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From: Shalon Wood <dstar@pele.cx>
Subject: {ASSM} Jason and Kylie, Naked in School 19 (mf mff mfm rom exhib orgy ws anal caution)
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Date: Sun, 20 Apr 2008 06:10:01 -0400
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Standard disclaimers apply; this story may or may not contain, in any
given part, graphic depictions of lesbianism, homosexuality, group sex,
bdsm, underage (teen) sex, magic, occultism, violence, and biting 
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Jason found himself at loose ends after the Rourkes left. He tried finding
something to watch on the television, but nothing caught his attention, and
after several minutes of restlessness he decided to make Kylie breakfast in
bed.

There was a large selection of (mostly healthy) breakfast foods, and after
a bit of thought he settled on bacon and eggs. It didn't take him long to
cook them up, and he found a tray to carry them on under the cabinets.

When he walked into the bedroom, carrying the tray carefully so as not to
spill the glass of juice, he found Kylie huddled beneath the blanket,
twitching and making little whimpering noises. He sat down beside her,
carefully, and reached out to stroke her cheek.

"Wake up, love," he said, tugging the blanket down.

Her eyes flew open, but as soon as she saw him she relaxed, smiling at him
in adoration.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi. Brought you breakfast," Jason said.

Kylie's eyes widened. "Oh. Oh my. What time is it?"

"About 8:30, I think."

Kylie squirmed, sitting up. "Sit beside me?" she asked, patting the bed
beside her.

Jason nodded, sliding the tray onto her lap before moving up beside her.
Kylie broke off a bit of toast, feeding it to him, and he smiled.

"My turn," he said, breaking off a piece for her. She started to shake her
head, then smiled and accepted.

"You're terribly sweet, you know," Kylie said when he offered her a piece
of bacon. "But I'm not used to eating in the morning."

"Well, you need to get used to it," Jason said, grinning. "I suspect your
new parents are going to expect you to. They said we could stay home today,
by the way."

She looked down at the bed. "I'm glad... just a bit more time will help, I
hope." She bit her lip. "Y-you don't have to stay home with me, if you
don't want. I'll be okay alone." She tensed as she spoke.

"I _want_ to stay here with you, Kylie," he said, and she peeked up at him
through her bangs, smiling shyly.

"Um," she said, looking back at the plate. "Please tell me most of this is
for you?"

Jason shook his head. "All yours."

"Ooooh, god, Jason. No way. Ugh." She stared at him in disbelief for a
moment, then frowned. "Do _you_ want me to gain weight? I... I don't have
to stay skinny anymore. If you'd prefer someone rounder, I'll try."

Jason shook his head. "It's not that. I really do think you are beautiful,
but...." He stopped, trying to figure out how to say what he wanted. "Don't
take this the wrong way, okay? I'd feel better if you had a bit more
weight. It's not that I don't like you the way you look, but you're skinny
enough that I worry that you're _too_ skinny to be healthy, if you know
what I mean."

He reddened, embarrassed, but pushed forward. "I mean... you're thin
enough... that I'll bet your periods aren't even regular."

Kylie blushed bright red, avoiding his eyes. "It never mattered to me," she
said quietly. "I just... all I thought about was staying unattractive to
him. If I never became fertile, so much the better. I was terrified when my
breasts started growing." She shivered, hiding behind her hair.

"I thought that might be it," Jason said. "You don't have to worry about
him anymore, Kylie. I want you to be healthy."

"I'm not _unhealthy_, Jason," she said. "Not really. I'm fairly strong for
my height, and I have muscle tone."

"When was the last time you went to a doctor for a checkup?" Jason asked.

"Um. When I came back into the US, I had to have a physical and some
shots," she said. "But I'm okay, I almost never get sick."

Jason nodded, slowly. "I know, but...." He took a deep breath. "If I asked
you to go see one, and promised you I'd stay with you, would you?"

"I... guess so," Kylie said. "But I can't really see any reason for it."

"I just want to be sure," Jason said. "Please?"

"Sure of what?" Kylie asked, looking confused.

"That you _are_ healthy," he said. "Being too thin can be unhealthy."

"If you really want me to, I will," she said. "I don't dislike doctors,
Jason. I just never... he wouldn't... I didn't need any."

"Okay," Jason said, nodding. "You eat while I make a phone call, okay?"

Kylie nodded, clearly reluctant, but willing to go along.

Jason found the phone in the kitchen, and called the school, asking for
John. After a couple of minutes on hold, he was connected.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," Jason said. "I just wanted to get some information.
You've noticed how thin Kylie is?"

"Yes. He starved her, obviously," John said.

Jason shook his head, forgetting that John couldn't see him. "No, he didn't
like thin girls, so she... didn't eat. She doesn't think she's _that_ thin,
but she obviously is. I want to take her to see a doctor and get a checkup.
Do you have one you'd like me to take her to?"

He could hear John cursing softly under his breath. "Just a moment, let me
get the name of Mandy's... hers is female."

"Okay. And if y'all could call ahead, because she's going to want me to
stay with her, and I'm not sure how they'd react if I just showed up with
no warning..."

"Right," John said. "I'll call and set up the appointment and explain
things. Let me put you on hold a second."

After a few minutes on hold-- Jason wondered if the irritating hold music
was deliberate, or if someone really _did_ have taste in music that bad--
John came back on the line.

"Okay, appointment's at 10... we got lucky and she had a cancellation. It's
Dr. Linda Johnson, down at the Lakeway Medical Center, on the Square.
Second floor."

"Okay, thanks," Jason said. "How much did y'all tell her?"

"The basic situation, and that you're to be allowed to stay with her at all
times. Also gave them my credit card number, so don't worry about that. No
male nurses or interns are to be allowed near her."

"Okay, thanks," Jason said.

"Drive safe," John said, before hanging up.

"Okay," Jason said, walking back into the bedroom. "You've got an
appointment for 10 with...." He hesitated, not sure what to call Mandy.
"Mrs. Rourke's doctor."

Kylie either didn't notice the hesitation, or didn't know either. "Okay, I
guess," she said nervously. "We'd better get dressed, then."

She looked through the drawers of clothes Mandy bought for her, pulling out
underwear and a bra. "Huh. I've never worn jeans before, but there aren't
any skirts... and I don't want to wear _his_ clothes."

Jason grinned at her. "I think you'd look good in jeans."

Kylie smiled back, and slipped on the panties and bra. "Okay, I'll give it
a try.... Huh. Complicated."

"Not that bad," Jason said, pulling his clothes on.

Kylie sat down, stretching to pull them on. "Maybe. Harder to get in and
out of than a skirt, anyway."

"Hmm...." she said, after fastening them. "Need a belt. Do you think, um,
Mrs. Rourke would mind me borrowing one?"

"I really doubt it," Jason said, frowning. The tag had said the jeans were
size one, and they were loose.

Kylie explored the house, extremely hesitantly, pulling Jason along with
her. It didn't take long to find the older couple's bedroom, and Kylie
reluctantly opened the closet.

"Oh. Oh my," she said, her eyes widening. "It _was_ hers."

The closet had its share of normal clothes, but also present were a number
of what could only be called 'fetish items'. Leather. Latex. Clear vinyl.
Mrs. Rourke was obviously someone who was proud of her body and enjoyed
showing it off when not at work.

"Um. Uh. Well," Jason managed, as Kylie blushed hotly. "Maybe that's not
the right place to look for a belt."

Kylie hastily closed the closet. "Yeah," she said, eyeing the dresser
warily. "Um. You look."

Jason pulled the top drawer open, blushing himself at the contents. They
could be considered 'accessories', yes, but not the kind Kylie needed.

"Um," he said, staring wide-eyed. "Uh. Don't think this is the drawer we
need."

Kylie carefully didn't look as he slid the drawer shut, very carefully.
"Damn. And I thought I knew all about sex. I'm not even sure what half that
stuff was supposed to _do_." He pulled the next drawer open, very slowly
and gingerly, as if it might have a snake inside.

It _did_ have a snake inside.

Curled up and sleeping on a pile of silky women's underwear was a rainbow
boa that looked, to Jason's shocked eyes, like it would be at least ten
feet long if it un-curled.

"Okay," Jason said. "I've definitely fallen down the rabbit hole here. Or
do you see that too?"

Kylie couldn't help but peek. "Ohhh... what a pretty baby!" She knelt by
the drawer and drew the snake out carefully. "Oh, you're gorgeous, yes you
are, aren't you, hmm? Did you crawl in there because it smells like your
mummy, hmm? Pretty baby. I bet you have a tank with a hot rock around here
somewhere," she said, cuddling the huge snake lovingly.

"Over there in the window," Jason said, spotting the tank, its cover
knocked askew.

"Oof! You're heavy, baby," she said as she struggled, managing to get about
half the snake draped over her.

"Here, let me," he said, looking at how she was holding the snake. "Like
this?"

"More from underneath. Kinda cradle him in your hands," she said, dropping
a fond kiss on the snake's scaly head. "Such a big boy!"

Jason carried the snake carefully over to the tank and managed to put it
back in. "There. Were there any belts in that drawer? I don't think the
snake would work, although...." He looked at her speculatively. "I bet
you'd look _good_ wearing just the snake and nothing else."

Kylie smiled at him, looking through the drawer, her expression decidedly
relieved when she came up with a belt made of braided leather without
finding any more surprises. "Here we go," she said, threading it through
her belt loops and slipping the tongue between the strands of leather, thus
halting the downward progress of her pants. "How are we getting to the
doctor's office?"

"Mrs. Rourke left her car in case we needed to go somewhere," Jason said.

"Oh," she said. "You can drive?"

"Yeah," Jason said, nodding.

"Will... will you teach me sometime?" she asked hesitantly.

"Sure," he said, nodding again. "Unless you'd rather have your dad-- your
_real_ dad-- do it. I think he'd probably like that."

Kylie smiled. "I don't know. I'll probably suck at it. I wouldn't want him
to think..." She sobered. "Y'know," she shrugged, "That I was too much
trouble."

Jason stopped, putting his hands on her shoulder. "Kylie, he won't." He
pause, making sure he had her full attention. "You know, before they found
the journal that named him as your father, I asked him if he _cared_ if he
was your genetic father. He said he didn't, but he was afraid you might. He
wanted you _before_ he knew for sure that he was your father."

"Oh," Kylie said, blinking back tears. "I thought... thought he _had_ to
take me," she said, wonderingly.

"No, not at all," Jason said, shaking his head. He smiled. "You know, Mrs.
Rourke slapped him when he asked her if she'd object to him taking you.
Then asked him what kind of monster he thought she was. And _then_ told him
that if he didn't take care of you she'd kill him. She was pretty ticked."

Kylie looked up at him, wide-eyed. "R-really?" she asked, in a tiny,
fragile voice. "They... even _she_... actually _wanted_ me? They don't just
f-feel sorry for me?"

Jason nodded. "They do, Kylie. I talked to Mr. Rourke about this a little
at the dojo Monday, kind of-- talking around the subject. He didn't _say_
anything, but I got the idea he suspected what was going on, and you could
tell he wanted to do something. They wanted you, love. And he said that
either of the other two guys that it could have been would have been here
in a heartbeat, if he called them and told them that they had a daughter.
Not all men are like that bastard."

"Oh," Kylie whispered. She stared at the floor for a moment, then looked up
and smiled at him. "Oh!" She launched herself at him, wrapping her arms
around his neck and literally pulled herself off the ground to kiss him.

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