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Chapter 4

The next two weeks went by without much further incident, I spent my time cleaning, flying outside, and reading. I also took up a bit of drawing, though I was by no means good at it. In fact, the last time I'd tried drawing was with crayons when I was 9, drawing a picture of my brother's male parts, which had always been such a fascination with me and he was very accommodating for that. As I thought back, I started to miss him badly. I missed his smile, his laugh, his arms around me, the way he'd wipe my tears or settle me down when I was sad or angry...above all I missed how tender he was whenever we mated, it just felt so right. I missed that care and devotion.

I hid all that away though and continued with my chores until one day when the caretaker suddenly cried out in pain in the kitchen. Not knowing what else to do I rushed to the scene, and just in time too; the oven had caught fire, smoke had blinded him and he had slipped and fallen, knocking down a knife which had stabbed him in the gut. I almost threw up, just barely managing to get to the phone and call for help. When my voice was needed, it was there. Phones were a returning luxury, this one had been installed last month but he had done it at night when I was asleep. Needless to say, things were incredibly hectic that day, and I was unable to get the owner his lunch since it hadn't been made yet and I had no idea how to cook. By the time evening rolled around the pyrotechnics specialists had left, finding the cause for the fire, and the others had all packed up and vacated the premises, leaving me alone and confused. Here I was in this big huge house...alone. With no idea how to prepare food. I was quite hungry after coming back from my daily flight, so I wandered around the kitchen looking at what we had. The coldbox was full of meats and vegetables, the cupboards were full of grains and dried plants and spices and tools and powders and my gosh there was a lot of stuff. I had no idea where to begin.

"What in Paradisil was going on?"

I jumped and almost shrieked, turning around to see the owner behind me looking at the charred oven. When he walked he did so with a bit of a limp, as if his legs weren't used to not being out of his room. I coughed a bit. "U-um...he was cooking and...the oven caught fire and he...he fell and a knife fell on him..."

"What do you mean?" he asked me. I was about to crack, I'd already had enough people grilling me today about the incident and the horror of seeing a knife stuck in him came anew to my mind. I shivered and the next thing I knew I was on the floor sobbing my eyes out. Tender hands gently guided me up and over to the table, seating me on a chair. "Anne...I know it's stressful, but please, I need to know what happened. What do you mean the knife fell 'on' him?" I couldn't make myself stop crying even when I tried. "Did it stab him?" I managed a nod. "Where? Can you show me?" I leaned to the side and pointed at my stomach. His face darkened but he reached over and held my hand. "I know it must have been very scary, but he'll be okay. They came and took him away right? He'll be fine. There's nothing to be scared of anymore."

Heaving and shuddering I eventually managed to settle down with him holding my hand. Finally I was able to take control of my voice. "I'm sorry..."

"You did nothing wrong, in fact you saved his life. There's nothing to be sorry for."

My stomach chose that moment to make my hunger known, in the form of an enormous gurgling roar. The owner chuckled. "I can't cook," I said quietly, looking away.

"I can, and I can teach you how." Taking my hand he led me over to the counter. "What do you fancy tonight? Some fish maybe?"

The rest of it is a blur because I was exhausted from crying, but I do know that was probably one of the best dinners I've ever had. Simple, but delicious. He showed me how to gut and scale a fresh fish, cut it up, fry it, and how to prepare it with vegetables and some spices. And...I actually enjoyed the company of another. I don't know how to describe it, but I liked being around him. When I went to bed that night, I felt...lonely. A strange loneliness I hadn't felt before. Sure, I'd been lonely after losing my friends to accidents, and my brother to that bomb, but this felt different. As if there was something just out of my reach that was there for me to get but I couldn't quite reach it yet.

The caretaker didn't return the next morning, which left me at a bit of a loss for breakfast. Wanting to please the owner of the house, I searched my memory for snippets of me passing through the kitchen when the caretaker was cooking, and eventually settled on trying to cook up some eggs. They were weird, all gloppy and clear...actually the clear part reminded me of the fluid from my brother's penis shortly before he started spouting all that yummy white stuff. The first batch I burnt, the next batch I undercooked and ended up messing up completely, but the third I got to a quite nice consistency. Except for the fact that it stuck to the pan rather steadfast.

"I smell eggs."

I started again at that voice and looked over my shoulder, feeling like I'd been caught. "I...I thought I'd try to cook breakfast..."

He nodded and pulled his hood back, coming up behind me. "Not bad for a first try, you learn quickly." With that he took my hands from behind, laying his palms over the backs of my hands. "Here." With that he showed me how to properly cook eggs, guiding my hands but never forcing them. Half of me didn't like it, wanting to shrink away from his touch, the other never wanted those hands to leave mine.

As usual, I was silent. I went with it, and ended up cooking some halfway-decent eggs. We both sat down to breakfast, which was kinda nice, just sitting quietly with him. Unlike his twin, who just...was there, unattached, this guy had a presence, a warmth about him. His brother acted nice but seemed like he wasn't all there. As we sat finishing our glasses of juice I sat back and looked him in the eye, my wings swaying a bit. "I'd like you to teach me."

He cocked an eyebrow at me, then grinned. "Oh really? What about?"

"Everything."

Well, I really stuck my foot in it. After breakfast he took me up to his study, sat me down, and for three long hours he drilled me intensely on what I knew. Which embarrassed me because I couldn't remember half the stuff I'd learned. After that he started scouring his books and papers, writing down notes rapidly. I guessed he was formulating some sort of curriculum for me. When he was done he patted a pile of books he'd made on the desk and looked at me. "These books, we'll cover while my brother is away, as well as culinary arts. No doubt he'll push to get back here but won't be fit to do his work, so you'll have to cook for all three of us."

"H-how am I gonna fit all that into a day?"

He grinned softly. "With a little mental discipline you'll learn quickly and be able to keep up with the chores. In any line of work nowadays you'd have to do this. Anything outside of routine chores I mean." His eyes narrowed a bit. "I have to ask though, your knowledge of procreation and world history was very obscure, are you comfortable learning those as well?"

I nodded. "I know what the male and female parts are and what they do... and I know about mating... I know a lot about that..."

His look was a little unsettling, but not negative. "Care to tell me how much? How comfortable are you with it?"

I smiled just a bit, remembering my brother. "I'm very comfortable with mating." Blushing a bit when I realized what I'd said I looked away from him.

"May I ask what brings that about?"

"My brother and I...he showed me how to mate...he used to comfort me at night with it..."

He simply chuckled and shook his head. "It's all right. With dragonfolk that's quite common. It's also common for parents to do it with their kids to teach them about it." Looking back at the stack of books he picked out a few and handed them to me. "Read chapters two through five in each book and be ready to answer questions tomorrow. If you have any questions for me, don't be afraid to ask. Also, I'll need you to tell me how much you know of mating so I know where you stand. Not now, but know that I'll be looking for that."

I just nodded and took the books to my room, sitting on the bed and reading. I started to feel...strange. It was an odd feeling in my belly. Had I eaten something bad? It wasn't all that much of a feeling so after a while I dismissed it, it might have just been an aftereffect from yesterday anyway. It didn't go away though, in fact it worsened the longer I sat there reading. Finally it got to the point where I couldn't read anymore, I was feeling jittery and the sensation in my gut was getting very uncomfortable. Setting the books aside I made out way out and took off into the air to try to clear my head. Flying over the snow-covered trees helped distract me, it was very peaceful lazily gliding on the wind, but that feeling crept up on me again. As it did I found myself fantasizing about my brother being by my side again...was it longing? I missed him so much...

The week went by with me cooking and getting quizzed in the mornings, studying and flying in the afternoons, and learning new recipes at night. It was actually quite pleasant to work with the guy. As all this went on though that feeling in my gut kept getting worse and worse and I kept getting more and more distracted. My dreams were always of my brother mating with me, and some of my daydreams were rather uncalled for...fantasizing about the owner taking me. I wasn't much shorter than he, about five-one to his full six-six height, so it wasn't terribly unthinkable...and he was still fairly young...but my mind was straying, I needed to study this world history. Try as I might though I just couldn't, the aching need in my belly and groin were worsening. No matter how tightly I crossed my legs I couldn't quell it. As night fell I finally had it and went up to the owner's room, knocking on his door. He opened it and let me in.

"Something wrong, Anne? You look a tad agitated."

"There's this...this weird feeling that's been building up for the past week and I don't know what to do about it...I can't study, I can't even think in peace."

"Are you ill? Can you describe the pain?" he asked, suddenly very worried as he offered me a chair. I sat down with a grunt.

"I don't feel sick and it's not really a pain, it just...it's extremely uncomfortable and it keeps making me daydream about my brother..."

His eyes widened and he held his hand over his mouth as he chuckled to the side. "Anne...it might be embarrassing for me to tell you but I think you're entering your first heat. Your first estrus."

When he said heat I didn't get it, but estrus sure clicked. Hard enough for my face to go fully red. "Oh no..."

"It should pass in a few days though if it's been going on for a week, but there's not much you can do about it. Or well...there is, but I don't really advise it."

"What is it?" I was getting desperate.

"To put it bluntly, it's to have sex."

...I had to open my mouth, didn't I. I don't think my face could have gone any redder. "Oh..." We both fell silent, feeling very awkward, but finally I was desperate enough to ask. "Um...you wanted to know how much about mating I know?"

"Yes?"

I looked away, dreading asking. "Can I...can I show you instead?"

He stared at me in shock, stuttering. "W-Well...um...I don't think that would be a good idea...you shouldn't let your heat take over your decisions like this."

"Please...I need something...." I was squirming in my seat. "I miss sucking on my brother...

He gripped my shoulder firmly and looked me in the eyes. "Anne, no. I'm sorry, but if I'm going to indulge anyone in mating, I'd rather it be with that individual themselves, not the heat-crazed mind. When your heat has passed, then we'll talk about it." I almost burst out crying, I needed relief so badly... He must have seen my pain though for he softened a bit and kneeled to eye-level. "I can show you how to relieve yourself, but you must only do it in moderation and only when you need it most. Do you want that instead?" I nodded, panting with need. "Do I have your permission to touch you?" Again I nodded eagerly, spreading my legs for him almost instinctively. Very gently his hand went down and started to stroke me between the legs, teasing me through the fabric of my loose-legged pants. My wings and tail stiffened as a loud, surprised moan of pleasure forced its way out of me, his touch felt so wonderful down there! He stroked up and down my vaginal cleft with light pressure, making me shiver and moan again. "This is all you have to do." Pulling his hand away he helped me up out of the chair. "Go take care of yourself in the bathroom, you are excused from your lessons until you feel you can resume them again."

I stumbled down the hallway to the bathroom, then fell onto the floor on all fours and started furiously rubbing myself. I must have looked like a dog panting and gasping there on my elbows and knees with my hand in my pants, but oh my gosh it felt sooooooo good! Frustrated with the fabric I ripped off my clothes and lay there in the bathtub, squealing in pure delight as every nerve in my body seemed to glow, a weird fire of pleasure building up in my pussy. Gasping for breath I looked down and parted my netherlips, rubbing my finger between them and delighting in the wonderful sensation. Noticing a small nub at the top of my slit I gave it a little touch and screamed as my body tensed, my head going light as everything suddenly felt WONDERFUL. All I could feel was just warmth and pleasure for who knows how long, laying there and basking in the feeling. I felt good. I loved it. It felt familiar, like I'd felt that pleasure years ago. When I could see straight again I noticed my legs, tail and feet were drenched, a weird, strong-smelling fluid trickling from my slit. It was clear and sticky and smelled a little like that clear stuff that I used to lick off my brother's penis. All at once I felt embarrassed and ashamed, and quickly cleaned myself and got dressed. That discomfort was still there, but the release had cleared my head and now I felt extremely foolish...I had actually asked my teacher to have sex with me?? What kind of an idiot was I... I had vowed that no other penis would get inside me and yet I was almost defeated by my own body...

I was late for cooking lessons, afraid to show my face again, but I was famished after all that, and the discomfort had dulled to barely a small feeling deep in the pit of my stomach. I found him working on dinner by himself, the smell of steak and onions grabbing at my nose. "Are you civil now?" he asked, knowing I was there.

"Yes...I'm really sorry about before..."

He shook his head. "There's nothing to be sorry about. That's what estrus naturally does to females, you were only following your instincts. Since it's your first heat, it's not your fault."

I came up beside him and watched him work on the food for a bit before responding. "I do want to mate again, but...after my brother died in that bombing...I told myself I would never do it again..."

He turned to me with a soft look of concern. "You really miss your brother don't you?"

I nodded, sniffling a bit. Next thing I knew I was clinging to him, shivering against him as he hugged me close. Under that robe he felt rather solid and strong, I thought he was thin but his arms felt so strong and secure...and warm... "I miss him so much..."

"I can only imagine...but if or when you're comfortable with it, I'll be ready for you to show me how much you know."

"But isn't that...y'know...wrong? I mean, I'm lodging here and I'm your student..."

"It's part of dragon culture. I won't make you do anything you don't want to of course."

I sighed and leaned against him again, never wanting him to let go. "I wish I had a dad...you're almost like a dad..."

"Wherever he is, I bet he'd be proud to have a daughter like you." The meat began to sizzle and he let go of me to keep it from burning. I went and sat down at the table, watching him bring me dinner. Only now did I notice that he seemed a little different from when he'd first come downstairs after the accident. He wasn't limping as much and he walked more upright. As we ate in our usual silence, he stretched and grunted a bit, rotating his arm at the shoulder. "You know Anne...ever since I met you I've been feeling much better, especially this past week." I looked up at him curiously. "Walking used to hurt me but it doesn't now, and I don't feel as sick or old. It feels good to get out of that stuffy room."

As usual, I was silent and just nodded, but I was able to smile. It felt good to know that I had helped him somehow.