Sunday was fairly uneventful for us. Kayla and I had sex a few times, but other than that we just spent the day relaxing before the inevitable hell known as Monday.

Monday

We had the alarm set for 5:00 AM, probably a bit too early for most kids our age but we hated feeling rushed in the morning, and I had always been a bit of a morning person. I hadn't heard the alarm go off yet so I turned my head towards the clock sitting on my nightstand- 4:50, really no point in going back to sleep, and even if there was, I don't think I could have. Looking down towards the foot of the bed I found the source of what had woken me up, Kayla with her mouth wrapped around my cock. I sat myself up and reached my hand forward and stroked her soft brown hair. She looked up at me when my hand came in contact with her, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Good morning beautiful."

She slowly lifted her head up from my cock, "Good morning to you too, handsome."

"You been up long?"

"Just a few minutes," she crawled up towards me until she was straddling my hips, "I thought a little exercise could help us wake up."

I let out a small laugh and reached over to turn off the alarm clock, last thing I wanted was for it to suddenly go off when we weren't expecting it and give us a mini heart attack. Once I had set the clock to off, I grabbed Kayla by the shoulders and quickly flipped her over onto her back. Satisfied with our current position I aimed my member towards her sex and began thrusting with vigor. This was one of those times when our primary goal was to cum as soon as possible, it was fast and rough, and we both loved it. It only took five minutes for us to cum at the same time, Kayla squirting her fluids all over my crotch while I shot my load into her cunt. When I pulled out, a thick pool of white liquid came flooding out of her.

I jumped out of bed and grabbed Kayla by the hand, pulling her out of the bedroom and towards the bathroom, "Come on, let's go get showered."

One nice hot shower later, Kayla and I were heading down the stairs, remaining nude for as long as we could. We had come down just in time to see Johnathon dressed and about to head out the door. He was wearing business casual attire, brown slacks with a black button-down shirt and a red tie, enough to show he wanted to be taken seriously but not so much that anyone could accuse him of over doing it. Looking him over, I just hoped he wasn't feeling too restricted in those clothes all day. Kayla and I at least had the option of wearing loose t-shirts and pants (or dresses and skirts in her case) but those button shirts always felt really constricting.

We had run over to him just before he got to the door so we could give him a hug and wish him luck on his first day. The three of us were locked in a big group hug, Johnathon giving both of us a quick kiss on the head followed by a "good luck at school and be good". After assuring him that we would he shouted a quick goodbye to Sarah before heading out the door.

The smell of eggs and waffles flooded our noses as we came into the kitchen. Sarah was standing in front of the stove, wearing an apron and preparing three plates for us. Kayla and I took a seat at the table while we waited for her to finish up. Not too long after, Sarah brought all of our plates over to the table. Her and Kayla ate their breakfast slowly, but I picked up my fork and immediately begin funneling food into my mouth finishing within just a few minutes, while my sisters shook their heads at me and Kayla whispered something about "pig". I kissed her on the forehead as I walked passed her into the kitchen and made myself a cup of coffee, then went out to the living room to relax on the couch until it was time for us to leave. Kayla joined me a few minutes later, leaning back against me and putting in a pair of earbuds as she got her phone out and began scrolling through her apps. I opted to turn on the TV and watch whatever I could find that could hold my interest.

We had been laying on the couch for awhile when I looked at my phone and checked the time, 6:20. I tapped Kayla on the shoulder.

"Come on, let's get dressed and head out."

She looked up at me from the YouTube video she was watching, and took on her earbuds out, "Right now? But it's only 6." there was a bit of a pout in her reply.

"Sorry hon, I've got an AP class that starts at 7," I grabbed her hands and pulled her up, "Come on, we've gotta get dressed eventually.

I pulled a pair of gray boxer-briefs, blue bootcut jeans, and a plain charcoal gray t-shirt. Ordinary I would have skipped out on the underwear altogether, but I needed them to conceal a certain 'reaction' that was bound to happen at some point. Kayla had chosen a black blouse that was just thick enough to keep her nipples from poking through, but still made it clear she was rather top heavy. She'd also gone with a pink skirt that stopped just a few inches above the knees, and if I knew her she wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Alright Hummy, upskirt check time."

This was a test we always did anytime she wore a skirt or dress that went above the knees. It involved lots of her bending over and moving herself into various positions to find out if there was anyway someone could accidentally see up her skirt. After going through the motions and not seeing any glimpses of her genital area, I gave her the all clear and we headed back downstairs.

I grabbed the car keys from the coffee table and called out to Sarah, "Sarah! We're leaving now!"

"Hang on!" I heard her call from the bedroom. A moment later she came out wearing a white sundress and walked over to us by the door.

I gave her a once over, "You spending the day out today?"

"Nah, I've gotta pick up Andy from daycare camp today."

"Ah yeah." Andy was Sarah and Johnathon's son and, obviously, mine and Kayla's nephew. Sarah had enrolled him in a three-day long camp for preschool and kindergarten aged children, hence why he hadn't been around the last couple of days.

I clapped my hands together, "Alright everyone, kisses and then we'll head out."

I bent down towards Sarah and gave her a kiss on the lips, quickly slipping my tongue in before pulling away. Next Sarah and Kayla gave each other and equally sensual kiss, though they had to go into it from a bit of an odd angle since the size of their breasts made a head on kiss a bit difficult. Last but not least, Kayla and I took our turn together; grabbing her by the bottom I lifted her up as she wrapped her legs around my waist. Our mouths opened wide as our tongues began battling for dominance. We kissed for well over a minute (which honestly felt much too short) before I set her down and we reluctantly pulled away.

"I guess it's time to get going," I tried to hide the disappointment in my voice, but held it in like a leaking pipe fixed with scotch tape.

We pulled up to the school right at 6:45, plenty of time for me to get to class and get set up before it started. I stepped out of the driver's seat and tossed the keys over to Sarah as she stepped out.

"I'll pick you guys up at 3. Have a good day, I love you both."

"Love you too, sis!" Kayla and I both called out in unison. "Give Andy a hug and a kiss for us," I added.

"I will!" She shouted from the car before driving off.

Kayla and I entered through the school gate together and headed towards the high school building. This school was set up to go from 7th to 12th grade, but the 7th and 8th grade building was set off to the side. We stopped in front of the high school building and turned to give each other a hug.

"Have a great day, Kay. I love you so much," the last part came out in almost a whisper. We could never be to wary of eavesdroppers.

"I love you more," she whispered back softly.

"You gonna be okay until class starts?"

"Mhmm, I'll just hang out in the library until then."

I gently ruffled her hair before opening the door to step inside. There was a desk directly to my right when I walked in, with "ADMINISTRATION" written in big letters across it. Directly behind the desk was the assistant principal, Mrs. Beaulieu, busily working away on something. She was relatively attractive, as far as teachers go, no older than her early forties at the most. Nothing particularly spectacular about her either, jet-black straight hair that went down just past her shoulders and eyes that seemed to be a very dark brown, with almost pale skin and a face which was neither repulsive nor astonishing.

"Bonjour, Mme Beaulieu," being from Quebec, Mrs. Beaulieu insisted that we always great her in French.

She looked up at me from whatever she was working on and smiled, "Bonjour, monsieur Johnston. Welcome back," she took a moment to type something onto her computer, "You are here for, AP Chemistry, yes?"

"Yes ma'am."

She opened up a drawer and reached into grab a piece of paper, then pointed down the hall, "Right down the hall, stairs and elevator to your left, when you get to the top go right and walk down until you get to your first turn, then right again. Room 207 will be the first one on your left. Here's a map of the upper classman building in case you get lost."

I took the paper from here and gave it a quick glance before folding it up and putting it in my pocket, "Merci."

I followed Mrs. Beaulieu's directions exactly, and in no time found myself right in front of room 207. I looked in through the small window on the door to see the lights on and a few people already in there, so I reached my hand forward to grab the door handle and stepped inside. Everyone else was chatting away as I entered, their conversation never breaking even as the door closed behind me. I recognized a couple of the faces in the room, but I didn't know any of them personally.

My attention was soon drawn away from the other students and towards where I would sit. Instead of desks there were long narrow tables, each with four chairs, two tables to a row and four columns on each side. I decided to take one of the tables up front, specifically the one on the righthand side, taking the chair that was second from the left. Once I got myself seated, I reached into my backpack and pulled out my binder, pens, and highlighters, setting them out neatly in front of me. Then I pulled out my iPad Pro, which thankfully I was allowed to use in class and had been able to download all of my textbooks to (it was murder on my back having to carry so many textbooks around).

I was right in the middle of opening the file for my chemistry textbook when I heard the door open behind me. Right about time too, because it was five minutes to 7. I tuned out the chatter of everyone else as they came in and got the rest of my stuff set up before I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder.

"E-excuse me," I heard in what might have been one of the most fragile voices ever, "Do you, um, mind if I sit here?"

I turned my head to see who was talking to me and... wow, I mean absolutely wow. You didn't get girls like this asking to sit next to you everyday. She had fair skin and hair that was so lightly blonde it was practically white. But what really caught me were her eyes, they were a deep violet color, they were possibly the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen.

I broke out of my trance before I ended up staring at her for too long; then remembered she had asked me a question.

"Oh! Yes, of course."

She pulled out the chair next to me and took her seat, then began digging through her backpack, pulling out a notebook and textbook. I went back to setting up the rest of my stuff when out of the corner of my eye I saw her hand still digging through her bag, practically reaching into the bottom. With her books, already on the table I figured the only thing she could be looking for was a pencil. Being careful not to startle her, I gently tapped her on the shoulder.

"I have extra pens and pencils if you need any."

"Oh no! You don't have to do that. I'm... sure I packed them this morning," she said in a tone that told me she most certainly was not sure she had packed them.

I reached into my backpack and pulled out a pen, pencil, and highlighter, then put them on the table right in front of her, "I insist."

She looked at the table, then back to me, "Thank you,"

"My pleasure."

Just at that moment, we all heard a "Good morning, everyone," from the front of the room. All the chatter in the room stopped and our eyes moved towards the front of the classroom. This was the first time I got a real look at our Chemistry teacher, he was an older man, probably in his 50s or 60s, and I had the feeling he was an experienced teacher. He was also an incredibly imposing figure, even at his age he looked to be in extreme good shape and was, by estimation, around six and a half feet tall. I couldn't imagine what he might have looked like when he was younger.

He continued on, "Welcome to our first day of AP Chemistry. I'm Dr. Kohler and I'll be your teacher this year. I'll just take a moment to tell you about myself, and then let you know what's in store for this semester. I'm originally from California, I have a PhD in Chemistry from the California Institute of Technology, and I've been teaching in so form or another for about 30 years now. So despite my very youthful appearance I'm actually very old and experienced."

That got a laugh out of us.

"Now. We'll be covering the fundamentals of chemistry this semester- atoms, compounds, polyatomic, gases, stoichiometry. And don't worry if this is all Greek to you, I promise it'll all make sense soon. And since this is a 2-hour long period, we'll have plenty of time to go over everything. We're also going to have lectures Monday through Thursday and a lab every Friday. I'm going to pass out a syllabus to everyone, it just basically goes over what I expect of you in class and how I'll be structuring everything. The last page is also a safety and liability form since we'll be working some potentially dangerous materials in the lab. I assume, you're all under 18?"

I nodded, everyone else in my row nodded. I didn't hear anyone say no.

"You'll need to have your parent or guardian sign these forms, and make sure you both read them thoroughly. Now then, one last thing before we get started. Take a look at the edges of the tables in front of you, you'll see that they're numbered."

I looked, sure enough they were.

"Where you're sitting now will be your assigned seat for the rest of the semester, so last chance for anyone to switch seats."

I heard some chairs moving around in the back.

Dr Kohler continued, "For those of you in even numbered seats, the person to your immediate left will be your lab partner and should also be your homework and study partner. Trust me you'll have a much easier time working with someone else. So, go ahead and talk to your partner for a few while I try to figure out this so-called smart board and get your books opened up to chapter one."

I looked toward the edge of the table at my number, it was even. And immediately to my left was this beautiful girl, who I'd probably be working with for the rest of the semester.

I hope she isn't secretly a psychopath.

We both turned to face each other, and I decided to jump right in with introductions. I held out my hand and she promptly grasped and shook it.

"The name's Johnston, Humphrey Johnston," I opened with my best James Bond impression. I must have done well because she let out a giggle.

"Lilly Ivanov, pleasure to meet you."

Her last name caught my attention. I recognized it as Russian and thought perhaps I had a good opportunity to show off.

"Rossiyskoye vtorzheniye v Severnuyu Ameriku nachalos. (The Russian invasion of North America has begun.)"

"Ty govorish' po-russki? (You speak Russian?)" That caught me by surprise. I honestly hadn't expected her to speak Russian as well.

"Da, ya vybral eto kak moy yazykovoy kurs dlya nachinayushchikh i vtorokursnikov. (Yeah, took it as my language course for freshman and sophomore year.)"

"YA vrode dumal, chto vse v Kanade govoryat po-frantsuzski kak na vtorom yazyke. (I kinda thought everyone in Canada spoke French as their second language.)"

"YA proboval frantsuzskiy, ya byl ne ochen' khorosh v etom. Ne mogu skazat' namnogo bol'she, chem «privet», «spasibo» i tomu podobnoye. (I tried French; I wasn't very good at it. Couldn't say much more than "hello" "thank you" and things like that.)"

She let out another laugh. I liked her laugh, it was cute. "Vy khorosho govorite po-russki. (Well you speak Russian very well.)"

"Blagodaryu. Vy namnogo luchshe, khotya, vy pochti zvuchite kak nositel' yazyka. (Thanks. You're a lot better though, you almost sound like a native speaker.)"

"Nu, ya govoryu eto tak zhe, kak govoryu po-angliyski. Tak chto, dumayu, vy mogli by skazat', chto ya. (Well, I've been speaking it just as I've been speaking English. So, I guess you could say I am.)"

Our conversation was interrupted as Dr. Kohler called for everyone's attention. I turned myself back towards the front of the room as he began his lecture. I could tell almost immediately that I was going to like his class; an hour of lecture had gone by that only felt like a few minutes, and he even allowed us a short break at 8:00. It was clear he knew how to make a long lecture interesting at the very least; a respectful feat considering all we discussed was the scientific method, measurements, and significant figures.

As the bell rang to let class out I grabbed my stuff and gently placed it into my backpack, so as not to break or tear anything. Just as I was finishing packing, I saw Lilly standing up out of the corner of my eye and before I knew it, my mouth was moving without me even thinking about it.

"Hey Lilly!" I may have called out a little louder than I had intended.

"Yes?"

"Um, while I'm thinking about it we should probably set up some time to meet… for studying and doing homework. Ya know?" I sheepishly rubbed the back of my head.

"Oh! That's a good idea, when's a good time for you?"

"Well, I'm free anytime after noon and I'll be here at school until 3 if any time during that period works."

Lilly reached into her pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, unfolding it and giving it a look over. We exited the classroom and began walking down the hall while we talked, "Umm.. I've got lunch at 12 and a study hall at 1 if that would work?"

"That would work, as long as we can get the okay from your teacher for me to come in at that time… wait, what time do you get out of school?"

"I get out at 3 if that would work for you too."

I had to pause for a second. Most students in our grade got out of school at 2, and that was only because most started their day at 9; I was able to get out at noon since I was taking an early morning AP class. If Lilly was taking the early morning AP class too and was still at school until 3 she must have had her plate full.

"How come you've got classes so late into the day?"

Lilly shrugged, "Beats me. I asked about that when we were enrolling but apparently there's some rule where lowerclassmen have to stay until a certain time."

Wait, did she just say lowerclassmen? "Hang on, what grade are you in?"

Lilly seemed to pause for a moment, and I could have sworn I saw her blush just a little bit, "I'm uh… I'm a freshman."

That stopped me dead in my tracks. I was impressed, she had to have been the only freshman taking AP chemistry. I wanted to tell her as much too, and I was just about to when I happened to glance at a clock hanging on the wall and noticed it was two minutes to 9.

"Shit. Hey Lilly, go ahead and just meet me in the library during your lunch period. I gotta get to class."

I took off immediately after that. I felt a bit guilty leaving so abruptly, Lilly seemed like a nice girl and it was probably rude of me to leave like that without saying goodbye or anything, but I didn't want to be late for any of my classes on my first day. I checked my schedule again as I was walking, my next class was English in room 224. Fortunately for me, Lilly and I had been walking in that general direction and I was able to find the classroom fairly quickly.

Despite it being less than a minute until the bell rang, it looked like just over half the class was inside and seated (oh well, you could never expect high schoolers to take anything seriously). There were a few open seats in the first row, and I snatched up one of them just as the bell rang. The rest of the class came flooding in right as the bell rang, I even saw the teacher subtly shaking her head at them for cutting it that close. I pulled my binder and pens out of my backpack and prepared for my second class of the day.