Thirteen and Drinking Blood

By Jonathan David

WARNING This book contains controversial topics that some humans may consider offensive to some readers.

DISCLAIMER Thirteen and Drinking Blood does not contain detailed sexual scenes, violence, or vanity. It does suggest drug use and sexual acts may or may not have occurred. *At no point does this book represent an erotica title or any variation of descriptive illegal acts— It simply is a fictional story with an underlying message to young adults to be aware of sexually active minors that do not disclose their age in settings such as college house parties.

-Emma is not your typical teenager. Raised in a society where nano-technology dominates, she eagerly embraces the revolutionary new nano-ring birth control that promises to redefine reproductive health. Yet, as she begins to experience inexplicable urges and an insatiable thirst for something forbidden—blood, Emma realizes the implant may hold unforeseen consequences.

• Language: English
• Publisher: False Reality Publishing
• Release date: Mar 28, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224620593

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In a world where technology is meant to protect us, we must also learn to protect it from us.

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Disclaimer: The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

WARNING This book contains controversial topics that some humans may consider offensive to some readers.

DISCLAIMER Thirteen and Drinking Blood does not contain detailed sexual scenes, violence, or vanity. It does suggest drug use and sexual acts may or may not have occurred. *At no point does this book represent an erotica title or any variation of descriptive illegal acts— It simply is a fictional story with an underlying message to young adults to be aware of sexually active minors that do not disclose their age in settings such as college house parties.

October 20th, 2028

Dear Diary,

Today is my thirteenth birthday, and my mom wants to throw me a stupid birthday party again. I am so too old for this. I wish she would just let me go hang out with my friends. Ughh! Whatever, though – I guess it will be cool to see Mathew again. The last time I saw him was when we were just kids, or I was, I think... He was really cute then. I think he turned 21 or 22 this year. Maybe he could get some alcohol, and we could sneak off after everyone else leaves. I know he and I had a connection back then. I think he had a crush on me. I wonder what he looks like now. I heard he got bigger when he went off to college. I gotta go now. It’s time for the party, and I gotta pick something out to wear. I think I will wear a short dress. My mom bought me this cute chiffon lace type dress or something. I am gonna put knee-high socks on with it, tuck a tight little t-shirt into it, and not wear any underwear. My mom would be so mad if she found out I didn’t have any panties on. She is such a stickler for being a proper lady. I don’t know why; she got knocked up when she was only 15, and I don’t know where or who my dad is. She only said that it was love at first sight for a blind person. Anyways, I hear her calling me now, so I gotta go.

Coming, mother! - jeez

Chapter 1 | Guest Arrivals 

Emma – Honey, can you run upstairs and grab something for me? Sure, Mom. What is it? There is a little bag on the counter in my bathroom. Bring it down, and don’t open it. k (It must be a birthday present for me. I wonder what it is if it isn’t down on the console table with the rest of the gifts.)

Emma creeps through her mom’s room, feeling the slightest sense of mischief, and a flush of nerves rushes her stomach. Usually, her mom doesn’t like her in her room. So, Emma tiptoes across the perfectly vacuumed carpet and passes her mom’s seamlessly made bed as if she is sneaking in without permission.

She sees a little brown bag resting on the bathroom sink. It is stiff, like a lunch bag with twine handles. The bag is pressed closed best it can be, and the handles are tied together with a pink ribbon dangling down the side. (What could this be? Should I take a peek?)

Before Emma picks the bag up, she slips the tip of her index finger between the flaps of paper and starts to pull one piece forward when she hears her mom yell from downstairs, BIRTHDAY GIRL! WHAT’S THE HOLDUP!

Emma pulls her hand back quickly as if she had just touched a hot burner on a stove and shouts, COMING! She swipes the bag and scurries out of the room back down the stairs feeling the wind flow up her skirt—against her bare labia—as she plummets the steps in her knee-high socks.

Here you go, Mom. Thanks, Hun. Here, have a seat now up here at the counter with me before everyone gets here. k I got you something, alright, but I don’t want you to get all weird on me about it, ok. k Mom Here. You can open it now.

Emma puts her index finger back into the bag as she had just done a moment ago while upstairs and then pushes up the forced crease to see a little box wrapped in light purple tissue. She pulls the pink ribbon loose and then pulls out the package and removes the tissue. Before she even got back downstairs, she felt she knew what it could be, and her intuitions are correct.

Now, honey: that is the Nano-Ring birth control. It is safer than taking pills and won’t make you grow no mustache or have any other funky stuff go on in your body. You know how important it is to keep yourself free from unnecessary chemicals. To use it, you just slide- MOM! don’t say another word. I know how to use it, they showed us in health class. So, does this mean I can have- NO! Absolutely not. Not until you are 18—even if that! If I find out you are having sex, I will ground you until you finish college. "Ummmm. Okaaaaay then.

So, this like puts little robots in me then? Not exactly. It sends off little robots to kill the sperm upon entrance. Ewww. Maybe today it's ‘Ewww,’ but tomorrow it will be yummmm. Yuck, Mom! Just stop it. Sorry, Sweety. What happens after they do their job? They die off and are flushed out during your menstrual cycle. Why is the body so disgusting?! The human mind is funny, Emma: you only think something is disgusting because you are first comparing it to something else. Whatever."

Emma’s mom grabs the bag and pulls another thinner package out from the bottom of it that Emma didn’t see, and hands it to her. Emma responds with sarcastic tones accompanied by rolling eyes, What’s this? Condoms? Yes. Are you serious?

Emma rips away a light blue tissue to see a 4-pack of multicolored and flavored Trojan condoms. Are you serious, Mom? So, I am not allowed to have sex, but I am supposed to be packing birth control in multiple forms like a superheroes weapon belt or something? No, Honey. You can use the condoms for oral sex and other things to protect from STDs- Gross Mom. and the ring is just in case you cannot control yourself—BUT, you better! Or else!

DING-dong

Hello. Anybody home? In here. That must be Jack. He is supposed to bring ice and some charcoal for the grill. Oh yeah? Is he gonna start your fire tonight? Oh, hush you. Go tell him to take everything out back, and I’ll be out in a minute. k, Mom

Hey there, birthday girl! What are you sixteen – seventeen today? I wish! Well, how old are you then? thir-thir- thirteen. No way – you are joking! You are almost as tall as me. I’m five-foot-four last I checked. That is quite impressive. What do you eat horses for breakfast and giraffes for dinner? Hehe. No, but I drink a lot of milk. I can see that. Emma blushes and says, Mom said to put everything out back. Do you need any help? Sure, in the back seat of the car, there is a bag of ice tucked down on the floor behind the passenger’s seat. You could grab that for me. k

Emma skips up to the front door, hair bouncing up and down. She slips on her pumps and continues on to the car. Jack cannot help but watch the delicate young lady move about with such elegance, admiring her youth.

Emma opens the car door and crawls in, putting her knees on the bench seat, allowing her skirt to pull up just enough for Jack to see that she hasn’t any underwear on. He stands in the house hallway, next to the front door, holding a large bag of charcoal in one arm and a case of beer in the other when a pressing bulge begins to form against the thick fabric of his jeans. He then thinks to himself, (Oh, God. I don’t want Suzy to see this. Does she know her 13-year-old daughter is prancing around without panties on exposing herself to the whole world? Jeepers. But wow! I don’t think I will ever forget that image. I wonder if Suzy can break free for a quicky upstairs. I wonder if Emma can. I wonder if they both- Oh, God. Don’t even think that, Jack. You want to spend the rest of your life behind bars?)

Jack stares at Emma from behind and tries harder than he ever has before to prevent a massive erection from forming.

She runs back up to him while holding a twenty-pound bag of ice up against her chest the same way a mother would swaddle a newborn. Where do you want this. It’s freezing! Let’s go put it in the cooler out back.

The two of them walk through the house, making their way to the backyard. When they arrive, Jack drops the bag of charcoal onto the ground like a lumberjack tossing a log. Emma cannot help but examine his muscular arms seeing the difference between a man's rugged skin versus a boy’s soft girlish skin.

Jack instructs Emma, telling her to make sure she breaks the ice up before she dumps it in the cooler. Emma attempts to squeeze the clumps of ice with her hands, but Jack stops her, laughing, No, Sweety. Here like this: You take it and let gravity do the work. Pick it up and drop it the long way on the ground. But make sure it is sealed tight first; you don’t want the ice to spill all over. Okay. Let me try. Emma takes the ice and lifts it above her head, shifting her shirt up, pulling it out of the tucked position exposing her belly button to Jack. He then notices that the ice she was just holding against her chest made the nipples of her breasts firm and stiff. They point towards him as if a biological compass is signaling direction.

While Emma goes to slam the ice on the ground, she watches as Jack’s penis grows down against his inner left thigh as if someone is slipping a flashlight deep into his pocket. A location on her mother’s boyfriend that she has frequently examined in the recent months.

BOOM! The ice hits the earth and smashes into pieces.

Jack quickly bends over to pick the ice up, trying to conceal his erection by holding it just below his waist, hoping Emma didn’t see it. He then starts talking to try and distract himself: Good – good, Emma. But next time, all you have to do is let it go from waist height, and that is more than enough force. k

For a moment, she imagines kneeling down on the ice cubes, feeling the sharp angles poke at her shins while she unzips his pants to expose and embrace the shaft of his genitals. Emma isn’t sure what she would do after that, but the thought is enticing, and she starts feeling bad as if she is betraying her mother. She decides that moment will be her and Jack's little secret.

Suzy then catches Emma by surprise amidst her fantasizing, shouting out softly, Emma, honey, can you come help me with the rest of this salad and stuff. k, Mom. Emma then thinks to herself, (I hope Mom didn’t see what I just saw.)

As Emma moseys back into the house, she thinks she feels a bit embarrassed after seeing her mom’s boyfriend become aroused. She then notices her vagina’s lips slipping against one another, realizing that she isn’t feeling embarrassed but rather aroused.

What do you need me to do, Mom?

Suzy hands a couple heads of lettuce to Emma, saying, Tare these up for the salad while I chop, and Jack gets the grill going. I wanna talk some more with you about that gift. MOM. I don’t need to know anything. I know all about sex, and I know how to be safe. Besides. I haven’t even kissed a boy yet. Well, that’s a relief. Why is that a relief? I’m just saying, there is no need to rush into anything. You mean like you did? "Well, yea– exactly. I want you to have a wonderful life free of stress until you are financially and emotionally ready and hopefully