Chapter 2 -- Mysteries
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It was dark when I awoke from my drunken encounter. Had I not still had my shorts around my ankles I would've assumed it was my subconscious' ultimate fantasy. I used my abs to lift myself up, touching my cock which seemed to be covered in my dry spillings, with some seemingly on my neck and crisp spots all over my shirt. I took myself through our time on the couch with Paul finishing inside me once and Mark following his brother taking me from behind and filling me further while Paul took my throat for his second. I was sore in both places with a headache which I'm sure was a combination of the abuse, absence of oxygen and the alcohol. My previously flaccid shaft was already full recalling the events. I didn't remember finishing, but I must have while falling asleep.
I glanced at my flip phone, 'Ugh, 430, I need to sleep better.' One foot after the other I planted them on the floor, stood up and pulled my shorts to my waist to hide myself for the walk of shame to bed. Getting up to the loft level, Lacey's door was still slightly ajar, but I snuck past it to the washroom. Finding some Advil and sipping from the faucet I took my well-deserved medicine, drained the rest of me (and my cousins) into the facilities and took a brief, very cold shower.
I was incredibly nervous about going into that room. I've had some rougher times before with partners, but my cousins were very aggressive with me and I wasn't sure what to think. Standing in the hall, I was still hard thinking about the gift or curse they'd given me a few hours earlier. I gingerly opened the door not daring to close it all the way I set my clothes beside the bed and made my way into the covers. I fell asleep, and in no time was dreaming of lying naked in a field basking in the sun.
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The soft but repetitive knock on our door was an unpleasant awakening.
Being unsure at first if I was still on the couch half naked or had in fact made it to bed, I ran my hands over my naked body under my covers. Both beds on either side of me were empty.
"Hi, g-good morning." I called to the doorway.
It creaked open and Lacey's head poked in. "How do you always sleep so late?"
Prompting a groan from me, she came and sat on the bed beside me. "Your brothers are a bad influence." Not offering further explanation.
She placed her very cold palm on my forehead, I was on fire from delirious drunken sleep. "They know how to have a good time but still get up in the morning, I don't think you're learning." The tease had a bit of a sting knowing that I had every excuse to be more tired than them. I don't remember Lacey ever touching me like this as she moved her fingers up into my hair with her nails grazing my scalp rearranging my bed head slightly, I simply didn't know when to quit as my appendage filled again. I shifted my leg to an angle that would hide it from the covers. "That's a little better. I don't think you dried your hair after your shower."
"Oh, you heard me. Sorry, I was just a little drunk and needed to refresh."
"I bet!" She looked at me, ran her fingers through my hair one more time and got up. "Everyone's already gone again, they'll be back around dinner. I'll be at the pool!" she said as an invitation heading for the doorway. I caught a glimpse of her side profile as she went through the door. Even in her frumpy pajama-like house clothes I could tell she was thin with a perky butt. I shook my head causing a wave of headache, while trying to think clearly and get myself ready for my day. I really wanted to jerk off again, but it would've hurt my head way too much.
I put my smaller swim trunks on for tanning and made my way down to the kitchen grabbing another muffin. '1:30 already?' I thought. I headed out to the pool finishing the last of my muffin with a cold glass of ice water in my other hand.
Lacey was already lounging on her back in a very beautiful blue bikini in the sun. While not as tanned as her brother's she had a good base and looked almost exotic compared to a typical Canadian complexion. Her long blonde hair was set back in a ponytail to allow the sun full access to her exposed skin. She was very tall, but not lanky, and her waistline almost seemed cinched somehow accentuating a very narrow frame. I grabbed the mesh lounger from by the house and moved it next to her in the sun facing the pool. She was very relaxed with her ear buds plugged into her iPod, but she still smiled as I set it up and went back to her peaceful state. To be truthful I had figured most of my days here would be like this one. The twins had kept me on my curled toes so far, so I was going to enjoy some down time.
After an hour of adjusting and rotating like a kebab on a grill we were both feeling hot and tanned from the sun. Lacey's earbuds came out "Wow I'm hot." 'Yes, you are' I agreed in my head while simultaneously chastising myself. 'She's your cousin and you're hungover. Just relax.'
"Swim?" My short proposition seemed to sing to her.
She got up to the edge of the pool and shallow dove into the middle. Trailing behind her in my dive I surfaced next to her, both kicking our legs in the deep end. She was brushing water and hair away from face and eyes. Her light freckles were out from the time in the sun, her hazel eyes complimenting the hue of them lighting up her cheeks. I started to swim lengths and she chased me up and down the pool, very quickly catching up to me. She swam like an otter, having spent most of her life in the family pool. I was a terrible swimmer but at least pretty strong to keep up.
On a pass back in the middle she grabbed hold of my legs and tried to pull me under. We wrestled flesh on flesh, I tried my best not to think of her smooth skin that connected repeatedly. 'She's your cousin, haven't you gone far enough?' my conscience implored with me. She moved to the sidewall of the deep end and put her arms up to the sides on the concrete gently kicking her legs out while she held herself up. Her smaller but delectable chest rising and falling with heavy breathing from our kerfuffle. I swam slowly towards her trying not to stare and picked up a spot beside her.
"So, are you excited to start school in the fall?" my inquiry garnered a very large ear to ear smile.
"You have no idea. I'm glad I can still be home to save money, but spending the day at campus most days will be nice. After my birthday four weeks ago, I haven't really been out much. Ben has been on vacation with his family for two weeks, so I haven't even gone there."
I'd never met Ben, but they'd been dating for almost two years if I remembered correctly. "Darn, that sucks Lace. We should go out then!" I was feeling better, so why not?
"What? Where?"
"I don't know... I don't know the city at all. What is there to do?"
"There's a few places I enjoy. When do you want to go?"
"Let's go now, it's only 3 o'clock, right?" I was excited to get out with my uncertainty from the night before.
"Okay! I'll drive." Lacey hoisted herself up backwards out of the pool and I shamefully took advantage of looking at what I could. Her legs were so similar to Mark and Paul's in size albeit longer but favoured a softer appearance over definition. I followed her into the kitchen and up all the stairs, both still dripping from the pool, I admittedly looked at her bikini bottoms retreat from all the stairs. At the loft level we went our separate ways into our rooms. Slipping off my trunks I decided I needed a quick shower. Peering into the hall I saw Lacey's door was closed so I dipped across with my wet removed trunks in hand. Turning into the bathroom Lacey was looking at herself in the mirror. Naked; I froze, she looked at me, then back at the mirror. "Oops" I said covering myself as I turned to leave, beat red on all four cheeks.
"Hey-" she called. I froze again and tentatively turned my head back in around the door jam. "Go shower, you're already here."
"I can wait for you to finish." She seemed to be unbothered by my head peering at her.
"Really, it's fine Jacob." Now she looked at me and motioned her head for me to hurry up.
I provided a sheepish acceptance and walked back in stepping into the shower behind her. She was busy washing her face, so I started a cold shower and willed myself into the stream facing away from her. Setting my wet trunks on a hook I went about my usual routine trying not to think too much about this or how she looked in that blue swimwear.
Even the mention of that bikini and I was sporting again. Fortunately, I turned my head to see Lacey was not behind me at the mirror anymore. I finished my body wash and stepped out of the shower. The door was open a crack, but the room was otherwise unoccupied. I dried off and wrapped my towel around my waist. My outline was prominent between my legs, but I needed to change. I crossed the hall into my room and closed to door. "That was weird." I said to myself aloud.
I dressed in a golf shirt and a fresh pair of shorts. It was hot so I skipped undergarments and socks. Lacey was in the front hall already to go looking fabulous in a crop tank top and semi low-rise short shorts. 'Summer fucking rules' I thanked the season gods.
We hopped into her car and headed off in the direction of the fields but made a left before hand. "Where are we off to?" I asked genuinely curious.
"My favourite place in the city."
The drive took us into the downtown core, and we drove a few more minutes. We turned down an alley way that looked kind of sketchy between two six storey old buildings. The parking lot out back had ten cars or so but seemed clean compared to the alley. The back entrance at the building was for a place called "Astronomy Club". Walking through the front entryway it was dark; black lights lit the walls with tens of thousands of stars. She flashed a card on the scanner to get through the turnstile. You'd think from this entrance it was a dank strip club, not that I'd ever been in one to know, but just assumed from TV and movies.
The main room was large and had a three-storey gutted interior with an impressive mock-up of our star system suspended from the ceiling high above. There were a maze of walls and entrances illuminated by black light reactive strips all over the sides of the building. Various labels were strewn above the entrances for the different exhibits and opportunities for exploration.
Lacey took me through the exhibits on the main floor. For each segment, she had an astounding depth of knowledge to go along with our tour. Talking about all of the various concepts of physics describing black holes, dark matter and the theory of time relativity. I knew a little bit from high school physics, which I barely passed, but Lacey's knowledge was clearly expert level. The mathematical equations seemed known to her, and she could effectively articulate the viability of some theories and seemingly discredit others. I did my best to keep up, but I certainly was out of my element here. I spent the bulk of our walk struggling to fathom her grasp of our solar system and universe, frequently deciding to admire her beauty in the varying lighting displays. To her credit, she was an excellent teacher, and I was enthralled by her. I asked questions when I could, but trying not to sound like a neanderthal was no easy task. Though, she never once balked at my inquiries, absorbing and calculating replies that educated without the purpose of pandering or demeaning me.
After describing to me how light is warped or affected by our current models of black holes and that we may never actually know what they look like by virtue of this, she said she had one more exhibit to show me. Taking my hand, she led us through the labyrinth to an elevator. Pushing the button, the door opened immediately into a brightly lit elevator. It ascended the three storeys to another expansive room carved from the top three floors.
