Date: Mon, 20 Sep 2021 18:22:03 -0600 From: Ocelot Subject: Dawn Grows Up Chapter 14 Hello there! Welcome to the next chapter! As always we must get through this paragraph before we continue the story. This story contains sexual scene between and adult and minors. If this kind of thing is offensive or not allowed because of where you live or anything like that, you may go. If you'll keep reading, I hope you enjoy! I grant Nifty a license to display this story on their website. It is not to be displayed anywhere else. Nifty needs your donations so it can continue hosting stories such as this one. Give `til it hurts! This story is dedicated to a certain naughty Jedi. I have enjoyed creating this story with you. I was pretty excited. Tickets were booked. Luggage was packed. Dawn, Amber, and I were waiting for the vehicle that would take us to the airport so we could fly to Hawaii. I'd considered having a limo do it, but with the twisty turns the road took, and steep streets. I decided not to. A new Cadillac Escalade was on the way to pick us up. Dawn and Amber were talking about a gymnastics meet coming up after our trip. I was taking care of the adult business of leaving on a trip. The sprinklers would run automatically. Mail would be held at the post office. Lights would run on a timer to make it appear I was home. The windows and most of the doors were locked. The front door was the only exception. Soon, the jet black tank of a vehicle was idling in the driveway. We loaded up, and I set the alarm and off we went. I was in the front seat, chatting with the driver, while Dawn and Amber were in the back. I had on my Oakley sunglasses, the girls were wearing Versace. The driver was wearing aviator shades. The early afternoon sun was bright as we drove west. Sure, the plane would be flying west, but the sun wouldn't be a problem for us. We wouldn't be in the cockpit. I'd procured us first class tickets, and was glad the eight hour flight would pass in comfort. Eight hours was an eternity in steerage. Soon, we were at the airport, and our luggage got checked with the Skycap. I tipped the Skycap and driver fifty dollars each. I figured plenty of people might stiff them, so I wanted to make sure they knew I appreciated their help. As we got in line for security, I turned to face the girls. "Remember. The airport is a different place. Do not use the b-word. No jokes about terrorism or anything stupid like that. They'll take us to a federal pound me in the ass with no reach around prison. Hawaii is much better." "Really?" Amber asked. "Yeah. Hawaii is much better than prison. They don't get much seafood in prison." I got the patented eye roll only teenagers can give from Dawn while Amber swatted me on the shoulder. "I know," I said, smirking at them. "I'm an idiot." "And we're stuck with you," Dawn said, shuffling forward a few feet as the line moved up a bit. When it was our turn to face the TSA, I handed over our tickets and IDs. The old, overweight, and bespectacled TSA agent squinted at the fine print on our documents, examined them, and scribbled his initials. He could have passed as Santa Claus during the winter. Grabbing some gray bins to put her stuff in, Dawn muttered under her breath so only Amber and I could hear. "I feel safe with Santa Claus keeping guard." "Quiet," I said, setting my laptop in its own bin. I got her point though. As I waited my turn to go through the body imager, I looked around. Many of the TSA agents were middle aged or retirement age, overweight, and probably wore some manner of brace under their black pants. I wondered how much stuff actually slipped through that should have been caught. We made it through okay, and checked the departure boards for our gate. Finding it, we began walking through the airport. We had over an hour to wait until it was boarding time, so we were in no hurry. Since we'd been busy with last minute stuff, we'd missed lunch. Ten minutes later, I caught sight of a restaurant and froze in my tracks. One foot was still in the air as I gaped, my mouth hanging open. "You're going to get flies in there," Dawn said, nudging me with her elbow. "What's up, Weston?" Amber asked. I pointed. Frowning, they followed my finger. Simultaneously, they broke into laughter when they saw what I saw. Passengers going by us looked as us as if we'd loudly belched during a funeral. "We're definitely getting lunch there!" I exclaimed. "It's a sign!" proclaimed Dawn. "When a restaurant has vibrators and butt plugs in the logo, you know it's going to be great!" Vino Volo Ale house was nice, despite the logo. It seemed to be an upscale place, without any televisions, and people just sat and quietly ate their meals. We ordered, and I got a glass of white wine to go with my food. Before we left for our gate, we made sure to get a good and up close picture of the logo. Sure, it was probably accidental, but to people like us who had long experience with vibrators and butt plugs, it was absolutely hilarious. Boarding was a breeze, and we were among the first on the plane. The seats were big, comfortable, and while the girls got sodas for a pre-flight drink, I got alcohol. I'd planned on sleeping most of the flight in. I wouldn't be missing anything. Once we were out of California, there'd be nothing to see but water. Plus, it would be getting darker the closer we got to our destination, so we wouldn't be able to see anything with a good view from way up in the air. Once the seat belt sign had been turned off, the girls began watching a movie, and I closed my eyes and settled back. It would be many hours until we were on the ground, and things would pick up after we landed. I was excited for this. We were going to have fun. We weren't going to have class or any kind of hard work to do. As the plane descended, it was still over water. The ocean got closer and closer until it seemed that we had no choice but to have a watery landing, but then a strip of pavement came up and met the plane, and we slowed down. Collecting our carry–on items, we trooped down to baggage pickup. Too tired to carry it all, we used one of those fancy rental carts. A map on a wall showed us where we were in relation to the car rental desks. We found the right company, and after I presented my identification and Black American Express Card, I was handed a keyring, and directed to bay number 7. I stopped and admired it. It was a cherry red Dodge Charger Scatpack. I drooled as I pictured the powerful V8 and Hemi under the hood. I'd seen articles about this online, and was excited as I slid into the leather seat up front. I lovingly caressed the steering wheel, and ran my eyes over the instrument cluster. "Uhh...Weston?" Dawn asked from the front seat. "Want to come back to earth?" "Boys and their toys," sighed Amber. Giving myself a mental shake, I started the engine, and listened to the engine rumble and snarl as it idled. Dawn nudged me again and I focused on the task at hand. I shifted to reverse, and the backup camera came up, showing me what was behind me. I pulled out of the parking spot, out of the airport area, and set my phone's GPS to direct me to our hotel. Since it was Hawaii, it's not like we had a two hour drive in front of us. We arrived, and the valet was swift to help us unload, and gave me the receipt. Walking across the lobby, I took a hundred dollar bill out of my pocket, and wrapped it around my black American Express card. When we got to the desk, I handed the little bundle over. The desk clerk was clearly a pro at the game. My c-note disappeared into their pocket, and our reservation was pulled up using my name on my credit card. "Mister Kife, I see you're a loyal American Express customer, and since we're partnered with them as part of their Elite Hotel Rewards program, allow me to upgrade you at no extra cost, and send some wine on the hotel's behalf." With a trill on the r, she called "Front!" The desk clerk smiled broadly, and looked at the computer screen. Some typing ensued, and our magnetic keys were burned. With a smile from the clerk, a bellhop appeared at the code word "Front" and received our folio with keys and hotel information. "Mister Kife, this is Raymond, he will guide you to your destination." The clerk smiled and the three of us followed our guide. "Good time you come. Good weather morning and evening. Rain in the afternoons so you can have a snooze, hah?" the bellhop was going a mile a minute. I didn't mind, he needed to fill the silence. He led us through a courtyard, pushing our luggage on a cart, and down a small path. We wound up at a large hut of a sort. It was something that looked like it would be at home on an island. Straw roof, Tiki masks were guarding the doors. He led us inside, and it was breathtaking. The carpeted floor was lush and thick, there was soft recessed lighting. It looked as well appointed as a royal palace. "Here's the remote for the place," Raymond said, picking it up from the counter where it rested. He showed it to me. "Buttons for lights, light strips, fans, and of course, radio and television and satellite radio." He set the remote down on the counter, and smiled. I was in shock. Light strips? This would look great at night! Well, it was night now, but when we were less tired. Like tomorrow night. And satellite radio? Awesome! I realized Raymond was standing and smiling in front of me. I handed him a fifty and thanked him. "My pleasure, sir. I shall see to it that you will have a late check out on your date of departure." He gave a slight bow and left. Amber shut the door. Dawn went into the bedroom and flounced on the bed. I set the thermostat so the air would run, and locked the doors and windows. One door actually had a path that went to the beach. We could hear the waves crashing on the shoreline as we got ready for bed. We went into the bathroom which had two sinks. Dawn and Amber stripped, their tight lithe bodies sending electricity up and down my spine. Standing on tiptoes, they pulled my shirt off, and pushed my pants and underwear down. My uncut seven inch cock was hard and eagerly awaited for their attention. Dawn turned toward the sink, and pulled out our toothbrushes and toothpaste. The curves of her butt beckoned me, and I cupped and squeezed the soft flesh. She moaned and began applying toothpaste to the bristles. Amber accepted her toothbrush, and also turned to face the mirror. With one hand, she began brushing, and with the other, she took hold of my shaft and slowly stroked it. My foreskin slid down, and some pre oozed from the tip. I put on hand on Dawn's shoulder and took my toothbrush and began to brush. Dawn began as well. My mind wasn't on brushing my teeth and I doubted their minds were on dental hygiene, but since I had promised to look after the girls, I made sure we did our oral duty. There was enough room in the shower for all three of us. I was yawning as the girls washed my body. It had been a long and tiring day, and I hadn't slept much on the plane. Amber helped me wash Dawn's body, and Dawn helped me with Amber. Her stomach was still flat and smooth as ever. We toweled off, and went to bed. It was bigger than a king sized bed. Wasn't Kamehameha some sort of term that meant super? So it was a super king sized bed? I didn't know. I didn't care much, either. We crawled under the covers, and cuddled together, our warm bodies pressing together. When I woke up, I could tell the sun was up despite my eyes still being closed. A warm and wet mouth was bobbing up and down on my cock, and a muffled moaning came from the owner of that mouth. I let out a moan of my own, reaching down, and feeling a pixie cut. Amber was sucking my dick, and Dawn was eating Amber out. "He's awake," Dawn said, her fingers inside Amber. I lay back and enjoyed the blow job. Amber soon had me cumming in her mouth and Dawn has used her skilled tongue to bring Amber to orgasm. I sat up, ready for more. "C'mon, Weston, get moving you old man!" Amber smiled, a twinkle in her eye. "It's time for you to have breakfast!" Dawn smiled, putting on some khaki shorts and a tank top. "What about making you cum?" I asked Dawn. "Oh, Amber did that before she began sucking your dick. Let's have breakfast and hit the beach!" "We've got plenty of Speedos for you to wear," Amber said, patting one of the bags they had packed. True to their word, they had not shown me anything they'd bought for the trip. It would be a surprise. It would also be my first time in a speedo. I usually just wore trunks. Soon, dressed and wearing sandals, we headed to the breakfast buffet the hotel offered. It also offered room service, but we didn't want to wait. A huge assortment of food was ready for us. There was a make your own omelet station, a waffle station, and a section of sliced fruit. Toaster ovens with conveyor belts were ready to turn bread into toast. I was impressed. Certainly anything one would want for breakfast was available. Loading up on waffles with sliced fruit, I added some scrambled eggs, whipped cream for the waffles, and ketchup for the eggs. The girls filled their plates, and we sat together, talking about the spread. It was certainly impressive. Other guests came and went, each murmuring about how impressive the food was. We refilled our plates, and returned to our well-appointed room. The girls had a bag packed for the beach, and we went down our pathway. The beach was peaceful and there were changing rooms. We stopped at the separate entrances. Amber handed me a little bundle wrapped in a colorful beach towel. "Change, and come out. No complaining." I was ordered this by Dawn and Amber nudged me closer to the entrance. I went in, and locked myself in a changing stall. I took my shirt and shorts off. Standing there naked, I opened the bundle and examined what was inside. My eyebrows were raised so much that they probably merged with my hair. "You've got to be shitting me," I said softly, looking at what they wanted me to put on. I got changed, and considered wrapping the beach towel around me like a kilt. But I knew the ribbing had to happen sooner or later, and I preferred to get it over with. Tossing the towel over my shoulder, I carried my clothes in one hand, and walked out. Dawn and Amber bent over laughing at the sight of me. I tried to scowl, but with two beautiful girls in front of me, I couldn't be too upset. I was handed the beach bag and they went to change. I dropped my clothes into the bag, and waited. I felt pretty exposed in the Speedo. I'd been naked on my private beach at home, but on a public beach, it was different. "Here we come!" came a shout. I turned my attention to the ladies changing room door. Amber came through. Then Dawn. It was a wonderful sight to see. They came out, and time seemed to slow down as they walked like models. Dawn was wearing a blue bikini. It clung to her curves, and exposed so much beautiful sight. Amber was clad in a red bikini, and in the sunshine her skin glowed beautifully. Even her hair shone with beauty. We stood there for a moment, admiring each other. I was wearing a Speedo that was probably a size too small. Bright orange. My bulge, though my cock was flaccid was still very obvious. My balls didn't seem to claim to be strangling, so it seemed like it would be okay for now. "Well...let's go hit the waves," I said, my bulge pointing the way. Heading to the white sandy shores, we found a spot above the tide, and laid out our beach towels. It was relatively quiet. There weren't that many people around. Pulling a bottle of screen from the bag, Amber pushed me down, and began applying it to my back. Dawn began rubbing it onto my legs. "Not everyone tans like I do," Dawn said. When we initially met, it had been explained that Dawn, and her mother didn't burn, but rather tanned instead in the sun. As time had gone on, and her family and I had gotten to know each other, I had learned that Dawn was part Mohawk through her mother's side. That's what led to her not needing any sunscreen at all. Amber and I still needed it though. "Ooh, such tight glutes!" Dawn cooed as she applied sunscreen to my butt. She gave it a friendly squeeze, and Amber squeezed it too. "Definitely the best ass I've ever seen," Amber said, patting it. "What about my ass?" Dawn asked, in a mock indignant voice. "Best ass I've seen on a girl. Roll over Weston." I rolled over as instructed by Amber. They covered my legs then my chest. My tattoos and scars were protected. I had pondered getting their names inked on me, but had decided to wait until Amber gave birth before doing so. "All right, let's protect me and the little bandit from the invisible UV rays," Amber said, laying down on her front. "Actually, they're not invisible," I said, squirting some sunscreen into my hand. "They're just at a wavelength the human eye can't perceive. Like infrared and microwaves. They're there, but we can't see them. Like the mesh screen in the microwave. The holes are smaller than the microwaves, so they bounce off, and you know...don't melt your face off while you watch your hot pocket rotate." "So they make the pizza sauce in a hot pocket like molten lava, and the middle is still a frozen ice cube?" "Basically," I said, discreetly massaging between her legs, and making her twitch. Dawn had Amber roll over and stroked a finger between her pussy lips. Amber sighed in happiness, and squeezed our hands. Dawn pulled back, and had an evil smile on her face. "Okay, let's get into the ocean!" She turned, wiggled her butt at us, and made a dash for the water. "Ooh, she's mean," I said, helping Amber to her feet. "She sure is," Amber agreed. I watched as she jogged after Dawn, her body moving smoothly in the way that gymnasts have. I followed after, ready to play in the water with my teenaged lovers. I could see us getting some glances. Glances at Dawn and Amber. Glances at me. But we were not concerned with the glances. We were totally committed to each other. We spent the next few hours on the beach, playing and splashing in the water, laying in the sun, and digging holes for the wave to fill when they crashed on the shore. When the sun was high, we decided to head back and have some room service for lunch, and relax in the refreshing air conditioning. When we got back, we saw our suite had been cleaned. "Ah, this feels much better," I said, pulling off the orange Speedo, and giving myself a little shake to let everything hang normally. Dawn and Amber also got out of their wet bikinis, and we stood in the shower and washed the salt and sand away. I hated sand. Not only is it coarse, and rough, but it also gets everywhere. Sitting on the bed together, we looked at the room service menu, and ordered. Twenty minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Clad in a thick bathrobe, I accepted the cart, and tipped twenty dollars. Dawn and Amber came in while I took the robe off. I was, of course, not wearing anything underneath. We sat at the table that had wonderfully padded seats, and turned on a movie. Halfway through, we had lost interest in the film. "Oh...oh, god yes!" Amber moaned as my cock slid inside her. Dawn was straddling her face, and Amber was licking Dawn's pussy with gusto. Amber's legs were around me, pulling me deep inside her with each thrust. Dawn was facing me, and she leaned in and kissed me, her soft lips on mine, her hands on my chest. Our tongues met, and probed each other. Dawn moaned into my mouth. Amber's hand was between us, playing and gently pinching Dawn's nipples. Burying her face in my neck, Dawn began moaning hard, nibbling and biting my neck. I wrapped my arms around her, speeding up my thrusting into Amber, and held Dawn, kissing her as she came to orgasm from Amber's mouth. Dawn climbed off of Amber and got onto her hands and knees. Amber slid under Dawn, and Dawn bent her head and began licking Amber's glistening pussy. My hands cupped Dawn's beautiful butt. My cock was rock hard and I rubbed the tip against Dawn's beautiful body. Slipping inside her, I relished the feeling of her walls gripping and milking my cock for all she was worth. I ran my hands up and down her smooth back which arched as she put her tongue to Amber's clit. I slid in and out of 13 year old Dawn. Amber's body was arched back, her nipples erect, and Dawn's hands came up to pinch and roll them between her fingers. My hand slid up Dawn's smooth back, and I gently tugged on her long dark hair. It wasn't too long before we were cumming together, me blasting my cum deep inside Dawn. We collapsed onto the couch, and cuddled together, enjoying the afterglow of lovemaking. Soon, we were sleeping off the sun, food, and sex. I roused myself sometime later and turned off the TV. I gently shook the girls awake and we got dressed. It was time for the educational aspect. There was indeed a volcano national park close by. We went to the front of the hotel, and the valet brought the car around. After I tipped him, I got into the driver's seat, just enjoying the rumble of the engine before taking off. Soon, we were on the road, and heading towards our destination. Though I had gotten the usual teenaged eye rolling when it came to homework, the girls had agreed that the pain and agony of writing reports were worth coming to Hawaii for a week. Pulling up to the visitor's center, I realized that we'd be here until dinner. It was more than just information about one volcano. The more we walked around, and spoke with our guide, I realized someone could get enough information to easily write a fifteen page paper instead of the little three page essay that we had planned on writing. At the end, we each got some post cards, and some pieces of volcanic rock. There was a handy mailbox at the door, so Dawn and Amber filled out some postcards to their parents. Amber's of course would take longer to reach its international destination. Her parents were working abroad for a year. Dawn's would beat us back to the mainland. I wrote a postcard to my future self, saying future me had to come back to Hawaii one day. The coastal scenery was beautiful. Sure, in the Bay Area we had coastal scenery too, but this was different. No bridges. No Alcatraz. No massive container ships coming out of the fog. For dinner, we stopped at a restaurant and were seated on their patio. We were talking about what we wanted to do the next day when a solemn hush fell over the place. Diners and wait staff alike paused, and quietly watched as the sun slid below the horizon, throwing great swaths of red, orange, and yellow across the sky. A beautiful Hawaiian sunset. When we got back, we lazed on the bed for a bit, having the tv on for some background noise. I had Dawn in one arm, and Amber in another. They were snuggled close, and we were enjoying the feeling of being together. "It was a pretty good day," Amber said. "Definitely, although the speedo color could have been a little less...colorful," I said. Dawn gently dug her elbow into my ribs. "Just wait until you see what you'll wear for the rest of the week." "There's more? Pretty sure my retinas are damaged from the bright color today. Can I survive this week?" I said this as I slid a hand under Amber's shirt. "Probably," Amber said before she slid in to kiss me. Dawn was busy pulling my shorts down, exposing my boxer briefs. She began kissing and nuzzling my bulge. Amber slid her shirt off, revealing that she wasn't wearing a bra. I wrapped my arms around her and she straddled my stomach and I took one of her erect nipples into my mouth. Dawn slid my underwear off, and took my cock into her mouth, sucking as if it had been years instead of hours. Already, I could feel the heat coming from between Amber's legs as she pulled my shirt off, and ground herself onto my stomach. She lifted up, and I pulled down her shorts and panties, so she could grind skin to skin. I slid my hands up her slim and slender body, and back down, rubbing my thumbs on her mound which had a thin landing strip. A lot of fun ensued before we fell asleep. The next day, we went to Pearl Harbor. This wasn't what the girls wanted to do, but since I had agreed to an afternoon of shopping, they agreed to a morning of doing what I wanted. I'd always been interested in WWII, and the Civil War. It was my first time going out there and seeing the monument. It was an educational experience, learning about the sneak attack from the best source possible. Our week in Hawaii was a lot of fun. We had plenty of sand, surf, sun, and sex. When we got back to San Francisco, it was night. Our hired Yukon was waiting, and it took us to my house, and we spent the night in bed together. The next day, Dawn and Amber headed to Dawn's house. To focus on their final gymnastics competition, we'd agreed that they could stay at Dawn's house to focus and prepare. Mentally and physically. When it came time for the competition, I took the girls. They were wearing warm up jackets and pants that made a swishing sound when they walked. Arriving at the arena, my bladder was full. Getting past registration, the girls waited while I hit the head. I came out just in time to see Dawn swinging her fist at another gymnast. I stuck my hand out, and caught her fist before it could strike the other girl. It made a smacking sound. "What the fuck?" I asked, honestly confused. It was very unlike Dawn to throw fists. Dawn's face was a mask of rage. Her eyes blazed with passion and fire that was out of control. Amber was scowling, her feet apart, and fists clenched, ready to wade into battle. There were three gymnasts from another team. Clearly, a rumble was close to happening. I took Amber's hand in mine to keep both girls under control. "I don't know what happened, but scram!" I snapped at the others. The three scurried off. "They insulted me! My people!" Dawn screamed. Heads turned. "Hey!" I said sharply, pointing a finger at her. "Get ahold of yourself before we're thrown out!" Dawn took in a breath, hissing the air through her teeth. "They insulted me! My beads! My people!" She gestured to the beads she was wearing. When she had made them, she had sung the song of a mother that loves her children so as to ask the creators to bless her beads and protect her. She hadn't earned any feathers yet. The tribal council was waiting until they felt she had earned one. "It's not worth repeating what they said, but they were very rude, mean, and arrogant about the noble Mohawk people." Amber said this, the tension slowly leaving her body. "You know how much my heritage means to me! Why'd you step in?" Dawn's brow was furrowed, and she was glaring daggers at me. Keeping hold of their hands, I walked into the arena. I pointed at the competition banners. I pointed at the table full of trophies off to one side. "You fight them in the hall, maybe you'll win. Maybe you'll stomp all over them. But then what? You get disqualified. Amber too. Great example captain!" I traced the big block C on Dawn's warm up jacket. "Bad way to get revenge. Now, focus on the competition. Focus on your hate and rage for those ignorant cunts." I pointed to the gymnastic mats and other equipment. "Channel it out there! That's your motivation for perfection. Your motivation for winning. So the history books will say your team is the best. And not that it was disqualified or missing the captain." I got on one knee, and looked them in the eye. "You're better than them," I said. "Both of you." I placed a hand on Amber's stomach which was slightly bigger than normal, but not obviously so. "Remember who you are and what you fight for. This is your last competition, Amber. Think of what your people will say when you bring home your share of the winner's purse, Dawn. What are you?" This final question was posed to both of them. "Someone of noble heritage," Dawn said. "The best of the elite," Amber said. "Are you going to compete with honor?" "Yes," they both said. "Are you going to put your heart and soul into this and do your absolute best?" "Yes," they both said. "Then let's see you do it!" I rumbled, and nudged them to their team's dressing room. I climbed some stairs and found my seat. The giant digital clock above the scoreboard was ticking down the time before the meet started. Ten minutes before it hit zero, Dawn and Amber came out with their team. Dawn's hair had been braided and the end was tied with a colorful ribbon. Both of them looked magnificent in their uniforms. Makeup had been applied. Even some roll on glitter had been applied to make their faces pop and stand out even more. I went down as close to the floor as I could, while Dawn and Amber came to me, and we huddled as Dawn spoke. "Gwoo neuwey dondei gondargargerda, woonda gey dondei." It was our usual pre-competition ritual as Dawn called upon her ancestors to bless and help the team. The day progressed. The gymnasts did gymnastics. The judges judged. There was a running score of the teams that changed after every performance. I applauded, but more when it was Dawn or Amber who had finished. Everything was going fine until Amber botched a landing on her floor routine. I could see her visible frustration, Dawn attempting to calm her down. It clearly wasn't easy. After a minute, I made my way as far down as the spectators could go and beckoned Amber to come over. "I fucked up," she said by way of greeting. "We're done for!" "Look," I said, pointing to the scoreboard. "Is it official?" "No," Amber sighed. "Damn straight! It's not official until it's official. So, keep going until it is! You're going back out there soon, don't focus on what went wrong! Focus on making it right!" Amber gave me a fist bump, her face set and determined. Dawn nodded her thanks to me, and I sat back down. Close to the end, the standings were changing very little. Some teams were in the bottom and seemed content to stay there. Close to the top was Dawn and Amber's team. At the top of the heap was the team that had the girls that Dawn had nearly fought. Amber and Dawn were huddled together. Amber would have the final routine of her team. They were behind, but it wasn't an insurmountable amount. Dawn massaged Amber's shoulders, whispered a few things in her ear, Amber nodded and she stepped up. The uneven bars stood before her. Amber dug her hands into the pile of chalk dust to give her a good grip, smacked her hands together, glaring at the team in first place, and sending up mushroom clouds of chalk dust. She walked and looked up at the bars as if they had insulted her. Amber pointed at Dawn. Dawn pointed at Amber. Then off she went. It was amazing. It was as if she was born to slither around those bars in the most graceful manner. I don't know how long Amber was up there. It could have been a minute. It could have been an eternity. But at the end, there was absolute silence. It was the thick heavy silence that only a stunned crowd who had witnessed something remarkable could generate. The judges did their thing, and the standings changed. Amber and her team went bananas. They were in a solid first place. Only one thing stood in their way. One person, actually. The girl Dawn came close to hitting was up. A C was stitched on her uniform. The team captain. Because she was the best. I could faintly hear Dawn chanting something, but under the buzz of the audience, I couldn't hear it. Biting my lip, I watched as she flew around and through the bars. It seemed that first place would be hers in moments. At least it seemed like that until she flung herself backwards too far from the higher bar, and missed grabbing the lower bar. With a thump, she landed on the mat, popped back up, and began her routine again. I sat, rubbing my eyes. No amount of perfection could overcome that mistake. She led her team to fourth place because of that. When Dawn led her team to the podium to receive individual medals and the team trophy, she searched me out in the crowd. She gave me thumbs up. I responded in kind. I drew the letter H in the air. She nodded and mouthed the word "Honor". That night, we were at my house. Lots of people were. Dawn, Amber, Dawn's parents, the rest of the team and their parents. Even some people from the Mohawk reservation. It was a big occasion for Dawn. To Dawn's complete surprise, the chief of the tribe had attended the event. Chief Ron LaFrance Junior was all smiles. Proud of his little Mohawk warrior. Dawn represented her people and exuded the noble spirit of her people. There were a lot of toasts being made. To the team. To Amber. To Dawn, being the captain to lead them to victory. Chief LaFrance had a huge smile as Dawn presented him with a check for her share of the prize money for coming in first. Tears shone in her beautiful big dark eyes as she spoke. "I'm proud of my people, and they come first. It is my pleasure to donate this money to the tribe so things like school supplies can be bought, and buildings maintained." "Dawn, for your selfless sacrifice, and your proper representation of our people, and for your leadership as captain, it is decided..." Dawn visibly held her breath, as the silence was teased out bit by bit. "That you shall be awarded with a feather." The tears fell as she hugged Chief LaFrance, and then her parents. There was certainly applause as we celebrated another happy moment. After more speeches, toasts, cheering and applause, Shauna and Eli stepped up. They were holding hands, and Eli had a bashful smile on face, Shauna's eyes were twinkling as if mischief were in the making. "We're proud to announce that we're expecting!" Eli called to roars of approval and applause. "A baby?" I called out. "Of course!" Shauna responded. "Hot damn! Expecting a baby is better than expecting an audit by the IRS!" With this silly bit of humor, there was laughter. "Aaannnnddd...we're going on a second honeymoon!" Everyone knew how hard Dawn's parents worked. Someone began a chant of "You deserve it" followed by the traditional five clap after. The party continued. We had two grills going, and cooking meat as fast as possible. There was splashing in the pool. Down on the beach, long after the sun had gone down, I built a fire, and the team was roasting marshmallows. A parent had brought a guitar, and we had a good sing along going. When it came to me to choose the song, a song popped into my head, and I knew it was the right one. "Howzabout `We are the champions' by Queen?" "Can do!" With no neighbors to annoy with our singing, we belted it out loud and proud. The notes drifted up to the stars, letting everyone know that there was indeed no time for losing. After more songs, s'mores, and drinks, we trekked up to my house. The team would be having a big sleepover. With the remains of a party in the recent past, there was enough junk food for the team to snack on as they sat up late, watched movies, and did whatever girls did at sleepovers when they're high on life. I entered my bedroom, and shut the door. It had been a long day. But I felt rather happy. With a team full of gymnasts in my house, I crawled into bed, wearing a v-neck undershirt and boxer briefs. It felt odd sleeping in clothes, but tomorrow night, I'd be naked again. I was quite surprised when sometime after 3 AM, my bedroom door opened. Two slight silhouettes came in. I could tell by the pixie cut on one, and long hair on the other that it was Dawn and Amber. I sat up, placing my hand over the light switch on my bedside lamp. I didn't want to fuck up my night vision with an explosion of light. They were on the same wavelength since they didn't ask for illumination. "Weston, we have one more toast to do," Amber said. "Whazzat?" I mumbled. Dawn placed a cup of cold something in my hand. "Weston...I'm pregnant," Dawn said. I squinted at her in the semi-darkness, feeling very much confused. I than said something very eloquent. "The fuck?" "Yeah. I'm pregnant. Like Amber." "I'm dreaming." I was coming awake more and more. "It's true." Dawn and Amber clinked glasses with me, and after a moment's hesitation I drank. It was some sparkling grape juice. "Here's to the next generation," I said, tossing back the rest of the cold liquid. I reverently placed a hand on Dawn's stomach which was still flat, and my other hand on the slight curve of Amber's belly. I felt bonded. I felt love. I felt responsibility. It was incredible. Three days later, Dawn was nervous and excited. She was heading to the reservation with her folks. Chief LaFrance would be presenting her with a feather for her efforts. Though she had showered before school, she showered again, and made sure to wash and condition her hair so it was long and straight and shone in the sun. "You can do this," I said, rubbing her shoulders. "I can't believe it's happening." "Believe it. This evening will see you celebrating. I'll be at the restaurant, waiting." Dawn hugged me, then gave me a kiss on the cheek. With her parents in the next room getting ready, it wouldn't do to get caught making out. We embraced, and I pronounced Dawn ready to go. When I saw Dawn again, She seemed to have grown a foot taller. She stood straighter. She smiled broadly as she hugged me and I saw the new addition to her hair. A beaded bracer was now braided to her hair, and a feather was attached. It looked truly elegant. "Dawn, congrats! You look great!" Blushing, Dawn sat, and I greeted Shauna and Eli. We dined on seafood and soufflés. It was a grand time. The bill was in the triple figures, but it was well worth it. Dawn had grown and progressed. Being pregnant, she would do more growing up. I loved being by her side. A few weeks later, I was sitting in a rocking chair in Dawn's house. I was watching with a bemused smile on my face as her parents raced around taking care of last minute details. Dawn rushed around helping them out. Not knowing where anything was, I was content to watch and throw out suggestions of something they may have forgotten. Sunblock? Sandals? Chargers? Sunglasses? "Condoms?" Dawn asked me in a whisper as she passed. I snickered. Dawn had been excused from school early so she could bid her parents farewell as they left on their journey. Amber was still in class. Finally, the limo I hired for them showed up, and luggage was loaded. Kisses and hugs were exchanged, and they went off to the private aviation section at the airport. After the limo had departed, I stood on the sidewalk and looked at my old house. "Remembering the past?" Dawn asked. "A certain snug orange swimsuit. A certain someone who was in my pool without permission." I took hold of Dawn's hand, lacing my fingers with hers. "A certain amount of growing up that day." "A certain number of orgasms. Our first together. And countless more since." When we picked up Amber, we headed to a special medical center. It wasn't in any phone book, but for those who had enough money, they would do what was needed, no questions asked. Dawn was up first for the ultrasound. Amber and I watched as the tech squirted the goo onto Dawn's stomach, and maneuvered the wand around. "Things look good," the tech announced. All I could see on the screen was about the same as static on a TV screen when it's on the fritz. "A very healthy one indeed, no problems." All I saw was more static. But then again, I didn't go to medical school, so they must have been seeing things I wasn't. Amber took Dawn's spot. Again the goo and the static. But things were different. "Shh! Listen!" we were ordered. A very small, but audible thumping noise was heard. My stomach leapt into my throat. "A very strong heartbeat!" Dawn's mouth was hanging open, her hand squeezing mine. "Ooh, wait! It might be...it could be..." the tech was driving me nuts with this tension, and the random blurry static on the screen didn't help because nothing was clear to my eyes. "It is!" came the announcement. A second audible heartbeat was heard. The next thing I knew, Dawn and Amber were standing over me, concerned looks on their faces. "Weston, you okay?" The tech was doing the thing with the flashlight in my eyes, checking the response of my pupils. A blood pressure cuff was on my arm. "I'm fine," I said, not moving. "My brain just...blue screened for a moment. Did...was that..." I trailed off, not knowing exactly how to phrase the question. "Yes. Two separate and healthy heartbeats. Twins." Amber beamed and held her hand on her belly. "Jesus, really?" "It's real." After a few more minutes of making sure I was all right from my fainting spell, we were allowed to leave. I drove home, a bit in a fog about being told about the twins. Since Amber's parents were working overseas, and Dawn's parents were somewhere over the ocean, we went to my house for dinner. Halfway through, my phone rang. "We're having dinner! Come on over!" I said happily into the phone. The voice on the other end was not eager for dinner. Nor did it bring good news. My fork dropped from my nerveless fingers as I processed what I'd been told. My iPhone fell and clattered on the wooden floor after the caller hung up, and I slumped in my chair as if I'd been slugged in the stomach. "What's happened?" Dawn asked. Amber came up to me, looking at my face with concern. I cleared my throat, and sat up straighter, trying to compose myself. I took hold of Dawn's hand, and led her to the couch. "Dawn...that...that was the FAA. Not too long ago, your parents' plane called in a mayday. Then, it disappeared from the radar over the ocean somewhere. I'm sorry." My heart was torn as Dawn's face crumpled and she began to wail and burst into tears. Amber and I held her and did our best to console her. But when you've just been told your parents are missing, and your mom was pregnant, it's a lot to take in and process. This was so much to put on a thirteen year old's shoulders. I had no idea where to go from here. But whatever happened next, we'd go through it together. Finally, another new chapter! Yes, it's been a long time coming. My apologies. I've worked every day for the last two months. 8 to 12 hour shifts each day, so it's been tiring me out. But things might be getting better at work. Cross your fingers. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Questions? Comments? E-mail me at fullmetalocelot12@gmail.com You can follow the naughty Jedi on Twitter @DawnHoniahaka or email her imanaughtyjedi@gmail.com Thanks for being patient and reading our story. Stay tuned for the next chapter.