Date: Mon, 3 Nov 2008 20:13:10 -0800 From: A Bee Subject: Buscando mi Hermano- Bisexual adult-youth "Stop looking at the camera." I looked around through the corner of my eye as I concentrated on my task, not that it was such a chore. But the lights were blinding, I was hot in many ways of the word, and it was hard to tell who had spoken. "Goddamn it, I said stop looking at the camera. Stop looking around. You're supposed to be immersed in eating her pussy, you're nose-deep in the thing you love most in the world, so don't look around like there's somewhere else you'd rather be!" "Mmph- I mean, I'm- I'm sorry. I-" "Fuck, what did I just say? Stop trying to see me! We're still rolling, film still costs money, time is money, so can you just please eat the pussy? What the fuck, is this the first time you've done this?" I extricated my tongue from the other teenage girl's pussy, pushed back from her and sat up. "As a matter of fact, dickhead, this is the first time I've done this- ON CAMERA," I hissed. "But don't worry, I've done this plenty of times with my girlfriends, so you don't need to doubt my sincerity. It's just a little overwhelming, this being my breakout session, so why don't you back off for a second, I'll compose myself, and you can ask a production assistant to bring you a nice cold glass of shut the fuck up?" The tiny porno director rose up out of his chair, strode over to stand over us, quivering with fury. "I don't even know who you think you are, you pitiful cunt, but if you have even the slightest clue who I am, why Mr. Blank chooses me to make his films, then-" I leaned back against the couch my sister actor and I were reclining on, casually reached over to snake my finger over her pubes to slip a single finger into her pussy. She barely reacted, intent on watching this little drama unfold. She was enthralled, as were the other actors standing by, the camera operators, the gaffers, everyone in this rented house where we were shooting the billionth sequel to the most popular teen lesbian porno movie series ever--they wanted to see where this conflict between this supposedly 18-year-old up-and-comer (no pun intended) and the crusty old director would end up. I withdrew my finger, sniffed it appraisingly as if were a fine vintage, then stuck it back in the bottle so to speak, abruptly. The tiny blond next to me squealed and squirmed, subsided against the velvet material cooing as I resumed my deliberate digital manipulation. "I have more than the slightest clue who you are, Dieter," I said quietly while staring into his eyes, and the director blanched at the use of his real name. At the exact moment I uttered his name I scraped the girl's clit with my fingernail, causing her to screech in pain and pleasure and, more importantly, not hear what I called him. Everyone on the set leaned in with ears turned to 11, but my next whispered words were for him alone. I stood up, my slender 5' 10" frame- atypical for a Mexican girl- towering over his diminutive, hunched frame. "I know who you are," I whispered to him. "I followed you here after your people took my brother. Actually I followed Chang and Lars-" Here he blanched and took a step back, but I matched him so I could keep my voice low. I leaned over him, and he leaned back, as much as he could. "That's right, I found them," I whispered as I reached my hand toward his shoulder, and he shivered and shrank away from my touch. "I found them, I seduced them, and then I...ended them. It was not easy. They did not enjoy their encounter with me, at least not as much as they did during your visit to my home in Chiapas." He moaned then, I know it even though the on-set music was loud enough to drown his pathetic whimper out. "You took my brother here, and I followed. Chang and Lars were more than willing to help, after I showed them what I was capable of, and what the insides of their cock and balls looked like. They told me where to find you, gave me all the passwords, and more importantly, they told me that you were the conduit. I had some leads, but they didn't pan out. I lost track of my brother after you sold him here in Los Angeles, but I know you can tell me where to find him. You know who pays for kids like my brother, and you're going to help me find him. And if you don't, I'm going to let my family know who you are and where you are, and believe me, they want to meet you. Did you think we were just another village of peasants, ripe for the taking? No- if you had bothered to step out of town, you would have wandered into the marijuana fields that belong to the Orejano family," I said, and enjoyed Dieter's reaction to my mention of the name of the most successful and savage Mexican drug cartel. "Or maybe I'll attend to you myself," I said. "So go back to your chair, call action, and I'll do my part, willingly, happily. Now let's get back to the business at hand. You'll make your money off me, as will Mr. (Blank)- who knows why I'm here, and understands my motivations," I said meaningfully. "Now slap me, tell me to get in line, and let's make some cinema here." Dieter exhaled forcefully, visibly willing himself from into the past five minutes ago, an eternity, when he used to be the biggest swinging dick on the set despite his infirmities. He collected himself, straightened himself as much as he could, and delivered what I imagined he believed was a stinging slap to my left breast. Since I was on a movie set I dutifully did my acting part, whimpering and falling backward. "No more bullshit! Roll!" Dieter shouted, but we all could tell his heart wasn't in it. Action resumed, and it took only a small turn of my head to plant my tongue in the pussy of my co-star, who groaned theatrically and settled herself deeper into the couch. I grabbed her thighs, spread them wide and dove in with gusto, even as my mind turned to the events that had lead me to this cheap set in the ass-end of L.A. To put it simply, I was here on this set to fuck and earn money, but if you took the meta-view, I had arrived at this time and place with a mission, one that was wholly due to Dieter or Roberto as he was locally known in my home in Chiapas. Three years ago he and his troupe of "filmmakers" had descended on my small Mexican town, supposedly on a scouting expedition for a big-budget Hollywood film, but in actuality was nothing more than an extended kidnapping trip amongst the unwashed peasants of a third-world country. They were searching for fresh young talent to "act" in hard core porn movies back in the US. The younger the better, especially when the "talent" were underage, youth desperate to escape the grinding poverty of our town. Whomever they deemed worthy would be plied with compliments and cheap gifts, seduced with the promise of a big life in America, and then spirited away to a painful subsistence of abuse to fuel the insatiable need for erotica consumed around the world. Some went willingly, some not, but their common destiny was the same: ultimately discarded, with zero self esteem, and most often saddled with drug habits. We had heard about this happening in other towns; the youth suddenly leaving, gone for months or years, and then only a few returning, pale shadows of themselves, creating new problems too numerous to mention. I had noted the strangers' arrival in our town, and had been approached by their vampires, but had easily, resisted- I saw through their thin stories. Although I was uneducated, I was not stupid. But many of the young people of the village fell victim to the outsiders' flattery and drugs, and many of us "ran away". I resisted, as did the rest of my family, but when we appeared too proud, the outsiders decided that they had to have us, and took matters into their own hands. One night I awoke to find our simple house filled with them, and I had to watch as they killed my parents, and then spirited away my brother. Chang and Lars remained behind long enough to each have a turn at me, and they would have gone for a second round had I not finally reached the knife I kept concealed by my bed and placed it in the left eye of Lars, who had made the mistake of assuming I was cowed by his assault and lingered atop me. Foolish man thought I was chaste, when in fact, even at 15 I willingly had had several better, bigger, rougher men (and also women) atop me. As Lars whimpered and bled on me, Chang ran over and punched me unconscious and dragged the fool out of our house. When I awoke, I cleansed myself, dressed myself as best I could in my torn rags of clothing and exited my home to seek aid from our neighbors. My brother was gone. But when I sought comfort from my neighbors, I was rebuffed--many of the previously mentioned men I had enjoyed were the husbands of the town's women, and I was, to say the least, unpopular. And to be honest, some of the men facing me had a grudge, as I had also seduced some of the town's women as well. The fact that I had been raped held little importance; indeed, they viewed me as the same as the people who had brought such ruin to our town. The invaders and I were alike in our immorality. All I received was confirmation that my brother had been taken, a blanket, a few dry tortillas and firm instructions to leave. I spat in the dust between us, turned my back to them, and trudged away. It was difficult as I walked away from everything I had ever known, but I was resolute in my goal: I would find my brother, and find the people who had stolen him, and I would teach them a lesson. The visions of revenge and reunion burning in my head helped distract me from the ache in my pussy, which although used to rough treatment, had taken a literal beating. I was so caught up in my bloody thoughts of a roaring rampage of revenge that I barely registered the repeated whispering of my name. Finally a small dirt clod bouncing off the blanket draped around my shoulders brought me back to the present, and the sight of Luisa, my friend. It turned out she had stolen away before the trouble started and hidden in the forest, unsure even now if she could safely return to the village. I turned toward where she peered out from behind a small copse of trees, and as my black eye and swollen lips came into view, she shrieked, "Dios mio, querida, que paso con tigo! My god, sweetie, what happened to you!" I walked toward Luisa, suddenly ravenously grateful for the caring in her voice. Although I am a hard person, I am still human, and the pain and emotion in her voice made me finally acknowledge the harm that had been done to me, and I let myself succumb to the misery that I had kept at bay since awakening that horrible morning. I stumbled into Luisa, leaned into her and cried as her thin brown arms encircled me, clutched me close and comforted me. She was two years younger than me, physically smaller, but that day she was my guardian. As I cried and shuddered, she quickly drew me away from the dirt road, down into the wilderness toward a hidden spring that we used to visit when our need for each other grew too strong. I sat submissively as Luisa brought me to the spring's edge, undressed me, tore a rag that was usually employed to scrub the scent of our lovemaking from us into strips that she dipped into the water and gently cleansed me, from head to toe. She first disrobed to ensure her clothes stayed clean and dry, and then started with my face, gently sponging away at the dirt and blood encrusting my eyes and lips. When Luisa got to my breasts she gasped but kept going, dabbing at the dried blood dappling them, tenderly scrubbing away the bite marks, caressing the bruising hand prints and knuckle impacts that dappled my skin. I alternately cried, swore, and uttered shrieks that Luisa muffled by pulling me into her chest. I finally gave myself over to the pain, the fatigue, the uncertainty and humiliation, and wailed into her breasts. I don't know how long I did that, but it seemed like forever. When I finally pulled myself away, her chest was covered in my tears, glistening in the sunlight that filtered through the foliage. I could see she was staring at me intently, the caring evident on her face, but suddenly I was back to old self, the one with an unscratchable itch, and suddenly all I could see was her nipple damp with my tears, a nipple that I had sucked on, pulled on with my insistent fingers as we lay intertwined and giggling, and I was suddenly afire with desire. She must have sensed my change in mood, for she leaned away from me, her lean torso alternately dappled with sunlight and shade, what I now know is called chiascuro. Even as she leaned away I instinctively leaned toward her, my eyes seeking out hers to reassure her even as I spoke to her in our code. "Tengo hambre," I whispered, and she flinched, unsure that she had heard correctly. Her eyes opened inquisitively, even as my hand snaked up to pinch gently her nipple, feeling the wetness of my tears under my fingers as her nipple distended. "I'm hungry," I had said. She gasped even as her hand sought out my own to push it more firmly onto her tit. "Pero-" she said, and then stopped, then tried again. "Pero-". "But-" She gestured toward my naked body, the wounds that marred it. "Pero nada," I said, and then repeated myself more forcefully. I pinched harder, knowing that I was hurting her, part of me wanting her to hurt as I had been hurt. Even now I was healing, forcing myself to heal. She gasped again, but this time in pleasure more than pain or fear, and I felt her respond to me, a liquidity falling into her body as it moved back toward me of its own accord. Nothing more needed to be said, as her hands reached out toward my breasts, my hand left hers to trail down her belly to caress her pussy. She was instantly wet, and my fingers easily parted her lips and thrust hard inside her. We were kissing then but she squealed at my sudden invasion; ordinarily we most tender with each other. But I was working out my issues, and she seemed to know that I would never really hurt her, so she acquiesced, lay down as I leaned over her. I have to admit I punished her for the transgressions that those men had inflicted on me, but whereas their actions were fueled by an lack of caring for anything other than their own pleasures, I truly loved Luisa, and I held my rage in check, something I would not do when I met those men again. But still I roughly pinched her clit, coated my fingers in her juice before roughly shoving one finger, then two and then three inside her, reaching for that spot inside her that would transform her into an uncontrollably thrashing, wailing creature of desire. Even as I found it her mouth gaped toward my nipples like a fish toward a lure, and I obliged her, feeding it into her hungry mouth, flinching inwardly at the pain as her teeth and tongue rasped at the bruised flesh. But I enjoyed it still, now caught up in the usual storm of my passion, and even before I realized it I had yanked my fingers from her sopping pussy only to replace it with my mouth as I pivoted to place our bodies in a 69 position. Immediately I felt her tongue snake its way inside me, lick as far inside as it could before retreating to pave its way in a thorough exploration of my pussy lips and clit. I returned the favor, and we settled in, and for what seemed like forever the only sound in our secluded glade was the wind passing through the leaves, the leisurely churr of insects nearby, and the wet, slurping sounds of two young girls eagerly devouring each other, pleasuring each other. But we knew each other well, knew the other's buttons and triggers, and soon, like always, it was a race to see who could make the other come first. I slid a finger down to tickle her asshole, while she focused on my clit exclusively. I tried to focus and win, but soon I was mindlessly ramming my middle finger up her ass as I muffled my screams of pleasure with her pussy and thighs. Then the combination of my finger in her ass and my tongue on her clit sent her over the edge, and we drenched each other in our juices, trying to muffle our shouts of ecstasy, the sound of our ragged breath echoing in the cavern created by the trees around us. For a moment the terrors of the previous day hadn't happened, and I allowed my head to fall down onto Luisa's soaked pubes, eyes closed, reveling in the moment as she let out her usual post-orgasm giggle, and I could feel her finger mindlessly stirring the fluid still collected in my pussy poised over her face. But soon enough the real world intruded; first with a breeze that chilled our sweaty bodies, then with the sounds of distant shouting: Luisa's boorish brothers shouting for her. How she hated them- always pestering her and leering at her. They once tried to corner me, but one short stab with the small cuchillo I always carried taught them better. We rolled away from each other and leaned back to embrace, and I took the opportunity to lick my cunt juice from Luisa's face, and she smiled. We knew her brothers were too stupid to stumble on our hideaway, but we also knew this brief interlude was over. "What will you do?" Luis asked. She already knew about my banishment from our town. "I will find them," I stated, and she knew who I meant. She arose, went to our hiding place, plucked out the pitiable amount of money we kept stashed there, the money we always claimed would help us move to America and become movie stars. Now we had to acknowledge that dream was dead. The money would take one of us to Los Estados Unidos, but not for our dreams, but for revenge. I didn't even bother to protest her giving me the money; I simply tucked it away in the clothes I had put on, and we stepped to each other to embrace one last time. "Te quiero." "Y tu tambien." And like that it was over, at least for now. "I'll go that way and distract my brothers, and you go the other way," she said. "Bueno." We parted and walked to opposite edges of the clearing, paused and look back at each other. I could see her face, still shiny with my pussy juice. "Que te vas a hacer?" she asked me. What will you do? "Yo les voy a matar." I will kill them. "Bueno- ay que te vaya bien," is all she said, and then she stepped through the trees and was gone. She had understood, and offered me her blessing. And as for me, it was time to get moving-the trail was already growing cold. Alone, I looked around our shaded retreat. Soon like always the ants would come, attracted by the sweet scent of our lovemaking- something about our sweat and other secretions always drew then from their hiding places, wending in tiny long lines toward the refuge of our blanket. During our first times together, we didn't learn our lesson, and we soon were jumping around the clearing, giggling and slapping at the tiny bugs that marched across our naked bodies in search of the source of the maddening scent. But not now- horita me quedo en solo- Now I was alone, and it was time to move on. I made sure I had everything I needed, and I was eager to begin my quest to find my brother. In hindsight, if I had known then what I know now, I would most likely never left the village. If I had known that my 800-mile journey across the border cost me nearly two years, and thrust me into unimaginable circumstances, I likely would have crumpled to the ground in despair to let the ants have their way with me, and then futilely try to return to my village. But I didn't, so I set off with my knife and my money, determined to find my brother and cut down any who stood between us.