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Tera
At a glance, my summer looked like it was shaping up to be exceptionally fun.
Still living at home made things easy for me. Even during the school year, I stayed in Laguna Beach at my parents' home. A place where I grew up with what many would call "free range parents".
Alice and Luke, my parents, travelled extensively. Yet they always provided for us. My sister and I had anything and everything we wanted. The only thing we may have sometimes lacked was guidance. And at times, it led us into trouble. Nothing big, but trouble, nevertheless.
Most of my troubles were fight related. They started when I reached high school. My sister, who is three years older than me, was a senior in the graduating class when I was freshman. She cut a path that I wasn't interested in following. Yet I was still guilty by association.
Like me, my older sister was never in need of money, our parents provided anything we needed, and that included a sizable allowance. Yet, Tera, being the rebellious flower child she was, sold weed for some reason. And if selling weed wasn't enough, she was also a slacker. A bad student who etched our family name into the high school "bad books". But what brought down the house was Tera is a diehard, down to the core, lesbian. Haircut, clothes, mannerisms, you name it. Tera hated men and her favorite pastime was luring and stealing attractive girls away from their boyfriends. Yes, she was a tough act to follow.
The fights came from defending the "family name" and, only two or three times, following Tera's lead of hooking up with girls who were already spoken for, but that's another story.
*****
Back to the present...
For a few extra bucks, I work at a board shop and give the occasional surfing lesson, but only to those I deemed worthy. And by worthy, I mean those who want to really learn how to surf, not vacationers who want to tell their friends that they surfed and rode a wave in California while on vacation.
Working in the shop gives me access to any and all of the new equipment that comes in. It also allows me to live the carefree surf lifestyle. I have other jobs which include being head groundskeeper at my parent's place and at my older sister's place.
Yep, I sell off my gardening skills in exchange for tuition, a Ford Bronco, and a roof over my head. It seems like a fairly reasonable exchange. My services for a life I enjoyed. And let's face it, the work I do at my parent's place is mostly for me, because they are seldom around to enjoy the pool, hot tub, sauna, outdoor kitchen, or anything else you can name.
Because I live here, I don't schedule visits. I fix, clean, cut and trim whenever is needed. But with my sister, I always book appointments. Monday and Friday mornings. Those are her days. The days she picked. The days she tries to make my life a living hell.
Tera and her partner, Lilly, live in Mission Viejo in a house my parents own. They aren't far away. It is a much smaller place than where I live but the pool is always dirtier and has fruit trees that make cutting the grass a pain in the ass. But that isn't what makes my life miserable. Lilly does that for me.
A petite, dark skinned Mexican, Lilly is only a year older than me. She and Tera have been dating since Tera graduated and soon laid claim to the house they live in. When I visit, Lilly has a thing about walking around, naked.
Her tiny frame is highlighted by a firm little ass and a pair of perky tits with dark, chocolate brown nipples. Those things, accompanied by her long raven black hair, make my cock stir every time I arrive. Just the sight of her nude body in the secluded yard causes my brain to race. Like any 21-year-old male, I want to do things with her. Boy, girl things. Things my lesbian sister can't.
For the past few years, I have complained to both Tera and my parents. But no one cares. Alice and Luke laugh it off. My father says I'm a "lucky bastard", and Tera calls me a "pervert" for staring at my future sister-in-law.
Tera always goes on to say that nudity is the most natural thing in the world but, apparently, it's only natural for Lilly, because ever since I can remember, Tera has dressed like a shitty white rapper. Even on the hottest days, she wears chains, trucker caps, and oversized tops and shorts. Top those off with the whitest of white ADIDAS sneakers, and she screams, DYKE. Her word, not mine.
*****
Keying in the entry code, I push open the side gate to my sister's place. It is the easiest way in. Plus, all the pool supplies and the lawn mower are in a shed near the gate.
Sure enough, the pungent smell of weed is wafting through the morning air. Tera, dressed in all black, is rubbing her naked girlfriend with tanning oil.
It has to be for my benefit. At only 8:15am, the sun is still mostly behind the trees. There is sunlight, but none of it is touching down in their backyard.
"Cabana boy," Tera calls out when she sees me. It irritates me because she sees herself as a man, yet she won't lift a finger to do any of the chores associated with owning a home.
"TT" was my response. It caused Lilly to chuckle and Tera to snarl.
TT was Tera's high school nickname. Some say it stood for "titty twister", others say it stood for "twat taster". I think it stood for both. But it was a nickname saved for special occasions. I normally just went with "Tee".
Taking a knee to fill the vacuum hose with water and plug it into the skimmer, I look over to the lounger where Lilly is laying. Her legs are parted enough to show off hints of pink skin between the folds of brown. And of course, Tera catches me looking. With a smile, her fingers push some of the oil into the short curls of Lilly's pubes.
God, I hate them both.
*****
The morning goes by faster than I anticipate. I put everything away and am almost ready to go, when a still nude Lilly, comes over to talk with me.
"Tera has a favor she would like to ask you."
"Where is she?"
"In the house."
"Kind of hard for her to ask from there."
"Well, that's the problem, Cole. She...well, she'd like me to ask it for her."
My head shakes without me even trying to stop it or hold back from doing so. Tera and my long history of avoiding one another is continuing. I assume she needs me to pick up some booze or weed for her but, if I recall correctly, she has a delivery guy for that. And for food. And for Amazon. And for every other thing she or Lilly ever needs.
"Go ahead," I urge.
"It's not that easy. It not as simple yes or no. You'll have to be open minded about your answer."
"Open minded?"
"Yeah. Forward thinking. You'll have to be open to our needs and wants. You'll..."
"I get it. My mind is open. How could it not be. I watched my sister making out with her naked girlfriend all morning while I was doing their yardwork. Doesn't get more 'open minded' than that. So, could you move along and ask the question."
"Are you angry with me?"
"No. It's probably jealousy more than anything else."
Small goosebumps appear on Lilly's dark skin. Her nipples are rock hard. She is feeling a chill only she can sense. The rest of us only feel the heat of the California midday sun. She grins devilishly because I just admitted to enjoying the sight of her naked flesh. It wasn't really a secret, but now, I had actually said it.
"We want to have a baby."
"And?" I ask innocently enough.
What comes next would have never popped into my mind. Not even in a weird sex dream.
"And...one of us doesn't have the required equipment."
"Meaning..."
"Really? What part don't you get?"
"Look, Lilly. I'm in a bit of a hurry. I'm meeting friends at San Clemente. The beach awaits, so if you don't mind."
"Jesus Christ. Tera's right, you are..." she pauses and looks at me with a strange look in her eye. When she resumes speaking, it is clear and concise. "We need a sperm donor. You're Tera's family. We want our baby to look like your family. We want you, a male family member, to donate your sperm."
I am still laughing while I drive down San Diego Freeway.
They've dreamed up a new way to humiliate me. Make me agree to rub one out into a jar so they can get some weird enjoyment from it. Nope, not today. I'm not prepared to be the subject of their ridicule. No. I'm not about to agree to any of their sick suggestions.
*****
"Sport, what's up?"
It's a rare sighting of the "elusive parents". My mother is climbing over the edge of the hot tub with a pair of glasses in her hands. Luke, my father, has an ice bucket and a bottle of rose' in his.
"Not much. How was Portugal?" They've been back from their trip for two days, but this is the first time I've seen them.
"Beautiful. Such wonderful people. But, if your father stopped at one more castle, I swear to God. I would have killed him."
"Not a castle person, Mom?"
"I love castles. Just not a billion of them. And in Portugal, there's one on every darn corner."
"I suppose seeing all that history can be tiring and a wee bit boring."
"Right," Mom says, even though I'm mocking her in a fun way.
Mom has a way of being nonchalant about impressive things. I go to the University of California, Irvine. My career path is a course in Chemical and Biomolecular Engineering or CBE as the big boys at school like to call it. My mother, on the other hand, refers to it as, "a course for all those Breaking Bad assholes who want to learn how to cook meth, so they can make a few bucks on the side." Yeah, she downplays everything.
"How'd it go at Tera's on Friday," my dad asked.
"Same as always."
"Not what we heard."
What bullshit story did Tera makeup about Friday? I went over, cleaned the pool, and cleaned up their yard. The place looked way better than it had when I arrived.
"Tell me what you heard."
"Well..." said my mother. "We heard you declined Tera's request."
"What request? Tera and I literally didn't speak to one another."
"Via proxy. We heard she made a request and you refused it."
"Come on. You guys know about this? You know what Lilly asked me?"
My rich, smart as fuck, dimwitted as shit, father looked at me and smiled.
"Son, it was mom and I, who made the suggestion to use you."
"WHAT!"
