I Am A Queer Model Part One

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Author's Notes: This is my story and nobody can copy, publish elsewhere, or sample without my expressed written permission. The story explores of aspects of fucking, cheating, sugar moms, plastic surgeries oh daddy, I could go on. Many thanks to Kenji Sato, he made this so much better.

I Am a Queer Model 01

I missed two straight years of school due to the pandemic. Mom was sick first, then dad, then mom again. Dad's sister lived with us, my cousins lived with us, mom's sister moved in, then Uncle Bill's widow moved in. Even after vaccinations had caused Covid to go away, everyone stayed.

Daddy built a compound, using migrant day laborers who were Hispanic, and then two women, who were with the laborers, moved in and they became pregnant. So from 2020, they'd both had three children, and both were pregnant again.

My name is Cynthia, CC, Benedict. We live outside of Lyman, Washington, which is on the North Cascades Highway, where we own a gas station, grocery store and restaurant. We, well, Daddy (Teddy "Bull" Benedict) really, owns twelve hundred acres along the Skagit River Valley-- lots of hay fields, and dairy, too. Daddy owns six hundred acres of forest, and a sawmill for pulp and milled lumber, used for big playgrounds and picnic tables.

We have been homeschooled since 2019. Mom (Peggy) and her sister, Polly Anne Fitzgerald, taught all of us; plus Isabella Garcia, who was from Colombia, taught us Spanish. Mom, Aunt Polly and Isabella were all pregnant. My bestie, my cousin Allie, Polly's daughter, and I were eighteen, just two months apart (she's older), and we were out at Clear Lake Park by the lake. It was May and we just decided to say fuck it. Well, she did-- she's a bossy cow and gets me to do whatever she wants.

We were lying there in the sun, in our tiny bikinis. Postage stamp-size tops, I'm exaggerating really, but maybe two-and-a-half-inch tops and thongs. Allie asked me to take her top down and put some hand lotion on her breasts, especially her nipples, which she said were irritated.

I said, "Sweet Jesus, Alls, your tits are getting bigger, fuck me, my C-cups look tiny next to yours; what size are they?"

"They're double-E now. CC, you are stunning, you know you can go be a model up in Vancouver or Seattle, or even San Francisco. Your face and your legs, and you're six feet tall, which is what runway models are now. I heard mom and Aunt Peggy talking last night..."

Wait a sec, I thought, that's weird, 'cause they sleep with Daddy, as I zoned out, and then interrupted Allie, "I'm sorry what did you say, Alls?"

"Aunt Peggy said the Ford Agency wants you, remember when she took those head shots? Well, she sent them in and they want you. Bull was mad at her for not getting his permission, he's such a control freak."

"You're fucking Daddy, aren't you?"

She did not hear the anger and anguish in my voice when I asked her.

"He's so big, CC, I'm two months pregnant. Mom and Aunt Peggy are pregnant, too. Technically, my baby is your half sister, and I'm going to be your stepmom." She was so happy.

"Bull told us that he'd checked into incest issues, and that it should be no problem for me to have children with him."

I pondered this news. I'm not stupid, I'm just a party girl and fun is my deal. Mom had taken me to see the doctor in Mount Vernon just before I turned eighteen, and I got an implant to prevent pregnancy.

She had told me, "No matter what, don't tell your Daddy about this because he'll kill me for not telling him."

Combined with the modelling stuff, she had created a way out for me. I sure as fuck did not want to fuck the fucking "Bull" Benedict, let alone have his children. He fucking stunk for one thing, and I hated how he was fucking all these women because it demeaned mom.

I'm not a prude, but your own mom and dad is totally pervy. He's fucking six-foot-seven, and he stinks to high heaven.

Allie continued to prattle on and I wasn't listening at all. No longer did I have a bestie, she was dick drunk for him and was going to pump out babies for him for years; if I said something negative about her or "fucking Bull", she'd rat me out and I'd be chained to a wall.

I knew why I was really upset-- because underneath it all, I was totally in love with her, and with what had happened, she'd never know and I would never be with her. I had no interest in other women or girls, or had felt that way with anyone else-- I was totally in love with her. She was funny, kind and nice. I wanted to kiss her for the longest time. I would be her lesbian, or nobody's.

I really needed to talk with mom.

Allie was talking to me, "CC, hello, anyone home?"

I turned, smiled, and said, "Baby, you been renting space in my head and heart, just come on in. I do have this aching ear; can we go? Mom can take me to the clinic in Mount Vernon, if I hurry."

She had a new Kia Santa Fe SUV, and the hits kept on coming.

"Bull bought this for me and our kids. I absolutely love being his wife. CC, you're okay with this, aren't you?"

I put my hand on her leg, and said, "Alls, I've been in love with you since I don't know when, and I will always support your decisions and your children, my new sister and her siblings to come."

I had broken through it seemed.

"You're in love with me?"

"Have been forever and a day, when you're gone, I ache."

"So you're gay?"

I said, "I have no feelings or curiosity for other women, I'm totally in love with you and I will be as long as I breathe. I watch porn and love watching cuckold scenes where the wife fucks all these big-dick guys. I have rubbed one out regularly watching that, I seriously want to suck some dick, too. I've never watched girl on girl. I confess I've watched babysitter porn, and I fantasize the hubby has this really long fucking dick, usually a Black guy and Black wife, and I suck him off and he comes in my mouth and we snowball. I stole a vibe of my mom's, too."

"What about having babies with Bull?"

"I really love my mom and I'd need to talk to her, get her blessing first. I would never, ever hurt or disrespect her. I'd die first. But if she was fine with it. He is really big, right?"

She cracked up, and said, "The first time hurt so bad, he stretched me then the hymen thing felt like I was being stabbed, it hurt so much. But he really knows how to fuck and fucked me over and over again, and I passed out after cumming on that huge dick."

She continued, "Guess what?" glancing at me, with a big smile.

I said, "I give, I have no idea."

"I have a butt plug in right now and it vibrates. Every so often, Bull turns it off and on and I cum. You won't believe this, Bull took me to this video booth in Everett, so he could teach me to do a proper blowjob. The first time, I made ten guys cum. They taste different, the guys that smoke taste awful.

"Then, last Friday, we went down to Seattle and we were by Green Lake, and we went into this men's restroom and there were three Black men with bigger dicks than Bull. Since I was pregnant, he let two of them fuck me-- and talk about being stretched-- and I sucked the other guy off. He was so thick, and it bent upwards.

Please don't tell my mom or Aunt Peggy, okay?"

I said, "I will never hurt you. I am worried about you getting STDs; you need to get checked right away. Promise me, baby."

"Okay, CC, I will. What do you think about the modelling stuff?" She knew there might be trouble in Riverside.

"Alles, I'm just a farm girl, I want to be a mom. I always wanted five kids. I've never thought about living anywhere but here in Lyman." I hated lying to her, and this fucking SUV was going like two miles per hour.

"Being mommies together would almost be like we were together." She looked over at me, and I lost it and cried and cried, and I was hiccupping and hugging myself.

We were almost home and she pulled over. She said, "What have I done, CC?"

"Do you love him? I mean do you think of him constantly and want him to touch you and kiss you and make love to you?"

"I was so excited to tell you today, because that's exactly how I feel."

I smiled, and said, "Well, girl, he's the one."

She looked so happy when I said that. Then she looked at me and looked so sad.

"That's how you feel about me, isn't it."

"Allie, will you kiss me just once, so I can remember what might have been, please?"

She leaned over towards me, and I reached up with both hands on the side of her face, caressing her. My nose was next to hers, and I could feel her breath on my upper lip. She smelled exquisite. A little closer and our eyelashes brushed as we blinked. My eyes sought out her soul; her green ones to my blue.

I murmured, "You have no idea how gorgeous you are. I've wanted you for so long."

Then, her eyes closed as our lips touched. I kept mine open as I wanted her to see my love when she opened hers.

My dainty tongue snaked out to caress her lips, and her mouth opened and I was in her mouth like Sherman entering Atlanta. She moaned in my mouth. I knew my cooze was wet, but it was like the Skagit River during spring floods. She started fucking my mouth with her tongue, and my hands went to those big, soft titties. I was softly squeezing, then I started gently pulling on her nipples which were thick and long; I pinched them both, she shuddered, and I knew she was cumming.

She pulled back from me and I said to myself, fuck that. I was across the console and crawling on top of her. I reached down and pulled the lever and the seat fell back. I pushed my leg between hers, and started grinding on her cunt through her thong. I was licking her neck, then bit her earlobe. I stuck my tongue in her ear, and her thighs tried to break my leg, as she had a monstrous orgasm, her head shook, and that beautiful face contorted in orgasmic delight. I slid off of her and stuck two fingers into her dripping cooze, in search of the mysterious G-spot.

Her eyes popped open, I guessed I must have found it.

She said, "Fuck, fuckitty fuuuuck," as she thrashed around in the grips of a ginormous orgasm.

I pulled my fingers out and stuck them in my mouth, like I was sucking a dick as she watched me with hooded, half-closed eyes. She giggled.

I said, "You ain't seen nothing yet, Missy," as I contorted my body so I could clean up the mess on aisle Allie's cunt.

I had discovered that I could touch my nose with my tongue, note to self, tell Allie you'd lied about watching lesbian porn. The Latina lesbian with the very long tongue, Alina Lopez had nothing on me. I was literally seven inches taller than her and proportionally, everything was longer, including my tongue.

I played with her titties some more, and finally she begged me to stop. I crawled up and tenderly kissed her.

"You and Bull will have a lot of kids; think of me as the fun auntie who fucks the shit out of mommy at Christmas.

"Umm," I went on, "I'm about eighty-percent queer and twenty-percent straight, and I do want to be a mom. Right now, I'm one-hundred-percent queer, making love to you."

My thoughts on my own kids, being a mom, and having a father who tended to lean towards unnamed Black NBA players who were absolutely fucking gorgeous and hung like donkeys. They were also rich as fuck and got this thing for White women. I heard that that half Greek Black guy Yannis or something, who plays for Milwaukee; he's like seven feet tall and his dick's probably twenty inches long. I'd go have his babies right now."

"Allie, you now know how much I love you. Life is unfair sometimes, and I got to get out of Dodge and do the modelling thing. Being around you all day; it will break me, totally. I'm already heartbroken and hopefully somebody will mend that for me.

"Let's go home, I got to go to the clinic with mom."

As she drove, I texted mom, 'please get me out of dodge, take me to clinic with ear ache, take me to airport and send me to NY with Ford agency. Fucking Daddy "Bull" wants to breed me. Save me obi one, I'm about eighty percent queer and in love with Allie and dying with her being preggers and fucking that stinky fuck. Lov u with all my heart cc'

My phone immediately rang, it was mom. "Go to the gas station, he wants to fuck you now and is furious about the Ford Agency. You're not safe."

"Okay, I love you, mom."

"Allie, can you take me to the gas station? Mom's going to take me to the clinic and she will meet us there."

Allie had that well-fucked look, and took us there.

I didn't see mom's car. Then a brand new Ford Bronco flashed its headlights. I leaned over and gently kissed Allie, and said, "I love you. I'm gone. Don't tell Bull anything for your own good. Learn how to lie to him by draining his balls, baby."

I trotted over to mom's new rig and climbed in.

I said, "I love this, when did you get it?"

"I bought it online at a dealership, who delivered it two hours ago. CC, you reek of pussy?"

"Yup, I fucked Allie's brains out, just so she knows what she's giving up by marrying Daddy. What the fuck, mom! How could you and Aunt Polly let that happen? And Isobel? Jesus."

Mom said, "We're driving to Seattle and we're going to stay with an old girlfriend of mine for a week, and get you ready for Ford. We both worked there for a bit, and for domestic haute d'couture as well, in Paris; Chanel, etc."

I just stared at her with my mouth open.

She said, "Your grandmother was pushy and I started when I was fourteen, so you're a little late to the game, so we have to give you a crash course.

"There's a lot going on right now, so I have to unpack it my own way, okay?

I said, "That's fine."

"I'm leaving your father. We never actually got married, but he's my common-law husband and I have a call into my attorney, Chaim Feinberg. I have money stashed away in offshore accounts. Both Polly and I were models, and there is money offshore for both Polly and me.

"This is going to get kind of weird, and you might not love it as much as you do now."

I said, "I seriously doubt it, though try me."

"Bull is not your biological dad."

I gave a vigorous fist pump. "Way to go, mom, I feel like I just took a shower."

"You and Allie are sisters, same dad, different but related mothers.

"He played for the Dallas Mavericks, the NBA team and the old Seattle team, too. He was, by the time we slept with him, retired. He's married now, and so far, does not know about you or Allie.

"Polly teaches crafts in the spring at summer fairs, and will escape on Saturday and join us where you and I will be."

"Mom, I love her. It's not a crush. It's been that way since I was twelve. We could marry and have babies from non-related fathers, sperm donors.

"That said, she does not love me," and I started wailing like a fire truck.

Her friend had this huge house on the western slope of Capitol Hill, overlooking Lake Union, to the West of the concrete monstrosity that was Interstate 5. Her name was Evgeny Kondratiev. She was almost as tall as me, obviously a model or had been. There were pictures of her with two daughters and a boy, a toddler, in her arms. She was a platinum blonde hair and had no tits, nipples maybe, and her hair was more of a steel gray.

I watched her embrace mom in an emotional reunion; both were crying, and after some hesitancy, they kissed. I was standing there frozen, with my eyebrows raised and mouth opened wide.

After a moment, as each second thudded in my brain, they turned around, arm in arm. Mom had this smirk on her face, and Evgeny was obviously in charge, as she stared at me, appraising me. It was uncomfortable.

Letting go of mom, she walked towards me, stopping a foot in front of me, her eyes scanning my face. She reached up and softly turned my face, her fingers feeling my cheekbones, then my jaw, and finally my neck. She smelled of lemons and cigarettes. She had little crow's-feet in the corner of her eyes, but was shockingly gorgeous.

She half-turned to look at mom, lifted her palms upward, and shrugged at the same time. In heavily accented English, talking to mom, "Fucking flawless, easily top shelf, we teach her to strut and change clothes; Ford will sign her immediately."

Turning to me, "Do not let those faggots cut your eyebrows, ever; you smell like cunt, you fuck women?"

I said, "Just one, but she's pregnant and I'm a fuck-toy."

"It happens, kissing frogs, you know. Women in New York, especially older women, rich older women will do anything to fuck you, jewelry, condos, cars. Let them, it's not about love. Some girl will steal your heart like your mother stole mine. How you say, "Oh, she's the love of my life."

She kept on talking, "You love this girl?"

Mom came out of her coma, and said, "It's Polly's daughter, Det's her father, too; it's a mess."

Evgeny was still talking to me, touching my body, I could not hear her. My father's name is Det.

I interrupted her, "Does Det know I'm alive, I want to meet him."

Evgeny slapped my face, not hard, but it got my attention. "Do not ever interrupt me again, this is business and your life, and your chance to become oh-so rich. You can do this for ten years or so, with your bones and if you don't get fat or have babies, you'll be set for life, then have babies like we did."

Randomly, she asked, "No boys?"

I felt my face flush. "I played basketball before Covid, there is a player for the New York Knicks that I have a crush on."

"What is the boy's name?"

I chuckled, "He's no boy, he's a fucking gorgeous man. Karl-Anthony Burgs."

Subconsciously, I was biting my lip. "I followed him on Instagram and TikTok, and his latest skank, who was fucking actor Wilt Smith, Luna, she be fucking two millionaire Black guys, and she lived in Beverly Hills, and signed with Wilhelmina, and did shows with one of the Kardashian women and then fucked her boyfriend, she's a fucking skank."

Mom asked, "So you want this man?"

"No, why would you say that?"

"You realize you were talking out loud about Karl's skank girlfriend fucking him and Wilt Smith?"

"I did?"

Mom said, "I can't read minds."

Evgeny moved back to mom, holding her smart phone up to mom and they were both shaking their heads. I was then behind them, and saw they were looking at a picture of Karl in his warm-up sweats; there was the definite outline of his very long dick, snaking down his leg, as he was being interviewed by this fatty MILF for MSG Networks.

I said, startling them both, "She's married and he's been hitting that. I Googled his relationships and hookups, and there was a picture of her in the Dominican with Karl, where his mom lives. There's a big debate about how many tit jobs she's had. She's like thirty-five with kids for fuck's sake, and her husband knows, what a sick fucker."

They both burst out laughing, cackling like a couple of hens.

Dinner was smoked salmon, with real caviar which I liked. Evgeny had this tiny black caviar and larger pink ones, which she said came from Arctic char, which was huge in Moscow, and the other was Osetra.

She said, "My family had a home in Moscow before the revolution, but we had an estate in Yekaterinburg, which used to be part of Ukraine. Peasants and oligarchs eat Beluga, those who know eat Osetra.

"We lived in the fifth arrondissement a lovely apartment. In the morning, one soft-boiled egg, and Osetra on a slice of baguette."

She poured everyone a black tea, explaining it was a blend of oolong, Keemun, and Lapsang Souchong from China that was smoky. Then she put out this little jar of cherry preserves that had the smallest spoon I'd ever seen.

"Put half a spoon in the tea and stir it. Then try."

It was the most incredible thing I'd ever tasted smoky, with the hint of sweetness. I said, "Wow."

"I knew you'd like it, you're so much like your mother. Also! "she exclaimed," and ran to a cupboard, got another jar, and set it down.