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Boris Yeltsin: Well, she kind of already is helping them out with Caleb. As much as she can, anyways. She's helping with Alexis too; the newest Martin family member. She was introduced in the first chapter, and she was in a little of the third chapter, too.

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Chapter Seven: Katie's Catastrophe

I think it's amazing how kids grow before your eyes. Mom and Dad are always saying it's like two seconds ago I was nursing from Mom, with nothing on but my diaper. Then they blinked. They say they have to stop blinking. We keep growing. A lot faster than they'd like us to. I wish there was a time freezer. Kinda like in that one movie, "Clockstoppers" or whatever it was called. The kids could freeze time with a watch like device. I want one of those. Just so I can freeze time and cherish changing Lexie's diaper.

I like helping Mom out with Lexie. She's a really good baby. She hardly ever cries. She only cries when she's hungry, needs a diaper change, has a bad dream, or if she's sick. Lexie came down sick with a cold this morning and she's been miserable. I feel really bad for her. I feel bad for Mom, too. Mom has to deal with it. I've been helping, though.

Oh, two years have passed, by the way. I'm fourteen, Caleb's seven, and Lexie's two. Mom had another baby and named her Rebecca. We call her Becky. She's almost a year old now. Mom's also pregnant again—or so she thinks. She still has to take a test, but we're all pretty sure it's a fetus making her sick to her stomach.

"Katie, come get Becky please; I'm trying to give Lexie a bath," Mom said.

It's always like this. Becky just learned to walk, so she's been following Mom everywhere. No one else, just Mom. Well, she's followed me a couple times into my room, but only because she's curious. She follows Mom because she's a Mommy's girl.

When I got into the bathroom, I scooped Becky into my arms and kissed her belly, making her laugh. I was surprised to see her in just a diaper. Mom usually always makes her wear at least a shirt.

"How's Lexie feeling?" I asked.

"Probably like shit," Mom said.

"Shit," Becky repeated.

I heard Mom sigh and her head rested in her hand for a few seconds. "Go entertain her or something; I need to get Lexie bathed and in bed so I can take her temperature."

"Okay. Tell me if you need any help."

"You're helping by taking Becky; she's up my ass."

I looked at Becky and put my finger to her mouth, shaking my head. Everytime someone curses in front of her, she chooses to repeat the bad word instead of any of the others. I looked back to Mom for a few seconds. "Okay," I said, walking out of the bathroom.

I made my way down the hall and into my room, and I put Becky on my bed, kissing her stomach. I felt her little hands tangle in my hair and I laughed when she let out a loud squeal. I looked at her and kissed her lips lightly.

"How's my Sexy Becksy doing today?" I asked. "Are you good?"

"Good," Becky said.

"I'm good, too."

"Good?"

"Yep."

"Wes."

"He'll be here in a couple minutes."

"I'm already here," Weston said.

I turned around and sat on my bed, picking Becky up into my arms as I looked at Weston.

"Hey," I said.

"Hi. What's up?" Weston asked, closing the door.

"Keep the door open," I said. Mom freaks if we have the door closed when it's just me and Weston. She knows nothing with go on, but she still likes the door open. "I'm keeping Becky occupied while Mom gets Lexie's bath done."

"Is she annoying her?"

"When isn't she? Lexie's sick and Becky keeps following Mom around everywhere."

"That's annoying."

"Exactly."

"Katie!" Mom shouted.

Weston and I exchanged glances, and I stood up, making my way to the bathroom with Becky on my hip.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Call Dad and tell him to meet me at the hospital," Mom said, picking Lexie up from the tub.

"What's wrong?" I asked, handing Becky to Weston as I got my phone from my pocket.

"She threw up blood. Empty the bath and rinse it out a couple times, please. I want you to stay here so you'll be with Becky, and Weston; can you stay here, too? I don't want Katie here alone."

"Sure," Weston said.

I watched Mom take Lexie down the hall to her room, and I bit my lip, looking at Weston.

"She's gonna be okay, right?" I asked.

"Of course…"

That didn't sound very convincing to me. But, he was right. Lexie's okay. Right now, Mom and Dad are still at the hospital with Lexie. She has to stay overnight. Caleb is at Aunt London's house and Weston's staying the night with me. I already got Becky to sleep, so Weston and I are laying on my bed, just talking.

"What do you think the first time feels like?" I asked.

"First time what?" Weston asked.

"You know… First time. Sex."

"Oh… I don't know… I've never done it before."

"Well, I don't think it hurts… I heard Mom and Dad going at it a couple nights ago, and my goodness… Mom was moaning and groaning and… Let's just say I heard so much I knew exactly what they were doing."

"If people do it, it has to feel good in some sort. Why else would you do something like that?"

"To prove your love for each other, dufus… Y'know, we've been together for two years. We've never proved anything."

"Are you suggesting that we have sex?"

"Not have sex; make love."

"Are you sure it's a good idea?"

"My parents aren't here to walk in on us… Becky's asleep… We're already half way stripped..."

"Do you want to?"

"Yeah…"

"You're positive?"

I nodded and bit my lip lightly as I took my oversized t-shirt off. Actually, it's Weston's from the sixth grade. I just never gave it back.

I watched Weston's eyes read mine, and I hooked my thumbs in his boxers before sliding them down slowly. I felt my underwear being pulled off and I bit my lip again when Weston's hand covered my breast to massage it. He'd felt me up before, we've made out, we've touched each other, and we've performed oral, but we've never really had sex before.

When Weston hovered over me and I felt him pressing himself to my entance, I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. He apparently read my mind, because he said exactly what I was thinking.

"We don't have a condom," Weston said.

I stayed silent for a few seconds and looked at him. "It's okay… Just pull out before… Y'know…"

"Okay… Are you ready?"

"I don't know."

I felt Weston's finger slide into me and I let out a quiet moan, biting my lip.

"You sure feel ready," Weston said.

"Well, then I guess I'm ready…"

"Do you really wanna do this?"

"Yeah…"

"Okay…"

When Weston slid into me, I felt like I'd been ripped open. My breath was taken from me and I dug my nails into his shoulders, gasping a few times. Tears filled my eyes as Weston ran his hand through my hair and whispered in my ear.

"Shh… It's okay… It'll be over in a minute," Weston whispered.

I let out a rack of sobs and Weston started sliding in and out of me slowly. That helped a little with the pain, but it was a little uncomfortable at first.

"It'll stop… It's okay… Relax…"

It took a couple minutes, but the pain finally stopped. I was glad, too, because it would have been unenjoyable with the pain lasting.

Letting out a moan, I gripped Weston's shoulders with a small whimper as he pushed himself into me as far as possible. He hit a certain spot that he hadn't hit the first few minutes, but I liked it. It made me feel all tingly.

"Faster," I whispered with a raspy voice.

Weston's pace got quicker and I knew that the feeling I was getting was a sign that I was 'getting there'. I never understood why people don't just say 'closer to climax' or 'closer to orgasm'. It would even make sense if they said 'closer to cumming'. No, I don't mean 'coming'. Sounds the same, but the spellings have two different meanings.

I couldn't help but think about my mother. She always told me that if I wasn't going to wait until marriage to have sex, then I should at least wait until I was eighteen years old. But, she said sex, not making love… I guess there's no difference, really. She's gonna be mad and upset when she finds out about this. I can't just not tell her. Mom and I have always had an open relationship. I can't keep this from her, no matter how much trouble I'll be in.

"Oh god, Wes..."

"Mm… Kate," Weston grunted.

I felt my stomach jump and I felt a very familiar feeling at my lower body. Weston's pelvis hit my clitoris and I knew something had to be done; I can't be triggered and not shot. Apparently, Weston read my mind—again—because his thumb immediately went to my magic stimulation spot and started circled quick and rough, just how I prefered it.

It didn't take long for the both of us to finally reach our orgasm. The only bad thing about mine was that my legs locked around his waist and he couldn't pull out…

"What!" Mom shouted.

"I'm sorry… We felt it was the right time for us and we went for it…" I said.

"Katherine, you're fourteen years old; you're still a little girl!"

"No, I'm not."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm not… I'm not a little girl. You still think of me as one. But, I'm not. I help you raise the other kids, I do other things adults do. I'm more mature than a lot of adults. I'm not a little girl. I'm an adult trapped in a little girl's body."

"Don't start that with me. You're a little girl; you shouldn't be having sex."

"Well, that's not what it was. We didn't have sex. We made love."

"There's no difference, Katherine!"

"There is. Just because you can't determine the difference doesn't mean I can't. I can. I did."

"Go to your room. And don't come out until I'm ready to talk to you."

"You're sending me to my room because I'm right?"

"I'm sending you to your room because I love you too much to send your ass to a boarding school! Go!"

"You're jealous."

"I'm furious!"

"You can't handle the fact that I'm growing up. You think you're losing me forever just because I had my first love session."

"You can get pregnant, Katherine! You didn't use protection!"

"He was gonna pull out…"

"Why didn't he!"

"Because my orgasm took place; you want a vivid description?"

"Get your ass upstairs and do it now."

I stared at mom for a few seconds and then rolled my eyes as I made my way upstairs. This time, I'd done it… I've officially pissed her off, and I don't even feel bad about it… That's what makes me feel bad. Now that I'd thought about it… I really could be pregnant.