Jodie and Knave - snippet

I wrote this story for Knave. Here is the 1st part of it. Looking to trade for the rest if anyone is interested. E-mail story submissions to caligula31@hotmail.com and make certain they are new and incestuous in nature please. =-)


Jodie and Knave

By: Caligula


Jodie was out enjoying her daily jog. She was 25 years old and loved to work out and show off her magnificent body. Her breasts being especially large seemed to attract the most attention. She knew they were jiggling right now, much to the delight of the men passing her on her run and then envy of the women, or so she supposed based on the nasty glares she got from them. She suspected many of them secretly wanted to bang her too, but that would be reserved for her boyfriend, if ever she met one that could handle her. Jodie was a true ball-buster. Not in the sense that she hated men, but that she thought kicking men in the balls was funny. She enjoyed it, but it also frightened off most potential male suitors.

Her present roommate, Knave, was no stranger to Jodie’s playful ways. Knave was also 25 and worked with Jodie at the ballet. One time Jodie publicly busted Knave’s balls during a recital of the Nutcracker Suite, landing on them “en pointe” tippy-toe style as he lay prostrate on the floor. Another time she caught him exercising naked and for no good reason other than sheer boredom, she snuck up behind him and kicked him square between the legs. If it was a wonder to anyone why Knave stayed living with Jodie, it was because he had a secret of his own…he had a sock fetish, and Jodie indulged him. To that end she had been wearing the same pair of socks for a week straight for her morning jog, unbeknownst to Knave. She had stayed out jogging longer than usual to make certain that today they would be extra moist and just what the doctor ordered.

She veered off the paved pathway and started to cut through the park, a short cut on the way to the apartment she shared with Knave. As she ran thinking about the fun she would have when she got home a ball came flying out of the brush and bounced to a stop a short distance in front of her. A young boy, she was uncertain as to his exact age, came chasing after it. Jodie quickly glanced around and saw that no one else was nearby and thought she’d have a quick joke at this young boy’s expense. She snatched up the ball and held it over head, teasing the boy.

“Can I have my ball back?”

“Which ball are you talking about?” asked Jodie.

“The one you’re holding. My sister and I were playing catch and she threw it over my head.”

“Oh THAT ball…I thought you meant a different kind of ball.” The boy had the decency to look confused. “Do you like football?” she asked.

“Yup.”

“I like football too.”

The boy gave her a look like she was lying. “Girls don’t like football. Football is for boys. My sister doesn’t like football.”

“Oh I bet your sister would like football the way I play it.” Jodie smiled. “Would you like to see how I play football?”

“Sure. I guess.” The boy didn’t sound convinced.

Jodie handed the ball back to the youngster. “Hold it over your head like I did. That’s right. Now spread your legs like a quarterback. Good. Now when you say HIKE I’ll introduce you to foot…ball. I’ll show you how I kick a proper field goal.”

The boy, being an innocent little fella, did as he was told. “HIKE!”

Jodie used her ballet trained legs and lifted her right foot off the ground, punting the boy in the balls with the toe of her running shoe full force. “Goal! Two points for me!”

The boy released the ball he was holding over his head and slowly slumped to the ground, crying openly. Jodie for her part was laughing at the kid’s condition. She lifted her foot in the air and brought her heel smashing down on the colorful ball he and his sister had been playing with. It popped under her foot in front of the boy’s face. He vomited and she laughed.

“You’re a good sport!” laughed Jodie as she continued on her way. She looked back in time to see his sister come rushing out of the woods, take a look at the deflated ball and yell at her still crying brother.

“You broke our ball!” With that his very own sister kicked him in the nuts three of four times, apparently not aware of the damage she was causing. Kids were so innocent. Jodie smiled. The boy wretched again. “Now there aren’t any more balls!” the sister yelled.

Jodie giggled to herself as she ran on. It was funny how the sister’s comment was so right on the mark without her intending it to be. Well, the boy would probably look back on this one day and see just how funny it all was. Jodie was certain of that.