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Nifty pointed out to me that I never specified Matt's age. I said he was in the same class as Kai. We can therefore assume that he is within 6 months of Kai's age!
As I slowly came awake, my eyes not yet open, I realized that something was not normal-Matt was kissing me! Kissing me so softly that I could barley feel his smooth lips against my own. Many thoughts raced through my troubled mind but it seemed so...right...that I just kissed back. As soon as my lips pressed back I felt Matt pull off me with a start.
"Uhh, sorry...I thought you were asleep," he stuttered, embarrassed.
"So you decided to take advantage of me?" I asked, my tone robbing the words of their sting.
"Well..." he started but I pulled his head towards me and gave him a passionate kiss that he returned without hesitation. After a few minutes of making out I pushed him off me panting,
"If we do this, we have to tell your parents."
"Yeah, I know. We'll tell them...soon," he responded glumly.
"That's ok," chimed a female voice from the doorway. "You can tell me now."
"Oh, shit!" swore Matt, jumping. I was still recovering from the surprise of being caught naked in bed with the son of my adopted family. Unable to contain herself any longer, Sharon burst out laughing.
"Don't worry," she said after composing herself. "Kai needs someone special in his life right now, and who better than our own son?"
"You don't care that I'm gay," asked Matt cautiously.
"Care? We've known since you were 12!"
"What? I suppose being a jock gives it away?"
"No, but finding gay porn on our computer does," she laughed, surprisingly relaxed about the whole situation.
"Hmm, hmm," I cleared my throat. "I would like to get dressed now, if you don't mind!"
Still laughing, Sharon excused herself from the room and I slipped into a black satin robe and a pair of matching pants before following Matt downstairs - my mind completely care-free at the moment.
"Hello lovers," called Dave as we walked into the kitchen. Matt blushed so deeply that I fell over laughing and Sharon spilt orange juice all over the counter.
We ate a lovely breakfast and I ended up silently eating an entire omelet myself after being told that I looked sickly. Well, I was pretty skinny to begin with and three days in the hospital didn't help much but I knew that there was more behind the joke than my weight. It was my eyes; eyes that had once held sparkles of joy were now lusterless, holding nothing but sadness and despair, poorly disguised falsely bright disposition. After breakfast was over Matt and I went upstairs to shower and get ready for the day.
"Mmm, nice ass," teased Matt as I dropped my robe. I jumped on him, trying to knock him on to the bed but instead he caught me like I weighed nothing and slammed me struggling onto our bed. I reached up and began pulling off his pajamas as he kissed me passionately. When we were finally both naked he left my mouth and began running his tongue ever-so-slowly down my chest, stopping briefly at each of my nipples. After what seemed like hours he had finally arrived at now very-hard cock and after a short glance to make sure I was ok with it, he licked the smooth shaft - eliciting a small moan from me - before putting the first four inches in his mouth. I was in ecstasy! I had never had any kind sex before now and I couldn't believe the pleasure. Not wanting to cum to soon, I gently slid my cock out of Matt's mouth and positioned my head in line with his 7 inch piece of meat. For me there was no hesitation; I knew I loved Matt and I knew I wanted his cock in my mouth. As I took it in, I ran my tongue around the head, getting a rather loud groan as my reward. I continued this technique for a few minutes while Matt jacked me off until his breathing became more and more labored and finally cum in my waiting mouth. I had always thought that I wouldn't like the taste of cum-I was wrong. After his own explosive cum he took back my cock and sucked me to the most intense orgasm I have ever had. We finally finished the "cleaning" and just lay there on the bed, panting like overheated little kids.
"Thanks," was all I managed to say. "You know that was my first time?"
"Mine too," came the un-expected response.
"What? You were so...good."
"We're just naturals I guess, you weren't so bad yourself," he laughed.
We finally picked ourselves up, showered (together, making sure to get very clean) and dressed before rejoining the family-who, as it turned out had noticed our rather long absence.
"What took you? We thought you got lost," snickered Sharon, as relaxed as usual. Matt choked on his glass of water but I just gave one of my well practiced innocent but mischievous smiles that sent Sharon (who I later found out was only 32) in a fit of giggles.
That morning had been a high point for me, allowing me to temporarily forget all of my numerous problems but by noon I had fallen silent, completely depressed despite my newfound relationship with Matt. Sharon and Dave seemed to be at a bit of a loss as to what to do with me but that afternoon they found a way to cheer me up, at least temporarily.
"Kai?" asked Sharon tentatively.
"Yes?" I replied, sitting up.
"Yesterday you mentioned that you had two dogs, would you like to go get them now?" She seemed very relieved when my face lit up and I said that I would go call the man from the SPCA. I returned a few minutes later with instructions as to how we could get to his house, which was only about five minutes away.
Myself, Matt and his mother all got into their SUV, Dave staying home to leave room for the dogs, and we soon found ourselves in front of a modest house on the outskirts of our small but rich town. I jumped out of the car and ran to the door which opened as I approached.
"Hello there," the man greeted us warmly. "I assume you are Kai?"
"Yeah, that's me," I answered. After everyone had introduced themselves and my situation had been explained briefly by Sharon, John (the "SPCA man") whistled and my two beautiful salukis came running out. Keeping in line with my fucked-up emotions - yeah - I burst into tears.
"Xiao, Liù," I called out as they came bounding up to me.
"Xiao? Liù?" inquired Matt with a smirk.
"Yes," I said sharply. "'Sound of Rain and Wind' and 'Rain Dripping from Leaves'"
"Right," he said, rolling his eyes. John came back shortly after with all of my very expensive dog products and wished me best of luck.
We returned to the house to find Dave and Lily waiting for us with a large picnic lunch packed. They said that we were going to eat at the beach right behind their house. The weather was lovely and we ended up spending the entire afternoon there, everybody happy and carefree - including me. That's not to say that I wasn't still an emotional wreck, but I was able to fully concentrate on the moment, leaving behind all my other thoughts.
That night, after we had eaten and Lily had gone home, Matt told me that he was going to a swim camp for that week and that I would be alone with his parents, who had taken a week of vacation to be with me. We went to bed, me snuggling up close to Matt. Not being busy and surrounded by people, my mind drifted to thoughts of my parents; I finally cried myself to sleep a few hours later.
I woke up late the next morning and, despite our brief relationship, it felt strange waking up alone in Matt's bed. I showered and come downstairs to find a hot cup of coffee waiting for me.
"Morning, Kai," greeted Sharon. "What should we do today? Dave had to leave but I'm free all day."
"Oh, whatever you'd like," I replied sullenly.
"Whatever?" she asked mischievously. "Well, were going shopping then!"
"Sure."
We ate and then drove to L.A., where we bought what seemed to be like everything in the city. She insisted on buying me practically a whole new wardrobe - not that I needed one - and then we just wandered around the shopping centers, buying whatever we decided we needed. The day had gone off without a hitch but as we approached a furniture store displaying several couches, I broke down sobbing in the middle of the mall. When I had calmed down we went to eat lunch at an expensive café and then, exhausted, got ready to go home.
"Kai, the hospital and your lawyer called and it looks like it's going to be a busy day tomorrow. A social worker is coming to make sure that everything is alright with...us and a psychiatrist is coming for an evaluation- a mandatory evaluation," she said with a pointed look my way. "Your lawyer and the executor of your parents' will be coming to discuss financial and legal matters, ok?"
"I guess," I answered, not really wanting to talk to anyone about anything that had to do with my parents.
"I'm sorry, but it has to be done."
"Oh, it's not your fault," I sighed.
We arrived at the house and as soon as I stepped out of the car Matt came running up to give me a big kiss, much to the amusement of his mother. We spent the rest of the night eating dinner and watching a movie. When we decided to go to bed I brought my dogs up into our "apartment" and laid out their beds in the games room.
Matt whistled a cat-call as I stripped off my new clothes so I stood up on my toes and pulled Matt's head down onto my own, into a passionate kiss. After I had removed all of his clothes and we were lying on the bed, I reached over to grab his semi-hard cock, and began stroking it gently, my head resting on his well-muscled chest. Despite his efforts to prolong his orgasm, I had him cumming all over his chest in just a few minutes. I carefully used my tongue to get it all off, and then Matt returned the favor, bringing me to another intense orgasm.
"'night," I mumbled, burying my head into his shoulder.
"Goodnight," he whispered. We were asleep in minutes, our bodies indistinguishable from one another.
A few hours later I woke screaming, sweat all over my face. Matt sat up with a jerk and I heard my dogs barking like crazy in the other room. I was completely inconsolable, clutching my legs to my chest, tears streaming down my face. A couple minutes later I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Sharon calmed my dogs down and burst into the room.
"OH, God!" she exclaimed. "What happened?"
"Bad dream," was all Matt said, still holding me closely.
Sharon waited with me for a few minutes until I was able to speak and I told her that I had had a nightmare, reliving the deaths of my parents from the perspective of the shooter. She talked soothingly as I started hyperventilating and then she let me put on a robe before taking me downstairs for a cup of hot chocolate. I told her to go back to bed and after I insisted, she did. I couldn't go back to sleep and I spent the night on the couch with my dogs, exhausted but unable to sleep. Those few hours alone in the dark were agony and when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs I was so relieved. I had already made breakfast and eaten my share, so I excused myself from the table and went to shower. When I got out the shrink had arrived and my bad day was about to get worse.
I put on a loose pair of white pajama pants and a baggy T-shirt, so as to be comfortable, and went downstairs. The psychiatrist was not at all was I had been expecting; he was early to middle 20's, dressed in an Armani suit and didn't look like a very sympathetic man in the least. He greeted me very formally with a stiff handshake and asked me to sit down. After the rest of the family had left he pulled out a notebook and pen and after a few very brief pleasantries began to ask questions.
"Well," he started, seeming a bit on edge. "Why don't you start by telling me exactly what you are feeling at this time. Not generalities, but specifics, on all aspects of your life, not just your parents." I raised a skeptical eyebrow and answered,
"My life was - is - in ruins. I lost the most important person; my best friend..."
"Your best friend?" he interrupted. "Who was that?"
"My mother," I said, getting frustrated by his questions.
"What? Surely you can't..."
"Yes, I can and do mean that!" I snapped. "That's what nobody understands. We were as close as two people can be. We did everything with each other, we told everything to each other. She was there for me, no matter what," I said coldly, furious at the idiot in front of me.
He continued to ask me questions, questions and more questions. Never any advice, or counsel just questions that made me more and more angry. I was too angry to cry and yet I could of dealt with his stupidity (he had just graduated from college) until he pushed too far.
"So, is there anyone special in your life right now?" he asked out of the blue.
"Yes, actually. Matt, the son of Mr. And Mrs. Coleman. He has been wonderful to me," I replied curtly.
He looked at me for a moment and then asked, "You're gay?"
"No," I rolled my eyes.
"Are you and he sexually active," he demanded, looking livid that I had made a fool out of him.
"What?" I asked. "What possible relevance could that have to this discussion?"
"Are you?"
"That's our business."
"I'll take that as a yes..."
"You take that as what ever you like."
"Look, I'm not here to argue with you. You really shouldn't be sexually active at your age, I'm sure your parents wouldn't have wanted you to deal with their death by having sex," he told me.
"How dare you?" I whispered, my tone soft but furious. "How dare you tell me what MY parents would have wanted."
"Don't take that tone with me!" he ordered.
"I'll take whatever tone I like with you!" I shouted.
"There is no reason to be like this."
"No reason," I yelled as I stood up. "I have every fucking reason."
"SIT DOWN!" he roared. "You think that because you lost your parents that gives you the right to say whatever you want to whomever you want? You will treat me with respect, and we will work through this anger problem you seem to have developed."
I was shaking with anger, my knuckles were clenched so tightly that they were white. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, I didn't have words to express my fury.
"Get Out," I ordered quietly. "Now."
"I will not..."
"Get out you sonofabitch," I yelled.
"I am not going anywhere until you sit down and behave rationally."
"Yes, you will," boomed a deep voice from the doorway. Sharon walked over to me, putting her hand on my shoulders as Dave - who was completely different when he was mad - escorted the psychiatrist out of the house, with some choice words that made me sound polite.
When he was gone, I left the kitchen without a word and walked to the small gym in the basement. I closed the door behind me and completely lost it. I started pounding, bare fisted, on the punching bag, crying. I poured out all my emotions that had been cooped up inside me; my grief, my anger, my despair. I cried until my eyes were too sore to keep crying. I screamed until my throat was too sore to keep screaming. I punched that bag until my hands were bleeding and I could no longer get my muscles to move. I was finally alone, it was just me against myself.
I woke up to Lily and Sharon's faces over mine, looking rather worried. They helped me up, and I winced as my muscles contracted painfully. She didn't ask my anything, and for that I was grateful, Sharon just told me to go take a shower. After I had showered, she started bandaging my hands while Lily talked to me.
"When in doubt, call Lily," I laughed.
"Yes, I do seem to be rushing over to visit your unconscious body quite a bit."
"I don't know if I've said this to you, but I really want to thank you for being there for me, throughout all this."
"Oh, it's nothing," she blushed.
"No, it really has made a big difference for me. I can't thank you enough for just being there."
"It's my pleasure."
Lily said she had to go and as she left a car pulled up in front of the house. It was the social worker; she was a very nice middle-aged woman who only stayed for a few minutes too make sure that I was adapting to family life, which Sharon and Dave assured that I was, despite my red face and bandaged hands. She had only been gone a few minutes when the police arrived at the door, wishing to speak to me. Sharon started to say that that wasn't a good idea, but I cut her off and invited them in. After the obligatory cup of coffee and idle chat they got down to business.
"Do you know why we're here," asked the taller of the pair, Harold.
"I could hazard a guess," I replied, hoping.
"Which would be..."
"You've found the asshole...uhh...I mean the 'culprit'," I said, far more nervous around the cops than some upstart young doctor.
"Well," he said chuckling. "We have some photos for you to look at."
He pulled out a thin binder with several sheets of pictures and told me to look at them. I wasn't even half way through the book when I saw him. As with that day the first thing I noticed were the eyes. I dropped the binder as my mind flashed back to the cold, calculating malice that I had seen in them.
"Kai, are you alright?" asked the shorter cop, Dan.
"That's him," I said shakily.
"You're sure. Absolutely sure?"
"Yes. I'll never forget him, never."
"Ok, that's the first part finished, but I'm afraid that this wont be an easy case," sighed Harold.
"What?" I asked, confused. "We have an eyewitness, who saw the entire crime."
"Yes, but the only physical evidence linking him to the crime is a boot print that could belong to thousands of people in L.A and a bullet to gun that we may never find. Listen, this guy was under investigation by the police and your parents' firm for money laundering and drug trafficking. He is suspected to be a member of a prominent organized crime group based out of L.A. This crime was not the work of a mad-man; he wore latex gloves, he used a silencer on his gun, he left almost no trace. He even wore a CONDOM during the rape. That is not normal, not at all. This crime was the work of somebody with something to gain, and something to hide. The word of a 14 year old child will not count for much. I know it's unfair but the defense will see it as a desperate child eager to put this in his past. It is unlikely that they will let you testify - the jury will see a skilled defense lawyer pick apart the testimony of a child they never saw."
"But, I want to testify," I said. "If I testify in person, and don't change my story during cross-examination, the jury will see a child that has suffered tremendously being questioned by a greedy lawyer. We will get a sympathy vote."
Dan chuckled, "You watch too much TV but if, as we suspect, this guy is a member of a criminal organization, he will have a very good, very tough lawyer that will see no problem trying to make you break on the witness stand. However, the crime scene has been fully examined and there is no other evidence so there is no point in waiting. The District Attorney has said that he will take the case to court regardless of what you decide - and are allowed - to do. I will let him know that you wish to take the stand and that your parents have given their permission," he paused and looked over at Sharon and Dave, who nodded, before continuing. "You will have to rehearse your testimony with the prosecutor, but it will probably be weeks, if not months before this goes to trial."
We talked a little bit more about the case, I gave him an off-the-record statement about what happened and then they left. Sharon seemed worried, but I had had enough crying, and anger and despair had been replaced by determination - determination to not let the "system" stop me.
I was more than a little tired by this point but it wasn't over yet, I still had to deal with my parents will. I had tried not to think about this particular meeting, it would mean the end, the total conclusion of my former life. My lawyer, Sean, and my parents best friend Jane arrived shortly after lunch, somberly dressed, each carrying a chic black briefcase.
"Hey Kai," said Jane.
"Mr. Miller," Sean said, inclining his head.
"Hello, please come in," I invited.
"Well," began Sean once we had gotten comfortable in the living room. "Your parents' will was found shortly after their death. In short, they were very rich and very heavily in debt that they were paying off. Unfortunately for you, they had no life insurance, relying on their own wealth to pay for you, and very little liquid cash. The bank has offered a sum of 7.5 million dollars. That, with what little cash they had, will pay off the debt and leave you with about a million. The business goes, in its entirety, to your fathers partner. I know that you think a million dollars is a lot of money, but, realistically half will go to the Coleman's, for the cost of raising you and you will spend a good bit on college. You should have enough to get a comfortable start in life, though."
"Fine," I replied. "Sell the house, and everything in it, except for a few things I want to take with me. I assume the money goes into a trust?"
"Yes, it does. Jane here has agreed to organize the emptying and selling of the house, if you do not wish to do so."
I talked for a bit about the money with Sharon and Dave and then we signed the papers. I ended up with 1.1 million dollars, 50% of which was automatically given to Sharon and Dave, despite their protests, and the other half was put into a trust fund. I hadn't realized how much debt my parents had, but considering the fact that the business was only two years old and was equipped with state-of-the-art technology, it wasn't so surprising. I was sad to leave behind my parents dream home, built from scratch with no expense spared, but there was no other way to pay off the debt. After the papers were all signed, Sean left and Jane sat down to talk.
"Like Sean said, I will be happy to clear out the house before the bank takes it, just let me know what it is that you would like to take with you before the end of the month, OK?" she asked kindly.
"Sure," I responded numbly, still kind of in shock.
"Great, there is just one more thing - the funeral."
"Oh, right," I groaned. "They wanted to be cremated and buried with a small non-religious service on the beach. I don't want to bother you, but could you please deal with it. I don't think I could face that now."
"Of course, I'd be happy to. You may need to give me a list of people to invite, but I'll make sure to contact everyone."
I thanked her for everything and after she left I collapsed on the couch, exhausted but just as I was about to fall asleep the phone rang. I answered,
"Hello."
"Kai?" said a vaguely familiar voice.
"Yes, who is this?"
"Dr. Smith, I came to see you in the hospital."
"Oh, well, how are you?"
"Me? I'm fine, I am calling about Dr. Jones."
"Who?"
"The psychiatrist who you saw today."
"What about him?" I grunted.
"I am sending his apologies."
"Sorry to be rude, but I don't give a shit about anything he has to say."
"Well, fortunately no one has to listen anymore."
"What?"
"His license to practice was revoked after Mr. Coleman phoned the hospital to complain. You do, however, need to see someone so I'll arrange for a visit later this week, OK?"
"Sure, thanks for everything."
"Not at all, bye."
The rest of the day went by calmly. Matt came home, having already heard all about the shrink, and we went for a late night skinny-dip before bed. I realized then how much he really meant to me. I loved him. I had only known him for a few days but I knew that, without question, I loved him. While it would be a long, long time before I ever fully got over that fateful day but, with the help of a wonderful family, an amazing friend and a first love, my life started to look a lot brighter than it had.
Well, there you go, I hope you enjoyed this latest chapter. Thanks to those who sent me such a positive response. Please contact me at menzoberranzen_of_the_drow@hotmail.com with any comments / questions / criticisms, I would love to hear from you.