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The Fosters Fanfic: Sex and Guitars
BPOV
Damn, this girl is fine. Perfectly rounded ass, squeezable- Whoa, Brandon, hold onto yourself! You can't jump her bones, she could totally squish me.
"I think you got that C chord wrong," I decided to comment.
"Really? Which one?" Her beautiful head wrinkled in confusion. I shifted her fingers to the right strings.
"That one." I paused. "Do you remember much about your mother? Before she-"
"A little," Callie cut me off. "She taught me most of... this." She vaguely gestured to my guitar sitting in front of her. She was quick to change the subject.
"Do you play? Or... used to?"
I was that close to forgetting how to speak. But I saved myself.
"Yeah, but it's been a while. A few months, maybe."
"Oh." She strummed a G chord.
"Very good! You remember something."
She laughed. "Yes, I haven't completely recovered from my amnesia. It's an especially rare case called INeverHadAGuitarToPracticeInSevenYears-Itis."
"Seven years? I-"
"Kids, lights out!" My mom(Steph) called. Callie got up and handed me my guitar. She looked... sad?
"Alright," she called back. Callie collected her bag on her arm and headed towards Marianas' room. I watched her pert little ass go. I was sad to see her leave. I got ready for bed and turned out the light. I started thinking about Callie. Where was she from? How did she get in juvie? What- my phone started ringing. It was Talya. I let it ring until it stopped. I started to think again until I fell asleep.
"Talya, I hate you. You used Brandon for popularity and sex, he's just to... to Brandon to see it. You don't deserve him." Callie said to Talya.
"Maybe I did use him, but he loves me more than some street rat." She scoffed.
"You bitch! My mother is dead because of people like you. People who don't care. If people cared, they would've noticed when she had a heart attack, they would've called for help. But, Jude, Jude and I are the only ones left because of you."
"Everyone dies for a reason. Maybe you deserved to be alone."
"Even if I did that has nothing to do with Jude, or mom, or...dad." she was sobbing now.
I woke up with a start.
"Brandon!"
"Brandon!"
"Brandon!" Someone shout whispered. Her voice trembled. I sat up.
"Yeah? Callie what's wrong?" She didn't answer. Instead she came to me and leaned her head into my chest, sniffling.
"It was so horrible," she sobbed.
I started to worry. "What's horrible?" I rocked her.
She hugged my torso and buried her face further into my chest.
"The, the the dream," she cried.
"Oh Callie, don't be afraid of a little dream. It didn't mean anything." She looked up at me with red puffy eyes filled with sorrow. She looked confused again.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"Well, it all depends on what you make of a dream. If it was, say you and Jude moving to a permanent-"
"That's not a good dream," it was my turn to be confused. "I don't want to leave. I mean have you seen Jesus and Jude? I want that for him. Someone, a older brotherly figure, to look up to, not just his hovering sister."
"Ahh, you don't hover. I know I would be worried if it was Mike."
"I try not to worry anymore, about him. He's old enough..to.. I don't know, not get killed, at least. And besides, I have you." She finished. I couldn't see her face, so impulsively, I kissed her ruffled brown hair and wrapped my arms around her. I turned her face up and kissed every last inch of her face.
"You're right. You do have me, always. Every last bit. You'll need someone to correct that C chord all the time." She laughed, but it faded quickly. "But Callie, I want you to know that I need you. We all do, especially Jude. You are way too important and way too precious to overlook. Please, don't forget that no matter where you are, or what happens, we will always care for you."
"What about Jude?" She sniffled.
"Jude too," I said.
"I love you," I think I heard.
"My dream," she began. "My dream, I saw your dad, he attacked Jude and I tried to help but I, fell, then you," she turned to look at me with red rimmed eyes. "You came with a cape and saved us like superman," she laughed, a hysterical one.
"Did I? Was I super sexy in my costume?"
"Super," she agreed. "But while you were whisking us away, I felt, I don't know, secure..? in your, arms?" She whispers. "And I was a little disappointed to see you not in costume. Super, super smex levels," she whispered, but not in a slutty seductress way, but kind of like we're five years old and she's telling me a secret.
"And, we kissed. And Jude threw a rock at your head." She said almost inaudibly.
I laughed. "We did? How?"
"Oh the lips, dofus."
"I don't think I know what you mean. You'll have to show me."
She lifted her head and lifted an eyebrow. Damn, damn, damn that was sexy! Callie offered a small smile before pressing her lips to mine. It started out gentle, but I increased pressure and held her tighter. She wrapped her arms around my neck and braided them into my hair. My hands had no control.
"Really, that's funny, because I was thinking how wonderful you'd look in pajamas, and here they are," I gesture to her. No bra, tank top, boy shorts. Perfect.
"Mmm, is that so?"
"I don't want to sound like a perv, but, I just so happen to fancy you in those shorts." I admitted.
"Wonderful, because I just so happen to love you without a shirt." She commented.
"I love it when you don't wear a bra."
She blushed a little at that. "I love you without pants. Way too much clothing."
"Then why don't we take some off?" I suggested.
"Oh, a splendid idea. I think we should start with your boxers. They're far too protective."
"Why, of course! What a marvelous idea! But, umm, could you show me our rock worthy activity in your dream again?"
"Certainly," she whispered. She trailed a blazed finger up my chest and connected her lips to mine. As before, it started slow, innocent. But then her tongue, so warm... I ended up cuming in my pants. Impulsively, I gently grabbed her waist and pulled her on my lap, grinding against her. She let out the tiniest moan, but it was there. Callie wildly fluffed my hair, and ran her fingers down my arms.
"So beautiful," I murmured when we separated for air. "Everything. Your nose, your eyes, your ears, every last piece of you, absolutely and extraordinarily beautiful."
She did nothing but stare at me, with a little twinkle of glimmering emotion in her marvelous eyes. Ferociously, her lips were back, all over me.
"You don't, know...how long...I've waited...for you." She breathed, still kissing my chest. "I've...missed, being loved." She said.
"I love you," I murmured. "Callie, you never have to go back to that again. You're just too damn sexy. And far, far too fascinating. Dangerously, even." She simply stared. Again.
"What about me fascinates you?" Callid asked.
"You, in general. You've been through hell and back, but yet you can still function. Better than I can."
"I love you," she breathed, excited.
"I love you too, but isn't it a little early for that? Couples usually wait until at least six months for the first 'I love yous' out loud."
"What if you count by dog years?" She laughed.
"Still, Callie, that's a month's time."
"Shoot," she muttered. "I have to wait a month to say that again? Preposterous!"
"You're right. Absolutely ridiculous."
"Then why are we following it?"
"We shouldn't."
"And we're not. I love you." She pronounced.
"And I love you," I said. "Why?"
"You understand me. When nobody else did."
"Glad to be of service," I decided to comment.
I saw something move by my door, and a skateboard beanie told the truth. Shit.
"Hey bro, have you seen-" Jesus started, but saw our current, umm...situation. "Sorry! I didn't see a thing!" He shout whispered, running from the door in a hurry. I let out a relieved breath, but I knew I'd have to talk to him later. Be it impossible, I somehow forgot about the extremely beautiful girl appraising my lap. I mentally prepared myself for her to run out the room crying; she must've realized how thin the ice we're treading on is. But instead, my eyes were met with wide doe ones, expectant, maybe. I didn't understand.
"Are you okay?" I question, testing my ground.
"Never better. I realized something, though." She told me. I nodded my head to let her know I'm listening, but she continued to stare.
"Go on," I decided to urge. She nodded and bent her head. Suddenly, her twiddling thumbs must've been the most interesting thing to her in that moment. I started to open my mouth, but she beat me to the chase.
"I had a little epiphany in my room last night, Mariana thought I was crazy, but-"
"Mariana knows?" I felt bad for cutting her off, but this was important.
"No, not directly. But she must know something's up now. I...may have started screaming 'Eurika' at the top of my lungs the night before," I stared at her with wide eyes, but she continued regardless.
"What I realized, was that I don't care anymore. Wyatt and I did our research a few days ago, and legally, you can't get rid of Jude based on my mistakes. I would be able to testify in court if the matter should arise. Plus, Steph being a cop, she could double as a parol officer, and that's the worst that could happen. I trust your family enough that you all would tell the truth in court, unlike that bastard who-" Callie's voice grew louder as she neared the end of her speech. I tried to be gentle, swear when I slid my hand over her mouth, but she flinched regardless.
"I didn't mean to frighten you," I apologized.
"It's cool. But Brandon, I. Don't. Care. Not anymore. If my master plan backfires and I have to leave, it'll be fine because I've already lived. I've felt alive for you, and that's all I need to survive eternity without it."
"I don't want you to go," I said.
"Then I won't. Promise. All you have to do is keep quiet." She slurred, but it was cute. She got on her hands and knees, crawling towards me; we'd shifted during her speech just a little.
"Sir Foster," she purred, and pushed my chest back till I hit my pillow. Playfully, though. I wanted to believe that I could easily resist her push if I wanted to, but no. The idea of it was laughable now.
"I do believe we have a current matter to attend to,"
"That we do, Lady Callie," I tried to play along, but I most likely sounded like a bad Mr. Darcy impersonator. "That we do."
¡Hola! This is my first story on Fanfiction, and I don't know if I should continue this or not. Let me know what you think in the comments, and you guys might see chapter two in the near future! I was thinking of doing another different one after the summer finale, so let me know what you think!
So, should I continue? I had a few more ideas... Anyways, Happy Fostering! ¡Adiós!
-Ash
