Family Values

The last of my innocence was stripped away when I was 13 years old. I never knew who my father was and my mom had just passed away after a two-year battle with cancer. I was pretty numb to my mom's passing. I cried uncontrollably for the first couple of days, but after a week of red and swollen eyes, I was all cried out.
My mom didn't have any sisters or brothers, so I was left in the care of my step-dad, Max. He was the closest thing to family that I had. My mom's death was really hard on him. He sat up nights soothing his sorrows with alcohol and constantly reminding me of how much I looked like my mother. True enough--I had her fair complexion and long wavy hair, and squinted eyes like her, but she was beautiful. I always took his comparison as a compliment. However, his comments and the tone of his voice often left me with a weird feeling, like I was too young and inexperienced to understand the true meaning of his words. I just figured, seeing my mother in me was Max's way of coping with her death.
I was a freshman in high school trying to fit in with the rest of the girls and trying to get noticed by the cute and popular guys. My efforts were in vain considering my shape was shapeless. I had broad hips with no butt and a chest as curved as a tabletop which earned me the nickname No Shape Mo. Being relatively quiet in school only compounded my situation. However, my best friend, Lori, was my one redeeming hope on my quest for popularity. She had everything that I lacked, but being her best friend was my ray of hope for being noticed. Lori was blessed with a figure that brought guys flocking all over her. It didn't matter that she wasn't doing anything serious. Even though kissing and letting guys feel her up was the extent of her sexual activity, they were hopelessly in lust for her.
When Homecoming arrived that fall, I wore a red dress that clung to my hips and a wonder bra that definitely worked wonders for me that night. Lustful stares and offers to dance came at me from every direction. Several of the boys who had been talking about me since school started even had the ordascity to ask me to dance. I took pride rejecting them. But, when Brian Parker, the only sophomore on the varsity basketball team, asked me to dance I became weak. My dreams of being with one of the most popular guys in school were coming true. I had had a crush on him right along with the countless other underclass girls but at that moment I knew most of them wished they could've been me--jealousy was running rampant that night. Sweet revenge. Feeling like Cinderella, I rested my head on Brian's shoulder. A smile came to my lips as I cherished the moment.
Lori was across the room dancing with Brian's best friend, David. When she spotted me with Brian, she gave me the thumbs up then she laid her head on David's shoulder. I slightly chuckled to myself when I saw her mimicking me. Brian was my dance partner practically the whole night.
After the dance we were invited to Brian's and David's hotel room for an after-hours party. With my curfew at midnight and it was already a quarter after eleven, I knew I shouldn't have gone, but I really liked Brian. Besides it's not like I did stuff like this all the time, so I figured Max wouldn't trip too much.
Other than a little kissing nothing happened between Brian and me. Lori had given in and was screwing David in the room next door. I swear with Lori's screaming and the headboard pounding against the wall, one could easily assume that there was some sort of African ritual going on over there. I wasn't about to go out like that. My mom had always taught me never to give in to peer pressure and how important it was to have morals and values, so after several attempts to unzip my dress and feel on my butt, I requested Brian not to touch me. He responded by calling me a teasing little bitch, then he pushed me out of his room.
Angry and heartbroken I knocked on Lori's door, but they couldn't hear me over the din of their African ritual. Sighing heavily, I took my shoes off and settled in by the doorway with my face buried in my hands. Like Cinderella my clock had struck midnight and I felt like nothing once again. Despite of my rejection, I refused to cry. I refused to totally give in to the humiliation of my situation.
After what seemed an eternity, Lori emerged from the bedroom. Her expression of satisfaction that comes only from a good banging quickly changed to horror upon scanning my dismal appearance. After hearing my explanation, she knocked on Brian's door. She greeted him by spitting in his face and calling him an asshole. He replied with a smack that sent her instantly to the floor. Although Brian was way bigger than the both of us combined, his size was no match for our fury. Before he knew it, Brian found his big ass being stomped into the carpet by Lori and me. David came running in when he heard all the commotion, then he pulled us off of his boy. Now that David was standing between us Brian started yelling what he was going to do to us. David just looked at him like he was crazy and he should've; his boy was a punk who tried fighting two girls, but ended up getting his ass kicked.
After graciously dropping me off, David and Lori drove off probably to get a few more smooches in, but who knows and who cares. I had Max's anger from a broken curfew to deal with. Blasting through the quiet of the night, Max's voice bombarded me with accusations and demands. I meant to be tough and defiant but the tears and emotions that had been pent up inside of me all night came gushing forward like a broken dam. Tears began trickling down my face one after another and it wasn't long before my head was buried in Max's chest. "Why don't any of the boys at school like me? I sobbed.
Max had stopped yelling and lifted my head up, looking at me as if puzzled by my question. His breath was heavy with the smell of alcohol. Finding an answer to my question wouldn't be easy through his drunken stupor. Stepping back, he eyed me, smiled, and hugged me tightly.
"Mo, you're a beautiful young lady, he said in a reassuring voice that made me smile. "You just have to let these guys know that you're worth paying attention to.
"How can I do that?
Smiling again, he slowly reached behind me and carefully began unfastening my zipper.
"What are you doing? I asked, revealing my naivety.
"I'm teaching you, he answered. Sliding my dress off of my shoulders, it slipped innocently to the floor. I was standing there in only my blue and gray striped panties and red wonder bra. With his fingers he deftly unclasped the front hook. I quickly crossed my arms over my chest trying to cover my nakedness.
"Wait, wait, wait, I stammered. That seemed to be the only word that would come out at the moment, but eventually more words began to flow. "We're not supposed to be doing this. You could get in a lot of trouble for this.
"I'm just trying to help you out, he said nonchalantly. "Besides if I get in any trouble then you'll have to go stay in a girls' home or something worse. But as long as this stays between us, you'll learn how to get guys to notice you and I'll get what I want.
My curiosity was piqued. A side of me actually wanted to ask him exactly what it was that he wanted, but before I could get my question out he moved my arms aside and began sucking on my tiny Hershey's kisses. What he was doing to me was nasty, after all he was like a father to me, but still the tingling of my breast inside his mouth sent a feeling surging through me that I had never felt before. I knew my mother was probably looking down at me in shame, so I was about to fight Max off like I did Brian, but I couldn't. Something inside of me had been awakened. I was speechless; a subtle moan escaped me.
He took his mouth from me and smiled as I stood there with my chest heaving in and out like I had just run a marathon. Up to that point that was the most erotic experience that I had ever had, but it was quickly surpassed.
"Did you like the way my mouth felt on you? Max softly whispered in my ear. Still unable to speak, I could only nod my head. "Now it's your turn to put your mouth on me. A cold chill surged through my body, raising each hair on the back of my neck.
Max gently placed his hands on my shoulders, then pushed me downward until I was on my knees. He unzipped his pants and pulled his thing out. It was enormous. I nearly gagged when he put it in my mouth. I couldn't believe what was happening. He guided my head back and forth until I had developed a rhythm and occasionally he'd tell me to watch my teeth, but I finally got the hang of it. After a while he was moaning and gripping the back of my head. I could feel the different movements of his body when I sucked harder or used my tongue a little bit. I was in total control. Much to my surprise, the twitching of his body brought me pleasure. It was like a fish out of water. When it was over I inherently knew that I had tasted life for the first time through the eyes of a woman. Not only had I discovered how to get a guy's attention, but also the secret to getting money, cars, or anything else I wanted from a man. I had power, and I guess that's all that really matters.