Origins I

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Origins
Little Tina

A stormy afternoon left Tina inside for the day. The crappy weather kept him away from his neighborhood buddies, kept him confined to his room to play with his X-Men toys. During a bedside battle between Wolverine and Sabertooth, Tina's father, Woody, interrupted the action figure war barging into his room.

Woody: Why isn't my little girl playing outside today?

Tina glared down his jerk father. His dad, Woody, occasionally made jokes about the boys sexuality.

Tina: It's friggin' raining.

His dad walked over to the bedroom window peering outside at the storm.

Woody: Indeed. Perfect day for some good ole mud ball.

He looked over to his son.

Woody: --but my baby girl doesn't want to get her little skirt dirty.

Throwing Sabertooth at his dad's leg, Tina pounded fists into his waterbed and threw a fit.

Tina: Get out of my room you b-b--

The father instantly clinched his fists and marched over to his son ready to strike.

Tina: B-B-ITCH!

His face snapped to the side and he fell back onto his bed with a red cheek. Woody triumphantly marched about the bedroom.

Woody: I usually don't hit girls, but you had that coming you little eyeliner whore. Your mother and I are heading out, we're out of hotdog's, so, if you're staying inside.. stay in your room. We both know what you do when you're home alone and it needs to stop.

The father's 'son' buried his face into pillows, supposedly weeping. His father left, satisfied, and slammed the door shut. Tina picked his head up and quit pretending to cry. He had no reason to cry now, no, in precisely two and half minutes when his parents would leave he'd have something to look forward. Tina jumped to his feet, doing his best Irish dance; hands on hips, chucking feet and twirling in place. The sound of his parents leaving hit his ears when the front door closed and their truck fired up outside. This had Tina on the edge of urinating himself, excitement engulfed his body and sprinkled goose bumps over his skin. Now home alone, he took his time, and walked over to the stand up mirror in his bedroom. With his back to the mirror, he pulled his pants up to grip his bottom, cocking his head over his shoulder and admiring his own backside with a few firm cheek clinches. Tina squatted down and flinched practicing his routine exercise. In his mind he hoped that if this was kept up a daily pace he'd soon have a tushi to rival that of Brad Pitts.

Tina: Hold it--hold it-hooold i-- ugh!

The clinch was released, cheek muscles eased, and Tina let out a gasp followed by a long dreamy sigh. Step one of being home alone was complete. He left his bedroom and started into a slow skip to his parents room, singing to himself.

Tina: Tell Me, you're so into me / That I'm the only one you will see / Tell me, I'm not in the blue / That I'm not wasting my feelings on you / You drive me crazy / I just can't sleep / I'm so excited, I'm in too deep / Ohh... crazy, but it feels alright / Baby, thinking of you keeps me up all night!

The song ended in twirl when Tina made it to the bedroom door with his hand covering the knob. He eagerly snuck inside closing the door behind him, leaning against it, soaking the special aroma of the room through his nostrils. His mother and father must've just got it on, the scent of sex still lingered in the air from the twos sweaty morning roll around, it pleased Tina's nose. Though he was all by himself, he crept over to his mothers bedroom draw. He yanked it open and reached inside grabbing her favorite mustard colored push up. Tina removed his shirt and slide his arms through the bra and clamped the strap to his bare back. He came something he wasn't a minute ago, he became powerful. A deep feel of self respect engulfed him and he welcomed it with a luxurious sigh. Tina, feeling empowered, freely pranced the room; knocking his fathers things off the bookshelf, emptying perfume bottles onto the floor. Nothing could stop him now.