Divine Justice: Conner’s Beginning

Conner Evans was, in three words, unlucky, unappreciated, and unliked. To say that he lived in hell was an understatement. He lived in a degree of hell that only the devil could stand. Standing at somewhere around six foot two inches tall, he wasn’t a lightweight. Conner had some muscle built up from everyday things like running form stray dogs in the neighborhood or lifting furniture to appease his god awful foster parents. He wasn’t ugly by any means, sporting brown hair with some strange mixture of black and blonde thrown in and a set of hazel colored eyes. Somehow, with a decent grade of intelligence and some dashing good looks, he was unlucky. If anyone had told Conner Evans that his life was about to change for the better in one summer he would have considered it, maybe even hoped. If someone had told him how it would have come about he would have laughed.

On some dismal Saturday just before the last week of his junior year, Conner Evans woke up. He didn’t make any noise, afraid that the unwanted sound would cause problems in the house. He ran a hand through his thick bedhead and rolled over onto his stomach. He lay there for just a minute and thought. His thoughts turned from the day of the week to school to his friends to his family to sadness and then back to his friends. He had, for the past week, noticed something in one of his friends. Maia, the dark haired beauty of his group of friends, had started to be friendlier as of late. She had sat beside him at lunch, purposefully started a banter match and had intentionally pushed and bumped him whenever she could. The thought of what this possible instance meant began to stir Conner’s morning wood to a full mast. He slid his hand down to take care of the issue almost automatically, stroking his six inches lightly at first. Conner shut his eyes again and drifted into thought…

Conner arrived on Maia Valentine’s doorstep fairly early. He had thought that the traffic would delay him but he had been happily mistaken. When she answered the door he smiled wide, showing a perfect smile. She did the same, but her smile just made the rest of her look perfect. Her body was something of a legend among the guys in their group, a perfect model figure that never required her to work out. Her tits were eye candy, rounding out from her tight stomach at somewhere around a C-cup they figured. Her ass… Gary dreamed of that ass every night he had said once. Conner didn’t blame him. It was a perfect fit to any man’s palm, firm and tight but soft as anyone dared to imagine it. Conner and Maia hugged, both lingering there for a moment…

Conner opened his eyes at the sound of something beeping harshly. He continued to stroke his cock, stopping every once in a while to place the blanket between the palm of his hand and his wood. He shut his eyes and dropped back…

…Before she invited him in.

‘Your early’ Maia smiled that seductive, perfectly innocent smile.
‘I thought that I would be delayed by… well everything. But I got here undisturbed. A miracle in itself, huh?’ Conner continued to smile. The two sat down on the couch, Maia curling up and actually resting her head on Conner’s shoulder as they resumed watching some strange show that Conner didn’t really understand. His arm was, completely by chance, around her shoulder as she was curled up against him. Idly it moved to her back, his fingers reaching around to her side. His hand slid on her shirt in a circle, not going anywhere with it just moving his hand in what was a friendly gesture making them both quite happy. He could feel the strap of her bra under the fabric of her t-shirt, sprouting an erection under his jeans…
Conner opened his eyes again, stopped on that part of his fantasy for a moment. He replayed it through his mind, knowing that he was not quite close but closer than he had been a short bit ago. Checking the alarm clack he saw that it read eight forty eight. He heard the stirring of his foster sister and he shut his eyes…
The show was boring, but the two watched it and Conner simply rubbed his hand on her back and side. When he looked over at Maia he saw that her eyes were half shut in what he could only hope to be pleasure. His hand ventured further up and down with every motion, touching her shoulder and reaching down to the waistband of her Nike shorts. Suddenly she got up and went to the bathroom. After a few minutes she was back, cuddled up to his side again. Conner abstained from petting her, worried that he had messed up and made her uncomfortable.

‘Are you going to keep going?’ Maia looked up at him innocently.

‘Sorry I thought that maybe you didn’t like it…’

‘Oh trust me, I liked it. I don’t mind the feeling of your arm around my shoulders either…’ Maia and Conner were inches apart, his eyes looking directly into hers and nearly drowning in them. Then they were kissing, kissing lightly and then passionately. His arm around her shoulder tightened and pulled her in, her arms sliding up to embrace his neck. Suddenly Her top is off revealing a teasing pink and black polka dot bra with lace around the edges. Conner’s shirt is gone, the kiss now passionate and full of gasps for air. She’s on her back on the couch, Conner on top of her with his hands around her ass and her legs wrapped around his waist. She’s moaning as he kisses his way down her neck to her bra and the flesh of her chest. Conner slides his hands up her silky smooth back and unclasps the bra. As it falls away he stokes her back and kisses at her…

Conner grunted in reality as he came. His hand clenched around his cock and held against the sperm rushing up his member. Once the orgasm subsided he threw off the covers and walked into the bathroom, releasing the threatening fluids into the toilet. He climbed into the shower and let the hot water ease his aching muscles.

Once Conner was awake and fully clothed he ventured down the steps into the lions den. The house that he lived in was a large two-story structure designed for the wealthy Reefer’s by a relative and built with their money. Maria Reefer was an accountant for a few wealthy couples and Frederick Reefer was a successful lawyer. These jobs meant travel and long workdays, not to mention bank accounts. All for the other kids at least. Conner was the third, twin girls his age taking the rooms directly across from his in the hallway of the second floor. They each had credit cards and cars, not to mention all the freedom they wanted. Conner had zilch.

The bank account on his debit card was provided for by his uncle and used only under three rules: it had to be used on dates, it had to be used for small items that were needed in the everyday, and for emergency purposes. Conner smiled at the thought of Uncle William. Then he was pushed from behind to fall down the last three steps and land on his head. Looking up dazedly he found Erica and Hannah staring down at him. As he stood he put his hand to the back of his head to check the spot he had hit. His fingers found blood, though a small amount. He scowled at the two before heading to the fridge.

“Next time move when I tell you to move, creep.” Erica sneered at his back. Conner nearly threw the jug of milk at her. Hannah simply grabbed her cereal box and sat down. Conner grabbed a bottle of water and a bottle of Mountain Dew from the fridge. When he shut the door and looked at the twins, he was forced to frown and grimace at the same time. They were attractive girls who were at their core manipulators. They were identical twins, meaning each had the straight red hair and icy clue eyes to contrast, not to mention the cheerleading athlete body that was a combination of god’s gift to man and the devil’s best efforts at creating lust. Conner had seen the tags on the various pieces of lingerie, noting the 36C bust and the constantly wet panties. He had never sniffed anything (due only to willpower) and had only looked briefly at the tags while looking for deodorant in a hamper, but the numbers and the facts had stuck. They were most likely in the top ten hottest girls in the high school, most likely ranking first because they were twin cheerleaders who were smart and outgoing. He shook the thoughts of the two and school from his head and walked to the pantry. He pulled out a bag of his cereal and grabbed the bottles before heading up to his room.

Conner grabbed his old blue backpack and threw the breakfast inside. Walking downstairs again he headed for the door. He stopped at the sound of Erica shouting at him. He turned and looked at her for a minute.

“Where the fuck do you think your going leech? You haven’t done anything at all! Mom left us a chore list like every other Saturday, so put the backpack up and do your fucking part!” Conner ground his teeth together at the sight of the list.