Chapter 2

The next day, I felt great! But I had to go to school. That day was the worst of my life. By comparison, the next night made it seem casual.

Unlike most Americans, my mother isn't a coward. She knows the lives of her children are more likely to be ended by a garbage truck slamming into our Japanese roller skate while driving us to school than by a stranger kidnapping us while we walked to it.

"A right punishment for them, if one did." She claimed, pinching my side. We walked to school. Lynn and Shelley's primary school was only ten blocks away. Rodney and I walked together across three main streets and two back alleys to get to high school. I was a proud freshman. Rodney was a far less proud Junior, but he did enjoy the girls, and they enjoyed him. Whenever any should happen to cross our path, I became a ghost. 'Lousy chicks', I thought while walking four paces behind my popular brother.

This day, my first outside of quarantine, the air was particularly clear, the sun exceptionally bright, and the girls had reached a new high state of undress for the summer season.

"Oooo, Rod that's sooo fascinating!" Ursula gushed. She was the first to latch on to my brother. He amazed her with his knowledge of sports cars.

"Tell us about the kind of engine you like." Sabrina spoke softly, right next to his ear. "Is it a big engine, with lots of horse power?" She hung on to his right arm as if she'd blow away in the wind if she let go. She was anorexic enough to support that theory.

Ursula wouldn't be beat. "If you bring the engine, I'll bring the leather for your seat." She breathed hotly. Her chest was so big you could only tell she was breathing by the vapor that steamed out her ears.

Yep, the girls were in perfect form. I grimaced and casually tried to position my hard-on to a more comfortable angle.

"Eewe!" Ursula noticed me. She pouted and flung her long hair to block me from her sight.

Girls my age wouldn't give me the time of day. I wasn't bad looking, but I was definitely shy. My brother was many a freshman girl's idol, and I was his unseen shadow. To give the big guy credit, he had a steady girlfriend, and he was faithful.

Wendy laughed every time she saw the arm candy who tried to score her sweetshop. She was always waiting for him at the top of the school's front steps.

"Lose the ho's my dearest darling, or I'll eat them for lunch."

"Bitch!" Ursula and Sabrina spit quietly in unison. It was their usual cue to attempt their undermining another day. This day, as I have warned, was to be cut from a new bolt of cloth.

Ursula suddenly grabbed my brother's hand and literally shoved it up under her tank top. "Do you like my surprise, honey? Today I'm going to show you don't have to settle for witch's tits." She tried to force his hand to rub her covered but not hidden nipples.

Sabrina too was strangely smitten. She crawled like an express snail up Rodney's hips and gripped his torso with her scrawny legs. If her cunt had been bared it might have chewed right through his jeans.

"Fuck that, honey. Limber pussy is what you really need."

Rod, rarely at a loss for words, found himself in the center of a wilderness of unfamiliar territory.

Wendy moved first, to rescue him. She was nearly as aghast as he. If she were all cat, she couldn't have pounced more sinuously. Her hands proceeded to bitch slap the two freshmen before they could blink. I half expected a full cat-fight with my poor brother clawed to pieces between them, but nothing so fantasy-fulfilling could have happened that day. For Wendy suddenly paused. The other girls were still caught off their guards.

Rodney tried to speak first. "Hey, hey. None of this makes any sen..."

Wendy's eyes had grown very large. She wrapped her arms around my brother and kissed him passionately on the lips. The other two didn't seem to register the total redness on their cheeks. They clutched their intended booty with equal desire.

About one hundred students turned to witness the first four-way of fully clothed sex, never imagined. Three women, right before my very eyes were hunching and rubbing their privates all over my brother. Rodney tried to politely extract himself from the grip of three blatant competitors. He was as successful as a fly in a pitcher plant.

I was so embarrassed - my cock pushed my trousers out like a divining rod aimed directly at the source of it's origin. Nobody noticed me. Fortunately, Miss Helen Hargrove didn't either.

"What on earth?... and on school grounds, even!" She hollered as only a harpy of her age and ugliness could. Shrill trills temporarily broke the strange spell enveloping the central scene. "Children, cease that foulness, IMMEDIATELY!!"

She stood her ground, six steps up and one yard beneath Glen Loch High School's stone edifice.

Lewd movements hesitated. Rodney found his escape, and he leaped for clear ground. The girls were obviously torn. They acted like a rat trio discovered in the nest of a hawk. It might catch only one or two of them if they scattered.

Vice Principal Hargrove was an outcast peahen defending her pride from a harem of younger hens. Her reputation as a hard ass was more important than her charges' futures.

"I'll expel the lot of you! Follow me this instant!" She huffed and turned to walk inside, fully expecting her four prisoners to join behind.

Unknown to me, I had been hedging my position farther and farther from the center of attention, directly away from Miss Hardass. Once more, a shift occurred in the faces of the three teenage girls. True horror gripped them. They were suddenly meek and tearful. They began their assent to certain hell. Rodney noticed the change and after looking at me with both stymied and reassuring expressions, he trailed behind his recent assailants. I didn't see him again for the rest of the day. My cock finally found some rest, at least until my third period class.

Holly Winters was my one stumbling block to fame and fortune. She sat ahead of me in our history class. She was stunning. Holly was smart, beautiful, outgoing, as popular as myself, and above all hated me with a passion. When I wasn't dreaming about her body, I was neurotically imagining what terror she would next visit upon me.