Warning, strong sexual content, some forced, multi partner, gang sex, and strong language. Hope you enjoy. Thanks for reading.
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I've always known I was different, but never just how different until just after I turned twenty five.
My life started in abandonment. I was left in the waiting room of a hospital. A nurse found me, took me right up to the baby ward, and I was checked for all known illnesses. I was new born, only hours old, healthy, and strong. I also solved a problem that had arisen some hours back. There was a lot of talk, some stating why it was a bad idea, others on the great chance it was.
After being given a clean bill of health, I was slipped into the nursery under the name Gemini DeSoto. My new dad knew the truth, but mom was never told about the switch.
Her real daughter had died just before they found me, and mom was in bad shape. Revealing her baby had died, would have likely killed her. So dad agreed to the switch, thankful of my timely arrival. It was decided that the baby, the real Gemini, would be put down as baby doe, and a death certificate made up to attest that she'd been found dead. It was chancy in case my real mother came back for me, but she never did.
I was fifteen, my mother had just died, when dad admitted the truth to me. He promised he'd never regretted it. In his eyes I was their daughter. It was also when he stopped coming home every night. Everyone deals with death in their own way. Mine became an obsession with all things sex, except for the act its self.
I set my goal three years later. I would shake off my virginity, and I would do so with none of the younger boys my own age. Instead I waited for the guy down the road to come back from college for the weekend. He was twenty six. I knew his parents were gone for the week, so I felt sure he would be alone most of the weekend.
Just a little after dark I snuck through the back shrubs. He was sitting by the pool reading. The lights around the back were bright enough to make it nearly daylight, but the wall of shrubs around the place kept the lights from bugging his neighbors.
I sidled up and cleared my throat.
"Well, where did you come from?" he asked.
"I live a few houses down. Your parents let me swim here from time to time." I answered, and it wasn't a lie. I used the pool a lot while they were away, also watering plants and feeding the fish.
"Oh, I think they said something about that. You can make yourself at home. Want a soda?" he asked.
"Sure thing," I answered. As soon as he was gone I shucked my cloths and dove into the pool. I did this a lot too. I loved the feel of water on the parts of me that were usually covered.
"If you're here to feed the fish you're too late. I already did that." He popped the top on the can and set down to dangle is feet in the water.
I swam slowly up and took the can from his hand. His mouth hung open.
He looked over to my pile of cloths. "Are you naked?"
"Why don't you come in and see," I answered.
"B bu but . . . how old are you?" he stuttered.
"Older than I look, you're safe." He wasn't if his parents found out, but who was going to tell? I wasn't. Besides, I was eighteen now, even though I didn't look it. Most people guessed me at around fifteen, and they were wrong.
I backed away, still holding the can, treading water back out to the middle of the pool. He slid in. In just a short time his trunks were on the edge of the pool. He was a handsome guy with blue eyes the color of smoke, sandy blonde hair, and long toned limbs. As he swam out I drained the soda can and tossed it to the pile that was my cloths, and then dove deep to skim the bottom of the pool. I've always been a very good swimmer. This time I was the monster in the water, and I watched him kick as I glided below him and then up along the front of him, noting that the rest of the package wasn't bad either.
I trailed my hands along his sides as I came up before him.
"Bold little thing too, aren't you?" He had no Idea until I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips. I locked my lips to his, tasting him, taking in the smell of him with the pools water. It was arousing, and my body moved of its own accord.
I trailed kisses down his neck to his shoulders and rubbed myself against him until we both panted.
"What say we go someplace more comfortable?" he asked, and I realized if we didn't get out of the pool, we might well drown.
Keeping my legs locked around his hips I paddled us to the shallow end where the stairs were and then once more clung to him like an eel. I knew what I wanted, and I had to be sure he wanted it too.
Without taking his lips from mine, he picked me up and carried me from the pool and into the house. When we were part way up the stairs to the second floor, I pushed down a little until I could feel him against my entrance.
"Keep that up and we'll be doing it right here on the stairs." He said in a hoarse voice.
I didn't care, I just wanted it, so I pushed down again.
I felt the soft carpet on my back as he laid me down and drove into me. It was like lightning through me, that first penetration, but I had been prepared. He on the other hand hadn't.
"Oh my God, you were a . . ." He started.
"But not anymore, stop worrying about it." I said, moving back and forth on what still snuggled deep inside of me. I leaned back so he could see himself moving freely in and out. I knew there would be a little blood, but I didn't think it would be that bad, and it wasn't. With a moan, he scooped me up again and dashed to the bedroom. He made my first time more than I had ever expected, and set my taste for older men.
