Emily Collects

The condom was already in the girl's grasp when Lori suddenly pulled back at the last second, causing her to stumble forward, hair swinging through the air. She huffed a dark brown strand out of an eye, and the living room laughed as Emily lunged forward. Meanwhile, the girl's breasts, a pair of swaying white coconuts, pressed against her mother's chest while she reached for the condom, fingers clawing at air, the older woman hanging it above her head, sticking a playful tongue out at her child. The rubber contraceptive swayed like a small balloon above, dangling between Lori's two clasped fingers. The tangle brought to mind just how slim and tall Caleb's aunt was, compared to the more average height of her junior. She was supposedly approached numerous times for modeling shoots in her heyday. Never went for them-- in addition to her leggy figure, she had been a Baptist.

In a move seeking to conclude their impromptu performance, Emily brought out her spare hand and collected her prize with a firm swipe, her arm brushing against the woman's unsuspecting ear as she did.

Emily clutched the condom to her chest, backing herself up against the bottom of the sofa. "That's MINE, thank you!"

"It's yours fair and square, honey," Jeff reassured, giving his wife a look.

Emily sat back and turned the condom left and right before weighing it in her hands, observing her reward happily.

From an outside ear one would probably be forgiven for assuming this was about a concert ticket, or an allowance, or brand heels. But it wasn't. It was about a used, gelatinous condom, freshly peeled from a high schooler's cock, and cold to the touch at its bulbous, splurching end. And it was now preciously clutched in the soft hands of a high school girl, that condom, the very one which had been rubbing against her vaginal walls minutes before. Surely, now would be the time to wake up from wet-dream land.

In her excitement to place it somewhere on her person, it then dawned on Emily mid-huff that, obviously, she wasn't currently equipped to. Pushing herself to her feet, she traipsed past her mom, grabbed one of her spare handbags which she had left by the front door, plucked it off of the coffee table, then gently zipped the condom up in one of its numerous secure compartments. Perfectly ready for the next time she put on some clothes. From an incidental glance, the slim girl found her fallen phone by her mom's knee and picked it up to toss it in there as well.

"That reminds me," Jeff, her dad opined, "if Caleb doesn't mind of course. Sweetie, maybe you should start getting ready and put something on. We don't want to miss the flight."

"Dear!" Lori lightly slapped her husband's arm. She gestured at Caleb, who was openly staring at Emily's innocuous breasts, apparently. "Look at him, he likes the view. Let him get as much of an eyeful as he wants. Don't forget he's a boy, he has needs. Not to mention he just gave our Em another ride on the Cal-train -- and by the bees is he still twitching down there!" With a wiggle of her brows, she continued, "Mm. Could see now how he became a Stretcher of Women overnight, honestly. It was overnight, wasn't it?"

"Yeah," confirmed Hazel. The leggy girl had been playing Tetris on her phone for the past five-plus minutes now. "Screwed me and Mom and then nutted in a bunch of other girls not long after. Talk about a serial ****," One glance upward was spent on said brother before returning to her T-block. With a curl of the lip, under her breath, she mumbled, "Totally fuckin' worth my vag going sore for though."

In an aside, the visiting mother turned to Mrs. Anders, back of her hand acting as a curtain over her lips. "You really hit the jackpot with him, June. Honestly if it weren't for the time I'd really like a go myself," she tried to muffle her laugh, "Just being straight with you."

The two women were imparting on venturous conversation of their own when, stroking the watch, Caleb snapped back to reality and cleared his throat upon realizing the surreal discourse had shifted to him. "No no. It's ok." He glanced up at Emily, who caught his eye and looked back with a smile that failed to hide its gleam of affinity. He wondered if that was just default now; people regarding him like he was this walking miracle maker with the right to pop cherries from here all the way to Micronesia, or if he was simply not used to seeing people smile at him like that. Like... genuinely, and all. "Go ahead and get dressed, Em."

"Dressed? Why? Tired of my tits or something?" Her pout melted away into a jesting laugh as, despite those words, naked and buxom as ever, she approached her internet-famous member of the familial tree and leaned down to wrap him up in a face-to-chest-smothering hug. Her arms went over his neck, flesh to warm flesh. Then she swiveled her neck to plant a not too quick, not too dry smooch on his cheek. Once she pulled both lips away, she locked eyes with him. "Caleb... you know you're my favorite, right?" No mockery was in her tone. In another universe, this would have prompted a sassy remark from Hazel, or maybe a dropping of plates if someone was carrying them nearby for some reason. But strangely, in retrospect, that was the tamest thing she'd said all day.

About a half hour later, after the help of Harold following some coercing from June, Caleb's family was seeing Emily and her parents out at the driveway. This time, they all resembled normal people; or, they would have. Save, that is, for the ever inconspicuous sight of the spunk-filled magnum that Caleb had rammed alongside his dick into Emily's stretched, schlicking pussy, hanging against the brunette's sporty backpack, beside one of many of the backpack's numerous glistening zippers. If it wasn't for the clarity of daylight it could have easily went for a keychain accessory. But that wasn't the intention. In fact, it would be unfortunate to her if people did mistake it for something other than, well, a sexual accessory used as a form of birth control which she was deliberately displaying for everyone to see. To obfuscate it would've been antithetical to the spirit of the whole thing. Just before stepping out the door, Emily said herself that she wanted to show off her condom, filled with Caleb's spunk, to some of her 'boy' friends to poke some fun at them a bit. See how they'd react to the very condom that was used to FUCK her, that had been INSIDE her stretched pussy. And that she'd certainly recount to whom the fluids within belonged if they or anyone else asked (though considering how popular her videos had been, there probably would be no question at all).

Emily insisted it was natural, after all.

"Yeah, I mean -- I dunno. Just a girl thing. I guess? We want to show off condoms, the same ones we used with a, you-know... hydraulic pump like yours," she had said with a shrug, looking over her shoulder and giving the condom a flick of her finger. "Only when it's still filled up with all that spunk, though. Doesn't count otherwise. It's like... a trophy of war, you know?"

"Trophy of war, huh?"

"Yeah. Kind of like that really awesome looking watch of yours."

Caleb choked on his Sprite. "Oh, uh, yeah, this. Thanks. I didn't think you noticed."

"Don't be silly, of course I did. That thing suits you really well. I'd take that over a Rolex any day."

The watch, outside of its ability to alter reality, was really nothing fancy. It was a little unwieldy with an overtly disproportionate diameter. Caleb gazed down at it, its glass surface reflecting the powdering of clouds in the sky above.

Across the way, the parents finished exchanging hugs and called Emily over, sliding open the passenger side of their sleek minivan.

"Thanks for looking after Em, bucko." Enveloped in his uncle Jeff's arms, Caleb self-consciously patted the older man on the shoulder and nodded along to whatever else it was he was saying before they pulled away, the older man adjusting his collar while looking on with faint admiration. "If you need ANY money or any kind of advice on real estate or stocks, you let me know. I know your father's kind of busy for that stuff these days."

Next was his aunt, the height difference leaving him face to face with her chest.

"Come on, bring it in, Caleb."

She opened her arms up, beckoning him with her fingers. Caleb took the invitation and she draped her arms over the back of his torso, pulling him face-first into her delectable bosom. Just as he thought it was over, she grabbed the back of his head and stuffed his face further down her cleavage. His family only laughed and aww'd as he emerged, hair slightly disheveled. Caleb adjusted his hard-on. Aunt Lori must have had sprayed a little extra perfume in that area just before coming out here, because they smelled like a crisp, fresh flower garden. Plus, they were softer than his pillows, yet firm enough to keep a man stranded in sea afloat amid the tumultuous waves.

Titties were two of the world's natural wonders -- no doubt about it.

"Shame you can't come with us." As they buckled in, Aunt Lori gave Caleb another once-over from the passenger side. "I'm sure you'd be able to keep Emily some company." There was some emphasis placed on 'company' that left little to the imagination and Caleb still was trying to wrap his head around the fact that Lori was talking about her own daughter.

Hazel suddenly appeared at his side, a hand landing on his shoulder as she massaged it slightly, albeit with a still diffident expression on her face. "I mean, I don't see why not, if he wants to."

"I got school tomorrow, Hazel."

"Fuck school." Sidling up close, her crotch suddenly planted itself right against his right thigh as her two legs strapped it in between both her stalks. With her spare hand, she lifted up his junk in his pants, her breath against his ear. "You're an internet star now, bro. And you got a train," she squeezed, "that the whole world wants a chance to ride."

"Hey Ned!" Mrs. Anders greeted as one of the men down the block walked past with his terrier.

Harold, meanwhile, rolled his eyes. "Put some more care into the value of academics, Hazel honey."

Caleb noticed that despite his dad's scolding, that wasn't outright rejection. After all, Hazel had a point. Things had changed, now. Fucking people was no longer a figment of his imagination, corralled to the deepest corners of fantasy; he could turn it into an occupation. Into a day trade. And seeing Emily's friends, and another part of the state, which he had never seen before, with who knows what kind of new people to mess with; the thought started to tickle a carnal part of him. To be clear, Emily and her folks were on the next rung of the societal ladder. As it stood, he and Hazel were already well off compared to some, but Aunt Lori and Uncle Jeff were both big income makers, being a team of sorts in an enterprise they've played a significant role in for the past decade; as of now, they were conducting a second renovation of their home in the hills this year, which is part of why Emily always liked to hop down here with Hazel when her parents were out for business in the area -- get out of the hustle and bustle for a time.

It usually didn't swing the other way around, for numerous practicalities. But there weren't the same limits as before. Caleb had keys to more doors than he can picture right now.

Why not use them?

His folks wouldn't care too much if he did, would they?

Caleb realized that he had been quiet ever since Hazel's half-joking proposition, which probably dawned on the rest of them that he was half-seriously thinking about it. Suddenly, he noticed Emily looking at him in the backseat, breath partially held, and as if on cue, he recalled his own friends, Angie, Chris, Zack, Gabriela, who he stood up yesterday, for pete's sake. Not even a goodbye.

"Well, women stretcher?" Behind him, his mom, face shielded from the sun by her wide brimmed hat, broke the spell, casting him a motherly smile. "What's it going to be? School, or internet fame?"

"June, are you sure you're okay with that?" Mom and Dad had always been adamant about making sure their son and daughter had access to the best education they could help facilitate, especially Mom. Now, that same woman was saying he had the choice to abandon it all to go off with Emily and his aunt and uncle to fuck girls, women, and everything in between as he saw fit. In a sensible world, she would be balking and vomiting -- not calmly smiling, which was precisely what she was doing now.

"Well, in my eyes, honey, you can't have both." Her face glistened under the hat-parted slivers of light, sashaying past the brim's weaves. "I'm here to support our son either which way."

The high schooler turned back to the minivan, where his cousin's family looked on with expectant faces, when he suddenly paused. Lips slightly apart, under his breath, he began to quietly laugh. His amusement traveled down to his ribs, and then his diaphragm, in a progressively disruptive display. A slightly concerned Hazel looked around to see what he was partially dying at, only to find another dog walker passing by, one of the young wives down by Riposte Ave, probably, and there was nothing amiss with her -- no turned-out tanktop or comedically timed fall. She did notice that draped over her neck, attached to some kind of lanyard, was, like with Emily, a condom filled with cum. It bounced against her chest like a perky grape as she strolled down the sidewalk, then past the hedge and eventually out of sight. Lucky, thought Hazel. Girls and their filled-up condoms. Contraception deserved to be acknowledged, obviously, but now she was just feeling like a sore thumb.

Whatever.