Chapter 4

School was an escape route for Arrian. Thoran High School was an adequate school. It was a very nice campus, modern while still classic somehow.

The cluster of buildings were a pale gray color. The campus cafeteria stood out the most. It was a big blue building housing room for around 2500 students, in addition to faculty.

They had a brand new gym, fresh bleachers, new basketball backboards and rims. Along with that came the new wooded floors with their mascot decal on it: Max, The Bear. The new equipment came as a result of the basketball team's victory in the state finals.

Arrian made his way through the bundles of students walking down the hall. He made as little eye contact with anyone as possible. For him school was a place to think about other matters. His father was gone, he had come to the conclusion he desired his mother... sexually.

That last bit was perhaps the most troubling thing he had faced. Was there more? Oh, he had a magical sword that had bestowed many powers to him; maybe more he didn't realize yet.

Finally reaching his classroom, he walked in and took a his seat. The classroom was nothing extravagant, plain white walls, a white board for the teacher, desk grouped in a random matter. There were two reasons why Arrian loved this class; it wasn't the subject, that much was sure.

His teacher was simply beautiful. Ms. Masterson was a 26 year old teacher. She, had short wavy brown hair that stopped just below her shoulders, she had the nicest hazel honey eyes, and pale pink lips to go along. Her breast were a nice 32B, which fit her 5'0 frame perfectly. Her ass was, perfect for her; tight, not overly large nor small, simply perfect.

Today she was wearing a bright red blouse which was tucked into her black skirt. The package that was her was topped of with black high heels.

Arrian couldn't help keep his mind from wandering.

I bet she doesn't even weigh 105 pounds wet!

Still she is very beautiful, not better than mom, but still...

Arrian stopped himself. Where had that thought come from? It had been happening more and more lately, every female he checked out was eventually measured against his mother.

Arrian shook his head of the thoughts, then the second reason for loving this class walked in. Samantha Richards was a beauty that Arrian often imagined defiling.

She was 5'4 maybe 110 pounds, nice c-cup tits, apple bottom ass, and her legs were just a dream all their own. She had dirty blonde hair down to her lower back, her eyes were a nice soft brown, she had soft pale skin and her lips seems to be a slight darker shade than her face.

As she walked in, her smile and bright demeanor, brought a slight smile to Arrian as he looked away. Looking back he saw she had taken her seat two chairs in front of his own.

Arrian let out the breath he subconsciously had been holding. Looking around he sighed.

This is going to be one long class.

Across the campus, on the grass-field someone else was troubled with feelings of their own.

Kailynn sat on the grass in her gym clothes thinking about the person that had filled her mind for the past few weeks.

"Arrian" she sighed and blushed.

She played with the grass, oblivious to her surroundings. Hearing the warning bell before lunch, she got up and headed for the locker room. She opened her gray locker and began removing her gym clothes placing them in a plastic bag. She was looking in her locker when another girls voice rang out.

"Her brother is so fine!" the girl said to whomever she was talking to.

Kailynn couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy.

"His muscles are so BIG!, I wonder if he's BIG ALL over?" another voice said. Giggling soon followed.

Kailynn blushed as she remembered her run in with her naked brother a couple weeks ago.

If they only knew, if they only knew!

That brought her smile back. She gathered her towel and shampoo and headed for the shower room.

Arrian was getting ready to leave his class when, something quite unexpected happened.

"Excuse me?" a female voiced called to him.

Arrian looked back and was taken back by who was speaking to him. Standing in front of him was Samantha.

"Uh, yea" he yammered.

"I asked Ms. Masterson, if someone could tutor me because I'm not doing well, she said you had nearly a perfect score. so will you?" she said, while obviously looking him up and down, like a peace of meat.

He looks familiar, I've seen him before somewhere. But where?

"Will I what?" he asked. Mentally slapping himself, as he realized how stupid that question was.

"Tutor me silly!" she said hitting him playfully on the arm.

He was shocked, after all no one really ever talked to him, let alone Samantha Richards.

"Sure, that'd be okay." he said more confidently than he felt.

"Cool, give me your number and I'll call." she said cheerfully.

Arrian was so stupefied, he couldn't think straight.

"I... don't know... the umm... number... do you know my sister, Kailynn? he asked trying to cover his own mumbling ways.

"That's it!, i knew you looked familiar, I've seen you around with her. I thought you were her boyfriend. No wonder she blushed when we said you were... err..." pausing realizing she almost revealed more information than she wanted.

"I have her number, so I guess that means I have yours too!" she giggled.

Arrian felt like all was right with the world when this beautiful girl giggled.

"I'll call and let you know when I'm available and see if we can't work something out." she said.

Arrian got up putting his things away. He shakily put his hand out.

"I'm Arrian, by the way." he said trying to sound calm and collected.

Oh my God!, he likes me! Look at him trembling. Oh he is so good looking. Oh his hand!

"Yea, I know your sister remember?" she said shaking his hand.

Arrian felt her hand in his, so soft, almost frail. He felt an immense tenderness at this moment. A tenderness he felt for only two others; his mother and sister.

"I'm going to need my hand back, Arrian." she said softly giggling.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" he said letting go, and blushing four different shades of red.

You Idiot! Oh... but her hand was so soft!

He didn't notice she was walking away.

"I'll call you!" she called while walking out of the room. He didn't catch a glimpse of the smile that centered on her face, nor was he aware he was the reason for the smile.

Grabbing his bag, he followed suit by leaving the room, waving at Ms. Masterson as he did. She waved back, before looking back at her students assignments.