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Beautiful creature, Callie is,

A broken life coveting dependence.

Logic says she should want the other,

But conscience says not to look by the cover.

I was always a bad poet. My writing never made sense; still doesn't. I'd have to explain why later.

Callie's hair is the most extraordinary thing I'd even imagined in my life. It twinkled red when it caught the light, and it glowed around her face, lifting her porcelain skin. I guess it's true. Life's treasures always come from the broken. I suddenly felt the urge to thank Callie's good side.

Psstt... Misses Jacobs? Are you there? Alright, I know this is sorta weird, but I really wanted to say thank you. For Callie, I mean. She's extraordinary. I know you've probably been watching my every move since, I don't know...

I suddenly felt really bad. Here I was, sweet talking her dead mother, when to her, (Misses Jacobs), I could've looked like I was using her! A blowjob, Brandon? I thought. Really?

Okay, I know this looks really bad, but I couldn't help it! She gave me the puppy dogs eyes! What was I supposed to do? I couldn't jus-

My tirade with Misses Jacobs was abruptly brought to a halt when Miss Jacobs kissed my cheek.

"You are so sweet," she said. My eyes widened, again.

Was that from you?

I felt a little silly with my assumptions, but I'm deciding to take a bet here. She likes me.

"Good morning to you, too." I didn't understand, but I had to ask...

"What was that for?"

"Tú eres mi aguacatona, o, tal vez eres mi querida, my sweetie." She cooed. "And I was awake, you know."

Crap. I knew she was referring to my mini vocal lesson I had sung to her while I thought she was sleeping. It was an old pop song my mom used to listen to when I was five. I barely remembered it; parts and bits of the chorus were sung aloud.

"Don't worry, I liked it." She pressed her finger to my chest, which was still bare, by the way.

"You have a very sweet voice, a throaty one."

I took that compliment in stride.

"Sweet like velvet, honey, ca-"

"Oh, definitely honey. Velvet's too smooth."

I laughed. My throaty chuckle resonated around the room, and I had to remind myself not to be so loud; I didn't what whack- I mean, uhh... Mariana coming to bust my face for waking her up.

Suddenly I remembered that Callie is supposed to be in that room right now...

"Fush! Callie you have to go back!" I yelled. What? It's a mix between fuck and shit. Fush.

Callie scrambled out the bed, too worried to catch my slip up. After she was gone, I listened in through the door. I had to know if Mariana bought it or not.

"What took you so long?" I heard Mariana say.

"Oh, um... I had to... fart." I had to crack a laugh at that. Hearing such an un-ladylike word escape her lips was so odd. I'd come to see Callie...differently, as you already know.

But what the fuck was Jesus doing in my room at two A.M? Little sneak. He must've heard something. I couldn't recall being that loud... I wonder if he could see my boner from the door... No, that's ridiculous. You would need a microscope to the see count cockula as far as I had it up her butt. Whoa, Brandon! You're being watched! Fush! I forgot about her mom!

I felt like a pussy, but I had to apologize.

Sorry, uh... Misses Jacobs. That was bad...

Callie came back. Humf.

"I told her we're gonna practice together," she said.

"That works, would you like to actually play?"

I suddenly felt the need to give her a choice. We'd pick our toes if that made her happy.

"Hmm," she purred, cocking her head to the side in thought. "Not now, count. We have much more...prominent business to attend to." Callie vaguely gestured to my cock.

Is it possible to rip the seams of your boxers with an erection, ,even with the little cut out whatchamacallit? Hope not.

"My, my, my! Look at how big it is!"

I chuckled at her. Damn straight.

"Why, I'd give anything to be able to just look at it!"

I guess Lady Ashley must've forgotten that she'd already seen it. But, something else much more, fragrant caught my attention. Callie's arousal (wiggle eyebrows) swirled around the room.

Damn, damn damn this girl is smexy!

"Can I lick you?"

What? I figured it was better to say it out loud first. Callie flushed a vibrant pink at my words. But that little vixen must've been very determined to stay in character, because...

"Count, what a straight statement! But yes, I've been in hell."

Even though I knew which lines shr was referring to, her choice of words made me think. But later for that.

I laughed. "Lay down."

My smile faded when I realized that I couldn't ravish this extraordinary creature in front of me. Gosh darnit. But, it didn't take me long to find another way to eat this morning. I have to remember not to say that out loud. Like, ever.

"One moment, mi muñeca," I told her. I went to my desk, where a few music books were laying. Exactly. I took the guitar one and opened it to the major chords page. I layed it down on her lower stomach, just above her belly button.

I sure hope Lady Ashley doesn't fancy these shorts. I grabbed a handful in each hand. Callie gasped when I ripped the seam.

"Brandon!" She shout-whispered. I kind of reminded me of her last night, but I couldn't think about that now. A perfectly sized slit showed me her underwear. She started to giggle and my attention was brought elsewhere.

"I'm sorry, Callie." I sighed. "You don't know how bad I want every last inch of you right now, but I can't. Well, shouldn't, but that's aside from the point. But just you wait. I promise I'll make it up to you. For now, there are a few things I could do..."

I slid my finger down the soaked seat of her panties, marveling at it. I chanced a glance up at her face; her head was tilted back and she was biting that damn lip again..

Fush, Brandon, focus!

"Now, if you want to play a G chord, you have to-" I stroked one finger in a circle around her clitoris, or ay least where I thought it was. Black underwear never does anyone justice. Except in sexiness.

"Apply a good amount of pressure," I pushed again and moved the seat of her underwear to one side, "When you want a good, sound." Right on cue, Callie moaned, but it was cute. Kind of like a cat trying to yawn. I just had to laugh at that. I let her panties snap closed and she whimpered. But don't worry; I wasn't anywhere near done with her.

"But, if you lose your pick when you're trying to strum," I ran my middle finger down her folds, which were still covered. I tried not to let that bother me.

"One method is to try to curve you fingers around the E string," I paused, hooking my fingers around her underwear and pulling it to one side, like before, "And dig for it."

I let one finger slide into her, um...lady garden, ahem. What? There is no way in hell I'm saying vagina. Callie whimpered again, and I realized that I hadn't moved my finger.

"You might have to move your guitar until the clit- I mean pick comes into view." I started to wiggle my fingers in and out, curving them slightly. I grabbed her hip with the, um... unoccupied hand and turned it upwards, so I got more leverage.

"Then, you have to try not to hit the G spot- I mean chord, because you don't want the strings to unwind."

Callie could barely talk between moans, but she did say,

"Are you... Are you s-sure about... that?"

"Positive." I smiled at her. But I had to go back into, character now. Best foreplay ever!

"If you still can't find the pick, or can't reach it, you'll have to unwind the G string," I emphasized, finally hitting her G spot and twisting her clitoris in my free hand. Callie started convulsing under my hands, and I'm pretty sure I had a smug grin on my face. You know, the one where your lips curl up at the sides. Great. First Mr. Darcy, now the grinch.

"And dig some more." I started fingering her erratically, and Callie groaned, but this one was too loud.

"What, you can't get it? You have to have patience, Callie." That was my subtle way of telling her not to cum yet. I'm having too much fun.

"Keep unwinding the strings," I said, lightly squeezing the folds around her clit and rolling them.

"And pretty soon," I started going faster, "You'll find it."

Callie bit my pillow to silence her orgasm. Fush yea!

F$fs

"Hey Brandon, Callie," Mom (Steph) said. I smiled at her. "Had fun?"

Callie choked on her cereal.

"Yeah, totally. I showed Callie how to change guitar strings." I winked at her; partly for her to notice the double meaning in my words, and the other half for her to play along also.

"Sorry!" Her cheeks flushed a light pink, "I thought I remembered. Your E sounded funny and I was just trying to fix it."

"I know that Cals, you told me that already." I sighed. "But I thought it was the G; remember when I had to unwind it?" I hinted, and she nodded furiously. "I had lost the pick and I couldn't tune it again after I found it."

"I know, B, you showed me exactly how to do it myself."

"Oh I know, but I'm always here to do it for you." As in making her cum again. Oh yea. She's never masturbating again.

It was very suggestive banter, but moms didn't notice a thing. Lena was too busy smacking the extra waffle out Jesus's hand. Which reminded me,

"Hey Jesus," I said, but I was kissing up; he loved that, "What did you need to borrow?" Mariana was busy telling muñeca about a trip to the mall; we were in the clear.

"Oh, man, I wanted to see if you had my glow in the dark underwear; the moon was covered last night and I could finally use them!" He paused, "But why was-"

"I'll tell you later," I cut him off. Instead of finishing, I busied myself with eating, one, and listening to Mariana talk, two.

"We have go to Spencers," she said, and my ears pricked up.

"Shh! And what would any of us need from there?" Callie blushed.

"Nothing to show anybody," she said simply. "But don't you know that you always feel sexier with that on underneath?"

"Oh, I see." Callie said, cocking her head to the side. Her eyes brightened; I knew she had an idea. The only thing missing would be someone yelling 'SOS'. Except hers was cuter.

"Alright, I'll go. But this isn't for who you think it is." Callie noticed my growl but chose to ignore it.

"Wyatt's dating that Emo girl in our Trig class. We're still, and always will be just friends."

"Okay, okay. But still: thongs are the prongs of confidence." Mariana beamed. Callie rolled her eyes and laughed.

"Whatever you say."

Callie looked up and I quickly averted my eyes. Eavesdroppers never win. But I might this time. If, Callie's thinking what I'm thinking.

F$fs

I could never write fully. I'd always leave something out of a paragraph. Or poem. Here I was, trying to think of a poem I could give to Callie for Christmas, which was coming up. I'd have to think about it later.

I was sitting in the music room during lunch, and I was surprised not to see mi muñeca. She was usually here, I wasn't. Before I got a chance to go into how beautiful this magnificent creature is, piano chords with matching notes started to dance in my head; I put down my sandwich and sat up on the piano bench and started playing.

Callie's Nocture.

¡Hola! So, how did you guys like Brandon this time? He was a little extra OC. Let me know what you think in the comments, and you guys will see chapter four in the near future! I was thinking of doing another different one now that the summer finale is over. Pwease let me know what you think!

ALERT: The next post will be the song Brandon sung to his muñeca. I hate it when people put song lyrics inside the chapter, so I'm just gonna put that separate. So, if you guys don't care, you can skip over it.

Oh, and I'm sooooooo sorry for the wait. I went on vacation in Canada, and I had zero connection! I figured I would, but anyways, Happy Fostering! ¡Adiós!

-Ash