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-Eden
"Put me DOWN!" Sarah screamed, her voice shrill even in light of the chaos going on around them.
Owen had her arms pinned to her sides, his arm wrapped over hers. She flailed and kicked and continued to scream as the others laughed.
"Owen Miles!" Sarah yelled again.
Owen looked at Sarah, her reddish blonde hair - braided in pigtails - burning in the noonday sun. Freckles dotted her face, but they always did in the summertime. And they were everywhere. Well, everywhere he could see. Little spots were cast like stars over her legs, her arms, her chest above her bathing suit. But, his favorite were the ones that dotted across her nose and beneath her eyes.
He wanted to kiss them all. One by one. Or maybe a long swipe of his tongue.
It was the summer of their Junior year, mere months from their final year of High School.
Sarah flopped against him trying to break free of his hold as he neared the edge of the pool. "Owen put me down!" She kicked her feet.
Owen wanted to hold on longer. God, how he loved the feeling of her skin against his. Her midriff pressed against his stomach. It made him think very hungry thoughts.
"Down?" He whispered darkly.
Sarah's eyes shot open. "No. I didn't mea-" Her scream pierced the air as Owen tossed her into the pool. She burst through the surface her face a twist of anger barely contained in her tiny frame.
"OWENNNN!!!" She screamed until her face was beet red. "I did not want to get wet!"
"Sorry," Owen winked, "I have that effect."
She screamed unintelligibly at him and slammed her hands into the water over and over.
"Owen?" Katerina called to him from the lounge chair where she'd been tanning. She smiled as she walked toward him. "Owen?" She leaned in to kiss him but turned her head at the last second, stopping with her mouth by his cheek. "Owen?"
Owen Miles opened his eyes though he didn't remember going to sleep.
"Are you okay?" Katerina hovered over him but there was no smile on her face.
Owen rubbed his head. "I had the wildest dream." He put his hand down by his sides and found that he was naked. "Wha-" Looking around he saw that everyone was naked. Well, almost. Samantha had on sheer stockings which covered her from toe to mid-thigh.
Samantha smiled at him. "Hey there handsome."
In a flash it all came back. The games they had played, the things they had done. "Jessica?" He asked.
"Shhhh-" Rachel had Jessica's head in her lap. "She took a surprise nap just moments after you fell." Rachel licked her lips. "Damn, stud, that ring must be magic."
Owen blushed even as he swelled with pride. "It put me out, too." He said modestly.
"We like to think of that as a team effort." Samantha kissed his cheek. "Sounds better that way."
"Probably truer." Owen admitted.
Jessica groaned in Rachel's lap her eyes fluttering before opening. "Wha-"
"Shhh." Rachel smoothed Jessica's brow with her hand. "What happened?"
Jessica nodded lightly.
"Well, Owen took you from behind and apparently did such a good job that you blacked out." Rachel smiled. "Are you okay?"
Again, Jessica nodded.
"Good." Rachel's smile turned mischievous. "Then I can do this!" She put her hand between Jessica's legs and dipped her fingers into the girl's still dripping slit. She lifted her hand, Owen's cum standing out boldly on her finger, and slipped it between her lips. "Mmmmm." She purred.
Jessica spasmed as an aftershock went through her. "God! I can feel it moving in me, dripping from me." She worked her thighs together. "How much did he cum in me?"
"We don't know for sure." Katerina replied.
"But we're thinking infinite." Samantha giggled.
"Yep, definitely all of it." Sarah added.
Jessica's cheeks burned. "I can't believe I blacked out."
"Don't feel too bad." Sarah consoled her.
"Yeah," Katerina cuddled close to the girl, her breasts pressed against Jessica's side, "He-Man over there blacked out, too."
"You did?" Jessica's eyes grew wide.
Owen nodded as heat colored his cheeks.
"Well, at least I had company then." Jessica smiled. She shook off her concerned friends and stretched her body until her back popped. Ruffling her hair with her hands she began to look more awake, more returned. She looked around the room with purpose. "What's the next game?"
Owen laughed first.
"Okay." Katerina got everyone's attention. "Now, that Jessica is no longer leaking Owen's cum down her leg, we can begin the next game."
"You mean after you sucked it out." Jessica replied easily.
They had returned from a group trip to the bathroom which Owen had not been invited to and resumed their seats in the circle.
Katerina smiled but didn't respond to Jessica's comment. "This next game was suggested by Rachel and apparently I'm the guest star." Katerina did a stage bow.
"What's the game?" Samantha asked.
Rachel spoke over Katerina's antics. "I call it, Pet the Kitty." Rachel giggled. "It won't do anything to help reduce the tension in the room but I think, at this point, that there is only one way to reduce that." She eyed Owen. "But, we will have to wait our turn."
"What are the rules?"
"Think of it like a tournament." Rachel informed. "Each round two people will pair off and the first one to make the other one cum, wins. You will go in turns; sixty seconds a piece. If neither of you cum in that time there is a final round where you will sixty-nine until someone cums. You can only use your mouth, tongue, and hands - no penetration - until the championship round." Rachel jumped up and down. "Oh, and if your name has the sound 'cat' in it, you have to wear something special."
Katerina scowled. "You did that on purpose."
"Uh-huh." Rachel nodded enthusiastically. "Because I wanted to."
"What happens to the losers this time?" Jessica asked.
Rachel tapped her chin thoughtfully before jumping up and down. "The losers have to get their picture taken being petted by the winner while wearing Kat's special outfit."
"I'm intrigued." Sarah said happily. "Now, you said we could only use our mouth, tongue, and hands until the championship round. What changes in the championship?"
"I'm glad you asked." Rachel said excitedly. "In the championship round anything goes until somebody blows." She clapped her hands. "I love when I can end on a rhyme."
"So, somebody is going to get pounded." Jessica laughed. Her eyes shot wide. "It's not going to be me, is it?" She looked at Owen. "I don't think I could last a second against him and that bar."
"That good?" Rachel asked greedily.
Jessica nodded slowly.
Rachel looked at the half-mast erection between his legs. The hunger in her eyes brought new life to the pierced length. "I think someone is waking up." She purred.
"I think he likes you." Samantha cooed, stroking her finger against the side of his erection.
"I like him, too." Rachel whispered. "Maybe we should get to know each other better." She met Owen's gaze.
"I think so, too." Owen replied huskily.
"Too bad we have this game, first." She pouted. "Oh, well." She reached out and stroked his chest. "Save a dance for me?"
"Always." Owen replied.
"Hey!" Katerina stomped over. "You." She pointed at Rachel. "Let's get on with it. Let's see this outfit."
Rachel smiled. "You'll like this." She whispered to Owen. "Matter of fact, you can help."
"I'm going to need help!" Katerina exclaimed.
"You could do it yourself, but you're going to have help." Rachel replied happily.
"You're enjoying this too much." Katerina complained.
"No such thing."
Owen leaned close to his sister, her brunette hair a fresh breeze of fruit scented shampoo. "Don't worry," he whispered, "I'll make it up to you."
Katerina shivered against him. "Promise?"
"Anything you want." His smile was genuine and warm.
Katerina continued to follow along as, in her mind, she was cast back to the time she first heard those words from him.
Field trip day had come at last and by some miracle Katerina's class was on a trip with her big brother's class. Owen was in fifth grade and Katerina was having a hard go in fourth. She had lost her front tooth the summer before school and she was self-conscious. She didn't smile often and in class she barely spoke.
When she climbed on the bus and saw her brother sitting with his friends, she smiled; toothless gap and all.
She'd wanted to sit with Owen, made a huge deal of it, but the teachers remained firm that the classes needed to be separated. She had pouted and tears filled her eyes but the teachers remained unmoved.
The trees outside were turning to the embers of orange, yellow, and red as Fall staked its claim on the world. The bus trundled along crumbled back roads with pot holes like gaping mouths with sharp, chipped, or broken teeth. The "civilized" roadways shattered to gravel as the mecca of downtown changed to the unbroken vista of rural America. As the destination neared, stonework vanished altogether leaving the black rubber tires to the whims of dusty dirt roads no more than glorified footpaths.
An Indian village Katerina couldn't pronounce in fourth grade and couldn't remember in her current stage of life.
They filed from the bus and, keeping the classes separated, made their way to an oral story presentation of the legends of this particular tribe. Buffalo snorted in pens on the periphery of the campgrounds and the whole area smelled of BO and animal crap. She crinkled her little nose beneath her wide brown eyes and tried to focus on the story instead of the itchy grass against her legs. The khaki shorts she wore proved to provide very little, as her mother had warned her, in the way of protection from the elements.
