That evening over dinner, according to plan, Eve announced that she wanted to take Darci out for a movie following dinner tomorrow. Sam didn't know how she could say it so calmly and naturally in front of their father given what they both knew. Their father did not object, although their mother raised the matter of the scheduling conflict. Darci though, unwittingly did herself the biggest favor and insisted that she go with Eve. There was nothing like an adoring little sister wanting to spend time with her big sister.
Later Sam and Eve met in her room again, and he shared with his sister Trina's reaction to all that had happened. "I don't care if she hates you forever, Sam," Eve said. "We're not gonna let Dad do this to Darci."
"I know," Sam said. "I like her, but..." His voice caught, and Eve wrapped her arms around him.
"I'll be okay," she assured him. "She's just scared for her dad. You said it yourself, she knows her parents aren't ever getting back together. She's in denial and just doesn't want to admit it."
"Do you think she really hates me?" Sam asked.
"No. You're the best thing that's happened to her since it all began." That alone helped Sam sleep that night.
He woke early on Saturday morning, but lay in bed for what felt like a few hours. He wondered what it was like for Trina to wake up on Saturday, knowing what was in store for her in the evening. She always spoke so openly and frankly about sex and the things she did, as though she was comfortable with it all. Sam knew she hated it though, but it was something she didn't have a choice in doing in the first place.
Time seemed to drag by all day. He tried playing video games, reading books, watching TV, masturbating in the treehouse, but nothing (especially masturbating) took the thought of Trina being used by men later that night from his mind.
Eve and Darci didn't even stay for dinner, and left early to get something to eat on their own. Sam ate quietly with his parents, trying not to look like he was avoiding looking at his father, but the hate he felt for the man seemed to just fill his brain every time he heard his voice. It wasn't until he left, ostensibly to play poker with the guys, that Sam felt he could relax.
He sat with his mother watching TV, the two of them home alone. During a commercial break, his mother picked up the remote and muted the sound so she could speak.
"Sam, honey, you're 12 now, and I'm sure you've started to notice your body is changing." Sam's jaw dropped and he looked at her in quiet horror.
"M-Mom, I—"
"I know this will be a little embarrassing for you to hear, but soon you will experience, probably while you are sleeping, your first ejaculation."
"M-Mom!" His protests fell on deaf ears, and for the next 15 minutes, he was subjected to an uneasy monologue from his mother on the birds and the bees.
Eve and Darci got home about 8:30, elder sister looking a little bedraggled and little sister beaming from ear to ear. Their father got home much later, scent of cigar smoke carried into the house with him.
The next day, around noon, the door bell rang while Sam was in his room. He heard his mother's footsteps go to the door. A voice spoke, followed by his mother's reply. "Of course, come in. I think he's in his room. Sam! You have a little visitor!" There was a cheer in his mother's voice that Sam had never heard before, but it bothered him a little. He came out to see who it was and couldn't believe it.
"Hello, Sam," Trina said, that pleasant smiling mask on her face. "I thought that we might do our math homework together," she had her backpack slung over her shoulder.
"Uh, y-yeah, sure," he answered. He looked at his mom who was watching the two of them with an expression of absolute glee.
"Have you had lunch yet, Trina?" his mother asked. "We normally just fend for ourselves on the weekend, but I can fix something for you and Sam."
"Thank you, Mrs. Shelton, but I've already eaten," Trina said politely.
"Well, let's get you two settled in at the table so you can get some work done!" Sam wanted to crawl into some hole and die over the enthusiasm his mother was displaying and had a feeling she'd be hovering the entire time.
"W-we could do it in my room," he suggested, since that was where he usually did his homework.
"Oh Sam, there's just not enough room. You two need space to spread out," she argued. Sam heard footsteps behind him and saw Trina and his mom adjust their gaze to behind him.
"What's going on here?" asked Sam's father. Sam turned to look at him. If he recognized Trina, there was no hint of it on his face.
"This is Sam's classmate, Trina. She's come to do her homework with him," Sam's mother explained.
"Well, hello Trina. It's nice to meet you."
"Pleased to meet you as well, sir," she responded with a poker face matching his.
"If you two need a place to work, you could use my study," Sam's father offered helpfully. "It's got a table the two of you could work at." Sam did his best to hide how sick he felt. The offer was so specific, so pointed, that surely it had been intended to get a reaction out of Trina, but she didn't even raise an eyebrow.
"Oh! Of course, what better place to study than in a study," added Sam's mom, cheerily clueless to the subtext.
"N-no, really, we'll be fine in my room," Sam insisted. "C'mon, it's this way," he said to Trina, who showed a brief smirk before following him past the man who had fucked her a week ago to the day in the room across from Sam's bedroom.
"O-oh, okay then," said Sam's mom as they left her behind. "Leave your door open," she added, slightly nervous about her son being alone in a room with a girl.
No sooner than they were both in his room when Trina produced a folded note from her pocket and handed it to Sam. 'Don't ask out loud. He'll hear.' it read. Sam nodded and stuck it in his pocket. "Would, uh, would you like a pillow to sit on?"
"Yes, please," Trina responded, taking the pillow offered from Sam's bed. She held her tennis style skirt to the back of her legs and sat chastely upon it. Sam sat beside her on the floor, and watched as she got out her math book and notebook. Trina looked at Sam. "Shouldn't you get your book as well?"
"Oh! Right," he scrambled to his feet and got his backpack from beside the door. He poked his head out into the hall and saw his mom at the other end looking back at him, only to suddenly look away as though she hadn't been wondering what had happened to the little boy she had 'the talk' with the night before. Sam sighed, and came back to Trina. "Sorry about my mom. I think she's going to be kind of a pain." Trina just smiled and opened her book.
Sam's mom interrupted their studying twice, first to offer milk and cookies, and again 5 minutes later just to see if they still didn't want milk and cookies, before Sam heard his dad tell her to leave them alone. For once this week, the man did something that didn't piss Sam off.
They did as Trina had said she came to do, and did their homework together, but also they passed a series of notes between them regarding the other matter on both their minds.
'I've decided to help,' wrote Trina. 'You were right. I'm sorry.'
'Help how?' Sam asked.
'Is your sister home?' Trina asked. 'We should all talk together.'
'Yes, her room is downstairs.' Sam drew a rough map of the house, marking on it where his sister's bedroom window was located. 'Easy to get in window from outside,' he wrote.
They worked solely on the math for about 15 minutes before Trina ripped another square for another note, but paused hesitantly before writing it. Sam looked at her, curious about what was on her mind. She glanced up at him watching her, and smiled shyly, her mask gone for that instant, reminding Sam of those other fleeting genuine expressions he'd seen on her face in the past week. The smile seemed to grow into a broad set of nearly perfect teeth before she shook her head furiously, and put the paper aside. Sam grabbed it and wrote, 'What?'
'Tell you later.'
Sam didn't need to write 'okay' in response, but he grabbed at the paper to do so, and for a moment covered Trina's hand with his own. They met with their eyes, and Sam looked away quickly. "Sorry," he said.
"Don't be," she told him, before pulling the note back to herself, and drawing a small heart on it. She passed it back to him, smiling another genuine smile.
"Who's she?" asked a voice from the doorway. Sam looked up and saw Darci standing there.
"This is Trina, Darc," he answered. "We're doing homework, so go away." Darci, being the perfect little sister, instead came into Sam's bedroom.
"Is she your girlfriend?" Sam looked at Trina who was back in her smiling mask, but was certainly amused.
"N-no," he said, though he wanted to say yes.
"Oh. Well why were you guys looking so lovey dovey then?" Trina snorted, holding back a laugh at how dead on the little girl's intuition was.
"What if we are?" Trina asked Darci. "What if I'm his secret girlfriend?"
"Mom said we can't have boyfriends or girlfriends until we're 15," Darci answered. There had been quite a fight a few years ago between Eve and their mother on that very topic, Sam recalled. "Sam would be breaking the law."
"It's not a law, Darc, it's a rule. Now go bother Eve or something," Sam told her. Instead she sat down next to Trina.
"How do you spell your name?"
"T-r-i-n-a."
"Cool. That's a cool name. It's like Tina, but not really. I spell my name with an 'i' at the end instead of a 'y' and it also doesn't have a little comma in the air between the letters. Do you have any brothers or sisters?"
"I used to," Trina answered, surprising Sam.
"Did he die?"
"Darci!" Sam scolded, but Trina raised her hand to quiet him.
"She, and yes. She passed away when I was a baby," Trina answered.
"Oh...what was her name?"
"Sadie."
"I have a doll with that name!" Darci, exclaimed, and hopped to her feet running out of the room saying, "I'll go get her!"
"We might as well just go to her room," Sam said, sighing. "She'll haul every little accessory in here to show you. She loves that doll. Treats it like it's her baby."
"Every girl loves her dolls," Trina answered, getting to her feet. Sam stood as well, and the pair made the short trip to Darci's room, where Sam spent the next 20 minutes watching Trina and Darci chat, laugh, and play together as though they were of an age themselves. Playtime came to an end though when Sam's mom came back to see what this new source of noise was. "Oh, what time is it, Mrs. Shelton?" Trina asked.
"It's a little before one, I think," answered Sam's mother. "Do you need to go?"
"I should, yes. I have some errands to run before getting home." Sam wondered with a heavy stomach what she meant by that. Sam returned to his bedroom, Trina making a small detour to the bathroom, before joining him to pack her things. "Well, we got most of it done," she said, placing his pillow back on the bed.
"Huh?"
"Our homework," she clarified.
"Oh. Yeah. Went pretty fast," he agreed with her as she slung the backpack over her shoulder.
"Time flies when you're having fun," she added, the mask gone as she smiled at him.
"Y-yeah," Sam said, smiling himself.
He escorted her to the front door, drawing the attention of Sam's mother, who craned her head around the corner to watch them, and Sam acted the part. "T-thanks for coming over, Trina," he said. "You really helped me."
"You're welcome, Sam," she said, smiling that pleasant smile again that Sam knew to be her public mask. "We should do it again some time."
"Y-yeah," Sam said awkwardly. "I, uh, I'll see you tomorrow then."
"Yep. See you soon," Trina replied, referring to their secret meeting in Eve's room, opening the door and leaving. Sam closed the door behind her, and sighed. Even though she had only been gone a few seconds, he felt lonely with out her.
"Soooo," said a voice from behind that made him jump. He turned and saw his mom standing behind him. "That was quite the sigh you had there, mister. Do you like her?"
"Mooom..."
"It's only natural. She's a very pretty young lady," she offered.
"She was very polite too," said his father's voice from the other direction. Sam turned and tried not to scowl at him. Only a week ago he had called Trina horny to her face as she was forced to suck his cock clean, and now he was complimenting her on manners.
"And Darci really enjoyed playing with her as well," his mother offered, which got a reaction out of Sam's dad.
"Oh? They met?"
"Yes, just before she left they were all in Darci's room playing with her dolls. Sam too."
"Mom, I was not playing with the dolls," Sam protested.
"Well you were there," she shrugged.
"You should have Trina over again, Sam," his father said. "Maybe she and Darci will become good friends." Sam didn't find that suggestion funny in the way he felt his father meant it, but it made his mother chuckle.
"Oh, Richard," laughed Sam's mother. "Trina is Sam's age. She'd be coming over to see him, not Darci." She gave Sam a wink. Sam had to get out of there. Trina was waiting for him downstairs, probably wondering where he was.
"Can I go now?" he asked, sounding pained.
"Of course. You're not in jail or anything," his mother answered. "We're just teasing you a little." Sam took that opportunity beat a hasty retreat into the basement. Whatever he, Trina, and Eve talked about it would have to be quick. The only logical reason for him to be in the basement would be because that's where the video game consoles were, and if his parents came looking for him and found him in Eve's room instead, it would raise questions.
He hurried to Eve's closed bedroom door and burst in to find Eve and Trina sitting on the bed sharing a laugh.
"What took you so long?" asked Trina.
"Sorry. My parents decided I needed to be teased because I spoke to a girl in front of them," he replied as he closed the door.
"Sam, why didn't you tell me she was coming over?" Eve asked. "She scared the hell out of me when she knocked on my window."
"I didn't know she was coming over. I was surprised too. She said she wants to help us."
"Really?" Eve asked Trina.
"Yeah. Last night...last night was bad." Sam and Eve shared a look, both of them thinking they had saved Darci from something that seemed to shake even Trina, who had seemed hardened to those sorts of things.
"L-like what?" Eve asked, letting her curiosity get the better of her.
"Sam's told you about what I do, right?" Eve nodded. Trina continued. "Well, they came for me in the waiting room with the others, and took a little girl too. Usually the little girls are just used for their mouths, to get things wet or to clean things off." She paused, looking at the siblings who were conspiring to save just such a little girl from such things. "We went in the room and undressed. I got on the bed, and she started licking me. The guy told her to stop, and told me to lick her instead. There was only one reason we'd do that, and she knew immediately what it meant." Trina held her sides as she recalled the memory.
"She cried the whole time. Every lick I gave her down there just made her cry harder, and then, when he came over...he made me hold her as he—"
"S-stop," Eve said, disturbed and having heard enough. "I-I get it. So how do we put an end to it?"
"We have to steal the underwear," Trina said. "When somebody new joins, they get one of the girls to play with herself and make some panties wet. For the new guy to join, he has to jerk off into that underwear, and it's kept as blackmail to be used as evidence against him if he tries to break the rules or tries to tell somebody. It has his cum DNA and her wet pussy DNA, so it would prove he was doing stuff to her."
"Okay," said Eve, slowly processing this. "So when we steal it, what do we do with it? Sam said he thought that the police were bad guys too."
"They are, kinda," Trina agreed. "My dad's used me to pay for parking tickets, but it's always the same cop that does me. I guess we'd have to find a good police man."
"Or police woman," Sam added, making both girls grin.
"So, then how are you going to steal it?" Eve asked, and Trina's smile faded.
"I...I don't know," she said, realizing she hadn't thought that part out. "I only ever go there on the weekends, and they search any bags that are brought in." She furrowed her brow, looking sad that her idea had been so easily unraveled.
"It's okay," Sam said. "We'll think of something. We have to, to save more kids from being hurt." Trina nodded at his encouragement.
"Yeah, we'll do it," she added. She glanced up at the clock on the wall. "I should go. If I think of something I'll tell Sam at school and we can try to meet again." She stood up, and hugged Sam. "I'm sorry I got mad at you."
"It's okay. I'm sorry my dad is a dick," he replied. Eve then hugged the both of them together.
"You guys know this means our dads are going to jail, right?" Eve pointed out. Sam and Trina nodded, understanding.
"Our dad deserves it, for Darci," Sam said.
"Mine does too," Trina added. "He sold me for his addiction, and tricked me into believing it was a good thing." The three kids came apart and headed to the window. Trina put a foot up on the small stair-like bookcase under the window, but paused and turned to Sam, kissing him on the cheek. "See you after school, Sam," she said with a real smile, and went up and out of the house. Sam turned to look at Eve, who was grinning at him.
"She is totally into you," Eve teased.
"Yeah, I know," Sam said. "I'm into her too."
That night as Sam lay down in his bed, he noticed the pillow was a little out of place, probably because he had given it to Trina to sit on. When he repositioned it to where it was more comfortable, his hand felt something under it. Drawing his hand out, he looked curiously at the object in the darkness for a moment before realizing what it was. It was a pair of underwear. Girl's underwear. Folded inside of them was a torn off piece of notebook paper with a heart drawn on it.
A note fell from Sam's locker the next day when he opened it after 2nd period. 'Lunch. 57.' A heart was drawn beside the number. The 45 minutes of 3rd period and the 30 of homeroom seemed to last forever.
The student body of Sam's school was divided into 3 sections, which rotated through three locations during the 90 minute lunch period: a homeroom, the cafeteria, and a choice between going to the library or going outside to the field. Since Sam and Trina were in the same section, they followed the same lunch rotation. Sam made a beeline from homeroom to the unused hallway. Unlike after school, there were several students out in the halls now making the move from homeroom to lunch room, but it was such chaos that Sam was able to enter the empty classroom without being noted.
"Where were you?" asked Trina, standing up with a cross expression.
"I was in homeroom," Sam said, thinking it should have been obvious.
"You were supposed to ditch and come here."
"O-oh. Your note said 'lunch' so I thought..."
Trina sighed. "Guess we only have an hour then," she said and came over to Sam, pushing him against the wall and pressing her mouth to his. Sam was stunned, but not as stunned as he was 3 seconds later when he felt her tongue go into his mouth. He froze in place as Trina did what she wanted to his mouth. When she'd had enough, she stepped back and grinned sheepishly. "Too much tongue?"
"I...I don't know..." Sam said, not knowing what that whole thing she'd just done was.
"Sorry. I kinda forgot you're new to this. One of the other girls and I have to do it sometimes. It's called French kissing. I'll teach you some other time. But for now..." she placed her hand on the front of his pants.
"Here?!" Sam asked, never thinking she'd actually want to do it during school at school.
"Yeah, here," she cooed, rubbing the hard object behind the denim. "You found my present when you went to bed, right?"
"Uh huh," Sam nodded. She took his hand and guided it under her dress. Sam felt only wet, soft, hot skin where cotton should have been.
"Did you bring them today?"
"N-no..."
"Then let's hope I don't leak all over the place until lunch time tomorrow." She yanked his pants down, and Sam realized he hadn't even noticed she'd undone them. "Tell me when to stop," she told him, dropping to her knees and started to lick. Although this wasn't the first time he'd been in this room Sam found it strange to be hearing the sounds of people in the halls. Students calling to their friends, laughter, footsteps. All noises he was not accustomed to when Trina was with him.
"W-what if somebody finds us here?"
"They won't," she answered. "I come here a lot, usually alone." She briefly deep throated him and then stroked it with her hand once. "That'll do." She stood up and pulled her dress off over her head and undid the clasp in the center of her bra. "Wanna do me up against the wall or sitting in your lap?" She dropped her bra to the floor beside her dress.
"I, uh, I don't know," Sam said, staring at her naked body. "W-what about lying down, like last time?" Trina shook her head, and tapped her still sneaker clad foot on the tile floor.
"Too hard. It'll be uncomfortable. It was killing my knees just licking your dick." She put her hands on the wall and bent over, sticking her ass out. "Like this, with you behind me, standing up, or you can sit down and I can squat down on your dick and ride you like that." Sam looked down at the floor, and didn't much care for the idea of sitting bare assed on the floor.
"The, uh, the wall, I guess."
"Cool," she said with a smile, and a waggle of her ass. "It reaches deeper like this." Sam waddled over behind her, the pants around his knees a little restricting. He looked down at her bare back and butt, but couldn't see her pussy at all.
"Uh...w-where is it?" he asked her. Trina giggled.
"Use your hand and find it, Sam. My pussy is right where it's always been." She slid her feet apart a little more and wiggled her butt. "Don't be shy. Touch wherever you want."
Sam put his hand down low and felt between her legs. Her skin was warm and smooth, which confused him at first when he didn't feel the slit he'd expected to be there. When he started to bring his hand back towards him however, he felt the skin divide into two halves. "Oh...there it is," he said, making Trina giggle. He traced it with his finger in a curve up to just where his overhead view prevented him from seeing anything.
"Unnh, there Sam. Push your finger in there," she told him, and he did, penetrating her with his index finger.
"Wow," Sam said, as he rubbed his finger around inside the soft wet tunnel that had enveloped it.
"Now that you know where my cunt is, go ahead and fuck it nice and deep for me. I've been thinking about it since this morning." Sam felt her squeeze on his finger, and his dick pulsed with envy. He pulled his finger out and looked at it, glistening with girl juices. He sniffed it, and heard Trina laugh as she watched him over her shoulder. "You like the smell of my pussy juice? Sorry I didn't leave any on those panties for you...well, not much of it anyways." She wiggled her bottom again. "C'mon. Fuck me so we can eat lunch. I'm starving." Sam saw her backpack and brown lunch bag sitting on the floor, and his own stomach gurgled in sympathy.
He took his cock in hand, and put it to the spot his finger was just at, feeling the warm wet divide spread against the tip. Trina moaned in a sort of impatient whine and he pressed his dick inside. "Oh jeez," he groaned, burying his four and a half inches into her. Trina was right, this did feel deeper, he thought, as he felt her bottom press against his belly. He moved back a little to start thrusting and to his surprise slipped out entirely.
"Don't move so much," she coached. "Put it back in and go a little slower. Hold my hips to keep me in place while you fuck."
"O-okay," he said. He grabbed his dick and placed it against her and pushed, meeting with more resistance this time.
"No! Sam, not there!" Trina yelped, moving her rear away from him. Sam was absolutely confused.
"Why? What was wrong?"
"That was my ass, Sam," she told him with a sour look. "You almost stuck it up my butt. I hate it in my butt."
"It was?" Sam looked down at her nether regions. It was hard to really see, since the lights were off in the room, and any light that might shine in from the windows was being blocked by his body, so aside from Trina's ass cheeks, Sam couldn't see much. He touched his finger to where he had put his dick.
"Butt hole," Trina informed him. He moved down just a bit. "Pussy."
"Okay, got it...sorry," he apologized. He placed his dick against the right hole, and slid it in.
"Yeah," Trina groaned happily. "Hands on my hips...mmm, yeah, good, now just mov—god, like that..." Sam felt her squeeze on him. "I love your cock, Sam."
"T-thanks," he said, feeling weird about the compliment. He continued to move his hips, pulling and thrusting no more than about an inch either way. It felt great though, the sensation of her soft moist insides rubbing all over the head of his penis. "Y-your pussy is great," he complimented in return.
"It's yours Sam," she told him, flexing her muscles and pushing back on each little stroke of his. "When we get rid of that club, I don't want anybody but you inside me...just your cock...fuck me with your cock...harder, faster." She looked over her shoulder at him. "Cum deep inside me, Sam. Every last drop." Sam dug his fingers into her hips and started to sway his hips with more urgency and force. "Ohh! Yeah...fuck yeah, like that!"
He was pumping into her with such speed that it felt like she could only squeeze herself on him with every other thrust. Sam was used to jerking off standing up in his treehouse, so this felt so much more natural to him than it had laying on top of her in the snack shack. The familiarity with the position allowed him to better control how quickly he came, but the full coverage of Trina's pussy all up and down his cock, the tightness, the wetness, the soft walls that were made for this activity more so than his hand were doing their job. He felt the pleasure building to it's peak. "Trina, I'm...I'm gonna..."
"Do it! Do it in me! Make me drip cum all day!" she demanded. Sam groaned, picturing just that, and felt the rush of semen into the shaft.
"Trina, I...I looo—" he couldn't complete the sentence as the orgasm he had inside of her emptied his mind of anything but the pleasure of cumming deep within.
"Oh! Oh I feel it! Warm Sammy cum in my cunt," she gasped and then exhaled in a series of squeaks, her pussy fluttering around the pre-teen cock depositing sperm.
Sam had his eyes squeezed shut during his strongest and thickest squirts, opening them only as the orgasm faded from it's best, and it was like the world that had fallen away for those few seconds came rushing back to him all at once. His hips were still moving, skinny cock still thrusting, little additional spurts of cum as his body expelled everything it had into Trina's quivering tunnel. He tried to keep thrusting at his pre-orgasmic pace, but found it harder to do as he was softening inside of her.
His cock slipped out and with it came the sound of fluid spattering onto the classroom's tile floor. He waddled backwards, nearly falling, and watched his ejaculate drool out of his 12-year old lover. She was panting as she straightened up and turned around, her bare little breasts heaving on her chest. Her face was flushed and she bent over again, placing her hands on her knees, looking like she had just run a naked lap at full speed around the track. "That...that was fucking great," she panted, looking up at Sam with a huge grin. "We gotta do that more often."
She went to her knees in front of Sam and licked him clean, despite his protests that the floor was hard and would hurt her knees again. She ignored him and finished with a kiss on the tip. Then out of her backpack she produced some tissues and wet wipes. Sam was impressed with how prepared she was, not only now but last week with the cruel teacher and in the snack shack with the blanket. She wiped off her inner thighs and slit, and then the puddle on the floor, depositing the messy wipes into a plastic bag for later disposal. By the time she was done, semen was again dripping from her. Sam wondered if there was any still up there at all.
"You sure came a lot," she commented, wiping with her finger and licking it off. "Think I'll dribble all through class?" The question was rhetorical, but Sam felt responsible. An idea struck him while Trina was putting her bra back on.
"Hey, I've got an idea," he said, and kicked off his shoes and pushed his pants down.
"What? You wanna do it again?" she asked, looking at his wiggling dick as he pulled his pants off.
"No. Take my underwear," he said, and pulled them off his feet to offer her.
"Oh. I guess I could," she said, taking them. Sam pulled his pants back on as she went to her backpack again and pulled out a sanitary pad. She affixed it to the boy's underwear and pulled them on. "Kinda baggy in the front," she commented, poking at the extra space. "It'll work though." She put her dress back on and they sat down together to eat lunch. They had to share Trina's sandwich and apple though, since Sam had been planning to buy in the cafeteria.
"Did you have any ideas about the plan?" Sam asked her.
"Kinda. It might have to wait until next week though. There is some stuff I need to make sure of before we try anything," she answered him.
"Next week? What if we can't keep Darci from going this weekend?" Sam asked, alarmed. He wanted this done as soon as possible.
"I dunno. You and your sister are smart though. You'll figure something out. You know, seeing your family yesterday, you guys are really different from most of the other kids' families. You have both parents and brothers and sisters at home. A lot of us are only-children and have divorced parents. It's a lot easier for our dads to drag us off to the place when there's nobody else at home to worry about." She took a bite out of the apple and handed it to Sam. "Oh! I know! You should ask your dad if you can go with him instead."
"Wha—why would I want to do that?!" Sam asked, surprised.
"Well, that way Darci won't have to go and you can fuck me more," she told him, sticking her tongue out.
"Haha, very funny," Sam deadpanned.
"Sorry. I guess I shouldn't joke. I'm kinda fucked up, aren't I?" Sam wasn't sure how to respond to that.
"W-well, you, um...you're used to it, I guess," Sam offered.
"Yeah, I guess I am." Trina contemplated for a moment. "I hated the first night, when I had to suck cocks and lick up jizz, but it was okay the next time. Then I started hating it again when they would put their fingers in me, but then it got okay after that. Then they started fucking me, and I hated that too, but...sometimes it feels good. Like I'll go in that room with whoever won me, and they pull out their cock and I look at it and I'll start to get wet. They're not all assholes, you know? Like that teacher at the other school. He was supposed to pull out, but he stayed inside and when I felt him cum in me...I came too. Your dad too. He's a real dick, but I came when he fucked me."
"What about me?" Sam asked. "Did I make you cum?"
"Not that first time. Your dick...well, it's not like big or anything like the grown up dicks, so it wasn't really, like, hitting places."
"Oh..." Sam said, feeling embarrassed.
"It wasn't your fault though, it was your first time!" she added after realizing the sting of honesty. "I mean, you got on top of me and put it in and sort of bounced around a little and then squirted. I...I wasn't, you know..." she placed her hand on his. "It wasn't like it is now."
"Now?"
"Yeah. You know...now, we're, um...you were saying it when you came...right?" Trina didn't sound sure of what she had heard, and Sam had forgotten about the word that he nearly said at his moment of climax.
"Oh...yeah...I did."
"Oh, and I totally came this time," she added. "You felt it, right? My pussy, like, moves different and stuff."
"Yeah, I felt that," Sam answered. "It was really cool." A series of tones sounded throughout the halls of the school, signaling that Sam and Trina's private lunch was over.
"You go out this door, I'll go out the other," Trina said, gesturing at room 59 on the other side of the movable wall.
"Okay. Um, what about after school? Can we meet then?"
"I want to, but I can't. Gotta get home and be normal around my mom. Can't walk in the door smelling like two loads of Sammy cum," Trina said smiling. Sam found himself enjoying the sound of how she was saying his name.
"Tomorrow?"
"Yeah. Bring my panties then. I'll let you put them back on me afterwards." She leaned in and picked him on the side of the mouth, and then changed her face to the one everybody else knew...but the mask of Trina, a nice polite smiling girl with good grades, and no hint of an interest in boys, was starting to crack thanks to Sam.
"Next week?! We can't wait that long!" Eve was not pleased when Sam gave her the rundown of his conversation with Trina. "Dad's gonna try again this weekend, you know."
"I know, but Trina said she had to make sure of some things."
"What things?"
"I don't know. She didn't say. She probably wants to make sure we don't get caught stealing the underwear or something." Sam tried to defend the delay, but understood and agreed with Eve. "We just need to keep Darci home or away from Dad or something one more time, that's all." Eve paced about her room.
"Okay, I guess we can...but we can't wait any longer. If Dad figures out what we're doing, it could be really bad."
"I know. I don't want to wait either, but I also don't want to get caught. We'll probably only get one chance to do this."
"Yeah...shit, fine. Tell Trina she needs to be sure of whatever she's thinking of doing. If she can't make something happen, I will," Eve stated finally. Sam was worried about that remark, but knew Eve was determined to protect Darci no matter what. He got up from sitting on her bed, and headed for the door. "Sam, wait." He stopped and turned around. "You guys...you and Trina...you did it again, right?"
"Y-yeah...why?" Sam felt weird admitting it to his sister. It wasn't really her business.
"When you do it, you use protection, right? Condoms or something?"
"No."
"Sam! You can't do that. It's not safe to be squirting your stuff in her. Do you know how many guys she's been used by? She's probably got all kinds of diseases and stuff, and you also don't want her to get knocked up." Eve got down on the floor and reached under her bed, and pulled out a little wooden box with a combination lock on it. She spun the dial and pulled the latch, and took out a few wrapped condoms. "Here. Use these," she said, offering them to Sam. He took them from her and looked at them.
"Okay...I don't know how though."
"You just, you know, put them on your thing before you stick in, and then you, uh, s-squirt in them, and try not to spill when you pull out. I've never really used them either, but I've seen guys use them, so...I dunno, practice or something." Sam could tell that Eve was truly uncomfortable saying that.
"You mean, like, jerk off into one?" he asked.
"Y-yeah...shit...don't tell me you do that. I mean, I guess every guy your age does it, but...I don't want to think about you cumming. You're my little brother. It's kinda gross."
"Sorry...and Eve, thanks," he told her, and left her room to smuggle the condoms back to his own room.
He lay in bed that night, looking at one of the wrapped rubbers. Eve had only given him three of them. That meant he could only do stuff with Trina three times before going back for more, and if he did jerk off with one like Eve had said, he'd only get to do it with Trina twice. Trina would know what to do with them, right? She knew all kinds of sex stuff. Condoms had to be used sometimes with her, he was sure of it. He stuffed the condom into his pillow case, where he also hid Trina's panties and drifted off to sleep.
"You want to use a rubber?" Trina asked him, a hint of offense in her voice as she unbuttoned her blouse in room 57 the next day at lunch. "You think I'm full of AIDS or something?"
"W-well, no...I mean...I don't know. Eve said I should—"
"Why are you telling your sister about this? I'm having sex with you, not with her. I like feeling you cum in me. I've been looking forward to it all day, and you want to wrap it up because your sister says so?"
"I-I don't know, Trina. I've never done any of this before, so you say one thing and Eve says something else and I just don't know. Why is sex so confusing? It feels so good, but I don't want to get you pregnant or anything."
"Why not? You wouldn't be the first," she said flatly. Sam could only look at her with a shocked expression. "Three times, Sam. I've already been knocked up three times and I'm not even 13 yet. Hell, I might be again right now, remember? Shit, even your dad did it in me during a kind of risky time, so I might get to go abort your little brother or sister in a month or so when I find out for sure." She sighed, her expression pained. "Fuck, I'm not in the mood for this anymore," she said and buttoned up her half open blouse. "You bring my panties?"
"Y-yeah." Sam got them out of his backpack and handed them over. Trina pulled them up under her skirt, and retrieved Sam's underwear from her backpack and returned them. A frosty awkward silence passed between them, each standing there with their own thoughts. Sam was still reeling from Trina's pregnancy revelation, coming to terms with just how warped her life really was.
"Look," she said, breaking the silence. "Remember what I told you after our first time? I was letting you do those things to me because I wanted you to. I wanted you to have sex with me. I wanted you to cum inside me. I wanted you to grab my boob like a little kid with a new toy. I like you, Sam...no, I more than like you. I love you. I know I'm too young to really be saying this, but if you knocked me up, I'd have it. I probably shouldn't say this either, but I like sex. I like it with you, and cumming with you, and even just sitting in class, looking at you...it makes me feel good, and that little rubber thing...it takes me away from you." She walked up to him and took his hands in hers. "I want this. I want to touch you, and feel you. You make me happy, and nothing else does. Understand?"
"Yeah," Sam nodded. They kissed. "I really care about you," he told her. "I just want to save you."
"You already did." She slid her arms around his back and hugged him close. Sam froze in place a moment before similarly wrapping his arms around her. In his ear he heard her whisper, "Wanna fuck?"
They both stripped down, going fully nude in the empty classroom. Though he had been exposed the day before, Sam felt really strange being completely naked in school. Some of that strangeness faded away though when Trina's naked body pressed against his. Her nipples rubbing on his chest, just as his cock was pressed against her belly.
"Say it to me, Sam," she requested. "Say it now while you can say it all the way, and then say it again when you cum in me."
"I...I l-love you, Trina," he said, the word like a whisper. He felt her hand wrap around him, and then she rose up onto her toes.
"Tell me if this isn't comfortable," she said, and guided him inside while they were both standing. Sam didn't find it uncomfortable, but it was a little awkward since it felt like her weight was bearing down on him.
"I-it's okay," he said, wondering in the back of his head what might happen to him if she were to move to either side suddenly. He became aware that she seemed taller than usual still. "Are you comfortable?" he asked, trying to look down at her feet to see if they were flat on the floor.
"I'm...kinda. Try moving," she told him. Sam wondered how he was going to do that, since he had almost no leverage to push into her. He pressed his hips forward and almost immediately felt their center of gravity shift dangerously towards Trina. "W-whoa!" she yelped and backpedaled on her heels. Sam let go of her and she stumbled backwards, a moment of uncomfortable friction and bending happened, and he slipped out of her.
"I don't think that worked too well," he said, rubbing at his traumatized erection.
"Y-yeah," she said. "I guess it works better if you were big enough to pick me up." Sam realized then that it was a position she had done before with one of the men.
"Why don't we just do it like we did yesterday?" he suggested. Trina's expression showed that she didn't appear to like that idea.
"I kinda wanted to do it face to face instead of all bent over," she explained.
"Oh." Sam looked around the room, as if the answer was somewhere, but the room was empty, aside from their backpacks and clothes. "Didn't you say yesterday we could do it sitting on the floor?" He grabbed his extra pair of underwear from the day before, laid it on the floor, and sat down on it. He could still feel the cold floor tile under him, but at least his butt wasn't directly on the floor.
"I guess that would work," Trina said, walking up to him. Sam realized as she stood astride his legs that his face was level with her pussy.
"Wait," he said, putting his hands on her hips. Trina looked questioningly at him for a moment, and then smiled.
"Go ahead. Have a look, but we gotta be quick. We still gotta eat too." Sam nodded and then spread her lips apart with his fingers. He marveled for a moment at the pink color within, the little gaping hole that he had just been inside and the glistening of the natural lubricant in the sunlight coming in through the windows. He eyed the little bump that was peeking out from the apex of her lips. He knew that was something important to making her feel good, and felt the urge to return the favor she had given him the day before, so he put his lips to it and kissed gently. "Sam!" Trina giggled. "Are you gonna eat me out or something?"
"Huh?" He had no idea what that meant.
"Nevermind," she said. "Can I sit on your dick now?"
"Yeah, sure," he said, licking his lips, finding a flavor he never knew before on them. Trina put her hands on his shoulders, and sat down carefully facing him, his dick rising up against her mound and belly. She scooted back a bit, putting a hand behind herself, and tilting her pelvis upward.
"Could you aim yourself a little?" she asked him, and he pressed his dick down gently to rub the head into her soft wet channel. She tilted a little more, and he pressed, and they shared a sound of appreciation when the tip was engulfed. Trina slid forward into his lap, sighing as he nestled deep inside. "That's the stuff," she moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Can you move?" Sam bucked his hips, making Trina squeak in delight.
"It kinda hurts my butt," he complained, not liking how his rear end rocked on the hard floor.
"Shh, I'll help," she told him, flexing and grinding her pussy down on him. "I'll be milking the cum out of you in no time." She wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder. "Fill me, Sammy. Fill me nice and full."
Sam rocked into her, loving her reciprocations on his cock, but hating the way his rear interacted with the hard tile. Trina was true to her word though, and in less than ten shared thrusts, Sam cried out as he spurted into her.
"So warm, Sammy," Trina cooed, kissing his neck and holding him tightly. Sam knew it had been fast, and Trina hadn't moved the way inside that she had the day before.
"Did you...did you do it?" Sam asked, panting after his orgasm.
"Nuh-uh," Trina sighed. "I don't need to. I just like feeling this way with you." That answer perplexed Sam. Wasn't the good feeling part the whole point?
"I can try to make you," he offered and thrust into her with his diminished post-orgasmic phallus, causing her to squeal and giggle.
"Sammy, you don't need to," she said, lifting her head and kissing him. "You felt good cumming in my pussy, right?"
"Yeah, but—" She shut him up with another kiss.
"And now I have you inside me for the rest of the day. Lots of little you's all swimming around and making my pussy warm and squishy. Every time I feel that, I'll think of how good you felt doing it, and that's all I need. Besides, the floor hurts your ass, right?" She kissed him again and unlocked her legs and wriggled backwards, sliding off of what remained of his erection and dribbling onto the floor and his legs. "Let's clean up and eat," she said and stood up, semen dripping and drooling out of her as she went for the cleaning supplies in her backpack.
Cleaned and dressed, they ate quickly, knowing that their argument earlier had cut into their free time. Before they parted, each to exit out of separate classrooms, Sam asked her about after school.
"Sure! Um, let's meet out back, at the gate in the fence?" she suggested.
"Okay. See you there," Sam agreed. They kissed one more time, and then Trina crossed into room 59. Sam headed for the door in room 57 and waited for her to pass by the door's window. Instead he heard something that made his stomach drop.
"Hey! What are you doing there? These classrooms are off limits!" yelled a teacher.
"I-I'm sorry, I was just eating lunch," he heard Trina say. A female teacher passed by the window with a stern expression on her face.
"Come with me," the teacher said. "I'm writing you up for being out of bounds, and then we're calling your parents."
"But I...I didn't do anything," Trina protested. Sam watched as Trina was led by a firm grip on her arm past the window. He made eye contact with her briefly, wanting to jump out and save her, but knew that doing so would get him in trouble, and possibly lead to discovery of what they were doing. He had no choice but to watch them go and then exit room 57 as quietly and inconspicuously as possible.
Trina was not in class the rest of the day, and did not show up at the gate after school. She also was not in school the next day, or the day after that, causing Sam to wonder what had happened to her. Had they discovered she'd had sex? Was she suspended? He had no idea how to go about asking without possibly incriminating himself.
Finally Friday came, and once more, Trina was not in school. He walked home afterwards, a miserable day full of being unable to focus on anything. When he set foot on his driveway he heard a noise that sounded like a strange gust of wind.
"Saaaaam—"
It stopped him in his tracks. Was the wind calling his name? There wasn't even any wind blowing.
"Saaaaaammmmmy—"
That really had his attention.
"Up here—"
He looked up at the only thing above his head: his treehouse. Peering out of the window was Trina, a huge smile on her face. She put her finger to her lips and beckoned him to come up. He moved just as quickly and quietly as he had leaving room 57 after seeing her being dragged away and moments later they were locked in an embrace and kissing, in what was now a very small feeling treehouse.
"What happened?" Sam asked between smooches.
"They called my mom," Trina said, pausing to kiss him. "She came and got me. She found out when we got home."
"Found out what?" Sam asked. Trina grinned sheepishly.
"She got into my backpack when I wasn't looking. She pulled out the bag with the cum wipes, and, uh...remember that condom you had?" Sam did and for a moment didn't understand until he realized he hadn't brought it home with him. It had ended up in Trina's backpack instead.
"Oh no."
"Yeah, so, um, my mom knows now."
"About me?"
"Well, not like she knows who I'm fucking, but she knows that I'm fucking somebody. She's thinking about making me go to another school." If the news of Trina getting caught hit Sam in the gut, that revelation was like three more punches.
"Another school?! B-but then I won't get to see you!" Sam felt near tears.
"I know. I don't like it either, but we could always meet up in other ways, like we are now." Her hand pressed up against the front of his pants. "I'm already gonna be in trouble for sneaking out to see you. Might as well make it worth it, right Sammy?"
"H-here?" Sam asked, looking around the treehouse. Nothing looked comfortable to sit or lay on in there, not to mention it had been built when he was much younger and smaller. Two 12-year olds made for pretty cramped quarters.
"Well, do you think we could go inside then?" she asked. Sam took a moment to think about that. Eve would probably the only one home right now, as Darci usually went home with a friend and was then picked up by Sam's mom when she came home from work. Eve usually stuck to the basement TV or her bedroom, so Sam estimated he and Trina could get at least 30 minutes alone if they didn't make much noise.
"Maybe," he said. "You should stay out here though while I check it out first." Trina nodded, and the two of them descended from the treehouse. They went to the front door, where Sam unlocked it with his key. "Be right back," he told her in a hushed voice and went inside.
He tried to act as he normally did, just in case Eve was paying attention to the sounds he was making on the floor above. "Eve, I'm home," he called out.
"That's nice," came her reply from the basement. He started to turn back towards the door when two more voices replied to him as well.
"Hi Sam," they, female voices, called out in unison and then laughed. Eve had friends over. He was sure at least one of them was Sherri and the other was Kara.
"H-hi," he called back, and then turned back to the door. He opened it as quietly as possible. "Eve's got friends over," he told Trina. "They're all downstairs. Stay quiet and let's go." He let her inside, and the two of them quickly made their way into the bedroom hallway. Sam was half a step through his doorway when the sound of a doorknob rattling froze him in place. His immediate thought was that his father was home, but he would have been parked in the driveway. He turned and saw Trina with a similar deer-in-headlights look on her face as he had on his, and just behind her, coming out of the bathroom, was a teenage girl who was looking at the two of them.
"Hey Sam," she said.
"H-hey Carol," he answered nervously. It was over. He was dead. She would tell Eve, and she would get up his ass for sneaking Trina in.
"What's, uh, what's up?" she asked, her eyes darting from Trina to Sam and back to Trina again.
"N-nothing. Just gonna do homework," he lied pathetically. The corners of her mouth turned up slightly.
"Homework, huh?" It sounded rhetorical, but also like it was a question she was asking Trina, whom her eyes were on.
"Yeah, homework," Trina said, far more believably than Sam, though Trina was clearly not carrying a backpack or any study materials.
"'Home work,'" Carol said one last time, each word spoken separately, a smile spreading across her face. "Have fun then," she told them, and winked at Sam, putting fingers to her lips and zipping them closed conspiratorially before heading to the stairs. Trina turned to Sam and they shared a silent look of surprise and relief before hurrying into his room and peeling off their clothes in a frenzy.
"Your sister has some awesome friends," Trina commented, pulling her sweatshirt and t-shirt off in one go, her little breasts bared.
"I know," Sam said, pushing down his pants and underwear, cock hard and ready for action. Carol was one of his sister's oldest friends from grade school. Before he had begun to masturbate or even think sexual things he'd developed a little crush on her. When he wasn't jerking off to dirty magazines, it was usually to a memory of seeing her panties or a bra strap.
He hopped on one foot, pulling himself free of his pants, and an object flew through the air and landed on his erection, hanging off the tip of it. It was a pair of panties. He looked up and saw Trina reclining nude on his bed, a hand between her legs. "Better hurry and get over here, or I'll have all the fun by myself." Sam pulled his shirt off and practically pounced on Trina, nearly penetrating without even trying as he pressed his lips to hers. "Put it in me, Sammy," she begged him. "I've been wet and ready since I climbed into your treehouse." Though she was doing the asking, Trina wasn't doing any waiting, and already had her hand on his shaft, guiding the tip into her pussy. Sam felt the hole slip over the head and he pressed inside of his girlfriend on his own bed.
"You're so wet," he gasped, gliding easily into her depths.
"I got so horny thinking about doing it with you in your own room, on your bed. Fucking is best in a bed," she told him, placing her hands on his butt, as if to push him further in. "Plus, this way, I get to see your face when you shoot your Sammy cum in me." She was staring up at him with a look of pure joy and adoration and Sam was looking down at her, seeing her little breasts seem to melt back into her chest, but still jiggle slightly with his thrusts. "Fuck me, Sammy. Fuck me. Fuck my horny pussy. Fuck me with your big har—ohh!"
Sam wasn't trying to make a point, but he'd missed her the last two days as well and was thrusting into Trina with real intensity and need. The sound of his bed creaking was in perfect concert with the sound of her moist vagina being pumped into. He was holding himself up with his arms planted on either side of her head, so that she could see his face as requested, but he wanted nothing more than to lay atop her, skin to skin, breast to breast as he made love to her. He felt the muscles in his arms start to quiver, and like magic he felt the muscles surrounding his cock do the same. "Trina, are you..."
"Yes, yes, Sammy...more, I need more, so...so close..." He felt her legs curl up against his rear, and little gasps escape her lips every time he felt her pussy lips press against the base of his dick. "Hard, hard, yes, yes, Sam, Sam, Sammy!" she cried out, louder than she probably should have and he felt her pussy convulse.
"Trina, me too!" he told her, the pre-cum surge rushing into his cock and saw her eyes open to stare up at him . Their eyes met and a moment later Sam came with what felt like the single longest spurt of cum in his history of cumming. He pounded her with his hips, cock pulsing and throbbing as he shot burst after burst of preteen semen out of his body and into hers. Through out it all, he was looking down at her and she was looking up at him, and nothing else in the world mattered.
His arms gave out before his hips did, and his chest heaved against hers, each of them fighting for space as they caught their breath together, his penis still twitching as the last little dribbles made their way out.
"Oh Sammy, ohh...that...that was..." she panted into his ear, arms around his back. He tried to push himself up, give her a little breathing room, literally since they were chest to chest, but she held him tight. "Don't. Don't move. Just stay like this. Stay with me." He heard her voice crack and her arms tighten.
"Trina? Are you—"
"The best. That was the best it's ever been," she said through the sniffles and tears. "I've had girls lick me, boys forced to fuck me, so many men just use me, but none of them are you. None of them made me feel the way you do. Never the way it was just now." Sam didn't move as she told him this, he held still on top of her just as she asked of him, but he couldn't fight biology and felt himself wither and slip out of the tight space. Trina sighed, feeling him involuntarily withdraw from within and shifted her body to the side, and Sam took the hint and rolled off of her. They lay like that for a moment until the sound of a car door startled them both.
"Oh shit," Sam said sitting up, as the sound of Darci's little voice penetrated the outer wall of the house. He looked at his alarm clock, which showed they still had plenty of time before his mom and sister were due home, but clearly they were home early. He felt a hand on his bare back as Trina pushed him to move so she could get off the bed. Sam wasted no time, scrambling to grab his clothes and pulling them on. "Get in the closet," he told Trina, who was not only dressing herself, but also doing what she could to wipe at the fresh deposit of fluids that were soaking her panties and running down her legs. Voices gave both of them pause.
"Hey, you guys are home early," Sam could hear his sister Eve saying out near the front door. When had she come upstairs? He looked over at his bedroom door, which neither he or Trina had closed in their haste to undress. He heard the sound of his sister's friend's voices too also addressing his mom and little sister. Shouldn't they have made more noise coming up the stairs?
"Hey, Sam," a voice whispered from the hallway. "Are you guys dressed?"
"Uh...y-yeah?" Sam answered, stunned and unsure of what was going on. Carol stepped sideways into view.
"You gotta get her out of here, right?" she asked him. "The others are distracting your mom and Darci so we can get your girlfriend out through the basement. Be right back, gonna check," she told him and stepped away from his bedroom door again. Sam looked at Trina who was pulling on her sweatshirt. She looked just as surprised as he did at the conspiracy taking place to smuggle her out of his room. Carol reappeared. "They're in the kitchen. You," she pointed at Trina, "quick and quiet down the stairs. Sam, go say 'hi' after that so your mom thinks it was you on the stairs in case she hears something." She paused and listened again, and then waved her arms at them frantically, and all three of them went into motion.
Carol led them out of the bedroom, pausing at the front hall to check that it was clear to pass by, and then to the top of the stairs, where she left the two of them to make her own appearance in the kitchen with the rest of Eve's friends. Trina, shoes in one hand, Sam's hand in the other, gave him a quick peck on the cheek and then went down the steps as quietly as she could. Sam watched her descend and once she was nearly at the bottom, he made as though he had just come off the top step and headed into the kitchen. Six sets of eyeballs greeted him, two of which were unaware of what the other 4 knew.
"H-hey, Mom," he said.
"Hi honey," his unaware mother said back. "What's up?" If she had had eyes in the back of her head, she would have seen the looks on the teenager's faces as they ranged from Carol's eerily practiced calm to Eve's look of disapproving relief to the other two's looks of astonishment at what they had just caught Sam and Trina doing.
"Nothing...just getting something to drink," he said, going to the fridge, deflecting his mother's attention, as she turned back to the girls. Sherri and Kara were being a little too obvious however with their staring, and Darci picked up on it.
"Whatcha guys looking at Sam for?" the 9-year old asked the teenagers. Carol butted in before either of them could answer.
"They think Sammy is cute," Carol said, using the name that nobody but Trina called him.
"Well too bad for them. Sam's already got a girlfriend! Right Sam?" Just like that he had 6 pairs of female eyes on him again as he pulled a bottle of juice from the fridge.
"S-she's not my girlfriend," he protested weakly, although everybody there except for his mother already knew otherwise. "We're just in the same class is all."
"Sam, you're blushing," his mother commented with a smile. If only she knew the real reason his face was red.
"I-I am not," he said, pouring himself a glass.
"Sammy's got a girlfriend, Sammy's got a girlfriend," Darci sang until her mother admonished her for teasing. Sam put the juice away and made his retreat out of the kitchen and down the stairs. Entering the basement, he looked longingly at the glass door where Trina had exited, wishing she hadn't needed to leave so quickly.
"Sam." He jumped at the whisper from around the corner behind him. Trina was still there.
"You didn't leave?" he whispered back at her.
"My pussy is all sticky. Is there a bathroom down here I can use to clean up a little?"
"Yeah, but the water doesn't work too well," he told her, which was the reason why Carol had been in the upstairs bathroom when she caught them sneaking in.
"Oh, well, I just need some tissues and—" Footsteps on the stairs interrupted her and Sam looked up to see 4 teenage girls descending with a disappointed looking Darci standing at the top of the steps, no doubt having been told not to come bother them. Eve took one look at Trina standing there and just pointed down the hall at her room, and they all went. Sam pointed out the bathroom to Trina and she separated from the group. Now safely inside Eve's bedroom, the interrogation began.
"Sam! What the hell were you guys doing?!" Eve asked, trying not to yell.
"I think we already know what they were doing," Carol offered, unable to hide the smirk on her face.
"Shut up, Carol!" Eve fumed.
"I can't believe you were having sex," Sherri said. "I mean, you're like 11."
"Twelve," Sam corrected her.
"I was 12 my first time," Carol interjected, drawing stares from all of them.
"T-thirteen," Kara added. They all looked at Eve.
"Are we taking a survey or something? It was last year, fifteen." All eyes turned to Sherri, who just shook her head.
"C'mon guys, you know I haven't, but Sam is still too young anyways!"
"Did you do it inside her?" Kara asked. "Like, bare?"
"W-well..." he looked at Eve, who he knew would not like his answer. "Y-yeah..."
"Damn it, Sam, we talked about this," Eve admonished him, causing all her friends to look at her.
"You knew already?" Carol asked, looking surprised for the first time since she saw Trina in the hall.
"Yeah. Sam came to me a week ago and confessed everything. I gave him some rubbers and told him to use them, but I guess he's really eager to be a dad or some shit already."
"I am not!" he argued. "She just doesn't like them. She wants to feel me inside her." Eve hid her face with her palm, Carol laughed, Kara gasped, and Sherri looked faint. Sam forgot he had an audience this time, and knew he probably shouldn't say anything about the whole sex gambling problem.
"Oh god. I have to sit down," Sherri said, sitting on Eve's bed.
"How many times have you done it?" Kara asked, very interested.
"This was the fourth time."
"And you shot in her every time?"
"Kara! Quit perving on my brother," Eve snapped.
"I wasn't perving! I'm just...you know...curious."
"Yeah, I bet you are," Carol said with a grin. A shocked expression emerged on Kara's face.
"Eve! You told her?!" Kara said, some secret about her apparently having been shared with Carol.
"Oh god you guys. Can we just stop talking about this?" Sherri asked, having laid down on Eve's bed with her arm over her eyes. The rattle of Eve's doorknob got her to sit up and look along with the rest of them as Trina came into the room.
"Uh, hi," she said, meek for the first time that Sam had seen her.
"What are you doing here? What were you guys thinking doing it in Sam's bed like that?" Eve laid into Trina.
"Sorry. I just...I missed him and we hadn't seen each other for a few days," Trina answered, sidling up to Sam and taking his hand in hers. She turned her head to look at Carol and then at the others. "Thanks for getting me out of Sam's room. You really saved us both, though I thought you weren't gonna say anything," she directed at Carol.
"I wasn't, but Sherri had to pee and was halfway up the stairs and heard our little exchange in the hallway," Carol shrugged. "You can blame her sparkling moral compass for the others finding out."
"They're 12, Carol!" Sherri said. "They shouldn't be doing that."
"I didn't see you walking in on them and putting a stop to it," Carol pointed out. "Heck, between you and Kara, I don't know who was more interested in watching."
"You guys watched us?" Sam asked, astonished that neither he or Trina had noticed them, and also embarrassed to have had an audience during sex.
"Yeah...it was amazing," Kara said, leaning forward from her seat on Eve's bed. "Did you come too?" she asked Trina, and earned a swat on her head from Eve.
"Seriously, quit it," Eve said. "You gotta get out of here," she told Trina. "If our mom finds you in the house, or even thinks that Sam's been doing...things in his room—"
"I get it. Sorry," Trina said. "I had to sneak out while Mom was at work just to come here, and hopefully I can get home first."
"I can give you a ride," Kara swiftly offered. "I live just down the street and can take you anywhere." Trina looked to Sam with a questioning look on her face. Sam really didn't know Kara all that well, since she'd only been a friend of Eve's since last year. He just shrugged, which was apparently good enough for her.
"Sure, thanks," she accepted.
"Great. Out the window you go," Eve said, brusquely. "You guys go too. I gotta talk to my idiot brother."
"I'll meet you out front!" Kara said to Trina, leaping to her feet and getting out the door first.
"Don't let Kara scare you," Carol said, as she grabbed Sherri by the wrist and pulled her off the bed. "She's kinda got a thing for kids."
"She does?!" asked a bewildered Sherri, who clearly had not been expecting any of this, especially the sexual interests of one of her friends.
"I'll see you guys out," Eve said. She turned to Sam, "Get her out the window. We're having a chat when I get back." The girls left, and Sam and Trina were alone again. Trina wrapped her arms around Sam's neck and hugged him tightly.
"I don't think your sister likes me too much," she said, getting in one last moment of full body contact with Sam.
"I think everything that's going on just has her really freaked out, you know, with Darci and Dad."
"You guys figured out how to keep her home this weekend?"
"Not yet, but we will."
"Okay. I gotta make sure I know how to get there and where they keep the panties and if it's going to be hard to get back in during the week. If I can't go to school on Monday, I'll try to sneak out again and leave you some information in the treehouse." Sam escorted her over to the window, and helped her out after one last kiss goodbye. No sooner was Trina gone, than Eve returned.
"You seriously gave me a heart attack, you know," Eve said.
"Sorry," Sam said. "We won't do it again...at home I mean."
"I don't want to know that you're doing it at all!" Eve shot back. "I know Sherri is kind of a goodie-two-shoes, but she's right. You're too young for sex. Remember we talked about you using those condoms? Obviously you lied to me about that."
"Sorry, but Trina didn't want to. She said that she wanted to feel me inside her and—"
"God, stop, just stop. Fine, knock her up, get warts or whatever all over your dick. I'm just trying to keep you safe." Eve sighed and lay down on her bed, much the same way Sherri had been before. "What did she mean you guys hadn't 'seen each other for a few days?'" Sam explained to his sister about Trina getting caught by the teacher and her mom discovering the cleanup tissues and condom in her backpack. "Jesus, Sam. So what does this do to the plan?"
"She said she was gonna make sure this weekend that she knew how to get in, and check on security stuff, and then if she couldn't go to school on Monday, she'd sneak out and leave me a note with information in the treehouse. Do you have any ideas on how we're going to keep Darci away from Dad this weekend?"
"No," Eve sighed. "It would be too suspicious to do the same thing as last time. We've got a whole day still to think of something." As it would turn out, they didn't have to think too hard. Sam was awoken later that night by the sound of crying from Darci's room. He drug himself out of bed to find his mother comforting his little sister, who had thrown up on her bed. She stayed in bed the next two days with the flu.
Monday came, but Trina did not come to school. Sam got a look at the attendance book of his math/English block teacher and saw that Trina's name had been crossed out. He didn't have to ask what that meant: she had been taken out of school. Arriving home later, he climbed into the treehouse and found a purple spiral notebook. The cover said "Math Notes" and had Trina's name on it, but it also contained the plan.
It sounded simple enough. The "clubhouse" as Trina called it, had multiple entrances, one of which was through a parking garage with an electronic keypad lock on the door. She'd seen her father enter the code, and made note of it: 76013. Once inside, they would head to the "office" where the blackmail materials were kept. Fresh DNA samples were collected weekly from the men and children at random, and Trina had a pretty good idea of where they were stored. They would take as many as they could and deliver them to the police in the next city over, preferably a policewoman, that way hopefully avoiding anybody who was one of the bad guys.
Sam shared the plan with Eve, including a map Trina had drawn of how to get there. "This is in the city, Sam," Eve pointed out, referring to the nearby metropolitan city that they lived in a suburb of. "It's going to take 30 minutes driving there, maybe 10-15 minutes for Trina to steal the stuff, another 45 or so to get it to the police, and then we have to drive back home. How are we going to explain where we are going to be on a school night for that long?" Sam considered that for a moment and then smiled when an idea came to him.
"A birthday present for a girl?" his mom said, surprised by her son's question at the dinner table that night. "Well, I don't know Sam, I guess it depends on who the girl is. Is it that Trina girl who was over here last week?" Sam glanced at his father, who was making no signal of recognition of her name.
"Uh, w-well...yeah," he said.
"Sammy's got a girlfriend, Sammy's got a girlfriend!" Darci giggled, earning a disapproving look from her mother, who took a deep breath.
"Well, I would say it depends on what this girl means to you," she said. "I don't feel that jewelry is appropriate for you to give a girl." Almost on queue, she looked to her eldest child. "Eve, what do you think?"
"I dunno. Maybe like a stuffed animal or something? When's her birthday?"
"Thursday," Sam answered, just as they'd rehearsed.
"I guess I could take him shopping after dinner on Wednesday," Eve said. The offer drew a look of surprise from their father.
"You'd voluntarily take your brother shopping?" he asked skeptically.
"Well, yeah. Why not?"
"I dunno. It's just the first time you've made an offer like that. That's very nice of you, Eve."
"Yes. Sam, thank your sister," their mother chimed in.
"Thanks, Eve," Sam said, meaning every syllable of it.
Sam and Eve wrote their agreement to the plan and instructions to Trina to be at their house around 7pm on Wednesday in the notebook after dinner, and the next morning Sam placed it back into the treehouse. When he got home later, it was gone, replaced by a scrap of notebook paper with a heart drawn on it.
Sleep did not come easy to Sam that night. He was nervous, even scared about what they were doing. The more he thought about it, the more serious and dangerous the situation became in his mind. What if something went wrong? What if they got caught? There were police officers involved in this, and his dad was a local politician, and who knows who else. Would he and Trina and Eve be killed if they were found out? Had Trina checked on security beyond the keypad lock on the door? What if the door code was changed? What if the DNA evidence was locked inside a safe? What if they got a flat tire? What if Eve drove too fast and got pulled over and a bad cop saw Trina? What if...what if...what if... Sleep took Sam just after one in the morning, but he did not sleep well during the next 5 hours.
School seemed to drag on and on that day, and Sam couldn't focus on anything but the butterflies in his stomach. If anybody had looked at him during the class he and Trina had shared, they would have seen him looking longingly at her empty seat. During a film in his final class of the day, Sam fell asleep, much to the amusement of everyone in class and earned him a lunchtime detention the next day to watch the video again.
When he went to his locker before going home, a note surprised him by tumbling out of it. 'Love you' it said, with a heart. He looked around, as though he might see Trina standing there. He wasn't sure how or when she had managed to deliver it, but it calmed his nerves to have it in his hands and refilled him with courage.
Dinner was a strange affair that evening. The butterflies returned and he felt as though every bite he ate had a 50/50 chance to come back up. His mother was unusually silent, and he caught her looking at him several times. His father was neutral and hard to read as always, but again, Sam felt as though he were being watched, and he wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but it felt suspiciously so. Eve seemed nervous and jumpy, practically jumping out of her seat when Darci accidentally dropped her fork, causing a sudden noise.
A span of 20 minutes presented itself between dinner and the time that Trina was to be waiting for them on the sidewalk just down the street. All the 'what-ifs' from the night before used all 1200 of those seconds to worry Sam, and it was only the feel of Trina's note in his pocket that kept him from just curling up on his bed and shaking. His alarm clock read 7:00 when Eve appeared at his door. She didn't have to say anything, Sam just took a deep breath and put one foot in front of the other to follow her to the garage. His mother gave him some money, and said something about how it wasn't the amount spent that matters but the feeling behind the gift, but Sam wasn't really listening, and probably seemed rather rude when he closed the door while she was still talking.
Seated in their mother's car, Eve pulled a map out of her purse with the driving directions and handed them to Sam. "Keep track of this and make sure I don't miss a turn or anything." Sam had a feeling she wouldn't miss a thing since any time he'd gone to talk to her in the last two days she'd been studying that map in her room. For something that had been printed out only two days ago it looked well worn already.
They pulled out of the garage and Sam was immediately twisting and turning his neck around to see where Trina was waiting for them. It wasn't until they had backed out onto the street that he saw a figure wearing a hoodie sweatshirt standing on the sidewalk just ahead of them holding a purple notebook. Eve slowly pulled up to them and Sam saw Trina's face under the hood, her face wearing its public mask, but he knew it so well by now that he could see she was nervous as well. She got in the backseat, and they were off.
"Everything going smoothly?" she asked.
"Yeah. My parents think I'm buying you a birthday present," Sam answered.
"You're about a month early on that," Trina replied.
"How'd you leave that note in my locker today?" Sam asked her.
"I had an appointment in room 59," she answered. Sam didn't ask for any details. He just did not want to know.
"What's special about room 59?" Eve asked, having picked up on the strange silence following the disclosure.
"A teacher fucks me there," Trina answered flatly, without emotion.
"Oh...sorry." Eve didn't say much else after that.
Just as Sam thought, Eve had no trouble finding the place, although it looked like a pretty poor part of town. The parking garage had a gate that was opened with a combination that Trina knew, and they pulled into pitch blackness.
"Is it always this dark?" Eve asked, slowly navigating the concrete pillars inside.
"Usually the lights are on," Trina said. "Probably it's dark because nobody's expected to be here now." Despite the darkness, Trina was able to guide Eve to a spot outside a pair of heavy looking metal doors. A keypad on the wall beside them was dimly illuminated by a small light. "Okay, this is it." Eve stayed in the car while Sam and Trina got out. The sound of the car doors closing seemed to echo forever in the vast darkness. Sam wondered if it was always this empty, but he didn't dare try to speak.
Nearing the keypad, he heard Trina saying something quietly to herself. "Seventy-six-oh-thirteen, seventy-six-oh-thirteen, seventy-six-oh-thirteen," she repeated to herself. She tapped in those five numbers on the keypad and a red LED light illuminated itself briefly at the top of the keypad. Sam could see her brow furrow in the dim light, and she pressed the buttons again, and the red light blinked twice in reply. "What the hell?" she muttered in confusion and entered the code a third time, and got three blinks of the red light.
"What's wrong?" Sam asked, nervous.
"It's not taking the code," she answered. "I watched my dad do this on the weekend. It's seven-six-oh-one-three," she said, pressing each number as she spoke it. Four flashes of the red light.
"W-why's it blinking like that?" Sam asked, all those what-if scenarios suddenly flashing through his mind.
"I don't know," she answered, chewing on her lower lip. She touched the numbers lightly, not depressing the buttons this time, as though she were trying to remember what she saw. "Oh shit," she said suddenly, and quickly entered 7-6-8-1-3. The light flashed green and the door clicked. "I forgot about my dad's broken finger," she said, pulling the door open. "It looked like he was pressing zero, but he was really pressing eight." Sam exhaled in relief, only then realizing he'd been holding his breath.
On the other side of the door was a poorly lit long hallway lined overhead with pipes and wire conduits. It looked like it stretched on for more than a city block ahead of them, and Trina led him down almost to the end of it, stopping at a plain door to the left. She put her hand on the doorknob and turned it. "Welcome to the kiddy fuckers club," she said, and pulled it open.
It was pitch black inside once the door was closed. Sam felt for and found a light switch on the wall, but flipping it did no good. He wondered if it would have been a good idea to bring flashlights, but there was nothing they could do about it now. "Sam? Where are you?" Trina asked from somewhere off to his right. He reached out his hand in that direction and touched her arm, making her squeal in surprise.
"It's me," he said. He felt her fumble against his arm in the dark and then her hand took his.
"Don't let go," she said, and then slowly began to pull him in a direction he was pretty sure was away from the door. "There are stairs ahead," she said, slowly moving forward. Sam's sight was slowly adapting to the darkness and could barely make out the shape of Trina in front of him and the wall to their side, but not any change in the floor. She stopped abruptly with a stutter step back. "Found it," she said. She took a step forward and Sam felt her move down. He edged forward and found the empty air of the step with his toe and carefully descended behind her.
When they made it to the bottom, Trina stayed close to the right, touching the wall. "There are four doors on the left," she said. "Those are the rooms they fuck us in. At the end is the room we wait in, then when you come back this way, there's the door to the room they gamble in, and then there's another room, right about here..." Sam heard the sound of a doorknob turning just in front of where Trina was and door hinges twisting. He felt the wall as they moved forward, and found the open doorway she was walking into.
"I can't see anything," he said, frustrated. How were they supposed to do any of this in the dark?
"Usually all the lights are on when I'm here," she said. "I don't know why the light switches don't work now."
"Maybe there's a circuit box turned off or something?" Sam suggested, although it did them little good when they couldn't see if there was one on the room. He heard some commotion just ahead of Trina, as objects about waist high collided with each other.
"Oh, this feels like—" Trina said, and then a beam of light pierced the darkness. It swung about and pointed at Sam who winced at the light being shone at his dilated pupils. "—a flashlight." Trina pointed it back at the messy table just inside the door where she had presumably found it and found another flashlight. Sam took it, and the two were finally independent of each other in the darkness.
Although his flashlight was significantly dimmer than Trina's, Sam was able to at least see the lay out of the room. It was a small narrow room, looking something like a glorified broom closet. The table just inside the door where the flashlights were was covered in a mess of papers that looked to be lists of numbers, and occasional names. Also there were decks of cards, poker chips, a roll of duct tape, some chalk cubes for pool cues, a box of razor blades, a box of sealable freezer bags, pens and pencils, dominos, batteries, manila envelopes, and coins scattered all about. Trina had moved towards the back of the room and Sam saw why. Surrounded by stacks of storage boxes, a two by two by two foot cube was sitting on the floor with a dial on the front of it.
"Are they in there?" Sam asked.
"I don't know," Trina answered. "They make us rub ourselves with the panties to get our DNA on them, then either the guys fuck us and we have to wipe off with the panties or they jerk off into them, and then they take them into this room. I never see what they do next with them." Sam swept the room with his light, looking around for any signs of what Trina was talking about. A computer sat on a desk just beside the safe, but like everything else electronic, it would not turn on. A printed page lay beside the keyboard and Sam looked at it. It was a list of names, dates, and numbers arranged in a grid. The top grid contained mostly female names, Trina's included, and the bottom grid were all male names and included his father's first name and the initial of his last name. The date beside Trina's name was about 3 weeks old, whereas his father's name had a date from just the past weekend. The third and fourth column were just numbers; Trina's were 5 and 12, and his father's were 2 and 6.
"Trina, what's this list mean?" he asked. She got up from where she had been kneeling in front of the safe and looked at the list with him.
"Oh! This is when they got the most recent DNA from us!" she exclaimed. "They make us do it about once a month, just to keep things fresh and they can get all kinds of combinations of kids and men." She studied the list for a moment. "I don't know what those numbers mean though." Sam resumed looking around the room as Trina scrutinized the list. He looked at the safe, and something about it didn't feel right. If the DNA samples were in there, they would have to be really crammed inside. The safe was simply too small to hold all of them.
"I don't think they're in the safe," Sam said. "It's too small." Trina turned and pointed her flashlight at the safe as well.
"Yeah...you're right," she agreed with him. "Well, where else could they—" she stopped, and moved her light just off to the right of the safe and onto one of the storage boxes. It was labeled with a number '5.' "In there," she said, and moved the light over the other boxes, all of them labeled with a number, 1 through 7. Sam went to the box sitting on top of the safe, box number 2. He took the lid off and looked inside. Manila envelopes lay against each other inside with names on them. Male names and female names. He picked up the first one, the names 'Don' and 'Kayleigh' written on it, and opened the flap. Inside his fingers felt a smooth flexible surface, and when he pulled it out he was holding a plastic freezer bag, sealed with duct tape, containing a pair of girl's underwear that was clearly stained with fluids.
Trina seemed to realize something just then and looked back to the list. "Ah! That's what the second number is," she announced. "Look, Don's second number is 3, and on the list of girls," her finger traced to Kayleigh's name, more specifically the number to the left of her name denoting her place in the order of names, "Kayleigh is the third girl on the list. Her second number is 9, and that's because Don is the ninth name on the list of guys. It's a cross reference between the two."
"Okay," said Sam, as he put the plastic bag back into the envelope, "but are we going to take all the boxes?" he asked. "I don't think we have room for all 7 of them." Trina frowned and looked back at the list.
"Let's take...um...four boxes. The four newest ones. Boxes 2, 3, 5, and 7. They're not heavy are they?" Sam picked up box 2, and lifted it with ease, and shook his head. "Okay, so we'll each take two boxes and get them out of here. Should be plenty of evidence we need."
That was easier said than done. The narrowness of the room made it difficult for Sam and Trina to work side by side, and with the exception of box 2, which sat alone on top of the safe, the other boxes were stacked in two columns. In order to pull them free, and not stumble over the other boxes that were pulled out, Sam had to deliver the boxes one by one out into the hall where there was more room. After hauling his third box out of the room, Sam turned to head back in and saw something in his flashlight beam that stopped him. There was a grey metal box on the wall to the left of the door with metal piping exiting out the top of it. He opened it up and found that it was an electrical box, and the main breaker was off. Not wanting to haul the boxes up the stairs in total darkness, he pushed the main on.
Light flooded out of the doorway of the narrow room where Trina was, making her yelp in surprise. "Sam, did you—" she started to ask when a whooping alarm sounded. "Sam! What did you do?!" she yelled rushing out of the room.
"I-I just turned on the power!" he yelled back over the noise. Trina tossed her flashlight into the storage room, and grabbed one of the three boxes in the hall.
"C'mon, let's get out of here!" she yelled, and rushed to the stairs carrying it. Sam stacked the two other boxes and picked them up, hurrying after her. Trina stood at the door leading out to the long corridor, holding it open. "C'mon, hurry!" she called to him as he crested the stairs and rushed towards her. He thought he heard a noise behind him down the stairs, but didn't slow to look back.
Out in the corridor that would take them back to the car, the pair ran towards the security door carrying their boxes. Nearly halfway down, Sam heard shouting from behind them. He turned and looked and saw a man chasing after them, waving a shiny black object in his hand. Sam looked ahead at Trina, less encumbered by only carrying one box and thus faster, who was also looking back at their pursuer. They locked eyes with each other for only a moment, and he saw she was terrified. They had a lead of nearly 300 feet on the man when the first bang sounded like a roar echoing in the corridor behind them. "He's shooting!" Trina yelled.
She reached the door first, and had to drop her box to get it open. Sam watched in horror as another bang sounded and sparks flew barely a foot from Trina's head where the bullet hit the metal door. She pushed the door open and held it for Sam letting him run through it. On the other side, Eve had gotten out of the car and was looking wide-eyed at what was going on. "Start the car!" Trina yelled at her, running from the door and leaving her box behind. Sam pulled open the rear-passenger-side door and put his two boxes in and slammed it closed as Trina was opening the rear-driver-side door to get in. Sam turned away to get in the front passenger seat when he heard another bang, and Trina scream. He turned to see the man tripping over the box that Trina had left behind.
"Sam, get in!" his sister yelled. Sam got in the car, which was in motion before he got his door shut. He turned to look in the back seat and saw Trina slumped against the boxes with a growing dark red stain on the left side of her grey hoodie. Her car door was hanging open and she looked for a moment to be in danger of falling out when Eve made a sharp turn around a corner and the momentum forced it to swing shut.
"Trina!" Sam yelled in concern. "She's been shot!" he told his sister, who was focused solely on not crashing as she wound her way up the spiraling garage as quickly as she could. Sam got up on his knees and looked over the seat at Trina. He couldn't tell how hurt she was or if she was even still alive, she looked peaceful though leaning against the boxes. "Trina! Trina!" he called to her, but got no response. "We need to get her to a hospital!" he yelled to Eve.
"Sam, sit down!" Eve yelled, and Sam turned to look just as the lowered security gate that stood between them and the street outside came barreling towards them like a see-through grey wall. The front end of the car plowed right into it, knocking it clean off the retracting mechanism it was connected to, cracking the car's windshield when the top end whipped back and slapped into it. The driveway of the parking garage dipped suddenly, making the speeding car bounce like it had hit a speed bump when the tires met the road. The impact sent Sam's head into the roof of the car, and the world around him faded away in an instant.