Chapter 5

I awoke the next morning with a bit of a hangover ... and not at all alone. I was in bed ... with Mom? And Rania, too, it seemed. I had to wonder if I had plowed them, and judging from the way that they had dried cum on their thighs, well, I had done something now, hadn’t I? That was when Dawn and Noelle emerged from the same bedroom, having been intimate ... and Julie from the master boudoir with Dad ... and Coach Venizelos!

“What the actual fuck? Did we do some kind of ... you know, incest stuff? Some kind of drunken orgy?” I blurted now, as Mom arose groggily and pulled Rania up with her.

“Gee, you think? Look, honey, we were all a bit hammered ... and high, after Aletheia broke out the weed, I might add. I imagine that Dawn’s parents are none the wiser, even if they don’t like that she’s hanging out with Julie so much. It’s not as if they know anything about you, other than being Julie’s brother, and they assume that there are plenty of adults around to supervise,” Mom reassured me.

“Well, that part’s true enough, ain’t it, babe?” Rania giggled like a schoolgirl or something.

“That’s my little Arab princess!” Mom pulled her closer for a kiss right in front of me, even as I dashed to the john to relieve myself.

“Sorry, can’t do it that way, kid, not with me on the pot ... you’ll just have to use my mouth!” the coach stunned me again by taking me between her lips and practically forcing me to piss down her throat.

“Holy smokes, girl, did you just let my brother pee in your mouth?” Julie reacted with utter astonishment.

“Well, it’s more like I MADE him do that in this case, but at least he now knows that I will LET him do so in the future, right, studmuffin? That goes for each of you, in fact. You need to piss, I’ll open wide and take it all down my gullet ... at least once. Number one only, though. Golden showers yes ... no other gross stuff, okay?” Aletheia winked at my stepsister.

I, for my part, washed my hands and noted the omission of the “step” part when Julie referred to me as her “brother.” What was that all about it, anyway? I supposed that I would find out in time, but it was intriguing, to say the least. What a weird ass day yesterday proved to be! I wasn’t sure why I wasn’t bullied yesterday, and then it struck me. Yesterday was about access to Julie. Sexual access, that is.

Today, however, by now, word would get around that there was a new cock of the walk. I was just as scrawny and nerdy as ever, but now challenged them at the most basic level: that of their manhoods. I was especially bound to threaten any guys with undersized privates, some of which were now known throughout the campus due to the Program. If some jock had very big muscles, but not much dick ... yeah, that would hit him right where it hurt.

That, in turn, gave me cause for fear. I was kinda caught up in the whole euphoria and wonder yesterday, due to the heady wine of being the new school stud. Now came the sobering fact that bullies didn’t become less of bullies because you intimidated them sexually ... quite the opposite, in fact. Today, I could expect to be hazed and hassled even worse than ever. Today, I could also expect them ... and some girls, to take it out on Julie. Hell, some female bullies might even pick on me. To say that I didn’t relish such a prospect was to understate things considerably.

It started out okay overall, even if Miguel Dominguez was there visiting Fabia at her homeroom and staring at me like I was Casanova or something. I really wanted to punch him right then. The woman was just trying to do her job, I was trying to steel myself for another day as a naked student ... there was no need for such extreme jealousy, right? Right?

Fabia noticed the death glare that I gave her husband, and as soon as he left the room, she called me over to her desk. She wrote me a note, of all things, very old-school of her, and what she told me was truly mind-blowing. She had accidentally cheated on him once, while a bit drunk at her bachelorette party. With one of her bridesmaids, no less! She had confessed rather tearfully the next morning and begged him to go through with the wedding, but now she partly regretted that because he kept hounding her about it.

“Look, I’m not saying that it’s right to cheat on him ... or for him to be quite so jealous ... He needs to either take you back and forgive you or dump you, instead of living like a parole officer ... but I think that you need to both hash it out. You really should have postponed the nuptials, too. A wedding doesn’t magically solve your problems and it creates even more difficulties in some ways. Talk to each other ... plainly, don’t just guess, okay?” Julie offered some real wisdom now, girl-to-girl, as she joined us.

“I’m your Spanish teacher ... and homeroom. I’m supposed to teach you guys things!” Fabia griped on her next note, though this year neither of us had Spanish ... we did the previous two years, under her, of course.

“We all can learn things, Fabia. We all can teach something as well,” I dared to use her given name rather than “Mrs. Dominguez,” just as the bell rang and we departed.

That was when a big right hook smashed into my face, knocking out a couple of my teeth and jarring a few more. I fell to the floor and awoke only an hour later ... in the school clinic. Raquel Ortiz, the brand new school nurse, looked at me as if I were a T-bone steak or something like that. She then winked at me and handed me some aspirin and a bottle of water to swallow it. Her daughter Vanessa was one of my classmates, and here she was, flirting with me!

“I see that you got decked pretty badly, didn’t you, hon? You missed the entire first period and probably part of your second. Luckily, your own mother teaches your second class and we had a talk with Coach Hammersley about the first one. He left some homework for you to do, but otherwise, you’ll be fine. I know that he doesn’t like you ... but he does like me, so that helps! And by like, I mean that he wants to separate me from my panties. Little does he know I don’t wear any. Ever,” Nurse Ortiz snickered as she pulled me closer for a kiss straight to my lips.

My boner made it clear that any protests on my part would be dismissed, of course, as weak and unbelievable. Before I knew it, the geeky, Venezuelan school nurse had my cock halfway down her throat, even as I swallowed the pills that she gave me. Her dirty blonde locks looked very shiny with sweat as they matted to her face and she took me deeper down her gullet. Two Latinas, no three if one counted Vanessa, made me stiffer than ever as Raquel Ortiz blew me.

“Who hit me?” I asked now, but Raquel wagged her finger and stopped sucking for just a moment.

“Sorry, I can’t tell you yet. We’re trying to have actual school discipline applied here, not your own adolescent version of vigilante justice. They’re probably going to be expelled, okay? That will likely mean repeating the senior year as well. Summer school at the very least, alright? That should be punishment for both them and their parents for not teaching their brat a little better than that,” Raquel insisted before she climbed aboard me and started riding me like a bronco.