Chapter 1

I thought it was my imagination. When I was about twelve or thirteen, I noticed something sort of strange going on around me. I couldn’t quite pinpoint it. It seemed as though women, and some older girls, would stare into my eyes, then suddenly look away. They would glance back a few times, but never make complete eye contact after that. It was weird.

Over the next couple of years, it seemed to get worse. I even got to the point where I wouldn’t look at a female’s eyes, even when I talked to them. My teachers wouldn’t even look at me by then.

We had special passes for the city bus when we started high school. Ria and I are twins, and the only ones we knew that were going to that school. It seemed as if everyone from our graduating class went to the other one. We naturally stayed together, and usually sat together on the bus. About three or four months in, Ria had friends that she’d met, and mostly sat with them. I was still a little standoff-ish with even the other boys.

We had our first snow fall, and the bus was a little crowded. Ria and I had to settle for a seat up front where the seats are turned sideways. No big deal. At least it wasn’t at first. About half way to school, I looked across the bus and saw a girl looking at me. As soon as I looked at her, she turned her head away. People were standing between us, so I could only catch an occasional glance.

“That’s Glenda,” Ria said. “She’s in a couple of my classes.”

“Not bad looking,” I said. “Is she seeing anyone?”

“I want to tell you that she is the shyest person I know,” she said.

“She probably needs someone to pay attention to her.”

“Are you volunteering?”

“I don’t know. What’s she like?”

“She’s really sweet. It just takes a while to get her opened up and talking.”

People were still between us, but with each stop the bus made, the fewer blocked my view. There was finally a point where I could see all of her. She really was nice looking.

“She looks as if she’s about to cry,” I told Ria.

She looked over at the girl, then went over and sat by her. She stayed there until Glenda got off the bus. Before she did, she stared at me.

“I don’t know...” Ria said. “You won’t believe why she’s upset.”

“I know that she stared at me when she got off the bus.”

“She wants you to look at her,” Ria said.

“I can do that. What part of her does she want me to look at?”

“Catch this. She wants you to stare into her eyes. She said that you have ... ahem ... sexy eyes.”

“Really. She’s the first one to say that. Most females look away from me. I could never figure that out.”

Ria looked at my eyes. She looked as if she was looking for something, then her expression changed. It was as if something took her over. As much as it was sort of eerie to me, she kept staring. She finally stopped as we got to our stop. She got off the bus faster than she ever had, then rushed to our house. I didn’t see her again until dinner. Even then, she avoided eye contact with me. After dinner, she went back to her room.

Even on Friday night, we get right to our homework right after dinner. We each have a computer in our rooms, so it is nothing to not see each other until later, after we’ve gotten ready for bed and come back down to watch TV.

Mom and Dad have a standing invite to play cards next door on Friday nights too, so they were gone when I turned on the tube. About a half hour later, Ria came down. I muted the sound when she sat at the other end of the couch.

“Did I do something wrong, sis?” I asked. “You’ve been quiet since we got home.”

“Uh ... no. It’s not you.”

“Is it Glenda?”

“No.”

“It has to be something.” She sat just looking at the TV.

“It’s ... you.” She turned toward me, but didn’t look at me. “It’s your eyes.”

“What’s wrong with my eyes? Are they two different colors?”

“No. It’s just...” She hesitated. “They do something to me. I think they did something to Glenda too. I can’t explain it. It gets me...” She stopped, looked up at me, then down real quick. “It does something to me ... and her.”

“She did say that they’re sexy.”

“It’s more than that.” She looked up at me then. “I can’t help it. I have to look.”

She looked into my eyes and got the same expression as before. I could see and hear her breathing change. It was as if she had run a race after a while. She started to move in her seat. Her hands went between her legs and I thought I saw her press on herself there. She had a wanton look on her face just before she sprang.

Before I knew it, she was on top of me. She literally ripped her nightgown off, then went for my pajama pants. She managed to get them down and off before I knew what was happening. Without wasting any time, she straddled me and plunged herself down on my dick. She sat for just a second or so, then started jumping around.

I couldn’t believe what she was doing. She was kissing me, then shoving my face into her tits. She took my hands and slid them all over herself before she let go and I took over. I was licking and sucking on both her tits, and she was continuously moaning. It was about ten minutes later that I let it go. She didn’t stop though. She kept on for another ten minutes when she let go. I thought they were going to hear her next door.