Chapter 17

Sylvia wakes up around ten-a.m. and heads to the kitchen. She doesn't feel like preparing a huge breakfast today, so she cuts up some fruit and grabs some bowls and the cereal and sets the table. Once breakfast is ready, she makes her way to C's room. Noticing that Foster isn't on the couch, she prepares herself mentally for whatever she will find in that room.

After a few knocks go unanswered, she opens the bedroom door. She finds the two of them, cuddled up together, asleep. She tries to nudge C awake.

"Sweetie, wake up. It's getting kind of late. You guys should probably eat something." C's eyes open slowly. She sits up and nudges Foster awake. Foster shoots up in a panic.

"Foster, hun, don't freak out. I was just waking you guys up to get breakfast. I don't want you guys to starve. What kind of mother would that make me?" Sylvia jokes. Something about them seems a bit different but she can't quite place her finger on it. She gives up and heads back to the table to get her morning started. Whether the kids follow or decide to go back to sleep is up to them.

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After breakfast, Sylvia, Claudia, and Foster drive over to the café to grab what Foster will need while living with them. Claudia works on packing up his clothes. Sylvia packs his books, comics, and DVDs into boxes. Foster packs everything else he thinks he will need. Once they have everything carefully packed into the car, Sylvia drives it back to the house. Foster and Claudia stay back to make sure that everything else is locked up and then they walk to C's place together.

The three of them get everything unloaded into the living room. When the last box is brought up, Sylvia sighs and looks at the teens.

"What room do you want to take? We have tons of unused space. Foster decides to pick the room right next door to C's, not wanting to be too far from her. They get all the boxes into the correct room. Sylvia leaves them alone to call a local moving company to get the big stuff, like his desk, bed, dresser, bookshelves, etc., brought over.

"Bad new guys. The soonest we can get your big furniture moved in is Thursday. Is that okay? You two don't mind sharing a room for a few more days, do you? The couch is still up for grabs if you want to take it Foster."Foster and C agree to share her room for awhile longer. Neither of them has a problem with it, but they don't want Sylvia to know how happy they are about the situation.

After hanging up what can be put away into the closet, C and Foster decide to take a break. Sylvia is busy in her office with the craft store. The two of them decide it'd be a good idea to make lunch instead of waiting for Sylvia to make it like they had been doing with every other meal.

Foster is in charge of preparing the salad and setting the table while C sears some chicken to go with their salads. Foster is a great cook, but C insisted that she wanted to be the one to do that part. It's for her mom after all. Once everything is finished and set out on the table, C goes to get her mom from the office. Foster fills a pitcher with water and places ice in everyone's cup. Once that's done, he sits down and waits for the other members of the household to join him.

At the end of lunch, Sylvia gets back to work. Foster and C clear up the mess and put the leftovers in the fridge. Once that task is complete, they go back into Foster's new room to see what else they can get unpacked.

Unfortunately, without the larger furniture there isn't much more they can do other than decorate. Foster did pack a few pictures of him and his mom, of cocoa as a kitten, and one of a man that closely resembles him. C hung those on the wall for him while Foster searched the ins and outs of his new space. His bedroom mirrors Claudia's. They both have decently sized bedrooms that share a wall together. They each have a walk-in closet (C's is still relatively empty still). They also both have a full bathroom to themselves.

Foster circles around his walk-in closet. He has never had so much space before. The loft above the café is quite small. It has two small bedrooms, one bathroom, a sitting area, and a small kitchen. It never felt small, but compared to this new space, his old place was tiny. This closet alone could be a bedroom if need be. He looks up at the single, spherical light fixture above and notices some kind of hatch on the ceiling.

"Hey C. Do you know what this leads to?" Foster shouts as he tries to find something to stand on so he can reach the hatch.

"What are you asking about?" C enters the room to see Foster standing on a box full of books, arms outstretched towards a small door in the ceiling. He manages to get it open. Once open, he pulls himself up into the space. "Foster? What are you doing up there?" C stands on the box of books to get a better look, but she is too short to accomplish anything.

"This is so cool. You should check this out C." Foster pokes his head back out of the opening and reaches his arms down towards C. She hesitantly reaches up to grab his hand, worried that she will be too heavy. He lifts her up without any problems.

C looks around the small room above the closet. It's a bit too short for Foster to stand completely straight. It's carpeted and has an aged floral wallpaper covering the walls. C walks to the other side of the small space to stand next to Foster. Foster is kneeling on the ground, messing with something. It's a second hatch. Once he gets it open, he looks out to see where it takes him. It's too dark in the room below to see what it is.

"I think that's my closet?" C questions. Foster closes the hatch and sits up. He pulls C into his lap and kisses the top of her head.

"What do you think this room is?" He wraps his arms around her small figure and rests his chin on her shoulder.

"I'm not sure? It seems old though. Maybe it was just used for storage or something." C shares her opinions with Foster. When she finishes her thought, Foster starts to place small kisses down the side of her neck. C snuggles into Foster's chest while he continues. One of his kisses earns him a delicious sound. He decides to nip that area again. C squirms in his grasp. Foster continues focusing his attacks on that part of her neck, sucking, kissing, nibbling, anything that he can do to get another one of those noises.

C feels that weird pressure in her lower stomach again. She closes her legs to hide her growing excitement. Foster notices her quick movement. He lowers one of his hands down towards the front of her shorts.

"What's wrong C?" He taunts. He traces circles around the waistband of her shorts, occasionally slipping his finger in to tease the skin underneath.

"Foster," C whines. She opens her legs slightly to let him have access to what he wants. His hand travels further down, finding her cute little pleasure spot. She hides her face in his bicep, cheeks on fire similar to the rest of her body.

"Tell me what you want me to do C. I want to hear you say it." He orders. C whimpers and tries to close her legs again. Completely ashamed of how much she likes this. He lightly pinches the pink button, causing her to cry out. She tries to muffle her sounds, but he continues teasing her. "Please, you know what I want Foster. Don't tease me like this. It's not fair." He laughs and nips at her neck before responding.

"That's not going to get you what you want. You have to use your words. How am I supposed to know what you want?" He smirks, licking the outer edge of her ear. She gets goosebumps. She pouts but gives in because she knows he isn't going to ease up.

"I... I want you to t-touch me." She stutters. Saying those words made her feel filthy, but she didn't hate it. In fact, she liked how it made her feel, how he made her feel.

"That's a good girl. Is this what you want?" Foster slips a finger inside and continues massaging her clit with his thumb. C moans. Foster slides another finger in and pumps them in and out as fast as he can. C moans louder. Foster abruptly stops, fingers still inside of her.

"You're getting too noisy Claudia. What are you going to do about that?" He curls his fingers, rubbing her walls as he waits for a response, relishing in this new power that he has.

"I-I'm trying to be quiet." She whimpers but that doesn't satisfy him. He continues rubbing her insides, waiting for an answer that pleases him. C grasps Fosters other arm, placing his index and middle finger in her mouth, suckling gently to distract herself from what he was doing below. Foster thrusts his fingers in and out again, not as fast as before, but fast enough to make C quiver around his digits. She moves his other two fingers in and out of her mouth, still sucking and still moaning.

"Fuck C. That's hot." Foster grunts and bucks his hips into her a bit, continuing to play with her. C works harder, wanting more praise from him. She swirls her tongue around and bobs her head up and down slightly. "Keep going," he coaches. She complies, which earns her a third finger. It barely fits. Instead of giving her time to adjust, he starts to spread his fingers as wide as he can inside of her. He then forces them in as far as they will go. C screams and shakes in ecstasy. Foster licks and bites that spot on her neck while he ravishes her down below.

"You're so wet. You're going to make a mess. That just won't do." Foster removes his fingers, lays C down and whips off her shorts. Again, her panties are completely soaked. "It's too late, looks like you've already ruined these," Foster ridicules. Foster lays down in front of her so that his face is between her legs and his arms secure her in place. Instead of taking off her panties, he pushes them to the side and gets back to work. He pumps his three fingers in and out, hard and fast. The moisture coupled with what Foster is doing makes an intriguing sound. Foster kisses her clit. He increases the speed and force of his hand movements while lapping at her clit. C is shaking. Her legs wrap around Foster's head, pulling him closer. He smiles, nibbling and flicking his tongue over the swollen bud. After a few more minutes of torture, Foster can feel C's walls squeezing around his fingers. Again, he stops his movements.

"You aren't going to cum now are you? You didn't ask." C doesn't know how to respond. She is panting, her eyes glazed over, her mind is far away right now. She hears what he says, but she is experiencing complete bliss. Foster chuckles again. "Okay okay. I will let it slide this time since you look so fucking good right now." He tries to add a fourth finger. C screams a second time. Foster covers her mouth with his other hand and continues what he is doing. C arches her back and Foster removes his fingers slowly. He licks off what's left of C and pulls down his boxers. His hard cock springs out. Foster rubs the shaft with the hand that he used to pleasure C. C spreads her legs, offering herself to him.

"That's a good girl. Spread your legs for me," Foster demands. Foster slams into her and smashes his lips against hers to muffle the moans. Foster fucks her hard and fast. The rough foreplay and being all alone in this hidden space with Claudia did more than excite him. Foster changes positions, now C is straddling his lap and Foster is thrusting up into her. Her eyes roll back into her head. She is covered in goosebumps and is completely lost in everything he is doing to her. Foster lifts her shirt, exposing her perfectly round breasts. He takes one in his mouth. Claudia places one of his hands on her hip. Both of her hands hold onto his shoulders. She moves back and forth, rocking herself on him. His tip hits a spot that sends her over the edge. She finishes again. Foster follows soon after, filling her to the brim.

They sit like that, Foster still inside of Claudia, Claudia resting her forehead on his shoulder, both trying to catch their breath. Foster kisses the side of her head gently. Again, he pulls her back to see the damage. Her neck is covered in bruises and her hips as well.

"Did I hurt you? I'm sorry C." Foster, ashamed of what he did, tries to look anywhere except at her face.

"No. Foster I wanted this just as much as you did. I liked it a lot, maybe too much. Yeah, I enjoy teasing you and being in charge, but I like when you take over much more. I like when you toy with me. I like when you try new things to make me feel good. I also like when," C hid her face in his shoulder again before finishing her statement. "I also like when you call me a good girl." Foster smiles and kisses her neck softly, pleased that she enjoys this just as much as he does. He pulls out and pulls his boxers back up. Unfortunately, both his boxers and her panties are drenched in her juices.

"Sorry C. I didn't think far enough ahead. Hopefully, it's not too uncomfortable." Foster hands her the remaining articles of clothing that she was missing. He then helps her out of their secret place. He supports her until she gets steady footing again. C is glad that she lost her virginity to Foster. No one else would have been as gentle with her as he was this morning, not that she wants him to be gentle.

They quietly creep over to C's room, hoping that Sylvia didn't hear their earlier activities. The house is silent. They sneak into C's room together, shutting the door behind them. C lays in bed, Foster's seed sliding down her inner thigh. Foster notices and hands her a small cloth to clean herself up. Foster leaves to go change into some other, less wet, clothing. C hops in the shower to clean off, tossing her soiled clothes in her hamper as she undresses.