(Grace) A study in progress*

And find him she did: hunched over a table and staring intently at the pages of a book on female anatomy. Grace’s heart fluttered a little when she saw him, brows creased in concentrated study. Even she did not know quite why she felt so protective over the younger boy. His arrival in their family had been… painful. She had barely been old enough to understand that at the time herself, of course. But they had all felt the rippling repercussions nonetheless. One great pillar of their world had simply vanished… leaving this last addition… so small and precious. The urge to grab hold of him and never let go was nearly insurmountable.

Of course his surroundings were not bathed in quite such a light, even through HER rose-tinted filters. The gaggle of spotty teens he hung round with weren’t exactly an admired bunch. Only-child’s mostly. Caught in that trap of being the earliest in their year to come of age, but not having the social clout to win many favours from that. They weren’t allowed on the senior’s buses yet. No year-above backbenchers would go near them. Without siblings to take out their frustrations on the boys were stuck with becoming mommy’s boys or begging for scraps. Grace never quite understood why Jake hung around with such a collective, though she vaguely admired that by doing so he gave them a chance at encountering some of the young ladies that risked an early pass at his favour. He was the youngest in a five-child family after all… the Yarland name was an institution by this point.

Grace caught a glimpse of one such young lady, sprawled glassy-eyed behind the table. One of the group’s classmates she guessed, another summer child who had matured the wrong side of September. The girl’s uniform was ripped to shreds, a dribble of cum spilling from the corner of her mouth while she arched her back against one boy while another pumped a selection of stubby fingers into her. Grace recognised the look. Girl’s who found themselves first out of the gates had a tendency not to know how to pace themselves. They felt pressured to throw their bodies directly toward any wolves that might ravish them. Often this ended up in a few months of near-constant, invasive ecstasy. Jumping in at the deep end of a pool full of sharks. Often such creatures found they couldn’t even remember what happened to them over that period. The endless parade of orgasmic peaks at the hands of uncountable strangers seeming to just blend into a haze. They had a habit of chasing greater and greater pleasure highs out of older and more experienced lovers, dropping out of classes to be lured into dark alleys by the kind of men who knew what to look for. Not knowing how to pick out who was worthy of their affections and who was not. If ever there was a common training path for those who would become true backbenchers… that was it.

Grace approached and greeted her younger brother, giving him the traditional squeeze against her chest and deep, loving kiss. Surreptitiously she also stole a closer glance at the vaguely moaning female, trying to gauge whether she was alright… and what state of ‘alright’ the girl herself might consider suitable. Again, it wouldn’t be the first time she’d tried to pry a gang of young men off a semiconscious young lady, only to have the girl in question begin screaming blue **** at her for it. Some people just wanted the rush of being pushed over their own edges… She understood that at least. The trembling creature shook with what was almost certainly not her first or last orgasm of the day, falling limp in the arms of those who held her with a slack-jawed smile of temporary contentment on her lips. She was happy enough then… but suddenly Grace felt the attentions of the room shift. The previous plaything was clearly used up. The older girl immediately began feeling a little like fresh meat. These were only small fry really. Little boys who wouldn’t dare even approach her out on the schoolyard. Yet she had brought herself to them… a prime cut of large-breasted pedigree. The only Yarland daughter found herself acutely aware of every drop of sweat on her skin. Every recess and curve that made up her form. Suddenly she FELT like meat… and had to gulp back that appreciation.