Speechless Ch. 01

NOTE- This is my first work on the ROMANCE genre so please forgive any mistakes. I've done my best to edit it.

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After the doorbell rang for the fifth time, I broke out of sleep, quickly assaulted by the hangover headache.

"GODSDAMNIT!" I groaned rubbing my forehead trying to relieve the pain. I quickly pulled himself out of couch.

A distant voice came.

"SAM, open the door!"

I looked around alerted by my mom's voice.

"MOM!" I yelled back moving towards the main door.

"OPEN THE DOOR!" She sounded annoyed. I quickened my pace.

The door was opened and revealed Mom, and a young girl I could not recognise.

The girl gasped strangely, more like chocking. Mom frowned.

"What were you doing? Put a goddamn shirt!"

I looked down gaping at my torso, showing my well defined musculature. Nothing too over the board but still enticing as many of my exes pronounced before. I am eighteen and on my senior high school year.

Still Mom was early. Her return was due three more days.

I ran inside searching for the tee I was surely wearing last night, finding it hanging on the coat hooks.

Doing it on as fast fast as possible. I turned to find the girl looking at me. Mom was pulling the second handbag back from the porch. I ignored the creature for few moments instead going to mom's side and taking over the luggage.

After five minutes I was back with the last one taken care off. Then I faced the girl finding her standing on the exact place with an amused face.

I checked her out. Raven hair, a cute face with pouty lips and an upturned nose. She was wearing a round neck tee that showed almost no cleavage. Her tits were somewhere between C or D cup. But they were firm I can say with my experience on this matter. Maybe a little small for my taste. A good midriff and slim long legs wrapped in a military style Capri. Her ass wasn't visible so I can't mention about that.

"Hi, I'm Samuel Gray." I offered my hand.

She glanced at my outstretched palm then moved her own to coincide mine. He hand was soft and pinkish just like her complexion. He fingers delicate.

"Gwen, your room will be upstairs." Mom came down and stared at our joined hands and again frowned.

We both withdrew our hands as fast as possible blushing furiously. Her face was almost red because of her blush.

Mom's expression softened just by looking at her.

"Mom..."

She looked and me. "She is Gwen, Martha and Luke's daughter. They are going on a world trip, so she will be staying with us for a while.

Gwen's grew pale with every word. It was evident that she wasn't happy about it.

I nodded in approval. Martha was my mom's best friend till she married and moved away. Or so I was told, because I have only a vague memory of a huge women with curly brow hair and a sad smile on her face.

Mom took Gwen to her room. I moved back to the couch. Thank god, my girlfriend is out of town for a week and I was alone last night. Or else it would have been a very awkward situation.

I took out some pasta that I made last night and put it in the microwave. Mom came down as I was heating the pan, planning for bacon and eggs.

She took over without my consent.

I moved back to the couch. Our living room and kitchen were adjoined so I can talk to Mom while she cooks.

I initiated the conversation.

"Mom... have we met before? I mean Gwen and me?"

She looked back at me and shook her head.

"No. Martha and Luke visited us only twice over the years and they didn't bring her with them." She answered sadly.

I caught the tone and also the look she gave her earlier, a sympathetic look.

"Mom, what's wrong?" I asked in a small voice.

She sighed putting the bacons and eggs in three separate plates along with the pasta from the oven.

She placed the plates in the dining table. I followed her every move.

"Mom."

"Gwen..." She whispered, "Is suffering from a mental impairment due to brain damage at the time of birth. She cannot talk among other things."

His hit me hard, and my eyes widened. That pretty girl I just met can't talk? That's why she didn't said her name when we shook hands.

"Is that why they left her, her parents?"

"Martha wanted her along but Luke didn't wanted her along." Her tone was still sad. "He thinks of her as a burden unlike Martha who loves both her children equally."

We haven't touched the food.

"You mean she have a sibling?"

Mom nodded looking at the steaming pasta on her plate. She responded after a pause.

"His name is David and he is twenty-two doing his masters in computer science. He is just as worse as his father, always troubling his sister for petty things. I don't understand why they behave like that to her. It isn't her fault that she can't talk." She literally growled.

I felt a pang of sympathy towards Gwen. She surly have suffered much.

Mom called Gwen down who came down changed to more casual clothes. A T-shirt and pink knickers. A refreshing aroma of Jasmine flowed with her.

Must be her shower gel, I thought never taking my eyes off her. She noticed it and blushed. Her still damp hair clung to her beautiful neck and throat. I noticed how long her hair was. Almost touching her curvy hips.

"Join us, honey." Mom invited her to the table. She mouthed a thank you, but not even a squick came out. Her head zapped at me in alarm, her eyes wide in panic. Mom touched her arm making her sit.

"He knows, honey." She added touching her cheek, "And he doesn't mind at all." Mom looked at me threateningly. "Right?"

"Yeah, yeah. It's okay. We can be friends." I blurted out. She looked at me like if my nose grew an inch or two, just like Pinocchio.

She rummaged out a notepad from a hip pocket that he didn't knew was there. A small marker was attacked at the backbone. She scribbled something, ripped the small note and passed it to me.

I read, "REALLY?" All caps.

I thought what was the big deal then realised, maybe because of her impairment she doesn't have many friends. I smiled at her and said, "No big deal."

She beamed at me delightfully. Now, I've mentioned I did have a fair share of experience with girls. But all this never prepared me for the cute little creature, who smiles with dimples on her cheek and shine in her emerald eyes. And then I experienced something which was almost new to me. A sudden ache in my heart and a strange attraction towards her. I felt like to hold her kiss that soft looking lips stretched around her perfect white teeth. They were irresistible. Maybe my dilemma showed on my face because Mom cleared her throat indignantly.

"Finish the food then pass notes." She scolded almost like a teacher who caught students passing notes while she was teaching. Gwen blushed again furiously. When she blushes her face and neck grew almost red resembling a oversized tomato. I cracked out on her expression earning a glare from Mom.

After the short affair, Mom told me to show Gwen around while she fetch some groceries. I was too happy to oblige.

Gwen looked comfortable enough with me as I gave her a brief tour of our house, pointing out my bedroom, the master bedroom along with her own, on the first floor. Then the bathroom on the same one. Then we came down. I took her to our back yard and showed her the swimming pool. She almost burst out with joy at seeing the clear blue water. She scribbled a not which said that she is a great swimmer. I told her that we can swim later, together at which she again blushed and looked away embarrassed. When I told her that I was serious, she looked alarmed and scribbled another note.

*What will your Mom think about me?*

I smiled slyly and said, "She don't have to know."

She still looked unsure and slightly concerned.

"What you don't have a bathing suit?" I nudged her mockingly. Her blush deepened if that was even possible.She wrote.

*I do. But it doesn't feel right. We barely know each other.*

So it was her shyness then. I really wanted to see more of her, but it would be wrong to force her so I dropped the matter for the time sake.

After I showed her the basement area we settled down on the couch and turned the TV on. Mom returned after few more minutes with a huge load of groceries and stuff. Apparently they noticed the almost meagre stocks left. I had a party two days earlier and most of it was my friends fault.

After placing the stuff in their place, Mom joined us for a while.

"Gwen why don't you join Sam's school." She advised. I popped my eyebrows.

"Yeah, it's really a nice place. They will love to have you." I said looking down at her. She was biting her lower lips in contemplation.

"Are you okay with it, honey?" My Mom zeroed in on her taking my place forcefully. She placed a loving hand on her back and rubbed, Gwen's tension flew out of the door. I assumed Martha must have told Mom how to relax her.

She nodded in agreement at last. Mom kissed her on the temple.

"You know I always wanted a daughter, but I ended up with this." She moved he finger up and down where I was standing, like I was something she bought in auction.

"Hey." I frowned crossing my arms, genuinely offended. I 'do not' want her as a sister! She is too much sexy for that.

Both the females giggled. At that moment I realised, just as Mom did that when she laughs, she sounds almost like a normal teenager. So her vocal cords really vibrate and weren't dysfunctional. She noticed the astonished looks on our faces and stopped doing it. She arched a perfect eyebrow not so amused anymore.

Before she can draw out her notepad Mom stopped her and framed her face with her hands.

"I know what you will ask, honey. We are surprised..." She looked at me then back, "...that you can form sounds."

Gwen nodded sheepishly.

"Have you ever tried talking. Speaking out letters and words? Will you try now? Say something to me!" I was really hopeful. She stared at me for a while without blinking. Then she opened her mouth several times. My amusement dying down at her failing effort. Seeing this her eyes glistened with moisture and she looked down at the floor firmly clenching her shut. Tears brimming out and trailing down her rosy cheeks down her trembling chin. I instantly felt guilt. Stupid, stupid, STUPID!

Mom brushed her tears away and pulled her to a hug, constantly rubbing her back. She hid her face in her shoulder and sobbed.

"It okay, Hon. It will happen one day. You will talk to everyone and no one will bother you. Come lets go upstairs."

She stayed upstairs for most of the day. Mom instructed me to encourage but not force her to talk in the future. I always kept the stairs in my peripheral vision hoping she will come down eventually. She came down only for lunch and then dinner, ignoring me completely. I again felt the same strange ache in my heart when I saw her puffy red eyes. My instincts cried out to comfort this little creature whom he had indirectly caused a great deal of pain. But I reigned myself in.

Even in my dreams, her smiling face appeared randomly.

Next morning Mom left for work early, waking me up and asking me not to cause Gwen any kind of discomfort and to look after her needs. I told her not to worry.

I was heating the breakfast when she got down. I looked at her and noticed urging her to sit down. Her composure was much better today, and she wasn't ignoring me anymore was a huge relief.

During the breakfast, I have an idea to cheer her up. After we finished, I patted her on the arm and said, "I'm going swimming. You can join me. That is if you get over of your blasted shyness." I smirked pulling out my tee while going out, giving her a perfect view of my muscular back.

After fifteen minutes in the pool waiting for her. I gave up. My plan was a failure so I swimmed to get out but was stopped when the backyard door opened slowly. I stopped and removed water from my eyes and gasped.

Okay to be honest, the first thing I noticed were her boobs. Call me a pervert if you want but it was just too good to miss. I believe I'm a boobs man and I was fucking wrong but it made me happy instead. She wasn't a C cup. She was a GODDAMN double-D. She must have been wearing those compressor bras earlier because there was no way in hell I wouldn't have noticed THEM.

She just stood their blushing while I groped at her with my eyes. Her whole body was flushed, her one piece clinging to her shapely curves like a second skin. Her nipples already poking out. My jaw was so hung.

After I gained sanity enough, I called her out to join me. She slipped down into the water making the swimwear stick even more closely to her body. Now I was blushing because of the imminent bulge in my shorts. Hopefully she didn't noticed it. She stayed three foot away from me and I did the same, not daring to go any close. Her hair was damp down her shoulders floating around her like hundreds of tiny needles. I felt a compulsion to touch them, to feel them flow off my hands.

I was literally speechless for minutes gulping down the dark haired beauty standing before me twitching with the water. She seemed equally dumbstruck. For the first time I felt what every man feels when they saw a steaming hot gal, lust. Maybe t was always there and I didn't noticed it before or maybe not. My sudden attraction towards her yesterday multiplied tenfold.

"You look good." I atlast broke the awkward silence. She just nodded for the appreciation.

I scooted a little closer. She seemed determined to jump out if I tried something. I chuckled at the thought. She looked alarmed and drew a little back.

"Seriously? I won't try anything don't worry." I eyed her up and down making her shiver, "Or my Mom will kill me and burn my entrails in the bonfire."

This seemed to loosen her up a little. She smiled weakly.I smiled back and took her hand drawing her with me as I swam towards the end. She yelped then giggled. Her tone was like chiming crystals, I wished that she could use her voice and say my name.

We swimmed for a while and during this time we really came very close. The lack of conversation wasn't a hindrance when two teenagers are swimming together. Maybe it's natural. She was the first one to come out of the pool, which I expected was the first thing you can say she did for purely teasing purpose. She sensually climbed back. He suit diving in her ass crack and stretching over the heart shaped globes of yum. I almost blew my load when she stood and gripped her long hair, water flowing down her shapely legs, all the time with her back towards me and knowing I will be watching. I almost blew my load in my trunk right then and there when she deliberately looked back and winked those shining emeralds at me.

Oh, I'm so breaking up with Tina when she comes back. Gwen's worth it.

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