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Found in the system - Simon - 11-25-2025
Chapter 1
Let me introduce myself. My name is Scott. I'm fourteen years old and more or less an orphan. Since my parents' car accident, I've been in various foster homes over the past few years. After the accident, I stayed with an aunt I liked, but shortly afterward, she became ill and died.
I had no other relatives, as my aunt was my mother's only sister and my father was an only child. That's how I ended up in the system. One of the problems with this system is that you get assigned to hypocritical social workers who believe that someone like me would be best placed with religious foster parents. I wasn't religious, and neither were my parents.
I was eight years old when they died, and until then I had only been to church a couple of times, for weddings. Within the system, I often clashed with the various religious foster parents I was assigned to because I had no religious background. As I grew older and recognized the hypocrisy in much of it, I developed a healthy dose of irreverence. I had thought I would stay in the system forever. My last placement with a foster family was further proof of this inevitable fact.
I should have known my foster parents would be a problem when I sensed their ultra-religious atmosphere. And the fact that they seemed to think I had no right to privacy whatsoever. I'd be asleep, and they'd come into the room and start talking or lecturing me or whatever. They didn't even have the courtesy to knock on the door before opening it. No, they just barged in. That habit should have led me to believe this stay was going to end in disaster, and it did.
One day I was online looking at porn sites. Part of me was curious about what gay porn looked like, so I clicked on a link. I was fascinated by what I saw because it was all new to me. I'd never really thought about whether I was attracted to men or not, but watching the actors moved me. As I kept watching, I started touching and rubbing my crotch. I hadn't even finished rubbing myself when my foster mother came into the room, saw what I was seeing and doing, and freaked out.
“OH MY GOD! WHAT ARE YOU DOING???!” she screamed.
"Nothing," I said quickly.
"Don't lie to me! I saw you touching yourself and looking at that filth. Just wait until your father comes home."
"Foster father, you mean?"
She glared at me and stormed out of the room. That last comment didn't help me at all, but I was old enough to remember my father, and the asshole she was referring to was nothing like him, and I wanted her to know that.
When he got home, it wasn't long before his foster mother told him what I'd done, because I heard him yell something about "not letting a faggot live in his house." Not ten minutes later, they came into my room and told me to pack up the few things I had because I was being sent back to the hostel. The hostel wasn't the best and had its share of assholes, but I could usually get some peace and quiet now and then, even if there was little privacy.
They tried to take my laptop away, but since I had won it at school (despite my situation, I'm a good student), I told them I would tell the social worker what they were doing, since it was mine after all. I saw foster father turn red and the vein on his forehead twitch when foster mother said, "Let him keep it; it's full of dirty pornography anyway."
Within an hour, someone from my last dorm came to pick me up. Her name was Malena, and she was one of the few people I actually liked. Probably because she was quite pretty. On the rare occasions when I could masturbate, it was usually about her. When I told her what had happened and sent me back, she looked at me and said, "I think we should find you a new social worker. This is going to continue as long as she keeps putting you with a bunch of zealots."
I agreed to this, as I thought my social worker was one of those Baptists who feel the need to convert everyone they meet.
"I am writing a report for the youth welfare office tonight and I ask that..."
Your case will be forwarded to a new person.”
"Thank you, but I'm sure it will help. Admittedly, my inability to control my urges has led to this situation."
"Maybe, but would you be happier if you hadn't been caught and you were still there?"
"Absolutely not. Maybe I just wanted to go back to something I knew and was comfortable with. The dorm is far from great, and I was bullied quite often, but I'd found ways to avoid the worst of it. Besides, you were nice to me."
"Well, then I have good news. You and I will be the only ones there during the last few days of the home. It's closing because the children are currently being placed with new foster families. The bad news, of course, is that there's very little time to screen potential foster parents. So, finding the right one for you will be a big challenge."
"What will you do?"
"Friends of mine offered me a job at their publishing house."
"Is there a possibility that they might want to become foster parents?"
"I don't know. One of them has a daughter, and they've gotten used to being alone together, but maybe they know someone who could do it. When I send my report to the youth welfare office, I'll ask them to assign you to a social worker I've met a few times who might be better suited to finding you a place. He has a lot of contacts and might be able to find someone who's a better fit for your personality and background."
"Otherwise, it's just another spin on the slot machine."
"Or a roll of the dice."
"I prefer slot machines."
"To each their own."
We returned to the dorm, and as she had said, there were no other children there. Finally, peace and quiet. Probably the best thing that happened to me today. Malena had made some preparations for the dorm before picking me up, such as putting fresh sheets on one bed and providing towels and soap in the bathroom. When I arrived, I found the only bed with sheets and made myself comfortable. Malena went to her office to submit her report.
The next morning, I got up around 8 a.m. and felt pretty good, having actually slept through the night. All the hassle of being sent back into the system had exhausted me, so I fell asleep fairly quickly. As I went into the kitchen to make myself some cereal, I saw Malena coming out of her office. She looked quite pleased.
"Good news, I just heard from the youth welfare office, they have agreed to my recommended change of social worker. He will come by this morning to talk to you."
"South."
"Hey, give him a chance. I assure you, he won't put you with religious fanatics unless you really want him to."
"Why are you so sure about that?"
"Because I know him. He's an atheist."
"Oh. Well, at least that's something." And I left feeling a little better about my chances. Malena was probably the only person I'd ever considered a friend. I'd love for her to be my foster mother, but she'd just finished university, so she was quite young and single. Not a good candidate. And why would someone her age want to take on a child like me?
The new social worker came by around eleven.
"Hello, my name is John Walker, I will be your new social worker."
"Like the people who make the Scotch?"
He glanced sideways at me before asking, "Aren't you a bit young to know anything about Scotch?"
Oh man, open your mouth, put your foot in. "Yeah, but I don't drink alcohol or anything. In one of my previous foster families, the family watched a lot of motorsport, especially Formula 1. Johnny Walker is a major sponsor of Formula 1. However, this foster family drank a lot of Scotch, and that's why I wasn't there for very long."
Mr. Walker winced before saying, "I'm sorry. I hope I can help you avoid this. I have many contacts throughout the state for placing foster children. I think I can find someone who could take you and, if all goes well, adopt you. Just a word of warning: it might be someone who isn't local, but rather further north."
I don't think where I live matters much anymore. With the dorm closing and Malena leaving, nothing would tie me to this area anymore. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against people who drink. I stayed with a family where the parents sometimes had a drink or two on the weekend and occasionally some wine during the week. They were nice.
"Seriously, why didn't it work?"
“He lost his job and his wife wasn’t working. Her suitability was reassessed, and I was sent somewhere else. That was shortly after my first placement. I was quite upset about it, and the failures I was so often placed with after that contributed to me quickly losing faith in the system.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. I’ll do my best to help you. I’ll try to weed out applicants who emphasize their religious background, as Malena told me that this has gotten you into trouble before. Especially this last time.”
"Did you already know about last time?" I asked.
"Yes, Malena gave me her report, and I have the report from the youth welfare office that the foster parents provided."
"Do you have to tell potential new foster parents about this?"
"I will try to connect you with people for whom that's not a problem. If they ask about it, they're probably not a good fit for you."
"Thank you for your help. But I'm not getting my hopes up."
“We’ll probably see each other in a day or two,” he said as he stood up. He left the kitchen where we had been talking and went to Malena’s office to speak with her briefly before leaving.
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In Malena's office:
"So, John, what do you think?"
"Scott has had quite a lot of bad luck, I think. But he seems to like you quite a lot."
"I tried to look after him. He's such a sweet boy. Very charming."
"He had to grow up quickly and has therefore become desensitized to everyday life. In a way, this has prepared him to deal with disappointments."
"John, I haven't told Scott this, but I know a woman who lives about an hour away. She's a young widow, around 30, who was interested in fostering a child. I'm actually moving in with her to take a new job after the home closes next week. She's even friends with the people I'll be working for. I know her being single is probably a disadvantage, but I'm not ruling her out completely; she's serious."
"Give me her name and I'll take a look at her application. Who knows, maybe she's a better fit than the other idiots they keep putting him with."
"Thank you," she said, giggling. "I hope I'm not such an idiot."
"No, as I said, he likes you. Besides, you're not a foster care applicant, you just run this home, and quite well, I must say. He's assigned to you after being rejected by the foster parents, which should be a sign that you should perhaps apply for foster care."
"I tried, but they seem to have a problem with my bisexuality."
"Unfortunately, this is normal in this shitty country. I'll get in touch in the next few days."
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Two days later:
"Scott, wake up. You need to get dressed and ready. Mr. Walker is coming by with a care applicant."
Malena tried to shake the boy awake.
"Huh? What?"
"Mr. Walker is bringing a care applicant with him to meet you."
"Oh, hooray."
"Oh, don't be like that. He actually called me before he left. He was talking to someone whose application I'd asked him to review. Someone I met when I was hired by the publishing house I'm going to. I didn't mention her before because I didn't want to dash your hopes. She's really nice, at least she was to me when I met her. She's not married, though, so it would just be you and her, but she has a good job and I think she'll be a good home for you."
"I'm surprised they didn't just send me to her instead of letting me talk to her."
"Oh, come on. You never know."
"Okay, give me about 20 minutes." I quickly showered and got dressed. I went into the kitchen to grab a quick bite before they arrived. They arrived just as I finished my bowl of cereal. Malena brought them into the kitchen, where they sat down at the table. My first impression of her was that, although she was a bit older than Malena, she would give her a run for her money in terms of looks. She had wavy blonde hair that reached past her shoulder blades. And a nice tan. At the very least, she would be pretty to look at.
“Scott, this is Ms. Ashley Coburn. I brought her here to meet you and discuss whether she could become your foster mother,” John said.
"Hello," I said shyly, shaking her hand. Her hands were soft. She also wore a pleasant perfume, not overpowering but still agreeable.
"Hi Scott. Nice to meet you. I live about an hour away in St. Joseph. Could you tell me a little about yourself?"
Part of me wanted to snap at her, but I just couldn't. I was almost hypnotized by her. "Well, as I said, my name is Scott Vucich, I'm 14 years old and I'll be starting 8th grade soon. I've been a good student, even though I've been placed in foster care on and off. I just hope I can find someone I can at least somewhat agree with."
“I hope so too, given the difficulties I’ve heard you’ve had,” she said with a serious expression.
This time I didn't hold back. "Oh, bite my shiny metal ass!" I said, quoting Bender from Futurama.
“Scott!” John and Malena screamed in shock.
Ashley just frowned, looked at my butt and said, "It doesn't look that shiny to me," quoting Fry from the very first Futurama episode.
I was too shocked to speak. That chick was really cool.
"I'm sorry, I just felt like I was being judged."
"Don't worry, Scott, I wasn't judging you. I was simply noticing the difficulties you've faced within the care system. I want to offer you a different situation, but I hope you'll meet me halfway."
“Yes, maybe I can,” I said in a subdued voice. “Look, I don’t cause any trouble at school and despite everything I’ve been through, I’m a good student. I see this as my best chance to build a decent life for myself, since I don’t have much else to offer. If you decide to take me in, I’ll do my best to avoid trouble and help out whenever I can.”
"Let me have a quick word with Mr. Walker," Ashley said.
They went into the next room to talk. Malena came over to me. "Scott, you need to control yourself better. You could have blown it right there."
"I hope I haven't. I actually kind of like her. She apparently watches Futurama. I just don't want to be judged. I'm still figuring myself out."
"Well, maybe she won't be so easily deterred," said Malena.
John and Ashley came back and sat down. She looked at me and said, "I think we can make this work. Would you like to pack your things and move in today?"
"Uh, okay," I stammered. Almost too shocked to say anything.
"Okay, pack your things while I finish up the last few things down here with Mr. Walker and Malena."
I nodded and left the kitchen to go to my room. ---------- After I left:
"Well, that actually went more smoothly than I thought," said John.
“I wasn’t worried,” Ashley said casually. “I actually like the boy. He watches Futurama.”
"Well, he's been placed anyway. I hope it works out. He seems to respect you, even if he doesn't exactly like you. I'm going back to my office to submit the paperwork for his placement. Let me know if anything comes up that I need to be informed about," John said as he left the house.
"Well, Malena, you were right. He really is an adorable boy. Exactly what I had hoped for. As soon as he has settled into his new home, I'll invite you over for a lovely evening."
"I'm really looking forward to it," said Malena, before giving Ashley a quick kiss on the lips. ---------- Off to their new home:
The drive to St. Joseph wasn't too long. I'd been there a few times before and I have to admit, the town, with its shoreline on Lake Michigan, was quite picturesque. Ashley completely captivated me. I think she noticed my expression and said, "Take a picture, it'll last longer."
I looked at her. I took the mobile phone that Malena had given me as a farewell gift and took a picture of her, mainly of her face.
She said, "I hope you saw my best side. Both are good, but I think this one is better."
"Wow, Futurama and Daria. I think I'm in love."
"Stay calm. Just wait and see."
"Not that I have anything against it. I'm surprised to find a single prospective foster parent. The system seems to treat potential foster parents just as harshly as it treats us. Perhaps that's a good sign."
"Well, it helps if we can prove we can provide for a child. I can. When my husband died a few years ago, he left me a fairly large sum of money. So I have a fairly successful consulting business that I run from home, and it doesn't take up much of my time, which also helps."
And luckily you found a social worker who doesn't believe that the only foster parents worth anything are Jim and Tammy Baker."
"Who?" I asked.
"Just an old pop culture reference. They were a married couple and televangelists who became big in the 80s. I'd read about them. They claimed to be ultra-religious. It turned out they were a couple of con artists."
"May I ask what motivated you to become a foster mother?"
"My husband and I never managed to have children before he died. I was a bit lonely without him. I thought it would be good to have some human contact so that I wouldn't become a recluse who never goes out."
"I can understand that. After my parents' car accident, I kind of withdrew from social contact. After my aunt died, things got even worse for me, as she was the only one left. I'm surprised that I manage to be so outgoing despite all the experiences I had in foster care."
"I think this will work. We seem to understand each other."
I looked out the window and enjoyed the scenery for the next 20 minutes as we arrived in St. Joseph. I also enjoyed the view from the car (aka Ashley). A few minutes later, we pulled into the garage of a cozy-looking single-family home.
"We're here. I hope you like it. It's not particularly big, but there are only two of us. Besides, everything important is fine."
"I think I can feel comfortable here."
"I'll show you your room, then you can settle in. Is there anything you'd particularly like for dinner?"
"Would pizza be a problem? I keep it simple; cheese and sausage are usually enough for me."
"Mmmh. That sounds good."
I started putting away my clothes and drawers and plugged my laptop into my desk. While I was packing a few personal items into my closet, Ashley called me for dinner.
I went into the kitchen and sat down at the table when I saw Ashley take the pizza out of the box and put it on the table. It looked good. I watched as she put a large slice on each of our plates and then tucked in. The pizza was from a local chain and seemed pretty good. The fact that she didn't pray before eating was also a good sign. People like that make me uncomfortable. I do have a spiritual belief, but I'm open-minded and don't see the point in praying about everything.
After we had eaten everything and packed up the leftovers to cool, she sat down next to me again, and I realized that she wanted to talk.
"I hope you don't mind, but I think we should address the obvious."
I jokingly widened my eyes and looked around the room. She giggled and said, "You are a truly charming child. But I really wanted to talk about your recent difficulties, and I don't want to judge you."
"I wanted to somehow forget the recent difficulties."
"That's right. Well, first of all, I have to say that I was told what happened, and I read the parents' reports. As far as I know, they kicked you out for masturbating. Is that correct?"
"Sort of," I said, my face turning red and my gaze lowered in embarrassment. "I just rubbed my crotch through my jeans. It's not like I unzipped my pants and pulled it out."
"Seems a bit exaggerated," she said.
"I think her reaction had more to do with what I was watching."
"And that was?"
I looked down again and muttered "gay porn".
"Scott, look up here, please," she said, pointing at her face. "Okay, I want to assure you that this won't be a problem. Not because I'm going to forbid it or lock you away so you can't do it. It won't be a problem because I don't care. Masturbation is perfectly normal for teenagers. They're experiencing all sorts of new needs, and this is probably the best way to explore them. I'd rather you masturbate than get a girl pregnant. And I'm telling you, it's not just normal for teenagers. Believe it or not, I masturbate too."
My jaw dropped at this confession. I was so speechless I could only stare. She placed her hand under my chin and lifted it to close my mouth. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to swallow a beetle."
"Sorry, that was to be expected."
“Why? As I said, since my husband died I've felt lonely. Since we were only married for five years, we still had a lot of sex. Giving that up has made me look for an outlet.”
"But you are so beautiful, you could probably go out with any man you wanted."
She blushed and smiled at me before saying, "Thank you for that, but dating is more than just sex. I tried dating again after a year and just didn't feel like there were any men I really liked or that I was a good match for. It was during this time that I discovered I'm bisexual."
"Huh?"
"I like men and women."
"Sorry, I kind of figured that. I'm just surprised again."
"Lately, I feel more comfortable around women."
"I guess I don't really know what I like. I'd never seen gay porn before, I was curious and then I got upset."
"That happens sometimes. But back to the point. I want to reassure you: you have your privacy here. I have no problem if you keep the door closed, and I'll knock before I come in. Unless I don't think you can hear me, then I'll probably come in out of concern."
"And what if you catch me masturbating when you come in?"
"I'll probably sit and watch. Maybe even come along."
"That would be strange."
"Yes, but somehow hot," she said.
"I will definitely give you the same respect and privacy."
"Thank you, but I think I need some time to get used to living with someone again. Don't be surprised if you catch me rubbing my pussy in the spacious living room."
I didn't want to miss out on that, so I said something a little cheeky. "If I catch you doing that, can I watch? Maybe come along?"
"I would probably be disappointed if you didn't."
"You're not going to let me win in terms of bite, are you?"
"Where would the fun be in that?" she said, smiling.
I smiled back, stood up and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek as I went into my room.
“Yes,” Ashley said to herself, “I think we will get along well.”
--------- Next days:
The rest of the first week flew by. She told me a few things we needed to sort out. I didn't have to keep my room spotless. I shouldn't eat there without cleaning up afterward and taking the dishes back to the kitchen. I had to help her keep the apartment reasonably clean to avoid attracting pests or anything like that, and I definitely had to tidy up more than usual when we had visitors, especially DCFS inspectors. The following week, the new school year started. I was managing to keep up in school, so the move from another part of the state didn't leave me behind. When they saw my transcripts from my old school, they even put me in some more advanced classes. When I told Ashley about it, she was glad that the transition to the classes was going relatively smoothly, at least. "And how are things socially? Are you getting along with everyone?"
"Most of the time they leave me alone. Right now I don't care, because it means they don't have anything against me. But I've met someone." A sweet blonde girl introduced herself. Her name was Evie. Evie Adams.
"Oh, I know her. Her father, Tom, was one of my clients. It's just her and her father. Her mother died of cancer a few years ago, so she knows what it's like to lose a parent. Anyway, would you like to go out for dinner tonight to celebrate?"
"What exactly are we celebrating?"
"Your first day is going better than you expected or hoped." Sometimes you have to celebrate the little things.
"Clear."
We went to a nearby restaurant. It wasn't a cheap roadside takeout place, but rather a small, upscale Greek restaurant. I hadn't had much experience with Greek food before. I wasn't sure what to order. I had tried lemon rice soup before, and she liked it, but for a main course, I asked Ashley. She suggested the leg of lamb. She also ordered something called saganaki. It sounded more Japanese than Greek. She told me it was a spicy soft cheese, soaked in brandy and flambéed. When it arrived, the waiter lit it and shouted, "Opah!" The flame stained my eyes and pleasantly heated the area around our table for a few seconds. Then he pressed some lemon wedges over it to extinguish the flames. I looked around the restaurant and sure enough, I saw Evie sitting a few tables across from us with someone who appeared to be her father. I waved to her as they were getting up to leave. She brought her father over to our table.
"Scott, this is my father. Dad, this is Scott, the new guy I told you about."
“Hi Scott, you can call me Tom. Mr. Adams is too formal and ‘Evie’s father’ is too long.” He held out his hand, and I stood up and shook it.
“Hello, Tom!” said Ashley, standing up and giving Tom a quick hug.
"So Ashley, this is the new young man in your life."
"Yes, Scott has been with me for a week now and we get along great."
"It's great that it's working out for both of you. We have to go. Maybe we'll invite you to dinner sometime."
I almost thought I saw Evie licking her lips, as if inviting me to dinner would be delicious. Probably just my imagination.
“We’re looking forward to it,” Ashley said as they left. We were finished, had paid the bill, and left.
On the way home, Ashley looked at me and said, "Did you notice that Evie looked at you and licked her lips when Tom
mentioned that we were coming for dinner as if you were the main course?”
"Oh my God, so it wasn't just me who had noticed."
"You and I will make a great couple because we seem to be the same
To have perceptions, opinions, and tastes.”
"I'm amazed at how well we get along. It almost seems too good to be true."
"We'll be fine, don't worry."
"I'm sorry, I've just had too many disappointments in my life. But I will definitely cherish the time I spent with you. I've noticed that Evie
She inherited her stunning looks partly from her father. He's quite handsome.
After this remark, she glanced sideways at me: "Did you notice that?"
"Hi, I sometimes masturbate to gay porn," I said in my usual snarky tone. She grinned devilishly at me. "Yes, he is, but her mother was a real beauty too. Now I could think of her while I masturbate."
I quickly looked up at her.
"Hello, I'm bisexual and I'm not ashamed of it."
"Okay." ---------- Inside the Adams car:
"I can see that you like Scott," Tom said to his daughter as they drove home.
“No more and no less than you,” Evie replied.
"Yes, I want to fuck him too. But we have to wait a little while. I want Ashley and Malena to make the first move. Once they've seduced him, all sorts of carnal pleasures will be open to him. He'll have a hard-on for weeks."
"Hopefully they leave quickly, because I really want to fuck him."
"I'm sorry, honey. But for now, you still have me."
"Yes, and I will address that as soon as we are back home."
Back at the Coburn house:
At home, we stayed up a little longer and watched TV. Mostly the news. After about half an hour, I felt a tingling in my crotch that told me it was time to test whether Ashley would give me the privacy to masturbate. I gave her a quick goodnight kiss on the cheek, told her I was tired, and went to my room.
When I got there, I had arranged the pillows so that I had two to rest my head on and one as a side-sleeper pillow. I wanted to close the door, but decided to leave it slightly open. I sensed Ashley was serious when she said she'd watch and join in if she was curious enough to check on me. And besides, I thought I could at least put on a little show for her. So I stripped completely naked, dimmed the lights, and got into bed. I pulled the side pillow towards me and pressed my mouth to it as if I were kissing Ashley. Then I slowly began rubbing the pillow as if I were making love to her. I even started talking to him, telling him I wanted to lick her pussy. I lifted the pillow as if she were sitting on my face and buried my tongue in it. After licking and sucking the imaginary pussy for a while, I pretended she was having a squirting orgasm and slowly lowered the pillow back down so that the top was against my face. Then I pressed the underside of the pillow into my groin, as if I were fucking her. I did this until a few strands of semen spurted onto the underside of the pillow. Then I lifted the pillow back to my face and licked the semen off. I rolled onto my side and held it tightly against me, whispering into the pillow how much I loved her and enjoyed fucking her. Then I told her I really wanted to see her lick Evie's pussy while I sucked Tom's cock. After this masturbation session, I felt satisfied and peaceful and quickly fell asleep. ------ Ashley's Room:
I was surprised by how receptive Scott was to my teasing. He was almost like a best friend or a little brother, not like a foster son. Although he said he was still figuring himself out, I could tell he was bisexual. I'd been quietly sneaking up to his door for the past few nights to see if I could hear anything. I hoped he'd take my words about free masturbation seriously. After a few days of nothing, I suddenly heard heavier breathing and the sound of skin lightly slapping against skin.
"Ah, so he masturbates. That's certainly a good sign," I told myself as I went back to my room.
I'd expected more when he went to bed after we got back from the restaurant. Evie's look when her dad suggested we come over for dinner must have stirred something in him. I know it did in me. And I'd been enjoying that pussy for a few years. Shortly after Scott went to bed, I went to my room. After brushing my teeth and all that, I stripped down to just my panties and a halter top that ended just below my tits. It was the kind of nightwear Malena wears when she wants to play, since she knows how sexy it looks and how much it turns me on. I wonder if it's the same with Scott. Or is he more of a total queer? I turned off the light and was about to go to bed when I thought I could sneak up to Scott's room and see if I heard anything new. I went out into the hallway and crept slowly down the corridor.
As I approached Scott's room, I saw that his door was about a quarter open. Curious, I moved closer and listened just out of sight. I could hear him whispering that he wanted to lick a pussy. Well, that answered my previous question. He's definitely bisexual. I peered around the corner and saw him holding the side pillow so that the underside covered his mouth. That little pervert was pretending the pillow was a girl and that he was licking her pussy. A few seconds later, I heard him moan and whisper my name, and I thought he'd caught me. I didn't move, and then I heard him say that my pussy tasted so good.
Wow, the little pervert was pretending to lick my pussy! I moved back into view and watched as he pulled the underside of the pillow down to his crotch and wedged it between his legs like a girl riding him. He was pretending to fuck me now. Man, I really have to work hard to keep up. As a former pedophile among pedophiles, I thought I was in control, but this boy had such a vivid imagination of what he liked to do during sex. After he'd been fucking the pillow for a while, I heard his breathing quicken, and then I heard him moan, presumably because he'd just come into his side-sleeper pillow.
Then I saw him push it away from him and to the side, like he was cuddling it after sex. Then he whispered something about wanting to watch me lick Evie's pussy while he sucked her father's cock. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to get back to my room before I exploded. I went to my room, lay down on the bed, under the covers, and then rubbed myself like crazy, imagining my foster son fucking me hard, like I was his little bi-slut. I had such an intense orgasm that I
I squirted my vaginal fluid all over the bedsheets. I didn't care.
I'd clean it up tomorrow. Tonight I wanted to sleep in my sperm-soaked sheets and relive what I'd just experienced. ------ The next morning (Scott):
I woke up feeling like I'd slept well. I got up, showered, got dressed, and went downstairs for breakfast. Ashley was making herself coffee and asked if I wanted anything.
"Does it contain milk or juice?"
"I got some grapefruit juice, but not many people like it."
If not, there's orange juice.
"I'll try grapefruit."
I drank it and found it very refreshing. Then I gave her a goodbye kiss as I went outside to wait for the bus. I could see Ashley waving to me from the window as I got on. I waved back, got on the bus, and rode to school. After the bus left (Ashley),
I desperately needed someone, so I called Malena on her mobile phone.
"Hello Ashley, how are things going as a foster mother?"
"Amazingly good. This kid is pretty much everything I've ever dreamed of. Imagine this: We went to the Greek restaurant in town and saw Tom and Evie just as they were finishing their food. Scott had apparently met her at school, so she came over and introduced Scott to Tom. We chatted for a bit, and Tom said we should come over for dinner. Right at that moment, I saw Evie give Scott a devilish grin, just before she started licking her lips like he was the main course."
"Wow, she's become a real slut. But we both know what she can be like, because we taught her how to lick pussies."
"When we arrived here, I decided to address the whole masturbation problem from his last foster family."
"How did that go?"
"Not bad. At first he was a little embarrassed and shy, but I assured him that he would have the necessary privacy and that I approved of his masturbation. He was somewhat taken aback. Even more so when I admitted that I still do it."
"I bet that made him a little nervous."
"Yes, but he's definitely testing his limits as much as possible, and in a discreet way. He asked me what I would do if I caught him masturbating?"
"And that was? Wait a minute. Did you really tell him you would sit next to him and watch?" Malena asked, even though she knew exactly what Ashley was like.
"And maybe I'll even participate if I think it's the right thing to do."
"That must have really thrown him off balance."
"For a while. I know he started masturbating a few days after he arrived. Then last night. I knew Evie's look had triggered something in him. I can also tell you that he's definitely bisexual, whether he knows it or not. He noticed how good-looking Tom is, and he commented on it to me."
"Okay, but how do you know he's not only into men?"
"I'll get to that in a moment. He went to bed earlier than usual last night. I decided to secretly check on him, as usual. When I crept into his room, I noticed he'd left the door open about half a meter. I could hear him talking into his pillow. He was using it to masturbate, like he was having sex with it. The only difference was that I could hear what he was whispering, and he was pretending the pillow was me!"
"Oh my God, that little pervert saw through your bluff!"
"It wasn't really a bluff, more wishful thinking. This boy has a vividly perverse imagination. In the end, right after he came inside the pillow or the substitute self, he whispered to the pillow self how much he wanted to see me licking Evie's pussy while he sucked her father's cock."
"I thought I knew him, but he's much more perverse than I could ever have imagined. Does he know about us?"
"Not yet, although I've told him I'm bisexual. I want to keep the part about us being a couple a secret until I unleash you on him."
"Okay, I hope it doesn't take long."
"Well, my next move in this sexual chess game will take place this afternoon when he comes home from school. During our little chat, I mentioned that I've been living alone for so long that I might forget someone's home and masturbate in the open living room."
"You didn't!"
"Oh yes, I want him to know that we are soulmates and that he should feel comfortable around me. When he comes home today, he'll see me sitting in the living room in my underwear, fingering myself under the waistband of my panties. I bet he'll join in."
"Are you sure?"
"It's a constant game where we both try to outdo each other's last move. Last night he played well, whether he intended to or not. If he joins in this afternoon, I'll come to his room tonight, wearing the nightclothes you so often wear to arouse me."
"The panties and the T-shirt that ends just below the breasts?"
"Yes, exactly. I'll thank him for playing along with my little bit of fun this afternoon and for the show he put on for me last night. I'll give him plenty of time to get ready to masturbate again. When I come in, he'll be naked and I'll be the one who's overdressed. I'll gently convince him that while our banter was fun, it's time for our relationship to evolve into something more sexual. I expect a night of intense fucking to follow. If all goes well, you'll come over tomorrow and we'll tell him about our special relationship and how it can become his special relationship too."
"Well then, I wish you the best of luck. Let me know if he bites today."
"Okay, sweetie. I'll talk later." – On the way home from school:
"Hey Scott, wait!", Evie called from a few meters behind me.
I turned around and saw her jogging behind me. "Hey Evie, what's up?"
"Not much. I thought I'd go home with you, since we don't live far from each other."
"Do you live near me?" I asked.
"About a quarter mile down the road."
"Oh, sure."
"And what do you think of the Greek restaurant?"
"It's nice. I haven't eaten much Greek food before, but I think I like it. The saganaki was particularly good, and when they flambé it, it really warms up the room."
“Oh-pah!” she exclaimed.
"Yeah, oh-pah. Your dad seems pretty cool."
"Yes, that's him. Even though it's been just the two of us for a while now, I've learned how funny he can be."
"With Ashley, I'm starting to become like that. I never thought I'd get so close to foster parents, but she's almost more like a best friend than a mother. I worry because they say they should be our parents, not our friends. Even so, I respect them so much that I could never take advantage of them. You know, act like a typical teenager, talking a big game and not doing what they're told. I want to help around the house and not cause any trouble."
"I'm glad it's working out. I hear many stories about children in foster care. Some get along well with truly loving families. Others end up with nightmare parents who are only after money or try to mold them into their good little Christian."
"Ironically, that sounds like my last stop in the system."
"Your story isn't as unique as you might think. I had another friend who was in the system, and one of her placements was with an overly strict Baptist family. She actually ran away. They tried to track her down and find her, but she did her research and went straight to the DCFS and told them about some of the harsh punishments. She told them that if she was sent back, she would always find a way to get away until they realized she wasn't a good match."
"How is she now?"