Chapter 7

Four weeks in the hospital was a nightmare. But finally; finally, I got to leave.

The first two weeks were so lonely, just me, me and a bunch of adults. The last two weeks, well, after Camryn decided to get a little carried away, I got in trouble. For the life of me, in a single hospital room that was cleaned daily, I could not find a good hiding spot for her panties.

I spent nearly half an hour pleading with the nurse for top secrecy when she found them. She said she would keep the reason a secret, but from then on, I wasn't allowed unsupervised visits with Camryn or Corey.

Surrounded by people, but nothing to talk about; not with the adults around. If Camryn, Corey, and I were just friends, it would have been fun. But, but it was different; we all knew there was more between us, we wanted to be secluded, it was our relationship. Nobody else was welcome to listen to our conversations.

We had almost developed a language with only our eyes. We laughed when one of us would tell a joke using our traveling eyes - look to one person, then another, then reproduce a memory in the movements. The adults thought we were crazy. I didn't care about them though. To my left of the bed, Camryn always sat, my hand hanging over, holding hers tight. Hours.

She began growing uneasy though. I caught her looking at me with fear a few times. I'd look over and see those scared eyes shift back to the TV, away from my face.

Finally though, I was out of the hospital. A giant scar caked the underside of my right arm, and I still had a splint on my pinky and ring fingers. Corey often felt around the scar; it was tender and warm. It didn't hurt; I didn't really feel much of anything there.

Things were falling back to normal. My parents did buy me a lot of new stuff for my room though. I guess they figured I would be traumatized by my old stuff.

I knocked on Camryn's front door. Finally, I could be alone with the two girls again. Corey opened it.

"Camryn's in her room. I think you should talk to her, she's really depressed for some reason."

Well, not a warm welcome from her, but it would do, I guess. I walked past her and up the stairs. I knocked on Camryn's bedroom door. After a few seconds, I just entered.

Camryn was lying face down on her bed. She rolled her head to the side and looked to me. Tears ran rampant down her cheeks. I closed the door behind me and walked quickly to her, kneeling down by the bedside.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Do you love me?"

"Yes."

"Do you love me no matter what?"

"Nothing in the entire world will make you not love you."

"What if I was pregnant?"

"What?"

"Would you love me if I was pregnant?"

"How can you —?"

"Would you love me?!" I had to think a few seconds. Was this a test? Was this real? I didn't care; I never wanted her to leave me.

"Yes, I'll love you no matter what." Silence.

"I'm almost three weeks late."

"What's that mean?"

"I was supposed to have my period three weeks ago, but I didn't, I think I'm pregnant." I couldn't count the number of emotions falling onto me.

"How? When? Where? How? We never had sex; you said you were a virgin."

"I am. The last time you had sex with Corey. She came home from the woods; she said you were mad at her. She said that you were going to treat me real good the next day like you did to her. She pulled some of your cum out of her and pushed it inside me so I could feel what it was like. It felt so good knowing that your sperm was inside me. That can be the only way I know of. I swear, I never had sex before, you are everything to me; I would never consider anybody else. I'm so scared."

I was speechless. I didn't doubt her loyalty, but, she was fourteen. Was giving birth safe for her? Was it safe for me? Our parents were going to flip and I knew that I would be blamed for it all.

"What are we going to do?" I asked. Maybe she had a plan or something. Camryn looked to me and smiled. "What?"

"You said we."

"Well, it is ours. A little bit of Corey's too since she was the one who impregnated you." Now I was just confusing myself. How could this be happening? She was having the baby, she might get pity. I was a guy, my dad would beat the shit out of me, her dad would kill me. She smiled again at me. "What?"

"My little sister got me pregnant." She giggled a little.

"I don't think your parents are going to buy that line."

She rolled onto her side.

"Let's have sex. I don't want to be a virgin." Her voice broke through me so innocently, almost sad. I showed reluctance in my face. She found it and replied, "I'm having your baby, we both know we're going to get in a lot of trouble; please, I don't want to have to go through with this without even actually feeling real sex. I love you, if just being with you can make me feel so happy, having sex with you will make all our problems worth nothing."

I smiled to her. She had a point. If I was going to get in all the trouble for getting her pregnant, I might as well actually have sex with her. I climbed on top of the bed. She had the biggest smile on her face, looking up to me.

She immediately curled up, pushed her shorts and panties over her legs, and kicked them to the foot of the bed. We both simultaneously pulled our shirts off. Her hands immediately bounced to my belt after she dropped her shirt.

What took me an entire minute to put on that morning, she had unlatched in seconds. Putting on a belt with one and a half hands was pretty annoying. As I stood over her on my knees, she pulled her body up and tugged down my pants and boxers. I had to roll onto the bed and free the weight on my knees so she could pull them the rest of the way off me.

Down by my hips now, she gripped my penis in her small hand as it finished growing to its full length. Her face glanced up to me and smiled. She looked about to put it in her mouth but I pushed my left hand to her face and motioned her up to me. I wanted her mouth on my lips, and only on my lips, right than.

All either of us had on us were our socks. She pulled up to me and sucked her mouth to mine. She pulled back and just admired the feeling of hovering over my sideways body, naked. Her face showed no lies.

"Can I be on top for a little while?" she asked.

"You can be on top forever, as long as we're together. Besides, I can't put any weight on my hand so I can't be on top this time anyways." Her face brightened so much as she slid her warm, tender hand down my back.

I shifted my body onto my back and into the center of her mattress. Her lips pushed back into mine; soon after, her tongue was forcing its way into my mouth. Her hottest, softest mound of pure heat was gyrating just below my naval.

I groped my left hand across her perfect butt cheeks. Running my fingers into her crack, I pulled up and rode her spine up to her shoulders. Her vibrating tongue in my mouth was magic. Her moans were killing me, I wanted her so bad. I had her right there, was about to have sex with her, finally; but it wasn't enough. There was too much to this perfect thing on top of me and no matter what I could ever do, I would never be able to grasp even half of her power. She was too good. One lifetime would not be enough with her.

I felt one of her hands grab the shaft of my penis and pull it up a bit. Then she backed up. This time, I moaned uncontrollably as the head of my nervous system wedged itself into the girl's slit. I was going to devirginize God's first perfection. Everyone else in the world was just a prototype, failed trials in attempt to create this, and she was mine.

My mouth broke open around Camryn's as she continued pushing herself onto me. Both our breathings quickened. Our eyes were locked onto each others. Her spherical green eyes looked beyond amazing. Her pupils grew in size, almost as if they were imitating her vagina's stretching.

Her free hand guided itself down my scared arm. Her shivering fingers gripped around the two of mine that were unbarred and my thumb. Her tongue withdrew from my mouth. Our mixed saliva's pooled in the back of my throat.

Slowly, she squinted and I felt a faint increasing pressure around my penis. It was only a few seconds long before I was bumped about an inch further into her. She squeezed her fingers tightly into my hand. Her eyes were watering.

"Are you hurt?"

"No, it's just some stinging, not as bad as I thought it would be," she answered, quivering.