After placing and arranging everything in their places, Mom joined us for a while.
"Gwen you'll be here for a while, right? How about you join Dev's school here for this semester?" She spoke out. I popped an eyebrow at that question. I didn't know she was going to stay that long!
Gwen was biting down on her lower lips in contemplation. She seemed rather tense. Mom gave me look that clearly 'asked' me to chip in.
"Yeah, it's really a lovely place. I uh... we'll love to have you." I said trying not to stare. Damn why is she so adorable, and yet so... enticing?
"Take your time and think about it. Okay honey?" My Mom zeroed in on her with a warm smile. She literally showed me out of the way and took the spot right next to her. She then rubbed her lower back gently. Gwen almost instantly relaxed. Her expression softened quite a bit. Ah, a weakness! I assumed it was Martha who let Mom into this secret.
She eventually nodded in agreement at last. Mom kissed her on the temple.
"You know I always wanted a daughter, but I ended up with... this." She wiggled her pointy at me.
"Whatever!" I snorted indignantly, crossing my arms, genuinely offended by this line of thinking. I DO NOT want her as a sister!
Both of them giggled. At that moment I realized, and so did Mom, that when Gwen laughs, she sounds almost like a normal person. So maybe her vocal cords weren't completely dysfunctional. She noticed the stares and stopped and cocked her head inquisitively.
Before she can draw out her notepad Mom stopped her and framed her face with her hands.
"You look so beautiful when laughing..." She glanced at me then back, "...we were just surprised."
Gwen smiled back. Our eyes met and it made me smile as well. This gives me an idea.
"Hey! How about you try forming words like that? Do you want to try now? Try saying something to me!" I was hopeful. And naïve. She stared at me for a moment without blinking. Then she opened her mouth several times, but only weird groans came out. My amusement died out soon. Watching me, her eyes moistened, so she turned her head to avoid my gaze. But it was evident that tears were starting to brim out. I instantly felt a kick in my gut. My stupidity knows no bounds.
Mom brushed a lone tear away from her right cheek, before it could reach her slightly trembling chin and pulled her into a hug, while rubbing her back. She hid her face in her shoulder and sobbed.
"It okay, Hon. It will come to you one day. You will be able to talk to everyone and no one will bother you. Come let's go upstairs."
She stayed upstairs for most of the day. Mom instructed me to encourage but not force her to talk in the future. I kept glancing towards the staircase, occasionally, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. She came down only for lunch and then dinner, ignoring my eyes completely. But I did notice her puffy red eyes, she has been crying. My heart ached and instincts cried out to comfort this little creature. I blamed myself for being so careless and caused her a great deal of pain. I will have to make it up to her somehow.
Even barely slept that night, tossing and turning restlessly. And eventually succumbed to it in the wee hours of the morning.
Next morning Mom left for work early, waking me up as well. She gave me a pat and asked me to take care of Gwen while she is away. I could barely open my eyes and mumbled something along the lines of
'do not worry'
.
I eventually forced myself out of bed and took a cold shower. Then went down to heat the breakfast. I was craving something sweet when she too came downstairs. I looked at her and noticed that her composure was much better today. Our eyes met and both of us smiled. I urged her to take a seat at the dining table. She wasn't ignoring me anymore which was a huge relief.
During breakfast, I came with an idea to cheer her up a bit. After we finished, I patted her on the arm and said, "I'm going to take a dip. You can join me if you want." I smirked pulling out my tee while going into the shower, giving her a perfect view of my ripped back.
I was not a diver. Additionally, the pool wasn't deep enough to handle my 6'2". I wasn't going to take that risk. So I causally slipped inside, gradually letting the chilly water cover my entire being. I spouted my head out and sighed.
I was quite well built if I say so myself. But it wasn't like this forever. I used to be overweight up until like I was 16. I had been made fun of too many a times, although they never amounted to something serious, since I was strong and big for an average teenager. But girls. Yes, they mostly ignored me. I only had one person whom I can call a friend. Matt. That bastard was a lanky little kid who loves videogames and all things Moe. It rubbed on to me as well. But then the judgement day happened in my freshmen year of high school.
There was this girl I liked, Janice Frazer. The beautiful blond has been the highlight of my wet dreams, many a times. So, one day, I mustered up the courage to ask her out. And to nobody's surprise, was turned down without much fanfare. It was well and good till the time, her boyfriend, a senior year student from a different school got word of it. I was beaten to a pulp. No, I did not go down without taking a swing, it was just that, I simply couldn't keep up with three of them. Up until that time, I never really had to fight anyone. But boy was I battered.
That day I realized how weak I really was. And took it on me to get stronger. I joined a Japanese Jujitsu dojo, although it was quite a hike. Trained like hell, almost failed a semester.
Took me over 14 months to earn the orange belt. My body was in a much better shape. The thing with Akijujitsu is, they train your body so much that you can German Suplex a fucking stone statue. My sensei was a middle-aged Japanese who taught us the values of a strong body with her broken English. Now, I am a Blue belt and have fought in a couple of tournaments. Starting last year, girls started frolicking around me a lot. It would be a lie if I say I didn't love the attention, but none of them really caught my eye. Up until now.
After fifteen minutes in the pool waiting for her. I started losing hope, so I started to gradually swim to get out but was stopped when the backyard door opened slightly. I stopped to stare at it, then a pretty head popped out as if searching for something. Then her eyes met mine. I gestured her to join me.
Okay to be honest, the first thing I noticed were her boobs. Call me a pervert if you want but it was just too good to not notice. I happen to be a boobs man, if that wasn't obvious by now, and I was fucking wrong. And boy was I happy to be proven wrong. She wasn't a C-cup.
'Certainly, a D or maybe even a DD, hmm...'
She must have been wearing one of those compressor bras earlier.
She just stood their blushing while I kept ogling at her. Her long, wet hair was done in a top neatly done bun. Her azure hued one-piece was in sharp contrast to her pale skin and cling to her like a second skin.
After I gained some semblance of my sanity back, I called her out again to join me. She slipped into the water and floated around for a bit and then joined me. By now, I was busy trying to hide the bulge in my trunks. Hopefully, she didn't notice. She maintained a yard's distance from me, and I did not dare to move closer. A few strands of her hair have escaped her bun and were floating around in the water. I felt a strong compulsion to touch them, to feel the smooth texture of them flowing through my fingers.
I was literally speechless taking all of this dark-haired beauty, in with frequent sideway glances. She seemed a bit tense. The shape of her heavy breasts, partially submerged in the water was too much for me to take in. I was hungry for her, my hardon threatening to burst out anytime. But she looked tense, almost uneasy in the current situation.
"You look good." I at last broke the awkward silence, that persisted for way too long. She blinked at me and smiled, tucking a loose strand back. Oh gods, why hast thou forsaken me!
I scooted a little closer. She seemed determined to jump out any moment now. I chuckled at the thought. She looked at me, alarmed.
"Seriously? I won't try anything, so don't worry." I eyed her up and down making her visibly shiver.
"My Mom will kill me and burn my entrails in the bonfire." I explained before kicking off and diving in. I resurfaced on the other end and gestured her challengingly.
That seemed to loosen her up a little. She smiled weakly and followed suit. She yelped when I pushed her softly, then giggled. Her voice was like chiming crystals, and I wondered if I'll ever hear her say my name.
We swam and chilled out for a while growing closer. She did not have notepad, so it was mostly me taking to her. It all felt so natural to me, as if I've known her for ages.
Eventually, she began to climb out of the pool. She did a swaying motion while doing so and her suit stuck into the crack of her heart shaped globes. Shit! I did not appreciate her ass enough. She then undone her hair bun and pressed and stretched her long luscious hair to let out the water. They clung to her hips and shoulders in a mess. Then she looked over her shoulders, winked at me and walked back into the house. That minx!
