Settling in and discovering secrets

After a few days of walking carefully around the Sanders house, hoping that all this is for real, I finally start relaxing a bit and feeling like I might have a chance of belonging here.

Kate and Christopher do their best to get me talking about what I like and what I might be interested in working on after I finish up school. Kate makes me feel, well, like she's the mom I always wished I had. Sometimes I can't say anything when she talks to me because I'm all saying to myself inside, "don't blow it, don't blow it." Other times it's like whoops, put my eyes back in my head,

Christopher, Chris, that is, I'm not sure he knows what to make of me, I mean other than sports and cars and stuff, I don't know if he knows what to talk with me about. But he's actually trying to be a kind of dad, you know. We spent some weekend time working on the yard, cleaning up the garage and washing his car. Man, is he built. You can't really see it in a suit, but when he has his shirt off, he has some serious muscle in his chest and shoulders. Not like a gym hog, you know, he's built a little light for his height, but he swims and rows and stuff. He works late some days, so I'm kind of like the man at dinner a lot. Beth had to show me how to use the electric carving knife, but after that I was cool with it, you know. I mean, I'm not used to leading grace and how to pass around plates, it's not like I had a lot of sit-down dinners with Mom and Julie the past few years. But it's kind of nice. I keep thinking it'll feel all plastic, but it feels pretty real so far.

Beth. Beth is still pretty cold to me, maybe because she's protective about her sister Cassie, but when I'm trying to set up my bedroom, Beth was the one who volunteered to help me drag the bed and desk around and set up the bookshelves and the closet. She showed me how to run the vacuum and stuff, too. I think she's happy I can pick up some of the chores that her brother Michael left behind.

Cassie, it's funny, we seem to get along great, but mostly what we've been doing together is reviewing her old school work from last year. She thinks Mike and Beth did a lot better than she did, and she's all worried about getting her college applications together. That's kind of a whap on the head for me, I mean, I could maybe get it together and go to junior college. Maybe even state school. Mrs. Banks always said she wanted to see what I could do if I got a chance. Maybe this is it. So when Cassie has to throw a pillow at me to get me to wake up and help quiz her, I figure it's okay, I'm just getting used to this whole idea.

Mrs. Banks, she's come to visit a couple of times to see how I'm settling in. I think she was a little worried the first time because I was nervous and wasn't sure it was all for real. But the next time she was smiling a lot more and talking about the year coming up. "I hope you'll do me proud, young man," she said. "I can already see your better half coming out."

I try and keep busy. I mean, sometimes late at night I'll have trouble falling asleep. Or I'll get to missing talking with Mia and hanging out with the guys, looking for trouble. But then I remember where that nearly got me. But I've still got that energy inside and I've got to get it out. So I'll go for a walk and wish I had a drink or some weed to mellow me out, but walking seems to do it when I need it. The neighborhood is quiet. Crazy quiet, sometimes it seems. Michael came home to visit his family one Sunday. We went out for a walk after dinner. He showed me a shortcut to the park and we played a little basketball and talked a bit. I think he was trying to size me up, but I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm OK. He talked about college and told me what I should NOT do if I want to stay off his sisters' shit lists. It was pretty much what I thought, but you never know what people go crazy about.

So I was finally getting to trust the place and the time and starting to sleep better and stuff when I learned a secret, maybe something that's behind why I'm here.

One morning after Mr. Sanders had gone to work, and I was helping Kate hang some new curtains, the phone rang. It was Chris calling Kate to see if she could bring some documents down to the office for him. He'd been working on them at home last night and forgot them in his office.

"Would you be able to take these down to Chris's office, John?" Kate asked. "I was going to meet Lisa for lunch today for her birthday."

"Um, I can't drive," I told her. Maybe I could get my license reinstated next year.

"You can take the tram. It goes straight there. I could drop you at the stop, but it's an easy walk."

Michael had showed me the tram stop. "Oh, yeah," I said, remembering. "Sure, I can do that. Where is his office?"

Kate wrote the directions on the back of one of Chris's business cards. "Thank you so much, John!" she said with a smile. "I don't get much of a chance to see Lisa, she's working all the time."

"Bye mom!" I said. Kate laughed. It was sort of a joke with me, but sort of serious too.

I took the tram downtown. Things got grayer and grittier, but more lively, until we got to the stop in the high-rise district where Chris worked. Things were cleaner here than the other part of downtown, but also more bland. I wondered if the whole place maybe closed down at night.

Kate had called ahead, so the receptionist gave me a visitor badge and an elevator pass and I headed upstairs.

There was nobody in Mr. Sanders's outer office. I guess it was already lunch time. When I got to his door I heard voices. A woman's voice, but strong and resonant. "That's enough. Never again, it's too risky. No, Chris, I really must go now. Oooh!" she cried out, then laughed. "You devil, you know what gets me. All right, quick now. Quick."

My face felt red with embarrassment, but my dick hardened up.

"You can't wait for Kate?" Chris said. "She'll be here any minute."

"What a dirty trick, Chris." The woman's voice sounded familiar to me. Who?

"Time to even things up," Chris says. "Kate wants to see you and me together. I want to see you and Kate loving each other up like when you get together. Now lean over further, Odetta. There. Ah!"

"Uhh! Ah. I really have to leave, just finish quick, Chris. Finish me quick. Put your finger...Ah!"

My foster father Chris Sanders was fucking my lawyer, Mrs. Odetta Banks. And maybe my foster mother Kate and Odetta were lovers, too.

I put the documents down on the secretary's desk and sat down on the reception area couch feeling lightheaded. I put my fingers in my pocket and felt my cock, hard and pulsing.

Mrs. Banks moaned loudly and my chin jerked up. "Don't blow it," I whispered to myself. The best thing to do was to leave and go straight home. I stood up carefully.

"Ohhhhmmmmmmmm, mm-hm!" Odetta moaned.

I froze in place.

"Uhhhnnhh," Chris grunted.

I heard a dull, rhythmic slap of skin on skin. I took a breath and looked toward the exit, then toward the sounds. My pulse thumped in my ears. I so, so wanted to look.