Chapter 111: Thanksgiving Arc: One
"Oh my gosh, its already Novembeeeeerrr!" Lacy groaned at the kitchen table that Sunday morning. They were having pancakes and eggs when Aurora looked at her cell phone.
The Omega laughed at her mother. "You sound like a teen, mom," Aurora joked.
"Just til you wait until you’re at me and your sires’ age," Lacy said, getting up to get another pancake. "Anyone else want a pancake or some more eggs?" She asked while in the kitchen.
"MEE!" Samantha, Salmona, and Adama all said in unison.
Lacy chuckled at the Alphas wanting more food. It was hard for her to believe that her life was once so chaotic was now so serene and calm. She loved every minute of it.
Clink!
She placed the plates on the table for the Alphas then sat back down to eat herself. She looked at Aurora. "Doing anything today?"
"Nope, I just plan to stay in and read, watch some movies, and just chill," she said to her mother.
"Hows, uh, college essays and applications?" Salmona inquired, popping a whole pancake in her mouth.
Aurora sighed. "I’m waiting to hear back. I should hear back by Christmas that’s for sure because I started to send out application’s back in the summer." She told her parents. "But maybe I should have done what Mo Yong did. He sent out applications when he was a junior and already got accepted into two of them."
Salmona nodded thoughtfully. "That’s smart. But you’re smart too, Aurora. Don’t worry too much."
Adama added, "Exactly. Just be patient. Everything will work out."
Aurora nodded, pushing her fork through a syrup-soaked pancake. She glanced out the window at the garden, where late autumn chrysanthemums still clung to color against the browning hedges.
Her fingers traced the rim of her hot cocoa mug, warm and solid. The kitchen hummed with the low contentment of full bellies and shared casual chatter, punctuated only by the clink of cutlery and the distant chirp of sparrows.
Inside, a flicker of doubt warred with Salmona’s reassurance: what if they say no?, but she pushed it down, focusing instead on the comforting weight of her mother’s gaze.
Outside the window, a lone paperhanger’s van rolled slowly past their suburban street, its ladder rattling faintly against the metal racks. Aurora watched it disappear around the corner, a mundane intrusion into her thoughts.
Her reflection in the glass pane superimposed itself over the fading chrysanthemums, her own face, pale and thoughtful, framed by dark hair, mirrored against the stubborn blooms clinging to life in the encroaching chill.
She finished eating her breakfast and took her plate to the sink. "Alight, I’ll be in my room," she said.
While Aurora was in her room and Adama was outside with friends, Lacy and the Alphas just got done with cleaning up the kitchen. Salmona kissed Lacy on the neck, moaning into her. She rubbed her erection into the Omega, her clit getting harder and harder.
Lacy moved from under Salmona, it was too risky to do it in the kitchen, so they walked up the stairs to their shared room and closed the door.
Salmona took off her clothes, her clit fully hard, the pre cum dripped onto the hard tile floor. Lacy walked to her and got on her knees, placing her mouth onto the clit. She began to suck it while Samantha watched from the bed, also naked.
The Alpha sighed and closed her eyes as she ran her fingers through the curls of her Omega. "Atta, girl," she said to Lacy.
Salmona watched Samantha slowly stand up. She walked over to Salmona and Lacy and knelt down beside them, jacking off her member. Lacy turned from Salmona and placed her mouth on Samantha’s big clit.
Samantha moaned as Lacy sucked Samantha’s clit. Salmona leaned against the wall, her eyes closed as she enjoyed Lacy’s mouth on her clit.
Lacy moved from Samantha to Salmona, taking Salmona’s clit in her mouth. Salmona sighed, running her fingers through Lacy’s hair. Samantha knelt behind Lacy and rubbed her clit against Lacy’s ass. Lacy moaned around Salmona’s clit, her hips pushing back against Samantha.
Samantha entered into Lacy’s pussy, her wetness coating the clit. The Alpha moaned and thrusted herself into the Omega. The sound of their love making filled the room although they did their best to not be too loud.
Salmona’s breathing became erratic with Lacy swallowing the load the Alpha released into her mouth. Salmona squeezed her clit to make sure every last drop was out.
Samantha pounded harder into Lacy now that her lips were no longer around her sister’s clit. She grunted and thrusted deeper, her clit swelled, about to release her seed.
"Oh shit," she moaned, Lacy felt the warm liquid enter into her as the Alpha collapsed on top of her.
Aurora laid on her bed with her laptop open and with music playing on one of the streaming services. She was nodding her head along while on HeadBook browsing her feed to see what family and friends were up to.
She saw her friends were posting pictures of them at parties, hanging out with friends, and just having fun. She laughed and commented on some of the photos then went back to another website where she was reading the local news. And then after that...she went back to thinking about college.
It was a quiet afternoon. The only sounds were the faint bass thump of Aurora’s music through her headphones and the rhythmic creak of her bedsprings as she shifted.
Outside her door, the house settled into its Sunday stillness, no footsteps, no voices, just the distant hum of the refrigerator and the occasional car passing on the street.
She scrolled through HeadBook, pausing at a photo of Mo Yong grinning beside a university banner. *Accepted Early Decision*, the caption read. Her thumb hovered over the like button. Instead, she closed the tab.
Aurora began to wonder what would happen if she didn’t get accepted anywhere. Well, she would just go to community college. Community colleges weren’t bad at all really. Its just, she would rather go to a four year.
Tap, tap!
"Come in!" She yelled to see Adama creeping into her room.
"Me and my friends about to hit the trails then stop at a burger joint, want anything?" The young Alpha asked.
"Nah, I’m good. Thanks though."
Click!
The door shut and Aurora went back to moping about her lack of college responses.
"So when do you think you’ll lose your virginity?" One of Adama’s friends asked. They rolled down the streets of their neighborhood on their bikes.
"Probably when I’m 17 or 18," Adama said.
"That late?"
The thirteen year old shrugged. "Its not something I care about. I don’t even like anyone. I don’t think of anyone."
Many Alphas here age were coming rut for the first time and as a result, many were thinking of sex. Adama had her rut but sex wasn’t something she thought about often.
They made their way down a trail that led into the woods. They laughed and joked to one another about a dead body in a cabin. The five of them raced one another to see who could get there first.
Adama pedaled harder, the wind whipping through her short hair. The damp earth scent rose from the trail, mingling with the sharp tang of pine needles crushed beneath their tires.
Ahead, the cabin emerged, a weathered structure half-hidden by overgrown bushes, its windows dark and vacant. She skidded to a stop first, kicking up gravel, a surge of triumph warming her chest. Her friends arrived moments later, panting and grinning.
The grins soon turned to dismay when they heard screams coming from the cabin.
"What the hell?" Another friend said.
Adama got off her bike and ran to the cabin where she kicked the door in. She saw Shatwa on top of a girl, raping her until she looked up and saw the kids. Shatwa got up and pulled her pants up. She ran past the kids and out the door.
Shatwa pushed Adama out the way, making the thirteen year old fall onto the ground. Still, her and her friends rushed to the Beta’s side, seeing she was bleeding and beaten severely.
Adama pointed to one of her friends. "CALL THE POLICE NOW!"
A girl scrambled for her phone, fingers trembling as she punched in the emergency number. Adama knelt beside the bleeding Beta, her own hands hovering uselessly above the torn clothes and bruised skin.
The metallic tang of blood mixed with the damp earth smell clinging to their clothes. The victim’s shallow, ragged breaths were the loudest sound in the ruined cabin, each gasp scraping against the silence like stones dragged across gravel.
Adama pulled off her hoodie, pressing it gently against the worst of the bleeding on the girl’s thigh, her mind racing with fragmented first-aid tips from health class. Outside, the others stood frozen, bikes discarded haphazardly, their earlier bravado replaced by wide-eyed shock.