Losers Can be Choosers

Note: All characters within this story are above 18 years of age. This is a fictional story and is meant to be read as a fantasy by adults (18+). Any apparent lack of consent is purely a narrative element within this fictional setting and is not meant to reflect acceptable behavior in real life. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Siddharth wasn't used to celebrations. He stood there in the middle of it all, still half in disbelief, the weight of the city’s science fair win pressing on him even as the congratulations kept rolling in.

“Congratulations, Sid, for being number one in the city’s science fair and being the pride of our school. The idea of creating an easy-to-use scanner to check crop health was genius. Farmers everywhere would be thankful to you. And also a very happy birthday!” Emily said out loud.

“Thank you, Em. I didn’t expect to win; there are a lot of fancier and better inventions there, for example…” Siddharth replied.

Siddharth Kennedy was a down-to-earth guy who genuinely didn’t chase fame. He was still processing the fact that he had actually won, convinced his invention wasn’t nearly as flashy as some of the others on display. Before he could finish the thought, someone cut in.

“...No need to humble yourself, Siddharth. You deserved the win. As was made clear earlier, it didn’t matter whether others had fancier inventions. Yours can be used by many, not just by a handful of people. That’s probably the plus point. I’m proud of you being my student.” A mature blonde woman in a long navy gown spoke as she walked toward them with confident, graceful steps.

“Thank you, Mrs. Summers. It’s all because of your support and guidance. Also, thank you for accepting my invitation and coming here. I hope it isn't too much of a bother.”

“I’m glad you invited me to this joyful occasion, Siddharth. My husband didn’t have any problem with me coming to my favorite student’s birthday celebration. Happy birthday,” the pretty honey-blonde-haired woman congratulated him warmly.

The Kennedy family wasn’t just throwing a birthday party. They were celebrating Siddharth’s big win at the city’s science fair too. Besides his closest family, he had invited his two best friends, Emily Jensen and James Goodman, his girlfriend Shaina along with his favorite teacher, Mrs. Gemma Summers, the advisor who had guided his entire science project.

Siddharth felt blessed in his own quiet way. The family wasn’t filthy rich, but they lived comfortably. His father, Robert Kennedy, was an engineer working at a local tech company; his salary covered a good life for their family of five, with room for occasional luxuries. His mother, Tina, was Indian and Robert had always respected and loved her heritage deeply, which was why most of the children carried Indian names.

Tina had been a teacher before retiring to become a full-time housewife once she got pregnant with the twins, Siddharth and his sister Disha. She already had their older sister Anita who was two years older. Tina was loving but strict, and thanks to her guidance, all her kids had grown up responsible and well-mannered.

“Thank you for coming, Gemma.” Tina said as soon as she saw Mrs. Summers talking to Siddharth, walking over as she pulled the blonde teacher into a warm hug.

Siddharth always kept his deepest secret buried tight, but moments like these, seeing his mother and Mrs. Summers together, always lit a filthy fire in his gut. The two women standing side by side never failed to make his nerdy, forbidden fantasies run wild.

Mrs. Gemma Summers was in her early thirties, a stunning woman with shoulder-length blonde hair that framed her intelligent face. Gold-rimmed glasses rested on her nose, giving her that hot, sophisticated teacher look that made boys like him weak. She wore a modest yet clinging navy colored long gown that still managed to hint at the full, heavy curves underneath, especially the way it hugged her chest and hips.

His own mother, Tina, was a full decade older, already pushing into her early forties, but she had aged like fine wine. Her rich, deep brown skin with warm olive undertones glowed under the lights. Her jet-black hair was styled in a sleek updo and she wore a long white dress that contrasted perfectly against her complexion, the fabric stretching across a pair of heavy breasts and wide, mature hips that swayed with every step. Even after three kids, her body still looked obscenely good, full, soft and impossible to ignore.

Despite the age gap, his mother and his teacher had somehow become good friends.

Aside from Mrs. Gemma, there was Emily Jensen. Honestly, Siddharth never expected they would end up so close. He was just your average brown guy, while Emily was the popular athletic buxom blonde on the cheerleading squad. They had grown close during a school project. He had assumed she would be the typical vain popular girl, but she shattered every stereotype, smart, curious about real-world issues and genuinely kind. Before he knew it, she had become one of his best friends. Sure, he was attracted to her, it was impossible not to be when she looked like that, but he never wanted to risk ruining their friendship. Besides, he already had a girlfriend he wouldn’t trade for anyone.

The celebration continued with the arrival of a few more important guests, each one pulling Siddharth’s attention in different ways.

Shaina Mirza. His girlfriend. She was a Pakistani muslim girl with smooth, fair light-brown skin that always seemed to glow under any light. Other women often asked her for her skin care routine. Shaina was probably the kindest soul Siddharth had ever known and it was exactly that gentle heart, combined with her fierce activism against discrimination and oppression, that had made him fall for her so hard. She arrived at the party wearing an elegant black abaya trimmed with delicate gold embroidery, paired with a black hijab that framed her face beautifully. Bronze-rimmed glasses rested on her nose, giving her that soft, intelligent look that always made his chest tighten.

His last guest of honor was James. James Goodman was Sid’s best friend and longtime playmate since middle school. A skinny, awkward nerd obsessed with anime and everything Japan-related.

“This is for you, Champs.” James said as he handed Sid a neatly wrapped present box. “Don’t open it now. Open it later when you’re alone. I bet you’ll like it,” he whispered slowly, a sly little grin on his face.

Sid nodded, already guessing what was inside. James was a good guy at heart, but he was also a massive pervert. After all, it was James who had first introduced the innocent Siddharth to porn. Given the secretive way his friend was acting, there was no doubt the gift was something filthy.

A moment later, Sid’s two sisters walked into the room carrying a large birthday cake. Anita, his eldest sister and Disha, his twin, led the group in singing “Happy Birthday” while everyone joined in.

“Before you eat the cake, can you all gather round for a photo?” a male voice spoke up.

The family had hired a photographer for the occasion to capture the moment properly. Siddharth had almost forgotten about him.

Robert frowned slightly. This didn't look like the photographer he had originally booked. The man had a big professional camera hanging around his neck and a face mask along with sunglasses on. He carried himself with enough confidence that Robert decided not to say anything. He didn’t want to ruin his son’s special day. He could deal with the mix-up later.

“Ok, stand tight, and say cheese.”

Everyone in the room gathered behind the cake and flashed their best smiles.

FLASH!

Instead of the usual bright white flash, a strange blue light washed over everyone. It felt odd for a brief second, almost unnatural, before vanishing completely.