Chapter 72: Tuesday, Oct. 23

Kacie was not happy when the alarm went off at 6 a.m. and demanded I turn the damn thing off. That would have been easier to do had I not had to crawl over her. If she was going to insist on sleeping with me, she might want to take the side away from the alarm clock.

It also didn’t help that she just laid there with me between her thighs, her nightgown riding up, as I reached to hit the button. She wrapped me in a hug as I tried to get off her. My dick was poking out of the fly of my boxers. When she hunched up against me, I felt fur.

The little minx hadn’t worn panties to bed! Hadn’t her mother ever warned her what could happen to little girls who put themselves in such a position?

My dick certainly knew and was rapidly rising to the occasion. Kacie whimpered and hunched a little harder. I’m not sure she was really awake at the moment. I couldn’t help but think how similar the situation was to our first time together back in May. At least I was fully awake for this one.

My sister tilted her hips and thrust upward again, coating me with her moisture but failing to get me inside. I reached down and put myself into position, easily achieving entry on her next thrust.

Kacie reached up and pulled me in for a steamy kiss as I eased back and forth in her sheath. I don’t know if it was my dick or my morning mouth that roused her, but her eyes snapped open in alarm.

“What are you doing?” she hissed as I pulled back again.

“You started it,” I groaned, pushing deep.

Whatever protest Kacie was about to make died unspoken as a little tremor swept through her. She cut off the accompanying moan by pulling me back in for another kiss as her hips went to work. I guess she figured we were already this far along, may as well see it to completion.

The way she squeezed with her internal muscles was something I didn’t realize I’d been missing. Sex with my other ladies was nothing to complain about, but my sister seemed to be a notch above the other high school girls, even Erin Aguilar. The way Kacie could control her contractions, almost as well as Arlene and Jan, combined with her youthful tightness was simply divine.

We ramped things up, causing the boxspring to squeak as hips flexed at little harder. Another flutter on her part had my balls tingling and we really started going at it. Somehow, we managed to maintain the kiss as the moment arrived. Kacie squealed into my mouth as she wrapped me tight and began shaking. I grunted into hers as I pushed deep and let loose.

We were panting heavily as I extracted myself and rolled out of bed. At least I remembered to put my feet on the floor before trying to stand.

“You’d better go shower,” I said, extending a hand to help her up. “I’ve got to go get my running in. I’ll just shower at the fieldhouse. Go get ‘em at contest.”

My sister grabbed one last smooch and held her nightie above her waist as she hurried for the bathroom, my come starting to leak down her thighs. The sight of her naked butt twitching as she walked away almost made me go join her. I should have at least brushed my teeth and taken a leak. Instead, I dressed in workout clothes and running shoes, put my school clothes in my little gym bag and packed up what was hanging out of my backpack.

With everything loaded, I headed out. I turned toward the back door and took a step before realizing I was parked out front. Reversing course, I made it out the front door before Mom could notice me. I didn’t need her getting too close right now.

I just dumped my stuff in the passenger seat and cranked up. The dashboard clock showed it was a little after 6:30, which should give me enough time to get the gassers in, shower and hit the caf for some food. The folly of my actions became apparent as I headed straight to the practice field upon my arrival at school. My legs were absolutely dead. This was not going to be fun.

The freshman coaches were still getting things set up for their practice as I began. I usually tried to average 30 seconds per gasser in these situations. This morning, I was lucky if I was averaging 45. Good thing I started early. Trying to keep an accurate count was also difficult, but I think I’d done this often enough over the last 10 weeks or so that my body recognized when I hit 50.

I ran five more just to cover my ass. By the end, my legs were rubbery and I was more than sweaty enough to hide any lingering scent of sex.

“Get ‘em all, Robinson?” Coach Tucker asked as I staggered past him to get my bags out of the car.

“I think so,” I panted. “If not, I’ll run another 10 after practice just to make sure.”

“Well, don’t overdo it,” he said. “Just make sure you have 50 by Thursday. Go get your shower and get to class.”

“Yes, sir,” I said and continued on my way.

My bladder was screaming at me when I made it to the locker room. I was barely able to reach the row of urinals before losing control. I should have brought an extra pair of boxers.

The shower wasn’t as refreshing as I’d hoped, but I at least got clean enough to attend class. My dick and balls required as good a scrubbing as the rest of me. They felt a little crusty. I should have at least used a wet washrag on them before I left the house.

I finally got around to opening the packaging on the comb I’d bought way back on the first day of school. I probably should have done that last week, but I hadn’t showered here until Thursday and the agency folks had dealt with my hair all week. No one mentioned my hair at study hall last night, so it must not have been too unruly.

I was still moving slow as I dressed for school. It wasn’t a matter of any soreness left over from last night’s practice. More one of fatigue after fucking Jan and Kacie before running something in the neighborhood of 50 gassers. One of these days, I’m going to learn to control myself. But what’s a guy to do when hot, willing women make themselves so plainly available?

Even if Kacie hadn’t been fully conscious this morning, she’d been more than ready physiologically. She must have been having one hell of a dream.

I headed to the cafeteria, grabbing a breakfast burrito and some milk. I realized I’d forgotten my pineapple juice, but I didn’t think I’d be getting any blowjobs today. I’d just have to drink some when I got home this evening.

There wasn’t anyone in line at the StuCo store, making me think I should get the tickets for the Halloween dance out of the way. I also needed to get something to brush my teeth with, maybe a little bottle of mouthwash.

One of the faculty sponsors waited on me and gladly informed me they had toothbrushes and travel-size toothpaste and mouthwash available. I made my selections and asked about tickets for the dance. It basically came out to $10 a head no matter how big the group. And for a modest fee, I could reserve a table for the entire group.

What the hell, I thought. I’m sure I could get one of the girls to pay up at the end of the night.

Instead of being given 15 tickets to keep track of and distribute, my name and the number in my party were entered on a list. We’d have to check in at a specific table Saturday.

Unlike other dances where they sold only single and couples tickets, Halloween expected there to be groups because so many kids went with some kind of theme for the costume contest. I remembered a couple of years ago that the cheerleaders had won by dressing up as football players while putting their dates — almost all football players — in cheerleader jumpers. At least the guys were allowed (or maybe ordered) to wear shorts instead of the little skirts, but they all had to carry pompons.

The teacher asked for the names of the other members of my party just in case any weren’t aware I was paying for the lot as well as our theme. I had no idea what the theme was and told him I’d have to get back to him on that.

As for the rest of the group, I tried to remember what Morgan told me last night. The eight girls — Kacie, Morgan, Bethany, Staci, Ny’Quesha, Elise, Sherry and Riley — Danny Pomeroy, Wil Hutchins, Benny Tanaka and their possible dates. Since Danny would allegedly be with Kacie, I had no idea who the rest could be.

I suppose Benny could bring his cousin again. I’m not sure Wil even knew any girls except Morgan.

Those girls better not be planning to slip in another girlfriend candidate I wasn’t aware of yet. Like Stephanie Tucker. Or worse, Kinsey or Kirsten. Someone’s tushy would wind up over my knee if that was the case.

I handed over my student ID to charge it all, which the faculty sponsor inserted into a little card reader. The man’s eyes widened when his computer beeped at him.

“You’ve got quite the balance due, young man,” he said, “almost at the $500 limit. You need to get that taken care of by the end of the month so we can balance our books. That must have been one heckuva mum, though. Your Homecoming date must have been very appreciative.”

“They were,” I smirked.

The StuCo girl who’d complained about how many mums I’d purchased jerked her head up from whatever she was doing and gave me a dirty look. I just ignored her. I needed to go brush my teeth.

With that to do and my Economics stuff in my backpack, I decided to wait until after my first class to hit my locker. I actually made it to my seat before the first bell, then waited for the rest of the class — including Mr. Cochran — to filter in.

The morning announcements included congratulations to the volleyball team for sweeping their first playoff match last night. The second round would be played at 7 p.m. Thursday at a neutral site less than an hour away. I should be able to attend if I didn’t have too much homework.

Roll was taken, homework graded and turned in and another lecture was delivered in monotone. It may have been the longest 45 minutes of my life as I struggled to stay awake.

I didn’t do a very good job of taking notes. I’d have to get with Chuck in study hall and copy his.

I did manage to make it to the bell without doing a faceplant on my desk. I needed a Coke or something to give me a caffeine jolt. Hell, I would’ve even drunk coffee at this point.

Fortunately, I was alert enough to remember I needed to hit my locker before going to Western Civ. I even thought to get the things I’d need for English. I went ahead and left Algebra II in the bag and added Chemistry on the off chance I didn’t get back here at lunch. This was Tuesday, after all, and I didn’t trust Mrs. Montero to take it easy on me just because she was no longer the top dog.

Then the bell rang, I headed to Mrs. Edwards’ room and took my seat, roll was taken and I struggled to stay awake through another class. I really shouldn’t have fucked Kacie before going off to run 5½ miles this morning.

Mrs. Edwards apparently took pity on me, never calling on me during the period. Either that or I was so out of it that I never responded if she did. I didn’t notice anyone laughing or throwing blackboard erasers at me, though.

Another bell rang. I trudged to a different classroom. Another teacher took roll. I tried to pay attention and failed. Again. Unlike Mrs. Edwards, Dr. Robinson seemed determined to involve me in the discussion.

“Is something wrong, Mr. Robinson?” she asked after my slowness in responding.

Her tone indicated I could expect Mom to take a strip out of my hide when I got home. Why did my female relatives feel so compelled to conspire against me like that?

“Just tired,” I mumbled. “I had to get up early and do some extra running this morning. Your potential brother-in-law was not happy that I got flagged for taunting Friday night.”

“Don’t get your hopes up too high,” she snorted. “They’ve only had a couple of dinner dates. What did you do that was considered taunting?”

“Recited the lyrics to a Willie Nelson song,” I said, “‘Funny How Time Slips Away,’ late in the fourth quarter. I probably would’ve been ejected if I’d gone with ‘The Party’s Over.’”

Some of my classmates snickered as my aunt’s lip twitched at that. She’d spent enough time around Grandpa to know those songs, too.

“Well, please try to pay attention,” she said. “I asked you what the importance of the witches was in setting up the rest of the story.”

“First is to determine if they were really witches,” I said, parroting a line from one of those websites she’d directed me to. “They never refer to themselves as witches or are ever called witches by any of the other characters. They are referred to as the ‘weird sisters,’ but some scholars believe the word was originally ‘wyrd,’ W-Y-R-D — fates, or spirits in other words. They weren’t considered to be of this earth.

“As for their importance, their prophecy for Macbeth convinced him he really could become king. He was of the royal line, though several spots down the list. Whether the prophecy inspired him to pursue the throne or merely reinforced ambitions he already harbored is open to interpretation. Were the weird sisters truly the reason or merely an excuse for Macbeth starting down the path he chose to take?”

“Anything else?” Dr. Robinson asked, hiding a smirk.

“They definitely were troublemakers,” I said, suppressing a grin at the memory of having been called that myself earlier in the semester, “establishing a sense of moral confusion. The line ‘Double, double toil and trouble,’ shows they were just looking to create strife among the mortals around them.”

“Very good,” she said, unleashing the smirk in full force. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’ve been coached on the material.”

“By a hall of famer,” I grinned, causing her to turn toward the board suddenly to hide her blush.

We only covered the first three scenes with most of the time being spent on the third one with the witches. We’d go over the rest of Act I with Lady Macbeth urging her husband to unalive King Duncan tomorrow. I hoped we’d pick up the pace. At this rate, it’d take us a good two weeks before we could even think of taking a test.

We’d definitely have to move faster with “Hamlet.” It was nearly twice as long.

At the bell, I loaded up my stuff and headed for the fieldhouse as fast as I could. That wasn’t very fast today, however. I was among the last to enter the locker room and the final one to get dressed and enter the weightroom. Even the guys who stopped to gawk at the story about us breaking into the top 10 got there ahead of me.

The workout was a typical Tuesday. I had another epiphany when I realized I shouldn’t have tried to knock out all 50 gassers this morning. Dead legs were not helpful on a lower-body day. Coach Bennett seemed to take great delight in haranguing me as I struggled through the exercises.