stroking with her fingertips.

He nodded, looking at her hand. "Uh, thanks, Eve. I will."

He stayed until the bookstore closed, even knowing his mother would be angry he didn't let her know first. He held the door for Eve after she turned out the lights. She actually handed him the keys when he shut the door, like it was a natural thing to have him lock it. She had been acting really strangely all day, talking to him even when there were paying customers in the store and touching him like they were best friends. He wasn't sure if it was just to keep him company or not, but she was hovering so much that it often annoying.

He said goodbye to Eve on the sidewalk and she grabbed his hand.

"Jason. I know you are..." She looked down, taking a deep breath. "Sorry, I'm not used to this kind of thing. I want to apologize, for today. It's been a long time since I've acted like a young girl, and it is probably harder for you to deal with than me."

He wasn't sure what she meant, but figured she'd ellaborate.

"Look. I'm serious about the job, if you want it. I know it's just for the summer, unless your school schedule lets you work some part-time days or closing shifts."

"Are you okay, Eve?" The trembling in her voice had him concerned.

She looked down at his chest and forced a laugh. "Of course! I'm fine. Just feeling young and regretting my age." She looked up at him. "And, feeling lonely. Jason, just consider working with me over the summer?"

She patted his arm and turned to walk to her car. He stood watching until she drove away.

The walk home was quick and quiet, with most people inside eating or watching TV. He did have a guy at the corner gas station wave after dumping a trash bag in the dumpster. He didn't know the guy, but recognized him from previous walks. It was strange.

Other people hadn't acted quite normal either throughout the afternoon. At least it seemed that way.

A pair of elderly women, one wearing nearly half-inch thick goggle glasses and the other with giant hearing aids that bent her ears out like a monkey's, asked for his help getting some books off of a high shelf and kept whispering and giggling as they watched him do so. It was rather creepy hearing two grey-haired women giggle like that. After pulling several books for them, they tried to dominate his time by asking him simple questions about this, that, and the other. One question was actually about the type of wood used for the bookcases. Eve was quick to run interference for him, turning them away and scolding them quietly for bothering one of her customers. But, then she came back and did the same thing, asking simple questions that didn't really matter, just hovering near him.

Another couple, husband and wife by their looks, had come in to find a book on coin collecting. The man was short, with receding hair and a big belly that hung over his belt even though the rest of him was thin. His wife wasn't thin anywhere and wore a ton of jewelry that clattered around when she waddled down the isles browsing. When she spotted Jason sitting with his nose buried in a book, she came right up and started blabbing loudly to him about how she was going to get cosmetic surgery to enhance her features. She claimed she was going to have her stomach stapled because she was so dedicated to getting back into shape now that she was wealthy. She continued blustering about how fitness and beauty were her primary goals. And, she was simply determined to have both, no matter the cost. Eve jumped in then, edging her way between them and placing a protective hand on his arm as she asked the woman to please keep her voice down. The little balding man quickly ushered the woman away, glaring at Jason as though he had caused the sudden outburst.

There were other incidents as well. A young guy with a goatee and reading glasses, probably a college student, kept staring at him through a bookshelf until Eve politely asked him to leave. A girl around eleven or twelve, whose father had left her at the door and headed straight to the home improvement section, went over to Eve and kept pointing at him and asking questions. Eve laughed a couple of times, patting her hand in a grandmotherly fashion and talking to her as she watched him. The girl waved when she left with her father. In total, it was a very strange day.

His mother was still cleaning the kitchen after dinner when he came in.

"You're late," she said into the sink, tossing the scrubber sponge into the suds with a splash and placing her hands on the edge. "No phone call, no note," she said cooly as she turned to face him.

He could see the anger in her eyes and flinched. But, as he quickly struggled to organize his explanation, her angry look diffused and then softened into surprise as her eyes widened.

"I know, sorry," he rushed. "Eve was trying to recruit me, and then I was helping people and it got late. She had me lock up."

"Oh, that's great, Honey!" she beamed, rushing forward to embrace him. "I knew you were..." She stopped and inhaled deeply while holding him in her arms. "Oh," she sighed. "My, you smell..." She released him and took a step back.

He sniffed at his shirt, "I do? Sorry! I didn't even sweat on the walk back."

"No, you smell... Exotic? Are you wearing a bit of cologne?"

He shook his head and grew uncomfortable when her eyes scanned him from toe to hair and back down again.

"You're different," she stated.

"Different?"

"Yes. Different," she repeated. "Not in a bad way," she added quickly. "I mean, you've changed... Anything you want to tell me?"

Her critical eyes scanned him again, and he could see her blushing when their eyes met.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" she teased, smiling at him with a twinkle in her eye.

"Uh, hello? Is my mother in there?" he teased back. "You're acting weird, Mom."

She laughed, still blushing, and turned back to the dishes to dry them.

"You'll have to fend for yourself, Mister I-Cannot-Eat-with-my-Family," she scolded gently. "And, go talk to your sister. Something has her upset."

"Paula?"

"Yeah, you didn't do her part of the backyard, did you? She's acting guilty about something but won't talk to me."

"You want me to talk to her? To Paula?"

She turned back to him, setting a bowl on the counter to dry, and shocked him when she snapped him with her towel on the thigh. It didn't hurt at all, but the sound was like a firecracker going off in the kitchen.

"Oh, Baby! I'm so sorry," she said, stepping forward and rubbing his thigh with her palm. "I didn't think it would land like that." Her hand wandered over his upper leg another moment before he moved away awkwardly.

"It's okay, Mom. Didn't hurt at all. Pretty loud though, huh?" he chuckled.

Her face was beet red when she faced away, and he started to head out of the kitchen.

"The back looks fantastic, by the way," she added in a pitched voice.

He turned his head to glance at her as he walked away and caught her staring at his butt.

"The backyard, I mean," she mumbled, turning quickly. "You two did a great job."

Paula was reclining on the love-seat and muted the TV when he came in. She sat up as he dropped his backpack on the floor and sat on the couch.

"Jason?"

"Hey," he replied. "Whatcha watching, Buffy the Vampire Slayer?" His voice was bland.

"Lost Girl or something. Not sure what's going on in it."

He sat there watching for a couple of minutes and looked over at his sister. She was staring at him.

"Hey, turn up the sound or change the channel or something?"

"Jason, I'm so sorry for what happened today." She stood and approached the couch. "It wasn't what you thought at all, and..."

"Don't worry about it," he said with a shrug, looking back to the TV.

"Look, I know Kate and I tease you sometimes..."

"Right," he laughed sarcastically.

She sat by him, something she never did unless he was helping her with her homework.

"Okay, most all of the time," she continued, taking a deep breath. "But, when we got back from Tiff's place, and you were mowing the lawn... and then we saw you. We all went out to watch you work, and then Kate started talking about you.. And Amber too, and I realized that... I mean, I know Kate is mean to you and I go along with it and all... And Amber didn't even know you but she and Tiff were watching you too, and..."

"Paula, I get it," his cold voice stated. "Your dorky little brother is an easy target, and you and your friends just LOVE to stick your knives in my back."

"No, that's not it at all," she said, shaking her head and scooting closer so their thighs touched.

"Sure it is!" he shouted, moving away. "You've always made fun of me with your friends. Jaylord, Jaybate, Skeletor, Dweeb, Dork, Retard... Sometimes I forget my real name!"

He glared at her and was surprised when her eyes had widened in horror.

"But, that was... Before..." she blustered.

"Yeah, before today when you guys had Amber see if she could get a rise out of me. Literally. Step one, set the trap with Tiff telling me a story about her friend needing help. Step two, bait it with Amber offering me a ton of money to tutor her. Step three, spring it by having her rub against me and grab my crotch, just so you guys could laugh at me and point at Jason's little erection." He was shouting at this point, and his shocked mother was standing at the door with a hand over her mouth.

She was shaking her head with denial. "That isn't what..."

"Bullshit, Paula!" he snapped. "That is EXACTLY what you and your gang of friends did to me. Just one more time to beat your brother down!" He could feel the anger boiling within him, and he stood slowly. "I am sick of it, Paula. I am sick of you, your friends, and the damned torturous HELL you have made my life since I was ten years old!!"

As a blind rage built from years of cruelty threatened to overtake him, he spun and stormed out the front door, slamming it hard enough to rattle the window shades behind him.

He started jogging, letting the breeze dry his eyes as they blurred with angry moisture.

Stupid bitch and her stupid friends, he thought. I wish they would just leave me the fuck alone!

He started running, feeling the breeze strengthen and letting the sound of his footsteps on the street distract him. It was calming, almost meditative.

Unsure of how long he had run, but willing to continue, it was the flashing blue and red lights of a patrol car brought him back to himself. He slowed to a jog and moved off the road as the car pulled up beside him on the shoulder.

"You running from somewhere or to somewhere," a woman's voice asked from the passenger side nearest him. She was smiling and leaning through the window.

"Just running," he answered evenly. He wasn't even breathing hard.

"Son," the man driving called over his partner. "You were flat out running for the two miles we've followed you. You know, we clocked you at just under eighteen miles an hour? That's way better than a four minute mile, and you're not even winded. You training for a marathon or something?"

Better than a four minute mile? How long had he been running? He glanced around, seeing only open land and a barbed-wire fence in the darkness.

"Uh, no Sir," he answered. "Just running to relax."

The female officer opened the door and stepped out. She was still smiling at him when she told him to lean against the car.

He went to sit against the hood and she grabbed his wrist to spin him around, telling him to 'assume the position' as she pushed him over the hood.

"Kathy," the driver chuckled, climbing out of the car. "Let the kid go. He's obviously not doing anything but running way out here."

She ignored her partner, grabbing Jason's shoulders and sliding her hands down to his waist slowly.

"Sir, do you have any weapons on you that I might want to know about? Anything on you that might... poke me?" Her voice was teasing, but held authority.

"Uh, no Ma'am," he answered, feeling a chill run through him that wasn't caused by her touch. Was he being arrested?

"Nothing concealed?" she continued, running her fingers over his hips and along the outside of each of his bare legs. "Nothing, dangerous?" she asked, lifting her fingers up the inside of his thighs under his legs.

"Kathy," the other officer said sternly as he walked around the front of the car. "That's enough."

"I'm just going to frisk him," she said, lifting her hands higher under the leg holes of his shorts. She felt the edge of his underwear and slipped her fingers beneath.

"Kathy, stop! What the Hell has gotten into you? What would Harvey say if he saw you feeling up a teenager like that?"

She cringed and stepped away with the realization of what she had been doing.

"What's your name, Son?" the man asked, still glaring at his partner.

"Uh, Jason. Jason Hammond," he replied. "Sir, am I in trouble?"

"Are you?" the officer responded quickly, pausing only a couple of seconds to watch for a reaction. "Pretty long ways to get back home. You need a lift back to town?"

"I'm, uh. Not sure. How far out are we?" None of the area looked familiar, but it was dark out so he could only see shadows outside of the vehicle's flashing lights.

"We're about sixteen miles down Miller Road. How long have you been running?"

"Guess an hour or so." Under four minutes per mile?

"That long? You must be in great shape, Kid. You're not even sweating."

"Come on," the female officer said, looping her arm through his and pulling him toward the back. "We'll get you back home. I'm sure your girlfriend is pretty worried." She opened the door with her free hand and helped him to sit in the back. "So, you two having a fight or something?" she asked as she leaned in over him and buckled the seatbelt. Her breasts were pressed against his upper arm, and he clenched when her fingers pressed down against his crotch when she checked the belt's tension.

"Uh, no," he said, pushing her hand away. "My sister and I."

"Oh?" she continued, brushing his chest as she pretended to straighten his shirt. "You guys live with your folks?"

He grabbed her wrist and moved her roaming hand away. "Uh, just my mom. Dad died when I was pretty young."

She nodded and closed the door with a smile before jumping into the front seat.

"So, where to?" Roger asked as he switched the flashing lights off and pulled away from the shoulder into a turn.

Jason was surprised how long it took to get back to the house. He must really have zoned out to have run so long. The lights were on, including the porch light which meant Paula was out with her friends.

Kathy helped him out of the patrol car, though he didn't need it. She looped her arm through his again as she guided him to the door. Roger stayed in the running car and left the headlights on.

When he went to open the door, the woman tugged him back and pressed the doorbell.

"SOP," she said, tightening her hold on his arm by pulling him against herself. "Required when delivering a sexy man to his mother's doorstep."

It only took a few seconds for his mother to open the door. Her eyes, red and puffy like she had been rubbing them, widened when she took in the uniform of the officer holding her son.

"Mrs. Hammond?" Kathy asked in a businesslike tone.

"Yes?" she answered absently, staring at her son. "Jason? Are you all right?" she asked, reaching out her hand.

"Hey, Mom," he replied with a forced smile.

"Mrs. Hammond, we caught this young man fleeing town. Thought maybe we should bring him back home."

"Fleeing...?" his mother gasped staring at him. "What did you...?"

"I was just running, Mom. I was a little angry and needed to cool off."

"He's not in any trouble, Ma'am. My partner and I thought maybe we should bring him back though." She squeezed his arm and looked up at him with a smile. "A twenty mile run isn't unheard of, but twenty miles in the dark without reflectors is just dangerous."

"You jogged twenty miles?" his mother gasped, stepping forward to cradle his face in her hands and look into his eyes.

Kathy's grip on his arm tightened as his mother held his head. "No, Ma'am. He was flat out sprinting for the two miles we followed him. Guessing it a pretty big fight with his sister, huh?"

"She's pretty upset, Jason," his mother told him. "When you stormed out, she broke down in tears and I had to help her up to her room. She wouldn't talk to me."

"I didn't mean..." he started.

"I heard what you told her, what they did to you today. But, Paula is still your sister, Jason. I know that deep inside, she loves you. And, I think she feels really bad about what happened. Bad enough that she was trying to apologize when you blew up at her."

"Mom, I..."

"I know you're angry, Jason. Probably justified, too. I wouldn't put it past Kate to orchestrate something like this. But Paula was trying to apologize. You should have seen her when you left. She was devastated, nearly collapsed on the floor!"

"And, Kate is?" the officer hugging his arm asked.

"My daughter's friend," his mother replied without looking away from her son. "She's always had it in for him. At first I thought maybe she had a crush on him, that she was trying to hide her feelings for him like a lot of kids do. Pulling his hair or picking on him to get his attention. But, she only seems to get worse as they get older."

"I'd like to speak to this Kate," the officer said firmly.

His mom glanced at her, and then grabbed his shoulder to pull him into the house.

Kathy released him reluctantly, and started to follow them in when Jason turned.

"Uh, thanks, Ma'am. For the lift and all. Tell him for me?" he asked with a nod toward the patrol car.

"Oh, um... Yes, I'll let him know. Uh, you two have a good night... And, Jason? No more late night running unless you contact me for an escort or you wear a reflective jacket." She smiled and lifted her fingers to let them trace down his forearm. "I mean it, just ask for Officer Kathy Bingham, badge number 55095. Got it?"

He nodded, blushing slightly. "Sure thing. Thanks."

His mother shut the door behind them and then led him to the couch, pulling him down to sit beside her.

"Jason," she began, taking his hand and looking down at it as she laced her fingers with his. "We need to talk about your change."

"Change?"

"Uh, yeah. Something is different. With you, I mean. You have changed." She took a deep breath and looked up at him. "I don't know what it is, but you're different."

"You said that earlier tonight. You mean because I can suddenly run twenty miles without sweating or even breathing hard?"

"No. Well, maybe. That is definitely different, but not what I'm talking about." She glanced back down at her hands. "You know when you missed dinner tonight? I was pretty disappointed with you for not letting me know you were going to be late."

"I know, Mom. I'm sorry about that..."

"No, what I mean is, I was all ready to make it an issue, to guilt you for making me worry. I even had a script in my head of how I'd confront you. I was rehearsing it when I heard you come in." She looked up at him. "And then when I turned and saw you..."

"You got all weird," he offered with a nod. "You asked me if I was wearing cologne and if I had a girlfriend."

"I... I did get weird. I can feel it right now. You're like a magnet, pulling me toward you." Her neck and cheeks grew red and she looked at her hands. "It's wonderful, I mean, I feel wonderful around you. But, it's a little hard to resist."

He looked at her with confusion.

"That policewoman that dropped you off? She was holding your arm like you two were dating, and she's over twice your age. She didn't want to let go, like she was totally attached to you. She practically told you to contact her if you ever wanted an escort, and I don't think she meant a police escort."

He shook his head in an awkward denial.

"I think Paula can feel it too. I don't know for sure, but I'd bet that what happened with your sister and her friends today wasn't what they intended. I think it got a little out of hand because of how you've changed."

"I didn't mean to blow up like that at Paula, Mom," he argued. "But, if you knew what she and her friends did to me today... What they've done before that..."

"I heard, and that's what I'm talking about. This Amber girl rubbed against you? Grabbed you, um..." She glanced down at his waist, "Inappropriately?"

He nodded, shamefully embarrassed that his mother was asking about it.

"Well, maybe... I'm not sure if she could help it, Jason."

He started to question her when she squeezed his hand.

"Jason, you are suddenly very, uh... very attractive. And if I'm feeling it as your mother, your sister is probably feeling it too. Maybe this Amber... Maybe she doesn't have the maturity, or the determination to resist it. And that scares the hell out of me. It angers me and makes me want to blame you because it's a threat to us as a family. What if Paula..."

He shook his head, opening his mouth to defend himself when she interrupted again.

"But, Honey? I want you to be fair with her. Whether she and her friends intended to tease you or not today, it didn't turn out like she expected. I've never seen her this upset..."

She glanced behind her, suddenly aware that her daughter might be listening from the other room.

"So," she relaxed, letting go of his hand. "Have you noticed other people reacting to you?"

He nodded, slowly. "A couple, yeah. People waved at me walking to and from the bookstore. And a few people talked with me that never had before. Customers were weird around me. And, well... Eve."

"Eve felt it too?"

"I don't know. I think so, maybe," he said, rubbing his hands together. "I mean, she was always around me, and kept making small talk. She kept touching me, on the back, or arms."

Laura looked at him silently for a moment before staring down at his hands. The sound of a door opening upstairs made her sit straighter and glance briefly toward the stairway.

"You really ran twenty miles out of town?" she asked, turning back to him.

He laughed. "Yeah, I guess so. I wasn't even tired. Pretty much my fastest the whole time."

"Are you..." she paused, looking at him closely. "Are you scared by all this, Jason?"

"I don't think so. I don't really like all the attention, but not getting tired is good, right? Maybe I could get an athletic scholarship or something," he chuckled.

"Jason?" Paula called out from the top of the stairs.

"Yeah, Paula," he returned. "I'm back. The cops actually dropped me off."

They heard her footsteps race down the stairs and she burst into the room, barely missing the edge of the couch, to collapse beside him with her arms wrapped around him.

"I'm so sorry, Jason. I didn't mean to be such a bitch to you all the time," she sobbed. "I love you so much, and feel so bad about the name calling."

His arms were trapped, so he tilted the side of his head against hers and muttered, "It's okay, Paula. I forgive you." He lifted his head and said more firmly, "Just don't do it anymore, okay? I mean, unless I really deserve it or something?"

"I p.p*****mise," she gasped, sobbing harder as she squeezed him tightly.

They sat that way for another minute, her sobs turning to weeping and then barely a whimper. She gradually loosened her arms, but then surprised him by kissing his cheek just below his eye and releasing him to sit upright.

"Did you say the cops brought you back?" she asked with disbelief, sniffeling and wiping her eyes with her fingers.

The three of them sat up and talked, mostly about memories of their childhood, college, and the future. It seemed his mom had changed her mind about forcing him to live on campus. It also seemed that Paula didn't want to move out now.

The other change was that constant casual touching to emphasize points or when laughing was the new normal for family interacting. At least touching him. It was strange, because they did it so frequently while that sat and shared thoughts that he actually got used to it. One of their hands was constantly on his leg, arm, or shoulder.

They never once talked again about what had happened with his sister's friends that morning, nor his explosion of anger later that evening.

It was much later when his mother leaned forward and kissed his cheek.

"I love you," she said looking at him. "But, I've got to work in the morning. You too, Paula. Probably you too, at the bookstore?"

He smiled, "Maybe, yeah."

She stood and looked at her children. "One thing that worries me," she began, looking at him. Then, with a quick look to her daughter, "Well, one other thing." She looked back at him. "Day after tomorrow I'm hosting the company party. It's mostly all women... I'm not sure that is the best crowd to release the new you into, especially with them in swimsuits and drinking heavily."

He frowned, "I said I'd help you, Mom. There'll be a few families with kids, right? I can just hang out with them."

"Jason," his sister said softly. "If you think my friends were bad today, wait until Mom's receptionist gets near you."

His mom was frowning too. "She is pretty bad, always flirts with any guy that walks through the door. But, there are worse. Most of the older gals are already admitted cougars, and Pat Jacobs just divorced last month and is trying to date again."

"So, you're saying I shouldn't be here?" he asked.

She slowly nodded. "I'm saying it might not be a bad idea if you found somewhere else to be. I don't think it's fair to have you hide up in your room with the door shut for a few hours. Don't you think going to the bookstore or something might be a smart decision? I mean, unless you figure out a way to turn it off."

"Turn it off? It's not something I'm conciously doing, Mom."

"Neither is breathing, but you can hold your breath for a while, right?"

"I think this is a little different."

"Definitely different," his sister agreed. "Maybe you can find something about it online or something. Like, find out if other people have experienced something like it, or something to understand it more?"

"Or something," he teased, and froze when she leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"I love you," she said with a sincere voice. It was so honest and direct that he just sat there looking bewildered.

She stood and smiled at him. "You know, poor Kate doesn't know what the heck to think. She's pretty upset with herself about what you might think of her."

He scratched at the back of his neck. "Actually, I don't really think of her."

She laughed as she walked up the stairs, with their mom chuckling as she followed. They collided when Paula suddenly stopped.

"Oh, crap," she whispered to her mom. "If he finds out how he can hold his breath, or keep from blinking for a while, what do we do if he starts hyperventilating, or batting his eyes?"

His mother turned and cast a strange look of concern at him before pushing her daughter up the stairs.

"Order more batteries," she whispered just loud enough for Jason to hear before the two giggled.

---

When Jason woke the next morning, the house was silent. He stretched, feeling no different than he did any previous morning, and headed downstairs for breakfast. After grabbing a quick bowl of cereal and a large glass of orange juice, he went back up to take a shower.

It was just after rinsing, with the water still running, that he thought he heard voices. Panicking, he quickly jumped out of the shower stall and wrapped himself in a grey bath towel before opening the door.

"Hello?" he called with his head out and looking down the hall.

The only sounds were the still dripping showerhead and the gurgling of the drain. He waited several seconds before deciding it must have been his imagination when the doorbell startled him.

Still dripping, he quickly moved to his room and pulled the towel from his waist to try to dry. The doorbell rang again.

He grabbed his bathrobe off a hanger in his closet and pulled it on. As he left his room, he brushed his wet hair with his fingers and was almost to the door when it rang a third time.

He opened it enough to peek around its edge, seeing Tiff and Amber standing on the porch.

"Hi, Jason," Tiff greeted. "You busy?"

She was wearing sunglasses, but lowered them to look into his eyes. Her Slayer t-shirt and frayed denim shorts were both short, revealing her midrift and the tops of her tanned thighs. The casual open-toed sandals and mesh bag on one arm made her look like she was just heading to the beach.

Amber however, standing rigidly beside her, looked like she had just stepped off of Wall Street. The dark business suit with split skirt looked new, and a vivid contrast to the light blue button-up blouse and matching hose she wore underneath. Her classy three-inch heals perfectly matched the suit' color, and the briefcase in one hand looked like it came with them. It was almost like she had visited the flight attendant section of a high-end department store. But, no matter how well-dressed he found her, she looked rather nervous.

"Paula's at work today," he offered, keeping his voice neutral.

"Oh, yeah," Tiff said, raising her eyebrows and bonking the palm of her hand on her forehead. "Totally forgot that!"

He wasn't sure what to say, so he started closing the door.

"Jason!" she laughed. "Amber's here for your help with Calc? And Physics?"

"Sorry," he said coldy, frowning at the red-haired girl. "I'm busy."

She turned crimson and looked down at the porch. The briefcase moved in front of her, held by the handle with both hands to block her knees. It made her look innocent, which he expected was her intent.

"Oh, uh," Tiff said after a slight hesitation. She seemed surprised. "Jason, Amber really needs your help and..."

"Busy," he repeated, closing the door and twisting the deadbolt.

He waited, leaning against the door. Their muffeled voices and whispered words lasted several long seconds before he heard them leave the porch. A couple of minutes later he heard their car back out of the driveway and then head down the street.

After dressing, he grabbed his backpack and headed out at a quick jog. More people waved to him on the way to the bookstore. Most he recognized, but a few were people he'd never paid attention to.

He took more care opening the store's door than the previous day. It still felt like the hydrolics pump was broken.

"There you are," Eve greeted him warmly, giving him a hug before he'd taken two steps inside.

He stood awkardly with the woman patting his back before side-stepping her and walking toward his table. The place was much busier today, and he noticed a lot of the same people that he had helped the previous day were there again. They seemed to be watching him as he dropped his bag on the table.

"Hi," a little voice said beside him as he took a seat. He turned to see a girl perhaps five or six standing there, smiling at him and holding the hand of a younger boy whose eyes were wide.

"Hello there," he answered kindly, leaning down to meet her eye level. "Are you looking for the young adult books? You know, those are some of my favorites. I really like the ones with more words than pictures because they have the best stories."

"You're nice," she said, nodding. "Can me and my brother sit with you?"

"My brother and I," he corrected without even thinking about it. "Sure, though there is a smaller table over on the other side of the store that might be more comfortable for you."

"Okay," she said, still smiling. She held out her free hand and he took it without pause. He barely had time to grab his backpack from the table as she pulled him toward the children's section. Her little brother was still staring at him, but was smiling now too and kept bumping into things because he wasn't watching where he was going.

The little girl led him right to the table and pushed him into one of the small chairs. He dropped his bag against the bottom of a bookcase and turned but couldn't quite get his knees under the table.

"My name is Jason," he said to the little girl and then nodded to the little boy who was now sucking his thumb.

"I am Teresa, and this is Jeremy," she responded happily. She picked up the book off the table and held it out. "Will you read this to us?"

"Uh.. Well, sure," he said awkwardly.

He took the book and opened it to the first page, showing them the picture of the broom and mouse illustrated there.

"Once upon a time..."

The book was only forty pages, with every fourth page an illustration. He was showing the third illustration when Jeremy decided to climb onto his knee, probably to see if he was missing any pictures. He wrapped his arm around him as the boy straddled his thigh and leaned against his chest with his thumb back in his mouth. He wasn't halfway through the next page when Teresa thought she should join them and made him turn his chair so that she could sit over his other thigh, leaning back against him as she settled so her head was nearly touching her brother's. It made Jason hold the book up a little higher to see over their hair, but it was actually pretty comfortable with his arms around them.

"... and the little mouse fell asleep, snoring his little mousey snore. The end." Jason finished. "I really liked that story. Didn't you Jeremy?"

The little boy nodded his head quickly, keeping it pressed against Jason's chest.

"And what was your favorite part of the story, Teresa?" he asked the girl.

"Listening to your heartbeat while you readed it," she said softly.

"While I read it," he corrected automatically.

She nodded against his chest. "Will you read another one?"

"Oh, I'm sorry Teresa, but I have to go pick out books to read to myself now. But, there are a lot of really great books here that you could read to Jeremy. Maybe one with a lot of pictures for him?" He sat forward, which caused the kids to sit upright without leaning against him.

The little girl wrapped her tiny arms around his neck, almost choking him, and pulled herself up to graze his cheek with a little kiss.

"Okay, Jason," she said as he lifted them from his knees set them on their feet.

That was when he noticed the people watching. It wasn't just one or two. It seemed like the whole population of the store was crammed around the children's book section. And they were a lot. And all were staring... At him.

He reached down to grab his bag and then stood quickly.

"Uh... Sorry," he said. "Didn't mean to interrupt your browsing and all. The kids just wanted someone to read to them..."

Though everyone was smiling, more than a few had strange looks in their eyes. Even a couple of the guys had it, like they weren't exactly sane. And then, several started to step toward him, which pretty much caused everyone to surge forward at once.

"Stop!" he yelled, which instantly made everyone freeze with a couple of people actually stumbling to maintain their balance. "What the heck is wrong with you people? Just back off!"

Surprisingly, about half the crowd looked embarrassed and started moving away sideways, though still pretty much staying around the children's section.

"Jason, that was beautiful!" Eve chimed, grinning from ear to ear as she held her hands in front of her and approached him.

"Yelling at a bunch of people in your store?"

"No, the way you were holding those two... And then, when she kissed you on the cheek? That was one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen!"

"Reading out loud to a couple of kids? I didn't mean to bother anyone. I mean, I didn't think I was that loud." He hadn't been loud, had he? The kid's section was kind of cornered with bookcases intentionally, to help keep the noise down.

"You are so beautiful," she announced, stepping closer.

"Look, Eve? About the job? Uh, I'm interested. But... Things are a little weird right now and..."

She seemed to startle at his words and followed his eyes to see all the people standing around.

"I can see that... Thought it was just me," she said looking back to him. "It's a little hard not to just grab you and take you home with me right now." She blushed. "And I'm old enough to be your grandmother."

He just stared at her.

"Excuse me," an older man interrupted from the side. He was holding young Jeremy who immediately reached for him. "I think you need to get out of here. A couple of women are talking about abducting you, and one of them is my daughter, Jeremy's mother? Not that she's not attractive, mind you. And single now since her divorice and what not. But, the other woman planning on kidnapping you is my wife, and I'd rather she not get too excited, with her heart disease..." The man smiled weakly, a silent plea in his eyes that made Jason nod.

"Uh, yes, Sir. Thank you for the warning. Eve, I guess I'll, uh.. I'll talk to you later."

He quickly made his way to the front of the store, and a glance back at the parade of people following him made him start sprinting down the street as he made it outside. Surprisingly, full-out running seemed almost twice as fast as the night before when the police had pulled him over. It was only a few minutes before he was standing at his front door without even breathing hard.

Once inside, he headed to the kitchen and made a quick sandwich. Laying it on top of a full glass of milk, he took the stairs two at a time to toss his backpack onto his bed before heading back down to watch T.V.

"Hi, Jase," a woman's voice spoke as he came down the stairs while taking another bite out of his sandwich.

"Jesus, Kate!" he shouted, spitting pieces of bread as he crouched on the stairs. "You fucking scared the shit out of me!"

"I'm... I'm sorry," she said a little softer from the bottom of the stairs.

"Just ring the fucking doorbell next time instead of walking in like that. About made me choke and piss myself at the same time! Knew I should have fucking locked the door," he ended in a mumble.

She nodded, toying with the ends of her long brown ponytail.

"My sister's working today," he said as he passed her and walked into the living room. "I think she gets off at six or so."

"Uh, Paula said I could use the pool today," she confided, following him in and watching him jump onto the couch. "I mean, she told me yesterday. When we were over here?"

"Whatever," he answered, thumbing the remote and washing the last bite of his sandwich down with the remaining milk.

"Um, okay. I'll go change."

Jason didn't even acknowledge her when she left. She'd trained him, over the years, to not care. All her slights and put-downs, glares and hostility.

As he flipped through channels looking for something to catch his eye, he thought about the reaction of all the people at the bookstore. He didn't like people always paying attention to him.

He browsed several channels before settling on a Roman Empire documentary. Nothing new, but it was still interesting to watch.

"So," he heard behind him, making him jump. "How does this new suit look?"

He could see her move around the end of the couch but kept his attention on the car commercial that was currently playing.

"Jason?" her voice called timidly.

He glanced up at her and quickly scanned her body before looking back at the screen.

"Meh, it's okay," he said, trying to keep his voice from trembling.

Jesus, he prayed. Please, let her leave now?

Realistically, the young brunette of nineteen, and truly the bane of his entire life, was naked. The little bikini thing she wore didn't hide anything at all and was meant only to tease him. That one quick glance had revealed parts of her that she'd never before even hinted at exposing to him. Not that he had ever been interested in her that way. If anything, she repulsed him, right? The bitch was always calling him names and making fun of him. But, damn... He never said she wasn't pretty...

"Just... Okay?" she asked quietly. "I mean, I bought it this morning and just took the tags off..."

"Yeah, it's okay," he said without looking again.

"So, wha..." her voice broke. "What's wrong with it?"

He took a deep breath to gather his courage, hoping it sounded like indifference, and looked back at her.

The first thing he noticed wasn't how small the thin silver bikini truly was, partially revealing the darker skin around one nipple where the little strip of fabric wasn't pulled quite straight. Nor was the first thing he noticed that her flat tummy had amazing muscle tone and that the little patch of cloth below it was pulled into her cleft enough to reveal every little fold there. Nor was it how long and lean her smooth bare legs were as she stood there exposing them to him for the first time.

No. The first thing he noticed, that immediately made him disregard all those other things, was that her eyes were rimmed with tears and filled with an emotion that he couldn't exactly read. It wasn't sadness.

"Seriously?" he asked with a forced snear. "What's wrong with it?"

She nodded, smiling, and a tear dripped down her cheek which she wiped quickly with the back of her hand. She put her weight on one leg and posed with her hand on her hip like she was waiting to cross a street. It looked completely natural, except she was only wearing about five square inches of cloth on her stripper's body.

He took a deep breath and looked at her critically. "You need to wear less makeup, and need to have your hair pulled back, like in a braid, to show off your cheekbones. Maybe with straight bangs instead of curling them apart like that? Let your eyebrows grow a little bigger too, instead of plucking them into such narrow lines. You need to show your teeth when you smile, even a slight one, because you always look like you have your mouth full or have horse teeth when smile with your lips together. And, stop gunking up your good looks trying to look like Paula. That works for her, but you don't have to work so hard."

She gave him a look that seemed to question his words. Trained as he was, he immediately reigned in his manners and let loose.

"And, if you're going to slut around in that out in public, you need to take a weed-whacker to your bikini line because your brown bush is showing through both sides. Looks like you shoved a clump of hair from the shower drain down there. While you're at it, it's pretty obvious you haven't shaved down there forever because it looks like a hobo's face with all that dark stubble." The words were rushed, expecting her to immediately start throwing back her typical verbal assualt listing his many inadequacies. He turned back to the TV so that he could pretend to ignore her when she retaliated.

He held his breath as he braced himself for the rant to come, but then she turned, and simply walked out of the room.

He quickly sat up, looking over the back of the couch as she departed. From the back, she WAS fully naked. There were only a few tiny silver strings tied at her back and waist without any fabric covering her toned buttocks. With each step, one cheek bounced with the step down of her heel, and the other wiggled gently, alternating back and forth as she departed. It was rather hypnotic.

The long silence that followed stretched into minutes. What the hell had just happened? That was the longest he'd ever spoken to directly to her, and the first time he'd ever ridiculed anything other than how stupid she was. He expected her to fully unleash on him. And she just... walked away? No yelling, no door slams, nothing?

It was about twenty minutes later when he heard the shower running upstairs. He hadn't even been sure if Kate had left or not, she was being so quiet. Just to make sure, he checked the driveway to see if his mother or sister were home. They weren't, but Kate's car was still there.

What was strange was that Kate had locked the front door when she had entered the house. He re-locked it as he came back in, and then headed to the kitchen for another glass of milk.

He had just sat back down in front of the TV when she came in.

"Better?" she asked softly from where she stood at the end of the couch.

He looked at her and his mouth dropped open. Wearing his sister's terrycloth robe, Kate was standing with her arms slightly behind her. She had given herself straight bangs, just above her eyebrows. Though still damp, the rest of her long brown hair was pulled back and braided fairly well in a long whip that she had tugged forward over her shoulder to hang down her chest to her tummy. The end had a little white elastic band securing it. She was smiling slightly at him, showing her bright white teeth between her parted lips rather than keeping them together like normal.

"Wow, Kate," Jason expressed honestly. "You look gorgeous! I mean, the bangs are great and really show off your cheeks and eyes and all." He turned away quickly, knowing he was setting himself up for her retaliation.

She walked around the couch and moved closer, stopping between him and the TV.

"Can't see," he muttered, feeling a little awkward now that she'd blocked his only potential distraction.

She was smiling. Tugging at the belt, she opened the robe and let it slide off her shoulders to drop down around her feet.

She was completely bare. Not only had she removed the little silver bikini, but she'd also shaved herself completely smooth, and stood with her legs slightly parted directly in front of him, with her erect nipples pointing over his head.

"Is this better?" she asked, smiling down at him as she brought both hands down to touch her outer labia with her fingertips. "It feels pretty smooth now. You were totally right about the stubble and all the hair I had up here." She moved one hand up above her clitoris to rub the lighter skin where her pubic hair had been. "I always tan in the nude at the salon, so you're pretty much the only guy to ever see my tan lines."

He couldn't breath. Kate... Hate... See straight? Bait?

Her fingers continued caressing the smooth skin as she moved closer. Only a foot separating them when she stopped and gently pulled herself open before his eyes.

"Do you see any stray hairs, Jase?" she asked, pulling and pushing her outer lips to completely expose every little and fold to him as she touched herself. Moisture was showing inside, and her inner labia had strings of stickiness stretching and snapping between them each time she pulled them apart.

"Kate, I..." he gasped, unable to take his eyes away and feeling his erection painfully pushing down the leg of his shorts.

"Oooh," she breathed as her finger grazed her clitoris as it pushing out from its tiny hood. "It was hard to get all the hair with a razor, but your sister didn't have anything else and it would have taken too long to wax. I'm pretty sure I got it all."

She turned around then, leaning forward and bracing herself with one hand on the coffee table. Spreading her legs wide on the floor, she arched her back so that her cheeks spread apart right in front of his face.

"I had a couple of little hairs back here that I found, but they were pretty hard to get. Do you see any more?"

Her fingers pushed up between her legs from the front and lightly circled her anus. The dark skin seemed to pulse, puckering her rectum in little contractions as her fingers played.

"Jase? Does it feel smooth?"

"Kate..." he groaned.

"I'm pretty much dripping right now," she admitted. "Not sure..."

"God, you're so fucking HOT Katey," he moaned gripping her butt cheeks in his hands and squeezing.

Her fingers slipped down and buried themselves in her gaping sex, curling deeply as she groaned. Her hand blurred as she frantically fingered herself, causing her thighs to tremble. Her buttocks flexed as she lifted up on her toes. She seemed to do a dance, shifting from foot to foot with her legs spread wide, lifting herself by her fingers and bucking as she violently rubbed her fingers over her labia and clitoris.

"Uuuunngghh! Fuuuuckkk, Jaaassooooonnn!" she moaned as a gush of liquid splattered between her fingers and streamed down the inside of her widespread thighs to drip down her calves. The muscles in her legs were spasming, rippling the skin as they quaked and clenched under the intensity of her orgasm.

He nearly caught her as her legs gave at the knees and she collapsed forward to the floor. The resounding crack of her forehead striking the coffee table echoed as her head bounced back.

"Jesus! Kate!" he yelped, reaching down and rolling her to the side. Without thinking, he flew over the back of the couch in a leap and raced to the kitchen. He found the icepack in the freezer door and quickly wrapped a clean dishtowel around it before running back to her.

The skin on her forehead wasn't broken, but there was a nasty white mark that was slowly rising to a lump at her hairline under the bangs. He pressed the icepack gently against it and then scooped her up in his arms and moved her to the couch.

He adjusted the icepack to cover the lump before grabbing the robe from the floor and using it to quickly wipe down her drenched thighs and calves. He then ran to the laundry room and tossed the damp robe in before grabbing a blanket out of the closet. He ran upstairs to find a pillow. Paula always had three or four on her bed, so he took one of them and raced back down.

He lifted her head and slid the pillow under as she began moving again. Still dazed, she reached up and touched the icepack.

"Ow," she whispered, opening her eyes and looking up at him. "Oh, fuck, Jason," she sighed heavily. She moved her hand between her legs to gently hold herself. "That was so fucking nice..."

"You bumped your head pretty hard," he told her as he spread the blanket over her. "You okay?"

"Ow!" she repeated as she adjusted the icepack.

"Damn," she sighed. "That didn't go at all like I'd hoped..." She yawned.

"Kate, maybe I'd better call for paramedics. You seem a little lethargic," he warned.

"No, Jason," she said looking up at him and smiling with her teeth showing. "I've had worse hits in softball. I'm a little tired because I pretty much just burned about 2,000 calories having the biggest fucking orgasm of my life. My pussy is still over sensitive, and I'm dripping even now. I swear, I've never squirted like that, ever!"

She switched the hand holding the icepack so she could reach out and lightly stroke his bare leg just above the knee.

"It would mean the world to me, Jase, if I could give you some of this lethargy. I mean, I pretty much just raped myself in front of you, and if you look under the blanket, I'm rubbing my wet little pussy right now. I'm on the pill, so you don't have to worry about getting me pregnant. Please?"

Her hand was still stroking his bare skin and moving up his leg. It had reached his inner thigh and slid up to gently brush his testicles.

"Jesus, Katey," he groaned as she wrapped her hand around his balls and pinched the skin at the base of his shaft. "You are so fucking hot!"

The sound of the front door handle rattling interrupted him, and he remembered that it was locked. He quickly twisted away and adjusted himself before leaning over to tuck the blanket around her.

He was nearly to the door when it opened and his sister came through.

"Kate, you parked in my spot again!" she shouted. "And why did you lock... Oh! Hi, Jase! I didn't know you were home!" She ran to him, dropping her purse and keys on the floor and wrapped her arms around him closely, giving him a kiss on the cheek, and then another one before releasing him.

"Your home early," he said awkwardly when she reached down and grabbed his hand to hold.

"Yeah, it was slow. Some thing over at the other end of town was going on or something. Anyway, more time with you, right? Hey, are you hungry? I could cook you a late lunch if you want, or we could go swimming?"

"No, I just had a sandwich and some milk. Uh, Kate hit her forehead pretty hard. She's laying down in the living room."

"Hit her... Swimming?"

"Uh, no. She wasn't swimming. It was an accident really," he said as he led her to the couch. She was still gripping his hand.

"Katey? You okay?" Paula asked.

"I'm fine. A little wiped out, but... I'm good." She smiled brightly at Jason and then lifted the icepack so his sister could view the damage.

"Oh. My. God! Kate! When did you get your hair done? Bangs look so cute on you!"

Kate was still staring at Jason and blushed. "It was Jase's idea. And the braid."

"Since when did you ever call him Jase, Kate? What the heck is going on here?"

"Um," Jason started.

"No, my story," Kate sighed. "I, uh. I tried to seduce your brother and it kinda went a little off-track?"

"Tried to seduce..." Paula suddenly pulled close against her brother. "What the fuck, Kate?! What did you do to him?"

"Nothing! I didn't get to! I mean, he told me to do my hair and shave and then I was showing him and..." She was watching Jason and smiled with her teeth showing. "And I sort of jilled myself a little and BAM! I fucking came all over myself."

"You fucked my little brother?" Paula demanded, glancing up at him in anger and squeezing his hand harder.

"No! I mean, I started squirting all over myself and the floor, and then pretty much passed right the fuck out on the table. Bonked my head on the way down I think. I woke up on the couch with him putting an icepack on my head. Then he covered me up, and we've just been... Uh, talking."

"Is that the musky smell? Wait! You squirted on our floor?" Paula gasped, glancing down. She was still holding his hand closely.

"No," Jason answered. "Actually it was on your robe. She'd dropped at her feet when she showed me... uh."

Paula reached down and snatched the blanket away, exposing Kate's nakedness completely.

Kate quickly cupped herself with her hand, but not before his sister witnessed her slender fingers gently circling her swollen clitoris.

Jason saw too, but felt embarassed now and looked away politely.

Paula just stared for several seconds and then looked at her brother.

"You like that? I mean, her hair and completely shaved? I could... Uh, I mean, I can see that it's pretty hot, how she looks and all. I didn't know you liked that."

He just shrugged and then peeled his hand out of hers.

"Look, I think I'm going to go out for a bit. Maybe go for a run?"

"No!" Kate chirped, trying to sit up. "You were supposed to..."

"Holy crap, Katey! You want him to what, screw you right here in our living room?!"

"But, he... I wanted..." she whimpered.

"Oh, come on. Let's go get you dressed," Paula guided, helping her friend up and leading her out of the room.

In his room, Jason could hear Paula scolding Kate in whispers through the wall. Not the words, but the tone. It went on for a few minutes before he thought he heard both of them crying.
 
<sigh> So...

No answers? Plagerism is okay? FanFic? That's a pretensious genre, one filled with pretenders. I don't want to fall into that.

Honestly. Admired Stang to the point of wanting to fill gaps using his characters. Felt it was stealing. So, I didn't.

Yet. You are right.. The second story post was too long. I type too much.
 
There... Additional stories...

Posted a few starters, 4 or so... Hopefully someone can pick them up and carry them.

Never ment to be pretentious. Just wanted to ask if I stole another author's toons, would I be held responsible? Cause, Stang builds the best.

Wish I could do so as well, but... Why repaint the portrait when he's done all that great work?

- Dropped
 
Google"fanfic/fair use," for discussions of the legalities. Fanfic falls into a grey area for the most part. Not really plagiarism, but certainly not presentable as original work.

Personally, I don't write much of it, but I actively hunt out the stories based on certain material. I find the collective imagination of thouseands of amateur storytellers to be ultimately more satisfying to me than the single mind that sowed the seed-- I like what fanfic shows me about communities of people.

As far as us writers are concerned, the impulse to continue a story that someone else started, is very much part of human life. How many versions of "Robin Hood" can you think of? King Arthur? Star Trek? Disney has made an empire on retelling old tried and true fairy tales. That, my friend is fanfiction, with the legal department of a large corporation behind it.


But people at lit hardly care at all about fanfic. Mostly it's all original-- as original as porn can be, and we do try :D

There is a category called "celebrity" and if you DO post fanfic, that's where it would go.
 
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