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Independence Falls

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CHAPTER 4

MELODY:

It wasn’t until I got home that I worked out the problem.

I came home from school a little...worked up. I’d expected to rock up that day and jump straight into classes, start making friends, work out who the “cool kids” are and all that jazz...but before we could even get inside the building, this knocked-up teacher had jumped us and pulled us into this tiny little AV room.

We spent the whole first day of school just watching induction videos. Seriously. I mean, it’s school – how much do we need to know before we start learning?

But yeah, apparently Independence High wants students to “take control of our destiny” and so our whole day was spent watching some weirdo in a black suit talking to us about “reaching our potential” and “raising the next generation of achievers”.

Snoozeville 101, amiright?

So I tried to listen, at least at first, but after the first few vids I couldn’t help but let my mind wander...

And, of course, when a girl in a new relationship and starts to daydream, y’know what she’s going to be thinking about, yeah?

H. (I can’t believe we’re dating and I don’t even know his name...as far as I’m concerned, though, it’s H for Hot!)

I kept thinking about that morning, how sexy it had been. What we’d done, what we were going to do...what I wanted to do to him. He’s just so fucking dominant. I’ve had boyfriends before, of course, but normally I’m way more into indie guys. Skinny jeans, plays guitar – you know the type.

So yeah, H is new for me. He’s just so BUILT – I can’t believe I’ve never been with a guy like that. It’s such a turn-on, knowing that he could crush me with his body, knowing that if we ever...y’know...he could hold me up while he...y’know.

Mmm.

I swear, I had to bite my lip to stop myself from moaning out loud.

So yeah, except for a brief break for lunch, that was how I spent my day. By the time the school day was over, I had almost soaked through my jeans I was so turned on. I just wanted to go home and, um...relieve the pressure, so to speak.

After the last tape was done, it took me a while to tune back into reality. In my head, H and I were rolling around the kitchen floor. I won’t go into detail, but I’ll tell you, we were making quite a mess. ;)

When I came to, Steph was repeating my name over and over.

“What?” I snapped. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

I pushed my twin sister away – she was grabbing my arm for some reason, and yelling way more loudly than she needed to.

“You weren’t saying anything! You were just sitting there with this weird smile on your face...”

I almost felt sorry for her. Clearly my sister had never had a sexual daydream in her life, whereas I could close my eyes and instantly see images of H coming toward me, those huge arms reaching out, grabbing my body, putting me in whatever pose he wanted, like some happy sex doll...peeling off my panties and spreading my legs...

“Melody!” My eyes sprung open again, and immediately rolled at the sight of worry on Steph’s face. “Don’t you think something weird is going on here?”

“The only weird thing is you,” I said—I’m not going to lie, I was pretty happy with that line. “What are you talking about?’

“Those videos – a lot of what Gideon was saying just felt a little...off, for some reason.”

I immediately felt my defenses rising. He may have been a boring old fart, but it had been obvious to me that they were making us watch the videos for our own good. Honestly, I couldn’t help but be a little bit impressed by how dedicated the dude seemed to be.

“Like what?” I said. “Name one thing that didn’t make sense.”

There was a long pause as I stared at Steph, one eyebrow raised. When she couldn’t come up with anything, I sighed, picked up my bag, and went to leave. I knew that Dad would be staying late – always stay back on your first day was one of the innumerable pieces of advice he’d given us – so we’d probably be walking back.

As I left, I noticed that the pile of empty water bottles was twice as big on Steph’s side as it was on mine. Maybe she was just over-hydrated. (Or, of course, maybe she was just a freak. Probably a freak, knowing her.)

* * *

As soon as I got home, that was when I worked out the problem. See, the whole walk, I’d realized that I wasn’t just turned on – I was positively dripping. I couldn’t believe how wet just thinking about H got me. And honestly, it was sort of a turn-on in itself. It looked like we wouldn’t be needing lube...it might sound crude, but really, I just wanted to get home and get off.

But then it hit me.

How the hell do you masturbate when you share a room??

Not that it’s any of anyone’s business, but I’ve always been a late-night masturbator. I use it to get to sleep, you know? This desire for a mid-afternoon ‘solo session’ was just because H had got me so worked up that morning.

But with me and Steph sharing the same living quarters...that was going to be a problem. Sexless freak that she is, it’s not like we could just talk about it. She’d probs be freaked out by the whole idea, and even though we’re not super close, I still want to be able to look her in the eyes, y’know?

So yeah. I got home, went straight into my room, and when Steph followed me in and started setting up her desk, just stood there awkwardly for a few seconds, not sure what to do. I couldn’t just kick her out and lock the door, so I waited for a few minutes and then finally decided to do something I’ve never done before...get myself off in the bathroom.

On paper, it made perfect sense – no one’s going to walk in on you or listen to the door (tho I wouldn’t put anything past my pervert freak of a brother. Fortunately he hadn’t come home with us—probs hanging out again with that little slut our maid popped out) and when you’re done, you can jump in the shower and wash off the shame. It seemed like a good idea.

My mind was a little foggy, honestly – you know when you’re so turned on you can’t think straight? Yeah, six straight hours of fantasizing had done that to me, and I wanted to get it over before Robbie got home, so after waiting a few minutes to make sure that Steph wasn’t going to stop putting furniture together and go on a long hike, I sucked it up and went to the bathroom.

After all that build-up, you’re probably waiting for me to talk about how it was the most amazing orgasm of my life, right? Well, I hate to disappoint, but I couldn’t cum. Not at all. Don’t get me wrong – I’ve been doing this for a few years now – I know my own junk!

But no matter what I did, I couldn’t get myself off. It was so frustrating – shutting my eyes still brought the images to mind, and I could practically feel H’s breath on my neck...but even as I got more and more worked up...

Nothing.

I must have sat on the bathroom floor for more than an hour playing with myself, tweaking my nipples and rubbing all my sweet spots, but – maybe because I’m not used to doing it in the bathroom? – I eventually had to stop, unfulfilled. As soon as I gave up, I heard the front door, and knew that Robbie or Dad were home. I didn’t even bother taking a shower (no shame to clean off, lol) but just went back into the hall, just in time to see Dad pulling Mom by the hand into their bedroom, and slamming the door behind them.

Ew. Ew ew and double triple ew with more ew on top. So gross.

Still, at least someone in the house was getting off, hey?

Ew.

* * *

When I woke up the next morning, I immediately noticed two things:

Firstly, the smell of bacon and eggs. I couldn’t help a huge grin from coming over my face. That kind of delicious meal only meant one thing – H was back! He hadn’t been around for dinner last night, though there’d been an incredible meal left in the fridge for us. Mac and cheese – you’d think there’s a limit to how good mac and cheese can get, right? Well, H (as he again signed the note) managed to blow past that limit, and somehow make it one of the best meals I’ve ever tasted.

So yeah, the smell of bacon and eggs was pretty exciting.

The other thing I noticed? After three years of chestal stability, my tits had started growing again.

What the fuck, right?

On one hand, it was a bit annoying – it meant I’d have to go and buy new bras and all that, but on the other hand...

Well, it was a little bit exciting. I’ve never been unhappy with what nature gave me, but I certainly wasn’t going to complain about an upgrade! And it wasn’t like it was a small change that could be explained by time of the month stuff. No, from the feel of them, this was a whole cup size or two. Overnight, no less!

Bouncing out of bed (more so than usual haha) I was amazed to find Steph standing in front of the mirror, staring at herself in shock. In an attempt to block out the sound of our parents boinking, Steph and I had spent most of last night setting up our room, and so now it was full of all our old stuff from Boston, minus our beds. Instead of a queen-size each, we were now sharing a set of bunk beds.

I’d taken the top bunk...mainly in the hope that once Steph went to sleep, I could try again, but after dinner I’d been so tired I’d just drifted straight off.

So yeah, climbing down the ladder, I was met with the sight of Steph, topless, standing in front of the mirror.

Like I said, my sis is a bit of a prude. I guess I always figured she thought the naked form was dirty, or something like that, so it was a bit of a shock to find her wearing anything less than the eighteen layers she normally wears. She was just checking herself out, with someone else in the room.

And then I saw what she was checking out...

I thought my tits had gotten bigger, but Steph’s had practically doubled! No, more than that – not that I can exactly compare with exactly what it was before, of course. Where I was proud of my new C or D-cups, it looked like Steph’s were double Ds or Es!

They looked so, so huge on her tiny frame, and I couldn’t help but gawk. She caught me staring, and when she turned, my attention drawn to her face—it was burning red with embarrassment, but that’s not the first thing I noticed—she was crying, big wet tears.

Me and Steph have our differences, of course, but I’m not the kind of sis to just let her sob like that, so I reached out and pulled her in for a hug.

Good god was THAT a bad idea. See, it turned out that as well as growing in size, my tits had somehow become way, WAY more sensitive. Even through the pajama top I was wearing, the contact of my sister’s hug seemed to set my chest on fire...in a good way!

I gasped in a combination of shock and pleasure, and Steph did the same. I know it’s sick, but a part of me has always wondered – frozen, asexual ice maiden that she seems to be sometimes, does my twin have the same sensitivities as I do, the same sweet spots that leave me whimpering in pleasure? I mean, I’ve always loved having my nipples played with, and – just once or twice, just out of idle curiosity (nothing gross, I swear!) – I’ve sometimes wondered if Steph was the same way.

Well, it looked like my questions were answered—she pushed me away in shock, and as she turned away, I saw her shoulders begin to heave in small, silent sobs.

I wanted to be there for her – of course I did – but I knew that anything I did now would cause more harm than help, so I just quietly left the room.

The fog had come back. When Steph’s tits had touched my own, all the pent-up arousal that I hadn’t been able to get rid of last night came back in full force, and...well, this next bit is weird. When I saw Robbie coming down the hall, I – you’re not going to believe this.

I arched my back.

Just for a second, before I realized what I was doing. It was like my brain was on autopilot, and I didn’t even care that it was my stupid brother—I just wanted to show off my tits. Ew! It was Robbie, for fuck’s sake – I tried to hunch, to hide my new assets as much as possible, but it was too late.

“Wow!” he said, his eyes almost bulging out of his head as a huge grin started to cross his face. “Melody...what the hell!?”

Before I could say a word, our bedroom door burst open, and Steph – wearing a shirt, mercifully – stepped out, her eyes still red, her cheeks still stained with the tracks of fresh tears.

“You TOLD him?” she asked, looking at me in shock. “What’s wrong with you, Melody?”

“No!” I said, but I was again interrupted.

“Holy SHIT!” Robbie yelled gleefully. “Looks like the Big Tit Fairy came and visited you two last night!”

Cackling with laughter, Robbie made his way down the hallway, practically dancing with glee, leaving Steph and I shaking with tears and rage. (her tears, me rage)

There was a long pause before Steph spoke.

“I’m sorry,” she said, looking me in the eyes. “I just...I just thought...”

“It’s fine,” I said. I was still mad –I wanted to yell at her and tell her that she was a self-absorbed brat who had been so preoccupied with her own developments that she hadn’t even noticed mine...but I knew that I was more mad at Robbie than her, and so I held my tongue. “Let’s go down for breakfast, hey?”

My anger disappeared the second I laid eyes on H. He was pouring a cup of coffee for my Mom, but still took the time to throw me a wink. A wink—that shouldn’t be enough to make your knees buckle, right? Well, you’ve clearly never been winked at by a stud like H.

I grinned in response, probably looking like an idiot, and sat down to eat the more-than-generous portion of food that he served up for me.

Mom and Dad were chatting about their first days at work, Mom’s new boss Marcus, stuff like that. I wasn’t really listening – my eyes were on H, and so when he made a subtle gesture to meet him around the back, I didn’t hesitate.

“I’ll be right back,” I said quietly, and just got a grunt back from Dad. Mom was raving about Marcus – Marcus, Marcus, Marcus, holy crap, she wouldn’t stop talking about him! – and I could tell Dad didn’t like how many positive things she seemed to have to say about him.

Ten seconds later, H and I were necking at the back of the house. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was – especially when H reached up and grabbed my new, ultra-sensitive tits. I swear, I almost creamed my pajama pants – if he’d asked, I would have bent over right there and let him take my cherry right on the spot.

He didn’t (which, in retrospect, was probably a good thing...but at the time I was a little disappointed!) but when my hands started unzipping his pants, he didn’t make a single move to stop me.

I was a little bit scared and a LOT excited by the size of H’s package—I seriously couldn’t believe the size of it. I’ve not been with many guys, but I thought I’d seen a bit of a range when it came to dicks.

Turns out there’s a whole other, um, scale I didn’t know about – H’s cock was about three times as big as I’ve ever seen before. Hell, it was twice as big as I was expecting, and from what I’d felt through his trousers before, I’d already been expecting something pretty impressive.

H’s massive dick was seriously about the length of my forearm, and almost as thick, too. A huge vein pulsated along one side of it—he was circumcised, and the head of his cock was an angry purple. I just stared at it, entranced—it was pulsing, and the pee-hole looked like it was staring at me.

Honestly, I think it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life.

H used those big, meaty hands of his and pushed me to my knees, so I was at eye-level with...the thing. The beast.

Yummy.

I didn’t need any persuading at all—I immediately leaned forward and tried to fit his monster of a cock into my mouth.

I’ve gone down on guys before, but Jesus! It was almost impossible to even wrap my lips around the head. He immediately started slowly thrusting his shaft into my mouth, the fat mushroom head of his prick pushing insistently against my tonsils...and my eyes widened as I realized I hadn’t even gotten a third of his length between my lips!

Holy shit, I thought dizzily, how am I going to do this?

Quickly, my head began bobbing up and down his length. I stroked the base of his cock with my hand as I sucked him, still surprised –and excited!—by how huge it was. I started to look up at him, expecting to see a big, happy smile on his face...but as I did, I was surprised to feel him pull his huge dick out of my mouth, and even more surprised to see this puzzled expression on his rugged, handsome face.

“Wait...that’s it?” H said. He cocked his head as he looked down at me, raising an eyebrow with this sad look...no, not sad. Pitying. And disappointed.

I felt my heart sinking inside my ample chest.

H didn’t like it.

H didn’t like me.

Hhhgggmmmkkk...what?” I asked, as I pulled my mouth off his monster dick. I could feel my cheeks start to burn red from embarrassment as I heard the mild disappointment in his voice, even as I kept stroking his length with my hand. “Am I, uh...am I doing something wrong?”

“Oh, no,” H replied, “nothing wrong. There is no such a thing as a bad blowjob, babe.” He chuckled softly, as the deck lights behind the house began to flicker even more than usual. “It’s just...I dunno, Melody. You’re so beautiful, so special. Different from all other girls I usually meet. I wasn’t expecting something so...ordinary. Not from someone as cool as you.”

In hindsight, I suppose I should’ve been offended. I mean, I can see how somebody basically saying I thought you’d be a lot better at sucking cock could be interpreted as wow, I thought you were a cocksucking, cum-guzzling slut. But I knew that wasn’t what he meant – of course it wasn’t! He just wanted more from me.

Except I really didn’t know what “more” was.

“I, um, don’t know what you mean,” I said uneasily, even as I felt my face starting to turn red with embarrassment. “I thought this was, uh, what you wanted, y’know, for me to suck your –”

“Well, of course that’s what I want,” H said with a laugh. “Sucking cock. But that’s all you’re doing, just...sucking it.” “A good blowjob – a great blowjob – it’s art. It takes skill. And if you learn the art of cocksucking, how to really please a lover...”

H’s voice trailed off as he flashed that sexy grin of his at me.

I thought I’d melt. Or cum on the spot.

“Oh, uh...o-okay,” I said, smiling nervously back at H. “Teach me, then. I-I w-want to p-please you ... please.” I didn’t know what was shaking more, my voice or my hands. And the heat between my legs was more of a raging wildfire, burning with such a deliciously naughty intensity...it was about all I could do to keep from stripping naked right then and there and spread my legs for H, and beg him to fuck me.

But somehow, I knew H wouldn’t do it. I don’t know why, but I knew for sure.

Not until I showed him that I could properly please him first.

“You have such a lovely tongue, sweet stuff,” H said softly. “Use it.” He reached down, caressing my cheek with just his finger, sending a wicked shudder of delight down my spine as the lights around us flickered more rapidly. “Roll it around, just the head. Run the tip of that pretty pink tongue around the rim...ahhhhh. Beautiful.”

Eagerly, I did exactly as he said. And when I fluttered the tip of my tongue lightly over his piss slit, he let out a low moan of ecstasy that made my toes curl with utter delight. Slowly, I pulled my mouth off the fat tip of his dick, making a gentle popping sound as my lips slid away from it...and then I tenderly began kissing it, swirling it around wetly as I did so.”

“Very nice,” H murmured. “Now, kiss your way down the shaft...start at the tip, then...that’s right. Nice and slow. Don’t forget to use your hand, too. Down a little more...and suck my balls. Nice and gentle...good girl. Keep using your hand.”

Nodding, I kissed and sucked my way down the length of his manhood, bathing his shaft in my saliva as I obeyed his instructions. I smiled as I made him groan as I tickled his balls lightly with my fingertips...I knew I was pleasing him properly. Good, I thought, as dipped my head under his legs to take one of his balls in my sucking mouth, then the other , slurping on them noisily and savoring the sweaty, tangy taste of them. They were almost the size of baseballs, but after a brief struggle, I managed to get them in my mouth.

“See! You’re not so bad a student after all,” H said pleasantly. He stroked my hair tenderly as I sucked his balls, gently jerking off his cock as my mouth played with him “The boys at school...they’ll love you for this, if they don’t already.”

I don’t give a shit about the boys, I thought, I just want you...to suck you, and fuck you, and make all your filthy, perverted dreams come true...but I didn’t say any of that, even though I wanted to. Instead, I nodded obediently, like I thought he’d want me to – like a good little slut – and took his whole scrotum in my mouth, my cheeks hollowing gently as I sucked both his balls at the same time. As I slobbered over the base of his cock, I ran my thumb around the rim of his cockhead, feeling all the slick, clear precum that was dribbling onto my hand...and then I began kissing my way back up his shaft, so I could take his full length in my mouth once more.

“Spit on my dick,” H said encouragingly, as I worked my way up his manhood. “That’s it, don’t be shy. Men love a girl who’s dirty, who isn’t afraid to act like a whore.”

The lights in the backyard flared up brightly for a moment, and flickered rapidly. Without any hesitation, I spit messily on his shaft, like a good little whore, and grinned up at H as I stroked the full length of his huge erection with my small hand. I continued to kiss his big dick, but more sloppily than before, really slathering my tongue wetly over his shaft. As I reached the top of his cock, I licked the underside of its head, and then spit on his prick once more before taking him into my soft, eager mouth.

“Relax your throat,” H said, as my head started bobbing enthusiastically up and down on his long, hard prick again. “Hands behind your back now, love. Just your mouth now. Nice and sloppy, with lots of drool. And look up at me with those pretty eyes of yours while you suck my cock.”

Happily, I clasped my hands behind my back. I started working my lips down more and more of H’s mammoth cock, coughing and spluttering and gagging slightly at first, as thick strings of my drool dripped from my lips and bathed his prick. Slowly, though, I started to get the hang of it...and to my surprise, I was about to take more of H’s scrumptious dick between my lips, letting the big head of his cock push further and further down my eager throat.

“That looks so good, my cock between your lips,” H murmured. He ran his fingers through my hair as I sucked him, gently but firmly gripping the sides of my enthusiastically bobbing head. “I love these special assignments...mmmmmm.”

I didn’t really know what the fuck H was talking about, but I didn’t really care, so it didn’t matter. What mattered was the blissful, pleased expression on his face as I sucked his dick. As more of his prick disappeared between my lips, I had to admit that even I was impressed by how much of it I could take...and considering his thrusts in and out of my mouth started to get faster and more urgent, I guess H was impressed, too!

I’d managed to relax my throat enough to let him get about two-thirds of H’s massive anaconda of a cock in my mouth when I heard him start to grunt excitedly. I felt his grip on my hair tighten slightly, his strokes in and out of my hot little mouth quickening in pace...and then the thrusting abruptly stopped, as I could feel H’s whole body suddenly tense up.

“Now, swallow my cum, you naughty slut,” H hissed at me...and then I felt his cock pulsing against my tongue, as his hot, creamy jizz erupted into my wet mouth. My eyes grew wide with surprise, and my cheeks bulged out wide as I desperately tried to do as he asked...but it was like a garden hose had been turned on at full blast inside my mouth. Spurt after giant spurt of semen gushed everywhere, and my mouth worked feverishly to drink up the flood that was filling it...but as much as I swallowed, I couldn’t nearly get it all. Cum ran out of the corners of my mouth, and down my lips to my chin and my slender throat...and onto the deck as well. Somehow, it managed to keep off of my pajamas, which I guess was a good thing – otherwise I’d have a bit of explaining to do when I went back inside.

Wow, I thought, even as H’s cum dribbled down my face, he tastes delicious. I’d only been with one boy before – and they’d all been boys, in comparison to the man H was! – who’d asked me to swallow before, and while I didn’t hate the salty, slightly bitter taste of his sperm, I didn’t exactly love it, either. This time, though...it tasted so good. It was like sweet nectar...no, fuck that, it was way fucking better than that. It was heavenly.

Greedily, I swallowed every last drop that I could, and wished that there was more.

With a loud, contented sigh, H finally stopped cumming, and – reluctantly – pulled his softening prick out of my mouth, playfully slapping it against my cum-drenched face a few times before taking a few steps back away from me. He didn’t say anything. Instead, those gorgeous eyes of his just silently roamed up and down my shivering body as I knelt in front of him, like he was just drinking in the sight of me.

“Was...was that okay?” I asked nervously. Absently, I wiped some of the sticky semen that was still dripping from my chin away with the back of my hand. I didn’t even notice that I licked my fingers clean. “I did everything you said, and I’ll get better at deepthroating you, I swear –”

“Oh, it was more than okay, my sweet,” H interrupted. He smiled tenderly at me, the lights flickering again as he gently squeezed my shoulder. “Very good...very, very good, in fact. And you’ll get even better with practice, I think.”

“Practice...?” I asked. My eyes shined with shameless excitement as I stood up, my heart racing inside my chest. “You mean...?”

“Tomorrow morning,” H said simply. “Before breakfast. I’ll have an extra-special yummy treat for you, my sweet.” He leaned in close to me, and I eagerly closed my eyes, awaiting the brush of his lips against mine as I got the kiss I’d been dreaming about...and then I felt a wet wipe patiently dabbing at my face, wiping my cheeks and chin clean of the gooey cum that was splattered messily all over them.

I let out a wistful sigh. Apparently, H didn’t think his own sperm was as tasty as I did. Still, I was kind of glad he was cleaning instead of kissing – I was so head-over-heels excited about being with him, I probably would’ve walked right back into the house with a total faceful of jizz if he hadn’t!

“Now, go,” H continued. “Before your parents say anything. And remember – breakfast.” He kissed me lightly on the top of my head, which wasn’t quite what I had wanted...but it still sent the most deliciously naughty tingle shooting through my whole body. He gave me a playful slap on my bottom, making me giggle, and as I skipped back into the house, practically delirious with delight, I saw him casually tucking away that big, beautiful cock of his as he pulled up his trousers.

Quickly, I scooted back to the dining room, hoping nobody noticed the huge, damp puddle of my own naughty juices that was completely staining the crotch of my pajama pants. Robbie wasn’t there – thank goodness, because he sure as fuck would’ve noticed – he’d apparently excused himself, and had probably snuck off next door again to fuck that skanky tramp Jasmine. Mom was still blah blah blahing about her super-wonderful boss Marcus, Dad was still sitting at the table slouched in his chair, scowling and looking like he’d rather stab a fork in his eye than listen to one more word about Mom’s boss. And Steph was still there, looking miserable as she gently cupped her huge tits in her small hands, bouncing them around as she kept biting her lip and staring off into space.

As for me?

I sat down at the table with a naughty smile on my face, already daydreaming about H as I squirmed in my chair, thinking about how I could suck his huge dick even better next time, and make him even happier ... and about how absolutely mind-blowing amazing it was gonna be when he finally stuck that monster cock of his in my tight virgin pussy and fucked me for the first time.

God, I couldn’t wait.

I was so, so deliriously happy that we’d moved to Independence Falls.