Chapter 9

“Kyle, are you okay? We got worried when you didn’t show up to class two days in a row,” Bree said.

My eyes flew wide open and my jaw nearly hit the floor. Steven nudged Bree and said, “She’s kidding. You only actually missed one day. Why didn’t you say anything when I came to talk to you last night?”

I shrugged my shoulders and when I didn’t say anything Bree asked, “Are you sick or something? I can go get you some chicken noodle soup and some Sprite.”

I shook my head and grabbed a notepad on my desk. I wrote down, “I’m fine, I just need to rest my voice for a few minutes. You can come in. I just need to get ready for the day.”

I didn’t realize how nervous I was around them until I was inside my bathroom. I was especially nervous around Bree. It most likely had something to do with that dream. Or it had something to do with the fact she seemed so concerned about me. I don’t know. I slipped into the rest of the suit. I was shocked when I put the suit on. Literally. I figured it had something to do with the new piece that was put into it. I’m just glad it was more of a good kind of shock. But it did cause me to jump and bump into the door.

“Kyle are you okay in there?” I wasn’t sure which one of them it was that asked. My ears were ringing a bit.

I quickly fastened the suit and turned everything on. I knocked on the door to let them know I was okay. I was going with that story I told them about needing to rest my voice. I quickly got ready for the day and nervously stood by the door for a minute or two. I wasn’t ready to see those two after the dream I had. I just knew I’d picture Bree with a dick. Just as I thought that the image started to fade in my mind and I laughed at how silly that idea was.

After one of them knocked I opened the door and said, “I don’t have any classes until the afternoon so are either of you available to hang out for a bit?”

They both looked unsure of themselves and Steven said, “We both have classes in about ten minutes.”

“Yeah. We actually just came to check on you.” Bree looked excited, “And I wanted to ask you about your Half-sister. Have you talked to her recently? I loved meeting her yesterday.”

Steven looked surprised and said, “Your sister was here yesterday?”

Bree looked really excited as she opened her phone and said, “She sure was and she’s a real cutie. She’s both our types.”

Steven froze when Bree showed him the picture. He then looked at me in shock.

At first, I worried that he had put it together that she and I were one and the same. But I quickly shrugged away that notion and said, “First I have to tell you she’s not my half-sister. She’s more like a Step-Sister. My Dad married her Mom. And second, both your types?”

“Sure. Steven here likes slim girls with slightly darker skin and long smooth hair. Although he usually likes girls with boobs about this size,” Bree cupped her breasts then continued, “And I like girls with similar builds and boys too. Well, I should say men. They both drive me crazy. Now if only I could meet someone that was both male and female.”

With her words and that look, she gave me nearly choked on the drink I had. I spoke up and said, “You mean like a hermaphrodite?”

She pretended to think about it and nodded in a really cute way and said, “Sure. I don’t see why not. It would be the best of both worlds. Just like m...” Steven cleared his throat she changed the subject. “Sorry Steven and I really should be going. I’ll see you later. I’ll be sending Kyla a message later. Oh and is she seeing anyone? Because I think I’d like to ask her out.”

Before I could say anything Steven rushed her out of my room after that question. After that, I kept away from the swimming pool for a couple weeks. But I did hang out with them. Each day I felt better about spending time with them. I started to feel silly about the fears I had because of that stupid dream. I also thought a lot about Bree saying she’d like to date me. It was my first day that I was finally somewhat adjusted to the new lifestyle that school gave me. I had plenty of plans to relax but I got sick. Not the way I was wanting to spend my day off. Later on, as I was beginning to feel better I was washing by my sink. I rubbed my clit and I was hit by the urge to masturbate. I thought back to the day I left for college. My mother handed me a nicely wrapped gift. She told me to open it when I was alone in my dorm. I had and it had been a vibrator. I’ve used it a couple times since then but only on the outside. I went to my safe next to my bed and got it out. I laid on my back and I debated on what to do next. Before I finally shoved it into my pussy for the first time I told myself I wouldn’t do this again until I was married. I was surprised by the lack of pain. I remember feeling my hymen just a month before. I quickly ran through all the times I’ve had sex since then. There were at least three times I had passed out. And one of them I remember my pussy had felt sore after.

The entire time I was on my way home I pictured what Carter would say. I pictured him denying it and I even pictured him telling me that he and my Mom had wanted children but couldn’t have any so they impregnated me without my knowledge. So many scenarios. When I saw Carter I tried not to sound worried but I’m sure I failed when I asked, “Did you ever penetrate my pussy when I was passed out during one of my treatments, and did you also cum inside me there? Please I need to know.”