MAJOR/minor Chapter 15: broken/WALLS

Lisa was stronger than Izzellah had realized. She could feel iit as the tendons in her arms strained against the force of her halfsie friend. She gritted her teeth as she continued to force the slightly larger palm of her friend/slash adversary down. Lisa wearing a confident smile on her face.

“You’re pretty strong, Izz.” She chuckled. It struck a nerve with Izzellah that urged her to push harder. Lisa looked like she was barely even trying. The difference in power between them was infuriating and tragically obvious. Lisa was half MAJOR and even half a MAJOR was more than her.

“Getting tired yet?” Lisa asked coyly. Izzellah didn’t respond. Lisa had ears and eyes. She could hear her grunts and see the sweat dropping for herself.

“Screw you!” Izzellah strained pumping as much blood as she could to her right arm, trying to squeeze every ounce of power her years in the garage had earned her. Lugging those tires around, installing the engine, jacking the thing almost every week. She let out a guttural growl and leveraged her right arm down. Lisa’s hand moved!

“Wow!” Lisa exclaimed. “Impressive!”
“I don’t need your pity!” Izzy snapped in a strained gasp.

“I was just trying to be encouraging! Lisa snapped back.

“Fuck…..your….encouragement.” Izzellah seethed as Lisa’s hand slowly inched closer to the surface of the wooden table. Just a few more inches and she woul-

“Fine.” Lisa said cold.

In an instant Izzellah’s arm snapped backward so fast it stung when the back of her hand hit the table.

“I win.” Lisa said evenly.

Goober barked in acknowledgment of her owner’s victory. She jumped up onto her mistress yipping and happily wagging her tail.

Izzellah let go of the breath she was holding and the tension that her body had built up with it. “Sorry.” She muttered weakly.

“No big, girlfriend.” Lisa dismissed already back to being her normal chipper self. “I know how it feels to lose a lot.”

Of course she did. Izzellah felt foolish for how competitive she had gotten. She was itching for the chance to prove herself, but had forgotten the obvious. Lisa was also half minor, more than that most likely, in a house full of MAJORS. She was still the weakest person in her home by a longshot.

‘I think you both did great!” Linda beamed from her spectating spot in a massive recliner. She stood up and took both of them in a greedy hug. “Two strong girls ready to take on the world!”

“Moom!” Lisa whined as her face was pressed into Linda’s chest. Izzellah found herself squeezed between the MAJOR mother’s cleavage and because of the low cut of her shirt could see the love dot on the crest of Linda’s right mound.

Linda was proving to be quite….affectionate. Izzellah wasn’t used to this kind of skinship. This had been the third time Linda had picked them up in less than an hour. It was borderline inappropriate to the point she had to wonder how Lisa tolerated it. Linda was very, very, handsy. She’d carried them through the house as Lisa showed her around the downstairs kitchen, bathrooms, and now the living room where they’d stopped for the promised arm wrestle. She openly groped them, cuddled them, and was even bold enough to give Izzellah one of her longer than socially acceptable kisses. Yet somehow it didn’t seem sexual in anyway. It was more like the overt over affection of a grandmother. Something Izzellah was not used to. Maybe it was because she lived with a man, but her papa rarely touched her without her initiating. He was also slightly sheepish when carrying her like he was afraid she’d break if he held on too tight. Was this the love of a mother? She remembered her mom being caring, but not this caring. Perhaps Linda’s mothering instincts were more pronounced being a MAJOR, or maybe she just really liked minors. Izzellah had to admit her attention wasn’t unpleasant, just slightly foreign. It made her thoughts more uncomfortable than anything else.

“You two smell really bad.” Linda said.

“So.” Lisa shrugged.

Izzellah sniffer herself. Her nose twitched at her own must. “Dog breath and sweat.”

“Bath time.” Linda informed.

“No mom.” Lisa defied. She flailed in Linda’s grasp. “I wanna show Izzy around some more.”

“We can do that after the bath.” Linda said.

“I can take one tonight!” LIsa pleaded. “And I’m sure Izzy would prefer to bath at home.”

“I do have my own shower.” Izzellah said.

“Don’t let her talk you out of it.” Linda said. “She’s just using you to dodge her responsibilities.”

“NO!” Lisa screamed. Then she actually bit her mother on the arm hard enough to force the MAJOR to drop her. In a flash the halfsie darted around the corner.

“What the hell?” Izzellah wasn’t sure what she’d just witnessed. Lisa was two years older than her or so she claimed. Izzellah was questioning that now. What self respecting teenager threw a temper tantrum when asked to take a bath.

“She always gets like this.” Linda sighed still cradling the remaining minor.

“She doesn’t like bathing?” Izzellah guessed.

“No.” Linda mused. “It’s complicated. I think she’s trying to impress you.” Linda game Izzellah a small peck on the forehead. “She’s gotten all these ideas since meeting you. It’s really cute and I wish things could be the way she wants, BUT IF YOU WANT MY TRUST THIS ISN”T THE WAY TO GET IT!” Linda shouted. She put izzellah down and cracked her knuckles.

“Do me a favor and time me dear.” Linda asked.

“Huh?”

“This isn’t the first time she’s pulled this stunt. She used to run away all the time, she hasn’t in years though, but I think I can break my record today. Forty-two seconds. Can you count that for me sweetie?”

“Uh, sure.” Izzellah shrugged.

“YOU HAVE TEN SECONDS TO COME OUT LISA!” Linda warned. She started stretching.

Ten.

Nine.

Linda did a few squats.

Eight.

Seven.

Six.

She ran in place a bit.

Five.

Four.

Three.

She took a runner stance.

Two.

“I used to run track before my boobs got too big.” She chuckled. “Silver medal at nationals.”

One.

LInda took off so fast it was nearly a blur. The sound of her footsteps like thunder as she rounded the corner. Her very movement shaking the photos and paintings framed on the wall.

“Goddammit!” Izzellah heard Lisa shout approximately thirty-eight seconds later. A new record.

“I’ll get these in the wash and then join you two in two shakes!” Linda chirped as she collected the discarded clothing of her minor daughter and house guest. LIsa wearing a noticable scowl as she stripped down to her skivvies and soon after nothing at all. Izzellah was slow to join her in the state of nudity in the master bathroom that belonged to Lisa’s parents.

“She’s not serious is she?” Izzellah whispered to her taller friend while fumbling with her shirt, trying to somehow procrastinate her disrobing until it was time to leave.

“Oh one hundred percent.” Lisa groaned. “Drowning hazard and such. Will you hurry up!”

Izzellah continued to fidget with her clothing only negotiating her top off past her bra. How exactly was Lisa so comfortable being naked in front of people, one being her own mother!?

“The sooner we get this done the sooner I can show you MY room!” Lisa shouted. Izzellah found her shirt seized and nearly torn off her. Lisa cast it aside for her mother to pick up for the wash and soon was working on the pants. Deft fingers unbuttoned her jeans and before she could react were around her ankles.

“Do you mind?!” Izzellah shrieked.

“What are you shy?” Lisa asked. “You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

“It’s not that, it’s just…” Izzy leaned her head toward Linda who was waiting patiently.

“Oh please!” Lisa dismissed. “I’m pretty sure she doesn’t even know what sex is.”

“It’s still awkward!” Izzellah whimpered. She couldn’t remember the last time she was actually naked in front of someone. She screeched at her papa that one time he walked in on her using the toilet!

“I can strip as well if you want.” Linda offered already removing her low cut top.

“That won’t be necessary!” Izzellah insisted quickly shedding her undies and fleeing into the warming water to re-establish her illusion of modesty.

“Be back in a bit.” Linda sang before sauntering off sans her shirt top.

With her mother gone Lisa dropped her sulking demeanor like the disposable tool it was. “So someone’s shy?” She teased.

“Shut up.” Izzy mumbled as she floated herself towards a corner of the pool sized tub with the most bubbles. The water level slowly rose and created more suds that she could cocoon herself in. Lisa followed her creating a path through the suds toward Izzy.

“What’s up?” Lisa prodded.

“I’m just not really into being leered at.” Izzy said.

“It’s not that bad.” LIsa assured. “We’re all girls here. I know my mom’s a little loose with her idea of personal space, but she doesn’t mean anything by it.”

“It’s not your mom...not really at least.”

“Is it me?” Lisa asked. “Getting all hot and bothered by what a smoking bod your girl has?” Lisa rubbed some suds across her legs as Izzellah inspected her. She looked good in the nude. Her body was smooth and long. Her face was cute and her eyes rather striking without glasses obscuring them. Nice rounded curves, that looked soft to hold onto.No real definition, but no real fat either. Her limbs were very cylindrical as if all its mass was distributed evenly. Her MAJOR and minor attributes melding into perfect harmony. She was probably a MAJORS wet dream. Soft and squeezable, yet firm enough to be rough with.

“I’d never!” Izzellah insisted. She didn’t want to offend her first friend! Lisa was becoming very special to her, and she valued the bond they were forming. They were bathing together! She never imagined she’d be comfortable enough with someone outside her family to do that!

“Relax.” Lisa sidled up next to Izzy. “I was just want to make sure you’re comfortable. It’s very important to me that you enjoy it here.”

“So you can convince your mom into giving you more freedom?” Izzellah asked while lowering her head so that everything but her eyes and ears sank below the bath water. She held her breath in wait for Lisa’s response.

“So that we can hang out more.” LIsa revealed. “I don’t need you to get me more free time. I just need another boyfriend. Then maybe we can both get out of our cages.”

“You feel like you live in a cage?”

“Sometimes.” Lisa said sinking into the water next to her. “You know what it’s like. Can’t go outside alone, can’t cook or shop for myself, can’t drive, can’t bath by myself, my mom coddles me all the time. She even tucks me in. Most time’s it’s nice, but sometimes I just wanna be left alone y’know.”

“I guess I don’t.” Izzellah blinked at the realization. “My papa’s parenting style seems to conflict with his contemporaries.”

“Lucky.” LIsa said. “I’m not even allowed to cut my own vegetables.”

“That’s why you’re so...liberal at school.. With your.”

“You can call me a bond whore I don’t mind.” Lisa said causing Izzellah to choke on a mouthful of suds. “I’m very aware of my own reputation. I started it after all.”

“What?”

“What better way to make an impact? A girl has to get her freedom somehow.” LIsa revealed. “Besides it ended up helping you out didn’t it.”

“Lisa I-”

“Don’t feel bad for me.” Lisa sighed. “I’m comfortable with my life and the choices I make.”

“It shouldn’t have to be this way.” Izzellah said. “You shouldn’t have to date a guy just to go out on your own. Expose yourself to unwanted gropes and salacious rumors.”

“You really have a dark way of seeing things sometimes Izz.” Lisa said as she soaped up her friends hair. “I mean I do like sex, and I’m worshipped on campus….most of the time.”

“That’s not good enough!” izzy said. “You shouldn’t have to be a whore to get what you want and I shouldn’t have to-!” Izzy stopped. “Sorry I..”

“You don’t have to talk about it.” LIsa said. “I’ve been there when MAJORS decide to get too rough.”

“It’s...potent.”

Just then soft stomping could be heard.

“If I cry my mom won’t bother us.” Lisa offered.

“No.” Izzellah said. “It’s okay. I know she was looking forward to this as much as you were.

The door opened and Linda Watermiene walked in wearing a towel that was doing everything it could to restrain the MAJOR(ly) captivating body underneath. It seemed like the sheer curvaceous value of her body was shredding the very fibers of the piece of cloth. Soon enough that was gone and Linda was completely naked, revealing her gravity defying rack and toned body.

“How fast can you work up some tears?” Izzy asked.

Fortunately some of Linda’s enthralling physique was tempered under the cover of soapy water. Izzellah would never not be impressed by the age defying traits of the MAJORS and the perfectly sculpted beauty of each olympian being. It truly was her one weakness. Linda exploited her achilles heel by insisting on washing her body. More of that MAJOR proclivity towards physical intimacy. The temperature was rising inside her and it wasn’t because of the steaming water.

“You have nice skin.” Linda infomed as her hands continued to work soap into Izzellah’s frame. She had to keep herself from gasping or moaning in delight at Linda’s touch. It wasn’t the sexual charged and rough fondling of the incident, but Izzellah’s own fetishes were filling in the gaps. Linda had such large fingers, like her father’s, but they were so gentle. “You don’t need help washing your ummm, private areas do you?”

“No!” Izzy blurted before she nearly erupted from the thought alone. A woman like Linda...touching her...Izzellah realized she might have some mommy issues.

“It’s perfectly alright, sweetie. No need to be embarrassed.” Linda leaned in close and whispered. “I understand sometimes you little ones can get confused about personal hygiene. I’m here if you need to talk.”

“Mom, she’s fine.” Lisa insisted reigning in her MAJOR mother. “She’s seventeen.”

“Well, she doesn’t have a...a mother.” Linda mouthed.

“I know.” Izzy said. “My mama, she taught me before she died. Anything I didn’t already know I looked up online. My papa even tried to help as best he could.”

“I don’t mean to upset you, sweetie.” Linda said embracing Izzellah. “I just want you to know I’m here to support you.”

“T-thank you.” izzy stuttered as her face pressed into Linda’s warmth. Her soft chest was a pillow that Izzy rested her head on. Damn this woman! She was too much. Izzellah didn’t need her pity, or her support, or her safety. Dammit! She started crying.

“It’s okay.” Linda said softly. “You’re okay.”

Izzy found herself openly sobbing and she didn’t know why. She just knew she missed it, she missed this. Linda started humming softly and the levy broke! She missed her mother!

“I know you’re hurting child.” LInda said. “It’s okay to let it out. You don’t always have to be strong. I can be strong for you.”

Lisa was astounded by Izzellah’s meltdown. “Mom?” Where was this coming from?

“Your friend’s been through a lot.” Linda said. “Bad people did bad things to her. They were bad people understand?” Linda cuddled Izzellah to her. “It’s not your fault.”

“Mom it wasn’t that big a deal.” Lisa assured. “I mean Darren got suspended and-”

“He ONLY got suspended.” Linda clarified. “He’ll be back. All of them will be. I try to protect you from these things, LIs. To prevent this from happening.”

“Izzy?” Lisa asked suddenly very worried for her friend. Izzellah seemed so strong most of the time.

“I’m sorry I’m just...sleepy.” Izzellah said. “I didn’t mean to ruin everything.”

“You didn’t ruin anything, dear!” Linda comforted. “Right, LIsa?”

“Of course not!” Lisa added. “This is still a party! Let’s get shitfaced.”

“Lisa! I don’t appreciate that language!” Linda chided.

“Getting shitfaced.” was not on the table. Linda wouldn’t allow it and it was very clear she made the rules in the house. Instead they were both in pj’s a set of which Izzellah borrowed from Lisa that were still a size too big even though they were from when she was twelve. Reruns of Amazing Amy on Lisa’s larger than needed bed, while Linda braided her hair was the name of the game. Linda was busy on the phone with her father not only explaining the need for some girl time and psychological recovering, but why a sleepover was the only remedy and that it should become a regular thing. Izzellah didn’t have the heart to argue after what had happened and part of her didn’t even want to. She did feel bad for her father who was probably worried for her as well as suffering Linda’s probing questions on his parenting and her well being. Linda apparently knew a reliable therapist. Dr. Nelson or something.

LIsa was sprawled out on her stomach kicking her legs in the air and scarfing down handfuls of popcorn like it was air. Even with her enhanced appetite she had barely put a dent in the volume of exploded kernels her mother had provided.

“All done.” Linda said. “With the phone conversation and your hair.”

Izzellah could feel the twin braided tails Linda had given her. A practical if juvenille way of managing her long ebony strands. “My papa was okay with the last minute notice?”

“Not really, but I managed to convince him in the end.” Linda winked in a way that gave Izzellah a small jolt of warmth. She suddenly didn’t judge Lisa so much for crushing on her father. She was doing the same damn thing with Linda. It didn’t help that the mother was wearing another tight fitting shirt, thankfully without a deep v. But Linda had also opted out of wearing pants and was revealing her amazing legs and thighs with only a thin pair of panties to hide her modesty just to keep Izzellah on her toes.

“I’ve been to hard on you.” Izzy whispered to Lisa. She looked at Izzellah’s flustered face and back at her scantily clad mother. She smirked.

“What you wanna fuck my mom?” Lisa said at a volume dangerously loud. “Go for it.”

“Shhhh.!” Izzy panicked. “What the hell?!”

“She’s hot.” Lisa said not lowering her voice at all. “Most of my boyfriends have made a pass at her.  Right mom!?”

“Oh dear.” Linda blushed.

Izzellah’s felt the air freeze in her lungs. She was certain any minute now she would turn to stone.

“Don’t be embarrassed, sweetie.” LInda smiled. “It’s very natural for you little ones to develop infatuations. I’m flattered.”

“Oh come on mom!” Lisa exclaimed. “A hot teen wants a piece of milf! Make her dreams come true!”

“Lisa what the hell are you doing?!” Izzellah screeched as the halfsie pushed her forward. She face first into Linda’s cleavage as her body laid on the landscape of Lisa’s mom. She rose up only to find herself straddling the older woman.

“You deserve to have some fun girl!” Lisa grinned.

“Oh my!” Linda cheeks wient rosey as Izzellah stared into her eyes. Deep, round pools that reflected light. Her lips were bright red. Dammit. Izzellah closed her eyes and leaned in. Her lips met something soft. Her heart skipped. She opened her eyes and saw...Linda’s index finger, the tip of which was pressed into her mouth.

Linda chuckled. “You are very cute, adorable really, trust me if I wasn’t a happily married woman and a few years younger.” Linda said softly. “But I’m afraid this can’t happen. My daughter’s just playing a joke on you. She inherited her father’s sense of humor.”

Izzellah turned to see Lisa laughing hysterically with the most sinister grin on her face.

“You’re just gonna break her heart like that?” She teased.

Linda leaned in and gave Izzellah a long smooch on the cheek and that was it. “Sorry, sweetie. I’m sure you’ll find a lovely young man or woman someday.”

Izzellah wanted to evaporate into a puff of smoke for being so easily baited.

“That wasn’t funny, Lisa!” Izzellah said tackling her cackling friend.

It was late. Izzellah was reclining next to Lisa in the clutches of a snoring LInda. They were all wrapped up in a blanket watching TV.

“How did we manage to stay awake longer than a MAJOR?” Izzellah asked.

“Probably because I’ve been encouraging her to slip some rum into her cocktails and subtly sending her sleep suggestions.”

“What?”
“We’ve been bonded all day, Izz.” Lisa informed casually. “Mom’s one of the first MAJORS I learned to manipulate. She didn’t make it easy today either. She was super hyped to have you over!”

“I gathered that. Why’s she so excited about it?”

“She REALLY likes minors.” Lisa said. “Said she always wanted a minor brother or sister. Probably something to do with not seeing one until she was like twenty or something. We’re like leprechauns to her. I think it’s her kink.”

There was a pause as they watched Amazing Amy do a somersault to evade the MAJOR bad guys that were chasing her. Izzellah liked this episode because it was the first time Amy couldn’t transform into a MAJOR to solve her problems because of a cursed amulet she was tricked into wearing. It showed that minors could solve problems on their own. Well until her MAJOR sidekick came and saved her.

“She’d do it y’know.” Lisa said.

“Do what?”

“Fuck you into a pile of jelly.” Lisa said. “It might take a little work but you could get into those panties. Don’t let me stop you. I don’t mind.”

“I think your dad would mind.” Izzellah informed aghast at Lisa’s suggestion.

“No he wouldn’t.” Lisa informed. “You’re a minor, Izzy.”

“So?”

“What you think they aren’t just as horny for minors because they’re adults?” Lisa laughed. “We’re like forbidden fruit to them, and trust me my parents have had more than a few bites.”

“You don’t mean?” Izzellah gasped.

“What? NO!” LIsa denied. “Get your mind out the gutter. I know you’re a virgin but you must surf the internet. MAJOR/minor dating sites double as high end escort services. I once caught a glimpse at my dad’s search history and found out they regularly set up dates.”

“So what? Because I’m a minor your dad wouldn’t care if your mom cheated on him with me?”

“You really need to learn what you can get away with.” Lisa said. “Take advantage of your special status. That’s your real problem. You want to be treated the same as everyone else so you don’t see the perks of who you are.”

“Well excuse me if I don’t see the appeal of banging a married woman.”

“Your loss. You haven’t lived until your boyfriend’s mom has kissed your lips.”

“Gross. You haven’t actually?”

“How’d you become such a prude?!” Lisa snarked. “You’re lucky you know  me, Izz. I have so much to teach you.”

“I think I’ll pass.”

“Just give it some thought.” Lisa suggested. “I know my mom really likes you, and she’s wound way too tight.”

“Why are you suggesting this anyway? It’s kind of creepy trying to get your mother and your best friend to hook up.”

“I just want to make you happy. You wanna lose your cherry, she likes you, the math just adds up. It would be fun and safe. You could practice bonding with someone who actually has experience. But you’re a prude so I’ll drop it. Pretend we never had this conversation.”

“I don’t think I can do that.” Izzellah said. “I’m starting to learn how different things are from what I imagined.”

“The world’s a strange place.” Lisa said as she turned over to try and fall asleep. Izzellah reached for the remote on the bed and just barely managed to grab it from her position sandwiched between Linda’s left breast and her arm. She turned the television off and snuggled in.

“Thank you, LIsa.” Izzellah said.

“For what?”

“For today, and for the advice. In a strange and very perverted way your advice helps.”

“I try.” Lisa replied.