Chastity - Chapter 2

Tit could see nothing but forest, until a clearing opened up. And in the clearing was a lone concrete brick five story mansion, with a protruding watch tower. Tit crouched onto his heels to try to maneuver his flight. As he got closer to the house, he shifted his weight forward to relieve elevation. With only a few yards ahead of him, he was able to see two silhouettes in the tower. Tit put out his hands in front of him as if he were flying an invisible plane. Shifting his shoulders he was able to control his lateral direction until he came even with the tower.

A flock of Canadian geese honked as they flew under Tit, destabilizing his flight and making him overshoot the tower.  He looked back and saw the mansion getting smaller. More green pines brushed under his heels. He now heard a thunderous roar. Hemlock Gorge came into sight, then Fall Creek with rushing whitecaps. As Tit’s flight lowered again, he brushed alongside the treetops, occasionally snapping off twigs and small branches.

“Fuck,” Tit moaned as Fall Creek ended and the waterfall began its descend.

Tit stood straight, trying to float upwards and avoid nature in a futile attempt. Tit was now knee deep in the ice-cold creek, heading towards the edge. He turned around grasping for rocks as fish flapped past his thighs. Looking back, he saw nothing but sky before coming to the cliff. At the last rush of water, Tit pounded the water as the water swept down towards Beebe Lake. The sound was deafening as Tit closed his eyes and held his head tight, expecting to black out at the bottom. Instead, his legs were freezing as wind blew past his icy wet jeans. He opened his eyes seeing the magnificent splashes as the waterfall disturbed the lake. Tit was suspended in mid-air just at the dump off.

“Holy fuck!” Tit yelled in glee, his voice echoing off the gorge.

He floated there for a few seconds, locating his balance. He flung his arms down again and slowly lifted higher. Pushing back down on his heels, Tit headed back towards the mansion, this time at a lower elevation. He tested out his controls and maneuvered through the tips of the trees until the mansion was back in sight. Seeing the window open, Tit headed for the tower. The only thing was, Tit hadn’t figured out how to control his speed.

As he swooshed through the window frame, Tit crashed into the back wall of the room. He fell upon a desk, breaking it in half. Groggy, Tit tried to adjust his eyes and focus on his surroundings.

“Chastity, are you ok?” screamed a little girl’s voice as she burst through the door.

There she was sitting on the bed, an exotic beauty; slender, olive skin, long glistening black hair, hell of a rack, and dressed modestly. “Um, I do not know. I mean, I am safe. But this boy… are you ok there?” Chastity asked Tit.

“How’d you get in here!?” demanded the little girl.

“Uh, I, uh…flew in?” Tit replied unconvincingly.

“Flew in? Well, that’s quite ridiculous. Humans cannot fly,” answered Chastity.

“I’m getting Dad!” warned the little girl.

“No wait!” Tit said.

“Do not go disturbing father. Let’s keep this quiet for now,” said Chastity.

“If Dad finds out and we don’t tell him, there’s going to be some problems.”

“Look, I flew in. Really. Fuck. My head.”

Chastity gasped. She had never heard such a rogue word. She hadn’t heard any word not spoken from her father, little sister, Sinclaira, or her late mother. There was no computer, television, or phones anywhere in the room. Not even a landline. She had never gone past the third floor of the mansion. There was no need as her father made sure she had everything she needed built on the third floor and up in her tower.

“I definitely have to tell Dad about that one,” said Sinclaira.

Looking at her vivacious breasts, Tit introduced himself, “Hi, I’m, um, Tit…uh, Titty, I mean, Titus. Titus Baccus. But my friends call me Nipples. I mean, Tits…Tit.”

“Hello Mr. Tit. I am Chastity. Chastity de Joa. And this eager mouse is my little sister, three years my younger, Sinclaira.”

Tit stood up and brushed himself off, also making sure nothing was broken. Still dripping, he sloshed towards Chastity with an extended hand. She looked at his hand quizzically. “Did you hurt your palm?”

Tit looked at his hand. Nothing. “No, I was just… being polite.”

“I do not wish to stand at this moment, but I do thank you.”

Tit retracted his arm in confusion. “Hey, I’m sorry about this. I can explain. We were being chased when…”

“We? Chased?!” interrupted Sinclaira. “There’s more?”

“Well, uh, my friends Chris and Gil. When all of a sudden I started flying through the air…”

“Like a bird? Tell me, was it magnificent as I always imagine?” chimed in Chastity. Sinclaira walked towards the window looking out and down. “There is no we out there.”

“I know. I lost them when I started flying. Then I saw this tower, but I couldn’t stop and ended up in the creek and almost fell off the waterfall, but…”

“Waterfall? Where? Father gave me an encyclopedia before and I saw a waterfall in the pictures. Oh my, how wonderful it was. I dream of swimming in waterfalls. One day.”

“Um, you can’t swim in a waterfall. They’re actually pretty dangerous.”

“No. That is false, sir.”

“How are we going to get this boy out of here. Dad is going to find out,” warned Sinclaira.

“Yeah. Look, do you mind if I stay here until dusk. That way I can kinda creep out?” Tit suggested.

“Well, why do you not fly out the window? In the same manner you flew in? I’d love to see you do it,” asked Chastity.

“This is really fucking weird. I don’t know how I…”

Chastity gasped again, and giggled. “What is fack?”

“Fuck?” Tit corrected her.

Chastity giggled again. Tit couldn’t help but notice how innocent her laugh was. She seemed as if she were his age, but with a younger mentality. Kind of like Japanese chicks. Sinclaira drew the window down a little as the day was coming to an end and the chill was rising.

“It means… well, it can mean a lot of things.”

“Tell me, please? I have never heard a word like this… fu-uck before.”

“I probably shouldn’t,” replied Tit, guessing he crashed in on some sort of sick cult were fathers lock up their daughters for later breeding.

“It’s not good. I can tell that much, Chas,” informed Sinclair. “Dad still hasn’t told us about that word phallus you saw in the dictionary that one time.”

Tit smirked and looked for a place to sit. “Hey, do you have any jeans, sweatpants, or something. I need to take these jeans off, they’re soaked.”

“Jeans? I do not have in my possession any sweated pants either.”

Tit felt as if he was more in a twilight zone rather than a cult, now. Unable to bare the cold, he took off the jeans anyway. Sinclaira threw her face into a pillow on the bed. Chastity stared in awe.

“What is that you have there?” Chastity questioned.

“What? Boxers? I’m guessin’ you never seen boxers before, huh?” Tit said sarcastically.

Chastity turned red, “No. Inside of your box set. That bulge?”

Tit was now red, “Well, that… this is…” he thought about whether or not explaining human anatomy to her. But he was sure it would lead to other questions and he needed to focus on his own dilemma.

“Tit!” a faint voice echoed up and through the window. “Tit, are you up there? Hey, Tit?”

Sinclaira opened the window and looked down. Chris, winded, looked up embarrassingly. “Oh, sorry. I was lookin’ for a friend.”

Tit popped his head out the window, “Chris!” Chastity’s head followed.

“Fuckin’ A, man. How many girls you got up there? What the fuck? Where’s the door?”

“It’s not what you think. I’ll be down in a few,” Tit and Chastity pulled their heads back in the window. “Do you think I can go out now?” he asked.

“I would suppose. But I do not know how to reach the bottom level. My father has so many doors on the third floor that it has become difficult to locate the correct exit. One door leads to another chamber, which leads to a staircase that only goes up.”

“Fuck,” Tit expressed his frustration.

“What’s a phallus?” Sinclaira asked, yelling down to Chris.

Grinning, Chris yelled back up, “Tell me how to get in there and I can show you.”

Tit popped his head back out, “Not now man. Help me find a way out of here. Go around and see if there is another door other than the front.” Tit and the girls popped back in. Tit rubbed his hands together and rubbed his thighs, trying to warm up. He forced a smile. They all sat in awkward silence.

A few minutes later, Chris returned, gasping for air again, “Nothing, man. Did you fly in there?”

Tit looked back out the window. “Yes! Now I need to get out.”

“Well, fly the fuck back down dumbass.”

“I don’t know how I started to fly to begin with. I’ll kill myself.”

“How much room is up there?” Chris asked.

“Chris, this ain’t the time for your horndog ideas.”

“You fuck, I meant how much room is up there for you to have a running start? You started flying when we were running. So start running in circles and see if that works, Peter fuckin’ Pan.”

Tit thought this was a decent idea. “Would you mind if we moved your furniture around?” Tit asked. Chastity didn’t, and the three began rearranging furniture to make the maximum room for takeoff. Though he was rather strong having not been an athlete, Tit struggled to move around the old wooden furniture. “Your dad must like antiques, huh?”

“Antiques?”

“Nevermind. This should be good. Now you guys move up against the wall over there. I don’t want to run into you and hurt you.”

“Guys?” Chris called up.

“I think he means us, Chas,” Sinclair said. She yelled back, “We are not guys. We are ladies.”

“Ladies, would you please make yourself safe and move outta the way?” Tit asked. The girls complied. Tit began running circles as fast as he could in the 18 foot by 20 foot bedroom.

“You running yet?” Chris called up impatiently.

“Yes, fucker!” Tit yelled down as he passed the window. “It’s not workin’,” he yelled as he passed by again.

“Think happy thoughts,” Chris suggested.

“Why don’t you pull some fairy dust out your ass, Tinkerbitch,” Tit yelled down angrily. Chastity laughed at this word, bitch.

“Maybe you need a sail. In the other encyclopedias, I saw a sailboat floating past the skies,” Chastity told Tit. She jumped out from the corner and reached for the bed propped up vertically against the door. When Tit came around in his rotation, he hopped to avoid running into her, bracing himself for another crash into the wall. Chastity screamed.

“Look!” yelped Sinclaira.

Tit was once again suspended in mid-air. “Holy fuck! I’m doing it again,” belted Tit.

“What the fuck is going on up there?” Chris asked from below. Then he noticed lights turning on upwards around the tower. “Tit, get the fuck out of there. Someone’s coming.”

From inside the room, Tit and the girls could hear footsteps echoing closer to the bedroom.

“It’s Father. You must fly out now.”

“We’re in deep fuck now,” warned Sinclaira.

“Do come back, young man. I wish for you to tell me more about this world,” Chastity said.

Tit nodded and floated towards the door. Just as the last bit of him flew out, there was a banging at the door. “Girls? Is everything alright in there?”

“We’re fine Father.”

“Yes, Dad. We’re just fuckin’ playing in here. Everything is fine.”

Tit flew out the window and floated down to Chris. They took off back to town. “Try not to jump. I think I start flying when I leave both feet.”