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Hi again. As I said before, I was not planning to write anything, this is just an attempt to stop thinking about this particular scenario. Yes, I need an editor. No, I don’t have one… yet. Yes, I know the chapters are quite small. I expect this story to have 5 or 6 chapters tops, and for my next story I do hope to have an editor. Perhaps in the future I will edit this story to reflect whatever new writing skills I might acquire. For now, I ask for your patience and understanding. Also, if anybody wants to provide an alternate ending, they are welcome to do so. In fact, I would be delighted to see what better, more experienced writers can do with my poor first effort.
Everything had started a few months ago, during the monthly party. The female cousins were talking during one of the breaks, and Emily had mentioned Paul’s upcoming initiation into the circle. One of the cousins said that she had no intentions of having sex with “the Tubby”. A third one started to criticize his geekiness, and from there it snowballed, all of them saying the same thing: Paul was welcome to join the circle and to have sex… with somebody else. Somehow idle talk morphed into a certainty, and when the older relatives heard about it, it was already too late. When Paul’s turn came, none of the younger females -including his sister- would have sex with him.
The older ladies of the circle had a meeting to discuss the problem. One of their fundamental tenets was that “no means no”, so it was a given that nobody would ask the younger women to do what they didn’t want to do. So they decided, to spare him the humiliation, to exclude Paul from the circle. Using “having a normal life” as a pretext, they expected him to be hurt, but they thought that it was better than knowing that nobody wanted him sexually. It was not a perfect solution, but it eryaman anal yapan escort would have to do. But it hadn’t.
A couple of days after Paul’s leaving, another meeting took place. John, Martha’s older brother, his wife Bridget, Kate, Martha’s younger sister, and Martha.
“So we tried to spare him the pain… and we messed up” sighed John. The other three nodded in agreement.
“It’s not fair”, complained Martha. “I… we had no idea of how shitty his school life was. The same for his life at home. I thought it was just normal family rivalry, not that he was being ignored by his siblings.”
“Any idea of where is he now?” asked Bridget.
“None. When he left he took all his money. His phone number is disconnected, I assume now he has another number. He’s not answering my emails either. My poor son, he could be anywhere…”
“Well, today he turns 18 and we know he left willingly” -said John- “So we can’t report him as a missing person. I assume that at some time he will get his GED since he didn’t finish school.”
“You are talking as if he will never return” commented Bridget.
“Well, if I were him I wouldn’t” stated John. He had been abroad in business, so he hadn’t attended to the previous meeting. “Of all the possible solutions, you chose the worst one”.
“But what other solution we had? asked Bridget.
“As I see it, the girls didn’t want him because he’s shy and fat. But we all know shy and fat guys manage to have girlfriends, sex and relationships all the time. Also, so what if the girls didn’t like him? In our circle we have at least four or five mature women who could have taught him to please a woman and, who knows? Perhaps if the girls saw one of you having sex with him and enjoying it, they would have been curious enough to try him. But none cebeci escort of you thought about it, right?”
“Well, if you put it that way… no, we didn’t think about that” admitted Bridget.
“And why is that?” asked John, looking at her eyes. John had a knack for getting to the core of the problem.
“Because unconsciously we didn’t want to have sex with him, either” concluded Bridget.
Martha was dismayed. Her son, her precious son, rejected by all the women of the circle, herself included. No wonder Paul thought there was nothing for him at home.
“I’ve been a piss-poor mother”, she said. “I ignored his needs, I let his siblings tease and pick on him, and when it was time for me to be there for him, I chose not to.”
None of the others said a thing, each one of them lost in their thoughts.
After some time, John spoke. “So, we wait until Paul contacts any of us, and try to convince him to come back.”
“What do we tell the circle?” asked Kate. After all, they were not only a sex circle, but a family sex circle. Perhaps it was time to draw on the “family” part of it.
“Well…”-started John- “I think somehow the purpose of the circle has been lost. Our parents created it so everybody in our family had a safe place to go for sex, a place where they knew that they would be accepted and loved, a place where they would be sheltered from the outside world. Ironically, the family circle failed the one member who needed it the most.”
A silent sob was heard, but nobody took notice.
“Well,”-said Martha-“Right now I have no wish to attend any more meetings. I don’t want to see all those superficial bitches” -Bridget winced at that- “who rejected my boy. And yes, I’m including myself and his siblings.”
“What a shitty birthday”, thought Paul, while looking at his pursaklar escort food. He was in a small diner next to the building where he was renting a room. He had used one of the various message boards he frequented to find it. It wasn’t much, just big enough for a bed, a small bathroom and a kitchenette, but it was cheap and, better yet, anonymous. He also had spent his morning opening a bank account and transferring all the money from the savings account he had with his mother as co-holder. One of the perks of being a geek was that he had been coding for money since he was sixteen. And, since he didn’t date, he had nowhere to spend money. So he had several thousands available, which he expected would last for a while.
He had tried to cope with the disappointment, but when his siblings started mocking him he simply couldn’t bear with it. Emily teasing him with her breasts and reminding him that he would never touch them -or anybody else’s breasts, while at that- was simply too much.
He wondered again what was wrong with him. “A normal life”, had said his mom. As if his “normal” life wasn’t bad enough, with bullies abusing him at school, knowing that he couldn’t count on his big brother for defense, that his own sister was part of the clique that loved to do humiliating pranks on him.
He had waited years to join the circle. To be able to touch and kiss those lovely female bodies, to be touched, to be able to look at a girl’s eyes while being in her. But no. His mom had decided that those pleasures shared by everybody else in his family weren’t for him.
Normal life, indeed.
“Happy birthday to me… happy birthday to me…” he started to sing quietly. Very soon, the words morphed to “I’m a loser, that’s right… I’m a loser, that’s right… I’m a loser, real loser, I’m a loser that’s right”.
Having lost his appetite, he asked the waitress to box the food and returned to his room.
Before going to bed he checked his mail and saw several emails from his mom. He trashed them unread, but there was one from his uncle John. The subject line simply said “We need to talk”.
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