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The Visitor
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Part One: A Sudden Arrival
Lying on the cool sheets of his bed, Chaz Michaels stared blankly
up into the darkness and wished that something, ANYTHING would
happen to relieve the boredom of this so-called 'vacation.' Back
home there had at least been things to do and people he could
talk to, but here on his uncle's old farm there wasn't a whole
lot to do besides sit on the porch and watch the paint flake off.
It had sounded way more exciting when he'd first been invited.
His uncle needed a hand fixing up the place, so Chaz agreed to
stay on for the summer and help out. He'd figured that a little
honest work and country air would do him good. Unfortunately Chaz
forgot the fact that his uncle's farm was more than thirty miles
from anywhere. The nearest town was really nothing more than a
gas station and a Dairy Queen.
He'd never been a very social person, but nearly a month of
hardly seeing anyone besides his crotchety old uncle had left
Chaz feeling downright lonely. His uncle was friendly enough, but
he was quiet and often acted a little, well, strange.
When Chaz had first arrived at the farmhouse, his uncle led him
inside and up the creaky old steps to the second floor. They'd
walked to the end of the upstairs hallway and stopped in front of
a boarded-up door.
"This will be your room," his uncle told him as he began to pry
off the old boards with a crowbar. Chaz just stared at him in
confusion. It looked like the door hadn't been opened in decades.
"One of the others would be fine," he ventured, looking down the
hall. There were at least two other spare rooms that seemed
perfectly useable.
His uncle shook his head. "This used to be your grandfather's
room when he was your age. Its about time that it was lived in
again." He pulled the last board off then opened the door. The
room inside was choked with cobwebs and dust. It had taken both
of them the better part of a day just to make it livable.
Now, lying in the darkness that still smelled like dust and
furniture polish, Chaz wondered for the hundredth time why his
kooky uncle had really wanted him to stay in this old room.
Sentimental reasons? Maybe, but then why had he kept it boarded
up for years? He couldn't think of a reason. Anyway, it was nice
enough now, even cozy.
He sighed and closed his eyes, trying to clear his mind. This
always happened when he was bored. His thoughts would just run on
by themselves until he had no idea where his current train of
thought had come from. He'd just started to nod off when there
came a sudden crashing noise from outside. Chaz started and sat
up, blinking as he saw a brilliant flash of light through the
curtains, quickly followed by another crackling explosion.
Great, a thunderstorm, he thought. The lightning flashed more
rapidly and soon the air was literally filled with the crashing
of thunder. He got out of bed and went to the window, feeling the
tiny hairs on his arms tingling from the electrified atmosphere.
He watched with a feeling of awe and apprehension as the sky was
split by dozens of arcing streaks of blue-white energy. The
thunder was nearly deafening. He jumped back in surprise as a
heavy sheet of rain suddenly pelted the windowpane, the big drops
smacking heavily into the glass. He watched the storm rage until
the chill air made him retreat back to the warmth of his bed.
Well, at least there was *something* happening, he thought. They
sure didn't have storms like this back home. He pulled the
comforter over himself and closed his eyes, listening to the
constant rolling thunder and the insistent pattering of rain on
the window. It almost sounded like fingers tapping on the glass,
trying to get inside.
After a few minutes under the comforter he began to get too warm
and peeled it off, then settled back on the bed and did his best
to fall asleep. He was slowly drifting off when a loud peal of
thunder rattled the ceiling above him almost as if it had struck
the house. At the same moment something heavy fell squarely on
his midsection, almost knocking the wind out of him. Chaz snapped
back to awareness, too startled to even move. Had the roof fallen
in? The flashes had stopped and he couldn't see a thing. He was
filled with a sudden sense of dread. There was something rounded
and resilient laying across his stomach, and it didn't feel like
part of the roof. Then to his shock, it moved.
Something damp and quivering touched his chest. He screamed like
a little girl and lashed out blindly, his hands encountering
moist flesh. At his touch the thing let out an shriek of its own
that froze his blood, and for a few moments Chaz grappled blindly
with it in a state of complete panic. His only thought was that
some kind of animal had gotten in the room and leaped on him,
then his right hand closed around something that was unmistakably
a wrist. The thing, the person, whatever it was began pounding at
his chest and frantically trying to yank its arm free, shrieking
and gasping in an unmistakably *feminine* way with its efforts.
Chaz managed to grab its other wrist (supposing that this thing
didn't have more than two, anything seemed possible after the way
it had seemingly dropped on him out of thin air) and held it
there as the creature struggled on top of him.
The storm outside seemed to have stopped completely. The room was
pitch black, the only sound was the rasp of his and the thing's
harsh breathing. After a few moments its attempts to break free
became weaker and increasingly feeble as it seemed to tire itself
out. Finally it stopped and sat shuddering on his stomach, making
a quiet noise that sounded very much like a girl sobbing. Still
quite shocked and unsure what to do, Chaz held it/her for a
moment longer, then, hoping to God that it/she was really
exhausted, he brought its/her wrists together and pinned them
against his chest with one forearm. With his free hand he reached
for the lamp on the nightstand, and after fumbling with it for a
long moment he managed to switch it on. Then he looked up and
felt the blood drain out of his face.
There was nothing there.
He still held the pair of trembling wrists against his chest;
still felt the weight of something sitting on his stomach; he
could even still hear the faint shuddering sobs. But he saw
nothing.
Its fucking invisible, he thought calmly to himself, though he
felt that he was on the edge of losing his mind completely. He
had a sudden urge to throw the thing off, jump up, and run as
fast and as far away as he could.
Instead he collected his thoughts and slowly and deliberately
began following the contours of its arms with his hand, resolving
to at least find out what it was before he took a chance on
letting it loose in the world. The skin of its arms was soft and
smooth and hairless. It had elbows. Human enough, at least so
far.
It struggled weakly for a moment as his fingers moved over the
curve of a bare shoulder. Its skin felt moist and cool, like it'd
been out in the rain.
"Voyat," it moaned in a low, frightened-sounding female voice.
"Voyat aun!"
Chaz froze. He was pretty sure that it, no, she had just told him
to stop, but he sure as hell wasn't going to do anything else
until he had more of an idea of what the fuck 'she' really was.
He reached higher, finding the curve of a neck where it should
be, then moving up along it until his finger brushed though
strands of wet hair and found an ear. She jerked her head away,
but he found it again.
"Take it easy," he said softly, trying to sound reassuring. "I'm
not going to hurt you."
He doubted that she understood him, but she seemed to calm down a
little. She held still as he traced the line of her jaw. Chaz
could not get over just how fucking weird it was to be touching
someone in a lit room and not being able to see them.
Well, she feels nice enough, he thought distractedly as he walked
his fingers as gently as he could over blank air. He pressed his
fingers against her lips. Soft, trembling slightly, nothing too
unusual. He ran through a checklist. Nose, right where it should
be; tightly-closed eyes with lashes; eyebrows; smooth forehead;
two ears; soft, damp hair framing her face and falling around her
shoulders. So far, so good, he thought. Nothing too monstrous
yet.
"An la." She said in a pleading tone, tugging gently at the hand
that held her wrists. He briefly debated what to do. Though she
seemed to be calm now, there was no way of telling what she'd do
once he let her go. He took hold of her left wrist in his hand,
then let go of her right. He held onto her arm gently but firmly,
using that as a sort of leash, at least for the time being.
"Jaho aeh?" She asked in a quavering voice. "Jatah ma na?"
Chaz really wished he knew what she was saying, but at least one
thing was clear. She was just as scared as he was.
Under different circumstances, the fact that there was a moist
and naked female sitting on him in his bed would be like a dream
come true. But with the shock of her bizarre and sudden arrival
still fresh in his mind, he could think of little else besides
the fact that she had somehow fallen on him out of nowhere;
invisible, speaking a weird language and possibly being not quite
human.
Despite this, he began feeling somewhat warm as she touched his
chest with her free hand. Her fingers roved along his shoulder,
then moved up his neck. It took him a moment to realize that she
was feeling along blindly in the same way he had. She couldn't
see him either. It was no wonder she had panicked and started
freaking out.
Curious as to what she could and couldn't see, he reached up and
switched off the light. She seemed to pause for a second, then
continued gently feeling her way over his chin to his mouth. He
frowned. She appeared to be equally blind in both light and
darkness, though maybe she could tell the difference somehow. He
pondered this as if it was an academic problem for a moment until
the light touch of her fingertips on his lips brought him back to
reality.
Maybe she's from another dimension, he pondered, like that
two-dimensional monster from that old Outer Limits episode. To
him she seemed very much three dimensional, though, and in the
dark with the lights off he could almost forget she was
invisible.
Her fingers brushed his eyebrows, giving him very much the same
examination as he'd given her. Slowly, he reached out his hand
until he touched her cheek and she flinched at the unexpected
contact. He wondered if she could see anything at all. Probably
not, if she couldn't see him. She was the outsider, and however
light or whatever passed for light in her dimension reflected, it
apparently didn't work the same way here.
Chaz placed his hand on her shoulder, suddenly wishing he could
see what she looked like; to be able to tell if she was really
human and didn't have a tentacle growing out of her bellybutton
or someplace worse. Tentatively, he slid his hand down her side,
his thumb brushing against something round and warm that might
have been--at least, he hoped--a bare breast. He felt the gentle
outline of her ribcage then the smooth, firm side of her belly.
When he reached the sloping curve of her naked hip, she caught
his hand in hers and gently removed it. He blushed slightly. Some
things were apparently still off limits.
"Nak ah lon," she said firmly, her voice steadier now. He wondered
if she was smiling or glaring at him with outright hostility. He
didn't like not being able to see her face, though he was glad
that she was sitting more on his stomach now and not his lap. If
she'd been sitting lower, she might have felt a certain part of
his own anatomy poking her in a sensitive area.
He was embarrassed, but there was something so sensual about
having to blindly explore each other with their hands. She could
have green skin and snake eyes for all he knew, but he only could
'see' what he touched. And so far he thought she looked pretty
damn good.
A sudden thought struck him. Playing a blind game of doctor was
fun, but what should he do next? This wasn't a dream, it was
real. That is, unless he'd gone totally nuts. He felt like he'd
been thrust into the middle of an X-Files episode.
He let go of her other hand, and tried to use his senses to tell
what she was doing. She flinched and caught his hand again almost
as if she were steadying herself.
She really is blind, he thought. It must be like sitting in some
kind of void. He suddenly felt sorry for her. It seemed doubtful
that she was here by choice. He caught her other hand and meshed
his fingers with hers. She squeezed his hands tightly and
murmured something in a fearful voice. Chaz didn't have the first
clue about what to do next, but holding her hands seemed to be
somewhat comforting, both to her and him. He supposed he should
alert his uncle at some point, even though he wasn't completely
sure that any of this was real.
Real or not, her fingers began to tremble as if she was cold. He
decided to try and find her some clothes. After all she did seem
to be his guest, and she might be staying for a while. He forced
that last thought out of his head.
"Okay, I'm going to get up," he said, feeling a little dumb
talking when he knew she didn't understand him. He could only
hope that his voice was reassuring. Chaz sat up slowly and swung
his legs off the bed. Her hands remained locked on his, squeezing
him almost painfully tight. He stood and pulled gently until he
felt her crawl to the edge and stand up hesitantly in front of
him.
"Jatah eh la?" She asked, her voice sounding uncertain.
"I'm going to get you some clothes, okay?" He managed to wrench
one hand free and flip on the light. He half expected to see her
as the room lit up, but there was still nothing. The blanket was
ruffled but unmarked, thankfully free of ectoplasm or any other
unpleasantness.
Chaz guided her slowly to the closet, marveling at how much she
was trusting him. But then again, he realized, what choice did
she have? He was her lifeline, her eyes. He suddenly felt cold
himself. What if she was really trapped here? How would his uncle
react? What the hell would they do with an invisible girl who was
stuck in a world that was just as invisible to her? He didn't
want to think about that right now. Clothes, he told himself,
focusing his mind, just get clothes. Worry about the rest later.
Besides, he thought, maybe this was just a dream after all.
He brought her hands to his shoulders and she rested them there
as he opened the closet and peered inside. He wasn't the type of
guy that kept a supply of women's clothes handy, so he figured
she'd have to settle with whatever would fit. He found a clean
white sweater that he normally used to go jogging in and set it
on the floor, thinking that she'd probably like something to wear
under it. He almost laughed at himself. Twenty two years old and
playing dress-up.
He got out the cleanest t-shirt he could find and rounded up a
pair of blue sweats. That would have to do for now.
"Here," he said handing her the shirt. She fumbled with it for a
moment, the garment seeming to move around in the air by itself.
She quickly got the idea and pulled it over her head and down
around her waist. Chaz watched this in fascination. It gave her a
visible shape for the first time, and he found his eyes stuck on
two shapes in particular, both round and rather perky. He tore
his gaze away and mentally kicked himself as he handed her the
sweats. She held on to him for balance and he tried not to look
as she stepped into the sweatpants and pulled them up. It wasn't
like he could actually see anything, but he still felt it was
impolite. He handed her the sweater and soon she looked like a
ghost ready to go for a midnight run.
Okay, she was dressed. What next? His thoughts were interrupted
by an unexpected hug from the jogging outfit. She wrapped her
arms around him tightly, and he felt her chin come to rest on his
shoulder.
"Enuho ah," she said emotionally in his ear, and he was pretty
sure that meant 'thank you.' He awkwardly returned the hug. She
seemed tall, probably as tall as him. He wondered how old she
was. He had the impression that she was somewhere close to his
age, but there was really no way of knowing. She hadn't felt old
and wrinkly, though, that much he knew.
She gave him a little squeeze then let go and took his hand
again. Okay, what was next on the invisible girl's agenda? He
suddenly realized that he had to take a leak. That was as good a
place as any to start.
He began to take her down the hall, then stopped as a better idea
hit him. He led her back to the bed and put his hand over hers
and guided it to the sheets, tracing the outside of the mattress
and showing her where it joined with the wall. She seemed to
catch on, feeling around on it until she had scoped out the bed's
dimensions.
Watching the jogging suit crawling around on the covers, Chaz got
a pretty good idea of her dimensions as well. He realized he was
staring and blushed. It wasn't like she was going to notice him
staring at her butt, but he was still embarrassed. He took her
hand again and placed it on the wall that led down the hall to
the bathroom. She followed it, feeling along tentatively as he
escorted her through the door and around the various obstacles in
her way.
Once in the bathroom he showed her where the faucet was, and she
turned it on and off, appearing to be somewhat familiar with the
concept of 'sink'. Then it was time for the real test. He guided
her hand to the toilet tank, and she did a thorough examination
of it, touching the seat; the little handle; the roll of toilet
paper on the wall next to it; doing her homework before she
reached her conclusion.
"Foyatan," she declared, and flushed it with a laugh.
Thank God, Chaz thought, there's that problem solved. He led her
back along the wall to the bed, unsure of were to proceed next.
Maybe she's hungry, or thirsty, or...
She suddenly climbed onto the bed, her inbound terminal to this
universe. Chaz watched as impressions formed on the pillow and
blanket where her head and feet would be. The jogging suit curled
up with a sigh.
Or maybe she's just plain tired. The excitement of her arrival
had mostly worn off, and with a sudden yawn he realized that he
was rather exhausted himself. He returned to the bathroom to take
a leak then stood by the bed for a moment, watching the front of
the sweater rise and fall slowly with her breathing.
All right, Chaz, he thought to himself as he turned off the light
and climbed in next to her. When you wake up, you'll see that all
of this was a dream. Just a wacked out, trippy figment of your
imagination. The girl scooted in closer, her knees brushing his
thigh. She found his arm and took hold of it like she was afraid
that he might disappear and leave her alone. Chaz covered her
hand with his and found himself hoping that it wasn't just a
dream after all.
* * *
Chaz woke up in the dim bedroom with a pale square of morning
sunlight streaming down on him through the curtains. He blinked
groggily as he rose up to his elbows and looked around. He was
alone.
Man, what a crazy dream, he thought, sleepily running his fingers
through his tousled hair. I gotta stop eating Cheetos right
before I go to bed. A sudden flushing sound came from down the
hall and he froze. Maybe it was just his uncle, he rationalized,
but why would he use the upstairs bathroom when his own was
downstairs?
He got up and slowly approached the bathroom door, hoping to God
he wasn't going crazy. Just before he reached it, it opened. An
empty white sweater and blue pair of sweats stood uncertainly in
the doorway.
"Jatah ah ma?" She asked, a hollow white sleeve reaching out and
searching the air, seeming to sense that he was somewhere nearby.
"Here," he said feeling for the hand at the end of the sleeve. It
was cool and damp. Well, he thought, at least she washes her
hands.
"Akoh ma," she commented, squeezing his hand gently.
"Yep," he agreed. He went into the bathroom and reached into the
medicine cabinet for his toothbrush. She stuck to him like glue,
holding onto his waist from behind and resting her chin on his
shoulder almost affectionately. He didn't mind it at all, but she
was distracting him somewhat from his thoughts. Thoughts like:
where did she come from? What was she doing here? What was he
supposed to do with her?" A few rather naughty possibilities
concerning that popped into his head, but they weren't very
helpful at the moment.
He brushed his teeth slowly, trying to think. Okay, he would take
her to his uncle. If his uncle freaked out and maybe had a heart
attack, Chaz would know that she was real. If he just stood there
calmly and gave him a strange look, Chaz would know that it was
time to check himself into the loony bin.
He led her down the creaky steps carefully, letting her feel her
way down. They made it without incident but his uncle was nowhere
to be found. There was a note on the refrigerator that said he
had gone to Deadwood and would likely be there all day. Chaz had
a growing suspicion that his uncle had somehow known about this
and set him up in that room on purpose, but how or why, he had no
idea. It looked like he was going to have to deal with this
situation on his own, at least for now.
First he needed a way to talk to her. That was likely going to be
a problem, as he doubted that her language was one that they had
a quick-and-easy audio course for. He would just have to try to
learn it, or teach her English. Or both. There was also her
vision problem and the secondary difficulty of her being
invisible. He already had a few ideas worth trying, but they were
pretty hit-and-miss. If all else failed he supposed he would have
to take her to a doctor or something.
Deciding to try and kill two birds with one stone, he took her on
a tour of the house. He pointed out furniture and objects, had
her examine them, then told her its name.
"Chair," he told her.
"Kanha," she told him. It was a start, anyway.
"Kan-ha," he repeated back to her.
"Chi-ar," she responded. Close enough. He repeated both his word
and hers a few times, and she did the same. He repeated this
process for all the major items and features of the house, and
she seemed to get the hang of it quickly.
Breakfast time. He sat her down at the kitchen table and browsed
the cupboards. It looked like the only option available was
Fruity Sugar Puffs, a name that had always struck him as being
rather fruity itself. He got out the box, two bowls, two glasses,
a carton of milk and one of orange juice from the fridge. He set
them all on the table and sat down next to her.
"Bowl," he said, letting her explore it with her fingers.
"Bowl," she repeated.
"Glass." He pressed one into her hands. She stiffened for a
moment.
"Ekah?"
"Glass," he said again, a bit puzzled. After a moment she
giggled, seeming to feel the inside of the short blue glass.
"What's so funny?" he asked, feeling left out. She giggled again
and set the glass down on the table, then found his hand and
guided it under the table and between her thighs.
"Glas," she said, touching his hand lightly to the crotch of her
sweats before guiding it back up on the table.
He felt his face go red. Apparently he'd just stumbled on his
first Dimension X naughty word.
"Cup," he offered.
"Cup," she repeated, seeming to find the word more agreeable.
He poured her a bowl of cereal, and she stuck her finger in the
bowl and tasted it, the milky outline of her fingertip seeming to
dissolve in her mouth.
"You like?" he asked. Then an idea formed in his head. He got up
and grabbed a few things from the kitchen; spoons, napkins, and
two aspirins.
He took her hand in his and guided her to pick up a spoon. After
getting a spoonful of cereal, he brought it to his mouth,
managing not to spill too much of it.
"Mmm," he said, crunching on the cereal and rubbing her hand over
his stomach. She giggled. She seemed to be giggling too much to
be very old, but he found it endearing. "Like."
Then he let her feel one of the aspirins before he popped it in
his mouth and chewed it, nearly choking on the bitter taste.
"Ugh," he said. "Not like." He almost laughed at himself. He
sounded like a caveman, but this was important.
Now it was her turn. He pressed a spoon into her hand, and
watched as she took a mouthful of cereal and chewed it
thoughtfully, then swallowed. Watching her eat was both
disgusting and fascinating at the same time. The milky fruit
colored bits of cereal were ground up into a soupy mush and
gathered at the back of her mouth before dropping quickly down
her throat.
"Like, or not like?" He asked, hoping that she'd get the idea.
She smacked her lips for a moment. "Like," she said. Good, but
she could just have been imitating him.
He crushed the other aspirin on his spoon and guided it up to her
mouth. She seemed to hesitate, then some of the powder lifted off
as she tasted it.
"Ack," she said, not sounding too thrilled.
"Like or not like?"
"Not like."
Cool.
He poured some orange juice into her glas... no, her cup. She
lifted it hesitantly and took a sip, the orange liquid swishing
around in her mouth for a moment before being swallowed.
"Like," she said. He patted her on the hand. Her spoon hovered
over her bowl, and he realized that she was probably hungry.
Enough lessons for now, he thought. Let the poor girl eat.
"Go ahead," he told her then took a bite of his own cereal. She
dug in and ate quickly, the cereal disappearing down the neck of
her sweater at a surprisingly fast pace. She wasn't just hungry,
she was starving. He poured more juice for her, and when her bowl
was empty he decided to teach her something else.
"More?" he asked, rattling the cereal box.
"More?" she repeated uncertainly. He took her hand and dumped a
little cereal into his bowl to demonstrate. He held it close to
her bowl.
"More," she said, then giggled and squeezed his hand as he
refilled her bowl. She continued eating quickly and Chaz began to
wonder if she was her dimension's version of a hyperactive
teenager.
He was somewhat glad that the sweater was hiding her stomach, as
he knew enough about the digestive process already. He did wonder
if food she ate would disappear after a while. He supposed that
he could check, but she might get the wrong impression if he
started lifting up her shirt, invisible or not.
After her third bowl of cereal and second cup of juice she seemed
satisfied. Chaz cleaned up the dishes as she clung to his arm in
the kitchen. He was going to have to leave her for a little while
in order to get some stuff that might help their situation, but
he didn't know how she'd react to his absence.
He took her back upstairs and sat her down on the bed, as that
was probably the place most familiar to her. He suddenly realized
that she was the first female to share a meal with him in several
months, and the first one to share a bed with him in more than a
year. So much for my non-existent social life, he thought. He had
a feeling that the boring part of his vacation was pretty much
over. A thought suddenly struck him. He had wished for something
exciting to happen, and what was the saying? Be careful what you
wish for because you just might get it?
"I'll be back in a little while," he said, trying to reassure
her. He patted her head. "Don't worry, okay?" She squeezed his
hand tightly before he pulled away and headed for the bedroom
door.
"Merah," she said softly. He turned to see that she had laid down
on her side and was hugging a pillow to her chest. If that meant
hurry, he would definitely do his best.
Chaz took his uncles old beat-up VW and headed to the nearest
city. He was gone for almost three hours, much longer than he
wanted to be. The stores had been spread out and he'd had trouble
deciding what exactly she might need. Clothes weren't too much of
a problem. She needed shoes, but he had no idea what her size
was. Hell, he didn't even know her name.
He settled on getting a few pairs of underwear, guessing
liberally at her waist size. He felt rather self-conscious as he
brought the three pairs of white cotton panties up to the
register. But the middle-aged woman behind the counter only
smiled cordially as she rang them up.
He returned home with panties, groceries, and two items from a
novelty store. One was a black-light lamp, and the other was a
small assortment of flavored body-paints. He didn't really expect
the black light to work, but for twenty bucks it didn't hurt to
try. And the body paint? Well, he was just going to have to play
that by ear.
Chaz walked up the stairs and entered the hall. There was a thump
as the bedroom door swung open, seemingly by itself.
"Jaho mah te?" He voice was quiet and uncertain like she was asking
who it was.
"I'm back," he called, heading for the bedroom. "It's okay." She
met him in the doorway and hugged him tightly, burying her head
in his chest.
"Not like," she murmured tearfully.
Chaz felt awful. She must have been wondering all this time
whether or not he'd abandoned her. He hugged her, stroking her
unseen hair soothingly. He was starting to feel like her big
brother or something.
After a moment he disengaged himself and took her back down to
the kitchen to put the groceries away. She was getting better at
navigating the stairs, and once in the kitchen she began
exploring the cupboards. After a moment he heard a crunch as she
got into the bag of cookies he'd just put away.
One floated toward him at the end of the sweater's sleeve.
"More?" she offered.
"Sure," he smiled, taking it as she leaned against the counter
and began devouring the rest. Half the bag was gone by the time
he had the groceries put away. He took it away from her gently,
wondering if she ate this much all the time, and if so, how she
wasn't fat. If she wasn't so tall he'd think she was an
adolescent. But then again, maybe they grew faster wherever she
was from. That reminded him. Introductions were long overdue.
Taking both her hands in his, he put them on his chest. "Chaz,"
he said.
"Shas?" She asked, sounding confused.
He brought her hands to the sides of his head, then moved them
down over the outside of his shoulders and down his chest toward
his legs, encompassing all of him.
"Chaz," he said again.
"Ch-ahz," she repeated, then squeezed his shoulder, seeming to
understand. "Chaz." She pulled his hands to her chest and placed
them right above the swell of her breasts.
"Kehanee."
"Key-hah-nee," he repeated. Kehanee. He liked that. Just then her
stomach gave a loud rumble and she giggled and hugged his arm.
Jesus, he thought, she's an eating machine. He was a little
hungry himself so he made them each a peanut butter and jelly
sandwich, then made an extra one just in case.
Kehanee wolfed down her sandwich before he'd finished half of his
own, then sucked the jelly off her fingers. Even though he
couldn't see her mouth, it was still sexy.
"More?" He asked.
She seemed to consider for a moment. "More."
Maybe she was booted out of her own universe because she eats so
much, he thought with a grin. He gave her the extra sandwich,
which she ate a bit slower than the first. Now he could imagine
how his parents had felt when he'd been a teenager.
He marveled at the way she'd learned to feel around carefully
without knocking over anything. Maybe she could see the general
shape of things, but not the details. He decided to take her
outside and see how she reacted.
When they were done eating he led her to the front door and down
the aging wooden steps of the porch. He paused once they were in
the sunlight, watching her as she seemed to look around. She was
still holding his hand tightly so he guessed that she probably
couldn't see much, but as he looked down on the ground he noticed
something very interesting.
She had a shadow. It wasn't exactly normal; where the dark
shadows of her clothes ended, the lighter reddish shadows of her
head, feet and hands appeared; looking like the sunlight was
being filtered through stained glass.
Weird. He was going to have to take her to a doctor, or maybe a
scientist at a university.
Letting go of his hand, Kehanee pulled off her sweatshirt and
wrapped it around her waist. She took a deep breath then bent to
feel the grass at her feet.
"Tualak! She exclaimed.
"Grass," he told her.
"Grass," she echoed. "Tualak."
"Tualak," he repeated, then squeezed her hand. He was starting to
enjoy this.
She seemed to like being outside so he sat with her on the porch
steps for a while before getting up and leading her back into the
house. He still had the blacklight to try out.
He plugged it into the outlet in the bathroom, which didn't have
any windows and was practically pitch dark with the door shut and
the light off. He brought her in and closed the door, then
switched it on. He squinted at her in the eerie blue-black
radiance, seeming to be able to see something, a shadow maybe.
She let go of him and raised her hand up to her face, and it took
Chaz a moment to realize that he could actually see it. Well, he
couldn't exactly see where it was, so much as where it wasn't.
Her skin seemed to be absorbing all of the light, leaving an inky
black nothingness where her body was.
He looked at the outline of her head and neck, unable to see her
features but happy to be able to see something. She reached out
and touched his face, with none of the tentative hesitation of
before. She could see him too, then, at least a little.
Kehanee laughed happily and Chaz couldn't keep from grinning
himself. This might not be much, but it was a start. She put her
arms around his neck and stood in front of him, her face
perfectly level with his. Attack of the Six-Foot Tall Teenager
from Dimension X, he thought.
"Na hatu ah," she whispered. "Enuho." He didn't know what it
meant, but something about the way she said it sent a warm shiver
down his spine.
Suddenly Chaz put his arms around her waist and kissed her,
feeling her body stiffen with surprise. He was almost as
surprised as she was. He immediately pulled away, their lips
coming apart with a soft smacking sound. Kehanee was standing
very still, almost like she was frozen. He could feel that her
breathing was a little faster than before.
"Like, or not like?" he asked, feeling like he had to say
something. He'd given in to the impulse to kiss her before he'd
even known it was there. She barely hesitated before answering.
"Like," she said, her voice almost a whisper. "More?"
He felt his face grow hot. "Uh, sure." He touched his mouth to
hers again and felt her lips pressing back against his as he
kissed her tenderly. She seemed even more tentative than he was,
and he wondered if she'd ever done this before. Make that Attack
of the Six-Foot tall Virgin from Dimension X? Maybe. He'd
definitely like to find out, but he was going to leave that up to
her, and also up to evolution. There was no real guarantee that
their plumbing was even compatible.
He gently slipped his tongue between her lips, hoping that she
wouldn't try to eat it. To his relief she began darting her own
tongue around it, playing a spirited game of tag. Her tongue was
long and quick, but not supernaturally so, and wasn't even
forked. He almost felt disappointed.
Her hands slid over his back, tracing his spine and shoulders
through his shirt. This was quickly becoming one of the hottest
kisses he'd ever had. The universal language seemed to be coming
through with flying colors.
Chaz stopped for a moment to catch his breath. She didn't seem to
need a rest. She began kissing all over his face; his cheeks; his
nose; his chin; his ears; everything within reach. I'd better be
careful, he thought. If she had the same passion for sex as she
did for eating, he was a dead man.
The black light was starting to hurt his eyes and he thought it
was probably about time to relocate anyway. She didn't protest as
he switched it off and led her into the bedroom. He kissed her
again for a moment, then sat on the bed and waited to see what
she would do. He didn't have to wait long. She giggled and
pounced on him playfully, pushing him back on the bed and
straddling him in much the same position she'd landed in the
previous night.
Kehanee stroked his face affectionately and nuzzled his neck, her
soft breasts rubbing against his chest. His hands roved over her
backside, cupping and squeezing her firm ass. She moaned softly
and pushed her butt against his hands. His erection felt like a
hot bar of iron in his pants, and he groaned as she began slowly
rubbing herself against him. Her body felt incredibly good. He
caught the hem of her shirt and slid it up, and she raised her
arms so that he could take it completely off. Once her shirt was
safely on the floor he ran his fingers over her invisible
shoulders and moved down until he found her breasts. They were
soft and warm and fit perfectly in his hands. He hefted and
squeezed them firmly as she arched her back and sighed.
Chaz found it very strange to be fondling someone he couldn't
see, but it seemed to add a whole new level of excitement instead
of detracting from it. Everything was a mystery. Everything was a
sensation. The touch of her skin; the sound of her breathing; the
smell of her body.
He took her by the shoulders and pulled her down towards his
face, feeling a nipple brush softly against his cheek. He found
it with his lips and sucked it into his mouth, hearing her gasp
sharply as he did. She kissed the top of his head and ran her
fingers through his hair as he sucked on her tits, first one,
then the other. The air where her nipples were glistened faintly
with his saliva.
He slid his hands beneath her sweats and kneaded her bare butt,
relishing the feel of her smooth skin. He felt her hands slip
down to his waist and fumble with his belt. He helped her with it
and she began unbuttoning his jeans with trembling fingers. He
rubbed his hands over her curvy hips, passing down beyond where
she had stopped him the night before. Chaz squeezed her supple
thighs and silently thanked whatever force in the universe that
had given her to him.
She had pulled his fly open and he could feel her tracing the
bulge in his underwear with her fingertips. He slid a hand back
up to her stomach, then slid it slowly down toward her 'glas'. He
felt the gentle rise of her mound as his fingers slid into her
thin patch of short-and-curlies. Her pubic hair was soft and
fine, and he could feel a humid warmth radiating up from between
her legs. Exploring further, he felt his middle finger touch the
upper part of her vulva, rubbing gently over the moist folds of
delicate skin.
"An mat," she gasped.
"Like?" he asked, his voice sounding heavy.
"Like." She pushed herself against his fingers, her body seeming
to tremble slightly. Her labia were swollen and smooth, and she
moaned as he stroked them with his fingers. Now for the final
test. He slid his index finger up along her opening and began
slowly pushing it in, feeling her vagina contract around it. She
felt very tight and very wet. More importantly he felt no teeth
or any other nasty strangeness inside her. He gently pulled his
finger out and on an impulse brought it to his mouth. She tasted
salty-sweet and musky. Delicious.
He was about to go back for more when she pushed her sweats down
around her thighs and then yanked them off. Now she was
completely naked and completely invisible. Chaz closed his eyes
as she pushed him down and kissed him, her hands pulling his
jeans and underwear down to his thighs. She sat up and hovered
over his lap, and he felt her hand lifting his very erect penis
and guiding it as she lowered herself down.
The sensation of sliding into her warm body was incredible. She
stopped when he was only a little way into her and he felt a
stretchy resistance that seemed to be blocking further progress.
Her hymen. He began to reach out to support her when she suddenly
dropped her weight down, impaling herself completely on his cock
with a pained yelp.
He held her by the waist, rubbing her sides comfortingly as she
sat still on his lap, her warm body quivering on top of him. He
looked down to see his penis standing up, seeming to be
surrounded by nothing but air as it twitched with pleasure at
being buried within the fleshy confines of her snug pussy. She
began moving slightly and he closed his eyes and meshed his
fingers with hers as she began to undulate above him.
Kehanee whimpered softly, but he couldn't tell whether from pain
or pleasure. His own gasps were of pure ecstasy. She slowly
increased her tempo, rocking her hips and taking him completely
inside her with every movement. Chaz could feel her delicate
insides gripping his shaft and he was surprised that he was
holding on so long. He'd expected to come almost immediately, but
the strangeness of his invisible lover seemed to distract him
somewhat.
He soon lost track of time completely, only aware of her body
moving against his. Then with a sudden, violent shudder she fell
forward against him, her tits pressing firmly against his chest
as her moaning breaths warmed his ear. He held her as she came,
feeling his own orgasm building quickly as her vagina fluttered
and squeezed around his cock. In a a few moments his hips
twitched upward as he came powerfully into her shivering body,
his vision blurring and senses fading until he was only aware of
her weight on top of him and the explosive sensations coursing
through his body. It was one of the best orgasms of his life, and
he could only shudder and hug her tightly against him until it
was over.
"Like," she panted breathily in his ear. "Like, or no like?"
"Oh God," he moaned. "Like. Like *much*."
She giggled softly. "More?"
"Sure, just give me a minute," he said squeezing her
affectionately and kissing her invisible yet sweaty forehead.
"Sure," she echoed. She contracted her muscles around his penis,
giggling as he responded with a gasp. She was dangerous after
all, he thought, but not because she was alien or violent. She
was going to kill him with sex.
They lay there for a few minutes, his dick staying quite firm
inside her as she kept squeezing it every so often with her
talented pussy. He looked down to see a large gob of pearly-white
fluid hanging over his penis, some trickling down around it but
most staying up in her body.
Uh-oh, he thought. Would our kids be invisible, visible, or just
transparent? That was assuming they could have kids, she might
have different genes or something. He stopped worrying. With the
way he felt right now, he'd be happy to raise a litter with this
incredible girl whether he could see them or not.
He was surprised to find that his penis was again rock hard, and
he sat up and rolled her over until he was on top of her. His
dick slipped unguided back into her like a heat-seeking missile.
She groaned and he felt her wrap her long legs around his hips
and begin humping up at him as he thrust into her with long
strokes. Before long he brought her to another shuddering orgasm,
then a few minutes later he came again himself, seeming to
trigger yet another climax in her trembling body as he filled her
with sperm for the second time. When he finished he fell limp on
top of her, feeling completely drained. She was panting weakly
beneath him with her legs still entangled around his.
Chaz kept his arms tightly around her, loving the feeling of her
naked body as she nestled up against him. After they'd both
recovered he took her downstairs and made dinner. Kehanee clung
to him playfully as he moved about the kitchen, her hands often
resting around his waist or slipping provocatively into his front
pockets. It was something he could easily get used to.
Shortly after they'd eaten and gone back to his room, she was
kissing him and tugging at his pants again. He made love to her
once more before falling exhausted into bed. She curled up in his
arms, the warmth of her body and the softness of her hair quickly
lulling him to sleep.
Part Two: Storm Spirits and Soap
Chaz returned to wakefulness slowly. He detected the soft glow of
daylight through his eyelids, but he kept his eyes closed as he
pondered the strange events of the past two days. The whole
experience was so bizarre, yet wonderful at the same time. It was
like being lost in a dream.
With a smile he rolled onto his side, opening his eyes and
reaching out to caress his unusual lover's cheek. It wasn't where
he expected it to be. Neither was she, in fact, either by sight
or by touch. He felt a moment of panic but his fears quieted as
his sleep-muddled brain began to work.
"She's probably just in the bathroom again," he muttered, briefly
wondering when he'd decided to start talking to himself.
He stood and padded off toward the bathroom, pausing only to pull
on a pair of briefs. The door was open; the bathroom empty. Not
that he could see her anyway if she was still naked, he thought,
but she usually made some noise to give her away.
"Kehanee?" He called, beginning to worry. He walked quickly to
the top of the stairs. What if she'd decided to go exploring and
fallen down the steps? She knew they were there, but she could
have slipped...
As Chaz descended he heard the sound of quiet laughter coming
from the kitchen. Relief washed over him as he recognized
Kehanee's voice, but he was puzzled to hear his uncle's as well.
"Would you like more cereal, my dear?"
Chaz rounded the corner to see his uncle Robert and the empty
jogging suit sitting at the kitchen table, enjoying a breakfast
of Fruity Puffs and toast.
"More zereal," Kehanee answered brightly. "Sure."
"Uncle Rob?" Chaz asked, totally at a loss to explain why his
uncle was acting like having breakfast with an invisible girl was
the most normal thing in the world to do.
"It's about time you woke up," his uncle said. "I thought you
were going to sleep all day." Chaz saw that a place was already
set for him, and he sat down in confusion.
"Chas?" An arm of the sweater moved tentatively in his direction.
He caught her hand and squeezed it warmly, then let go as he
remembered his uncle.
"Can you please tell me what's going on?" He asked, trying to
keep calm. "Did you know she was coming?"
"I suppose I did," his uncle replied with a shrug. "But I didn't
expect her so soon."
"You knew about her then?" Chaz glanced over at where a mouthful
of Fruity Puffs was being busily compacted in midair. "Who is
she?" He asked, his mind packed with unanswered questions. "Where
is she from? How the hell did she get here?"
His uncle leaned back in his chair, unfolded a newspaper and
began to read the front page. Just when Chaz was certain that he
was being ignored, his uncle spoke.
"Your great grandfather was a very spiritual man, Chaz. The spot
where this house stands was once Lakota holy ground, did you know
that?" Chaz shook his head slowly, his imagination sparked. Was
she some kind of ghost?
"Lakota?" Kehanee asked, her voice muffled by a hovering slice of
toast.
"Yes, my dear, the Lakota." Uncle Rob confirmed.
Chaz stared at her, or rather *through* her, wondering if she knew
that name or had just been repeating it.
His uncle went on as if he were talking about nothing more
exciting than the local weather forecast, or what he'd had for
lunch yesterday.
"The Lakota had a legend about what they called 'storm spirits;'
unseen beings that would appear during thunderstorms and play
tricks on the unwary. Your great-grandfather was convinced that
this legend was true, and he became obsessed with trying to
capture one of these beings."
Chaz listened attentively, hanging on every word. He was
spellbound by his uncle's story, especially since one of its main
characters was probably sitting next to him at that very moment.
"So did he?" Chaz asked, unable to contain his suspense.
His uncle nodded slowly and took a sip from his coffee mug. "It
took him twenty years, but he finally caught one."
"Was it... was he like Kehanee?"
"Yes, I believe so. It was actually a she, in fact, and
eventually became your great grandmother."
Chaz stared at his uncle in disbelief. He didn't doubt his story;
how could he when the evidence was sitting right next to him
drinking orange juice? But he just couldn't believe how his uncle
could be so calm telling him that his great grandmother had been
an alien or some being from another dimension.
"Did she eventually turn visible?"
His uncle shrugged. "I don't know. I never saw a picture of her
and both of them passed away when I was still very young."
Chaz frowned. That wasn't much help. "What should I do now? She's
blind and invisible and probably trapped here forever." The fact
that she might be stuck there for good didn't really bother him,
but she couldn't be very happy being in the dark all the time.
"Well, I know someone that might be able to help," Rob said,
putting his newspaper down and draining the last of his coffee.
"He not very easy to get a hold of, though. Why don't you two get
ready after you're done eating, and in the meantime I'll see if I
can get in touch with him."
* * *
The hissing spray of the shower arched down towards Chaz's
stomach, but he only felt an indirect spattering of droplets as
the stream was interrupted in midair by an invisible set of
shoulders. The cascading water slid down in tiny rivulets,
revealing the glistening outline of a tall and slender form.
Watching this, he found that he didn't mind in the slightest that
his guest was soaking up all the hot water.
"Sho-wer," Kehanee told him, tugging happily at his arm. She
seemed to have been somewhat puzzled when he had led her naked
into the bathroom, but once he guided her beneath the warm spray,
she had giggled excitedly and started flicking water at him.
Though he still felt somewhat shy, he had opted to strip and join
her before he got soaked anyway. He probably needed a shower more
than she did, and he was also afraid that she might slip and
fall, being unable to see the limits of the tub.
"Soap." He pressed the slippery bar to her hand, and she felt it
for a moment before rubbing the suds along his arm. An idea
quickly took shape in his head and he began to lather the soap
between his hands.
"Zoap," she repeated. "Zoap zoap zoap."
He grinned. She seemed to be in particularly good spirits this
morning. She'd even had a fourth bowl of Fruity Puffs which, if
last night had been any indication, meant that he was probably
going to get quite a bit of exercise that day.
Taking the soap, he began to lather up her shoulders. Kehanee
went limp and leaned against him as he rubbed along the juncture
of her neck and collarbone. He carefully turned her to face him
and moved his soapy hands downward, embracing the firm, curving
swell of her slippery breasts.
"Mmm," she sighed, shivering slightly as his thumb brushed her
nipple. Chaz gently kneaded her tits, marveling at the way they
filled his hands completely. Then there was a ghostly touch on
his waist and he felt her fingertips tracing their way up his
ribs and over the front of his chest. Her thumbs found his
nipples, which were stiff with the chill of being out of the warm
spray for so long. A wave of exciting tingles spread out through
his chest at the contact and he wondered if that was how it felt
to her.
He began to lather up her stomach and hips, unable to take his
eyes away as her body took on a somewhat more distinct shape
beneath a layer of soap suds. She giggled as his hands slid down
her legs, and when she was well coated Chaz stood back for a
moment and stared. The baggy sweats hadn't done her justice. She
had a very impressive figure; long-legged and slender with wide
curvy hips. Or 'breeding hips,' as his dad might say.
Chaz finished washing her front with a long, gentle lathering of
the soft curls between her thighs. She held onto his shoulders
tightly as if having difficulty standing even through he never
touched any of her more sensitive areas.
When he was done he took her arms and slowly turned her around to
rinse off the soap. As Kehanee moved her thigh brushed his
erection, and he felt her fingers close around it for a moment
before releasing it again. He rubbed her wet stomach in slow
circles, not so much to help wash away the soap but because he
couldn't seem to keep his hands off her.
Her body pressed back against his, and as his cock nestled into
the silky valley between her buttocks Chaz found himself thinking
again about how bizarre this all was. Here he was in the shower
with a girl's naked ass rubbing against his crotch and her firm
tits cupped in his hands, but to anyone else it would just look
like a young man with a boner fondling empty air.
Despite all the antics of the previous night he was finding that
his first co-gender shower experience was turning him on beyond
words. He slowly slid his right hand down her stomach and between
her thighs, smiling as he felt her shift her legs further apart
to give him easier access. After only a few tender strokes of her
shower-wet labia, he began to feel a extra slickness on his
fingers that was neither soap nor water.
Kehanee's body began to shudder in his arms, and he held her
around the stomach with his free hand to steady her as he
continued to carefully wash the swelling lips of her invisible
pussy. A better way of bathing that particular area suddenly
occurred to him, and he let go and gently turned her around again
before dropping down to his knees. It wasn't quite as chilly in
this position as more of the shower spray hit him as it fell
between her legs, but he hardly noticed it as he brought his
mouth into contact with the wet folds of flesh between her
thighs.
She gasped at the initial touch then moaned as he began to flick
his tongue over her soft labia. He heard the wet squeak of her
hand slipping against the wall as she tried to steady herself,
and Chaz reached around her hips to support her as he lovingly
kissed her pussy. She tasted good but slightly tangy. He decided
that a thorough tongue bath was in order.
He felt the nub of her clit against his lips and flicked his
tongue over it lightly. She responded by groaning and thrusting
her hips forward against his face. He felt her fingers slide
through his damp hair, then her hands tightened into fists as he
began fluttering his tongue over her clitoris.
Her whole body began to shake, and Chaz had to hold onto her
tightly to keep her from slipping in the tub. After a few minutes
she whimpered loudly, her hands clenching his hair as her whole
body went rigid then slowly relaxed like a deflating balloon. He
felt her slide down through his arms to a sitting position, her
breath coming in shuddering gasps.
"You like?" He asked, though he was pretty sure that he could
guess the answer. She didn't reply, however, at least not with
words. Her fingers framed his face, and seeming to use that for
aim, she pressed her wet lips against his in a more soulful kiss
than Chaz could ever have imagined. He was dimly aware of her
fingers grasping his cock, squeezing and tugging very delicately
at it as he moved his arms around her neck.
Her wet fingers seemed to dance lightly along the shaft of his
penis, the sensation teasing him almost out of his mind. After a
moment he felt the welcome pressure of both her hands gripping
him as she began to stroke more forcefully. It didn't take much
of this treatment before he felt the surge of an orgasm rising up
in his groin. Chaz was so enthralled by her kissing that he
surrendered to it completely, groaning into her mouth as his cock
tensed in her hands and began spurting. After the second jet she
pulled away, breaking the kiss with a wet smacking sound. She
mumbled something that sounded regretful, but began to tug a
little harder on his erupting shaft, squeezing and milking out
the last of his sperm.
Chaz had closed his eyes the instant he'd started to come, but a
quiet giggle caused him to open them again. Two gobby strings of
his semen hung suspended in midair roughly at crotch level, and
he reached over to find that he had scored a direct hit on her
pubes. Damn, he thought, grinning. And he'd worked so hard to
clean them.
Her hand left his softening penis and he watched as the pearly
lines smeared and spread as she rubbed his spooge into her pubic
hair like some kind of conditioner. He shivered, then realized
that the hot water was quickly running out. He stood and managed
to finish washing her back before the water got too cold. After a
brisk soaping, he rinsed himself and turned the shower off.
Kehanee seemed to have no trouble drying herself, and again Chaz
found himself wishing that he could see her. He had already
formed a vague mental picture of her face; youthful,
fair-skinned, and pretty. Deep down though, he didn't really care
what she looked like.
He forgot all about appearances as she found him with her hands,
then looped her towel around his neck and pulled him toward her
with a soft giggle. The feel of her soft, moist lips on his cured
him of any anxiousness, and he kissed her for a long moment
before breaking away to get dressed. As he did he found himself
wondering who his uncle's mysterious friend might be. Chaz had a
sudden mental image of a weird old Indian in deerskins dancing
around a fire.
Smiling, he led Kehanee back to his room to see if he could find
some clean clothes for her to wear. He might not have any
deerskins, but he did have a pair of loose-fitting green slacks
and a Metallica T-shirt...
Part Three: Sky Iron and Yankee Rituals
The day passed slowly. While Kehanee was helping herself to an
early lunch, Chaz let himself into his uncle's room with the
intent of doing some serious snooping around. Normally he was a
firm believer in respecting other people's privacy, but he was
getting pretty tired of being kept in the dark--especially when
it concerned the strange visitor who he seemed to be falling in
love with.
Like the rest of the house, his uncle's room was cluttered with
an eclectic hodgepodge of antique baubles and miscellaneous
knickknacks. The walls were lined with various kinds of old
furniture that ranged from bookcases and file cabinets to desks
and nightstands, all of them covered with an incomprehensible
amount of stuff. How his uncle managed to find anything in here
was a mystery in itself.
Chaz's eyes were drawn to a strange contraption that hung on the
wall over his uncle's bed. It was a dreamcatcher: a netlike
circle of leather decorated with beads and feathers. Supposedly
the Native Americans believed that it gave protection from
nightmares and evil spirits.
After the strange events of the last few days, Chaz supposed that
anything was possible.
His gaze fell from the dreamcatcher to an old steamer trunk in
the corner. Thinking that a trunk would be the most likely place
for hidden secrets, Chaz cleared it off and opened it. All that
greeted him were stacks of old magazines from the forties and
fifties.
"Where does he get all this junk?" He asked no one in particular.
Chaz put everything back as it was and looked around again. His
search stopped at the bed, where he caught sight of a
leather-bound journal lying half hidden under one of the pillows.
He picked it up gingerly, noting with excitement that the binding
was tattered and worn with age.
"Now *this* has gotta be something."
Opening it with the utmost care, he began to turn the pages. Most
contained sketches of strange, elaborate constructions and
devices that he couldn't begin to identify. In the margins were
hastily scribbled notes which no doubt explained the drawings,
but the writing was so cramped and faded that he could only make
out a few words. The most coherent illustration was of a room
with walls made of a hundred different mirrors all facing each
other. It was noted as being 'perfectly suited for the
acquisition and storage of wandering souls.'
Weird.
As Chaz flipped toward the end in search of something that made
sense, a slip of paper fell out from the back pages and landed on
the bed. He unfolded the paper and read it slowly, his face
warming with embarrassment. It was a note from his uncle, who
seemed to be a step ahead of him once again.
--Chaz, since curiosity is a perfectly natural reaction to
such unusual occurrences, I expect that you have come into
my room looking for answers. You now hold in your hands
all the secrets in my keeping. This is the journal of your
great-great grandfather, Jebediah Michaels. He is the man
who started it all, for better or worse.
Below that his uncle had written a summary of the journal's
contents and a brief history of his grandfather's life. Chaz read
onward, almost spellbound by the words that flowed up at him from
the note's pages.
--Haunted by his experiences in the Civil War, Jebediah
developed a strong fascination with obscure spiritual
beliefs and practices, especially those held by the native
people of the Americas. He spent the remainder of his life
in pursuit of ghosts and spirits, amassing a wealth of
myths and legend. He was fascinated with the idea of
influencing the unseen world, but he seemed to have little
success until he settled here, when a discovery led him to
build this house and outfit it with devices intended to
summon and capture otherworldly beings.
Apparently he'd been staying in a ghost hotel without even knowing it. Chaz suppressed a shiver and continued.
--This discovery involved a strange type of metal ore found
only on a nearby hill. Called `sky-iron' by the local
tribes, this material has long been believed to hold some
kind of mystical power. Your grandfather was able to
harness that power, and built some of the metal into the
walls of your room. Of his success in this we can both (so
to speak) see the results. It is clear that Jeb had
additional plans for this house, but whether realized or
not, the remainder of his knowledge vanished with him when
he disappeared from this very room in 192--
There was a sudden touch on his shoulder. Chaz jumped and
screamed. The hand quickly withdrew.
"Ekah?" Kehanee ventured, sounding just as surprised as he was.
"Shit." He exhaled, feeling foolish and relieved when he turned
to see a familiar set of empty clothes standing behind him.
"Shet?" She repeated curiously.
"Sorry," he said, finding her hand and giving it a squeeze. "But
you scared the bejesus out of me."
"Becheesus?"
"Nevermind." Chaz felt silly to have let himself get spooked by
such a crazy story, but as he stood there holding the hand of an
invisible girl wearing a Metallica shirt, he realized that
`crazy' was fast becoming a relative term.
A kiss on his cheek and the follow-up nibble on his earlobe
helped to remind him what was really important. After a long,
soulful, pants-tightening kiss, he lead Kehanee back to the
kitchen, leaving the journal on the bed where he'd found it. Just
like everything else in his life recently, its answers had only
given rise to more questions. He still didn't know if her
condition was permanent or if she would eventually disappear as
abruptly as she'd arrived.
He wondered if she had the same concerns, or if she was just
taking everything as it came. He hoped for the latter. That was
the only way he could think of to stay sane in a situation like
this.
Chaz grabbed a quick lunch of peanut-butter crackers and milk
while he considered how best to kill time until his uncle
returned. He supposed that he could take her outside again. She
seemed to be adjusting well to her surroundings--maybe they could
even go for a walk.
A sudden thought struck him and he wondered why he hadn't thought
of it earlier. Horses. He could take her to see his uncle's two
raggedy old horses and if she was up for it they could even try
riding for a bit. After a few moments of consideration it seemed
like a great idea.
Sadly, he had no idea of the horrors that lay in store for him.
* * *
Chaz had been worried that the horses would freak out at
Kehanee's invisibility, but to his surprise they received her
with more affection that they'd ever shown him or his uncle, even
at feeding time.
The day had turned out hotter than expected, with a sticky
humidity brought on by the scattered cloud cover. Heavier clouds
seemed to be gathering on the horizon, their fat dark bellies
threatening rain or possibly even a thunderstorm.
At Chaz's prompting Kehanee had changed into cooler attire. She
now wore a blue form-fitting tank top that gave a good impression
of her high, firm breasts, and her bottom half was similarly
treated by a pair of denim cutoffs he'd made for her out of an
old pair of jeans. He'd told her that every self-respecting
country girl needed a pair of daisy dukes, but he wasn't sure she
understood.
The horses, however, were right up her alley. They greeted her
like old friends, a sentiment she seemed to return. She
gravitated to the older of the pair, a venerable chestnut mare
who whinnied and snorted with the eagerness of a horse ten years
younger. Kehanee murmured something into the chestnut's ear, then
laughed as the horse nodded and stamped emphatically.
Chaz smiled, thinking that he'd have to add horse whispering to
her growing list of skills.
She'd already mounted by the time he saddled his own horse,
seeming to prefer riding bareback. While it was a practice he
fully agreed with in the bedroom, it was beyond him as far as
horse-riding went.
The chestnut and its rider quickly galloped away, leaving him in
their dust. The empty clothes riding it turned back as if to look
at him, and again he found himself wishing that he could see her.
In his mind's eye he saw her as a slender Pocahontas; long black
hair flying in the wind, brown skin gleaming in the afternoon
sun. Then the vision faded and he gave himself to the chase,
nudging his reluctant mount to greater speed. Kehanee seemed to
be relying on her horse to know where to go, or for all he knew
she might be guiding it with some kind of horse telepathy.
He lost sight of her as she passed around a grove of trees, and
after that he was forced to follow her hoof-prints down the
narrow ravine of an old creek bed and up the slope of a tall,
bushy hill. Near the top he found the abandoned chestnut munching
calmly on some wild grass, alone. There was no sign of its rider.
Chaz was beginning to worry that she'd fallen somewhere when his
attention was caught by a circle of flat stones further up at the
crest of the hill. The stones were low and squared, looking
something like a midget Stonehenge. Veins of what looked like
white quartz ran through the rock, giving them a striped
appearance.
Draped over one of the stones were a pair of discarded daisy
dukes and a tank top. Smiling at the thought of a naked Kehanee
lurking someplace nearby, Chaz dismounted and went into the
circle. He looked around for a minute, wondering where she could
be hiding. Then he stopped and smacked himself in the forehead.
"She's invisible, you idiot." He closed his eyes and listened,
trying to hear anything that might give her away. After a few
minutes with no luck he decided that two could play this game.
Remembering that he was nearly as invisible to her, he took off
his own clothes and started exploring as quietly as he could,
thinking that being naked might come in handy for when he finally
found her.
The sound of a faint voice drew him toward the far edge of the
hill. He made his way over as stealthily as he could. After a
minute it sounded like he was hearing *several* voices. He went
on, his curiosity piqued.
The ground ended at a sharp dropoff. About fifty feet below him was
a rocky swimming hole fed by a slow stream that wound down
through the trees, and enjoying the cool spring were no less than
five teenage girls, all bare-ass naked. Chaz stared in amazement.
Most of the girls were hidden in the water but one of them was
lying on a flat section of rock, sunning her audaciously curved
body. The girl's tits were almost cartoonishly huge and she was
sporting a seventies-style bush that Chaz felt a sudden urge to
cliff-dive into.
Unfortunately, this moment of voyeuristic beauty was disrupted
when one of the girls noticed him and screamed. Despite
everything he'd learned from porn, the quintet of naked girls did
not seem happy to see an equally naked and semi-erect guy
watching them from above.
Chaz retreated before they started throwing rocks. Embarrassed
yet elated, he resumed wondering where the hell Kehanee had run
off to. The clouds were rolling in quickly and he didn't like the
idea of her being caught in a storm all alone.
He went back to the circle of stones and called her name.
Nothing. He sat down on a rock and sighed, hoping that she hadn't
hurt herself or decided to run away.
A handful of leaves fell on his head and he reflexively brushed
them away, startled, turning just in time to see a pale reddish
shadow on the rock behind him. Then the shadow darted away with a
quiet giggle. Grinning, he pursued her around the stones,
impressed by how well she navigated and a little dismayed by how
quick she was. The game of hide and seek lasted several minutes
before he finally grabbed her around the waist and hauled her to
one of the smoothest, flattest stones. He sat and pulled her onto
his lap, her invisible naked butt feeling really nice pressed up
against his bare skin.
"I caught you, naughty girl," he said playfully, a little out of
breath. "Now what am I gonna do with you?"
"Hakah. Hakah oh nah." She panted and started wiggling on his
lap, the overall effect of which was to give him an instant,
raging boner.
"You are *so* bad," he insisted, then he got an idea of how he
could punish her for it.
Chaz took her arm and pulled her over his lap so that she was
lying across his knees with her backside upward. Sliding his hand
over her hidden curves, he found the smooth round cheeks of her
ass and fondled them affectionately before giving her butt a firm
slap. Kehanee squealed and kicked as he continued to give her a
mild spanking, finding himself unexpectedly turned on by it. And
judging by her weakening struggles and the occasional quiet gasp
he heard, she didn't seem to exactly hate it either.
"Bad girl," he said again, blushing and hard enough to drill
diamond.
"Hakah oh nah," she repeated breathily. He was going to have to
learn what that meant.
Her butt felt very warm under his hand, almost hot. He imagined
that, if visible, her skin would be glowing pink or even bright
red. Chaz was able to lean down just enough to place a gentle
kiss on one of her buttocks. He licked and blew on it, trying to
soothe the spanked flesh. She shivered and arched her back as he
treated the other side in the same way. He could smell her
arousal, a heady, musky-sweet scent that fired his blood and made
his cock twitch dangerously.
With a final squeeze he let her up. Kehanee immediately pushed
him back and crawled over him. He closed his eyes and
concentrated on the sensations of her skin brushing his, her hair
sweeping softly up along his chest and over the side of his face.
He felt her lips touch his forehead, then his eyelids, then his
cheeks. Chaz tried to kiss her but she dodged him, her mouth
brushing his neck as he felt her hands start to slide over his
thighs. He relaxed and sighed as she moved ever downward.
Finally a slow gasp escaped him as he felt his cock being touched
and stroked by unseen hands, kissed by invisible lips. It wasn't
really a blowjob; it was more like she was making out with his
penis, kissing it slowly and wetly all over, even rubbing it
against her face and neck as her hair brushed lightly against the
shaft. It was the most sensual, loving thing that any girl had
ever done to him. Chaz decided that he was going to have to spank
her more often.
He felt a gentle squeeze on his balls and felt his body tense
involuntarily. The light, pleasurable squeezing continued as she
went about kissing the head of his cock from every angle, and he
suddenly felt the urgent prickle running from his shaft to his
scrotum that signaled impending climax. He groaned urgently and
she stopped, but not before his frustrated penis gave a few weak,
abortive spurts. The first dribbled out and down onto his
stomach, the others stopped at the tip as he felt her lips cover
the head of his cock, capturing the rest in her mouth.
After a moment she withdrew, and with a quiet spitting sound the
white fluid flew to the ground. She climbed up over him again
until he felt her hips rubbing against his, her hair once again
tickling his cheek.
"You like?" She asked. He could hear the smile in her voice.
"Very like. Want more."
Chaz pulled her close and kissed her, finding her lips sweet and
her tongue salty. Kehanee pressed herself against him, her firm
nipples rubbing his chest as she straddled him. He felt a gentle
touch on his still-throbbing erection, followed by a gradual
enclosing warmth as her fingers lifted and guided him into her.
They both groaned as he went in, her slick clinging tightness
trapping and embracing him.
He closed his eyes, feeling rather than seeing as he lay back and
let her take over completely. She moved slowly at first, rocking
herself on top of him and moving her hips lazily as her pussy
molded itself to his cock. Then she began to bounce harder, her
soft groans in his ear prompting him to reach up and find her
tits, grasping the soft handfuls with his hands and holding them
firmly as she bounced faster, groaning loudly.
In. Out. In. Out. God, she felt so good. The soft, slippery grip
of her cunt was driving him crazy. Chaz sensed the slow boiling
rumble of a climax in his balls but hoped he could hold out long
enough for her to come too. He was actually grateful for the
small bits of pointy rock that were digging into his back,
because otherwise he would have ejaculated almost immediately.
His thoughts were interrupted by the wet smack of a raindrop
hitting his forehead, followed by a rolling boom of distant
thunder. He looked up to see that the sky was now a dark blanket
of bruised-looking stormclouds. Kehanee appeared not to notice.
In fact she was humping herself against him with growing urgency,
their bodies connecting with a quiet slap. She began corkscrewing
her hips almost violently, her tight, oily pussy squeezing him;
milking him.
It was more than enough to finish him off. He held her tighter
and grunted, cumming inside her with an intense, spastic gush.
Just as he came she slammed her body down on his, taking him to
the hilt as she answered his groans with her own. Chaz felt like
his balls were literally deflating as he continued to pulse
violently inside her, his thoughts reduced to bright, brief
flickers. So much for pulling out. Grunt. Invisible babies.
Groan. Fuck, this feels good...
He held her as their orgasms faded, hearing her panting breaths
in his ear. The smell of damp earth rose sharply and they felt
the cool patter of rain on their skin as the clouds let go with a
sudden burst, nature answering the fury of their spent lust with
a climax of its own. Then the patter of rain was drowned out by a
cannonade of thunder as lightning played over the horizon,
sending brief strobing flashes over the darkened hilltop where
they huddled in each other's arms.
A bright, licking flare of lightning startled them both, almost
seeming to strike right on the hill. Kehanee laughed giddily but
Chaz was not quite so amused. He supposed that sitting in the
middle of a thunderstorm could be lots of fun--right up to the
point where you got struck by lightning and electrocuted.
There was another flash and a strange glow rose up around them.
Chaz blinked, assuming that he was still seeing afterimages. But
no, it was real. The stones in the circle were *glowing*, the pale
veins now blazing an incandescent blue-white in the cloudy gloom.
He felt Kehanee gripping his hand tightly as if she too could see
what was happening. He looked over at her and was shocked to see
a strange wavering outline, the air around her body rippling and
distorting like water.
Suddenly everything snapped into place. The journal, his uncle's
note--they had to be sitting right on top of the sky-iron deposit
he'd read about! Chaz got up quickly and swung his legs over the
rock, preparing to grab Kehanee and make a run for it.
"We gotta get out of here!" He shouted, taking her by the arm.
But his voice was lost in a sudden explosion of light and noise
as a bolt of lightning struck right among the stones not more
than a dozen feet away. The rocks pulsed and hummed and Kehanee
was yanked from his grasp, pulled violently toward the center of
the circle.
He called her name, his voice battered aside once more by the
massive fork of lightning that struck down like a thunderbolt
from Zeus himself. His vision exploded in dazzling white as a
single image was burned into his retinas; the silhouette of a
feminine shape being outlined by snaking arcs of electricity as
the lightning hit her dead-on. There was a deafening crack and
Chaz found himself on the ground, twitching. The parts of his
body that didn't ache were quickly going numb.
That's it, he thought calmly, tasting dirt. I'm dead. But then he
remembered Kehanee and staggered to his feet, dazed. He'd seen
the lightning hit her. What if she was hurt? Or even...
Ears ringing and half-blind, Chaz stumbled into the circle and
began to crawl around, feeling the ground and praying.
"Please be ok. Please." He chanted, barely able to even hear his
own voice. At last his fingers encountered bare flesh. Her skin
was hot and sweaty, almost feverish, but she was breathing.
Ecstatic, Chaz finally allowed himself to breathe too. He felt
carefully along her body, searching for burns or other injuries.
She seemed to be ok. Unconscious, but ok.
He rested her head gently on his thigh and began to stroke her
hair while he waited for his vision to clear, not sure what else
to do. He was amazed that she'd come away from that lightning
strike without so much as a scratch. He couldn't see a single
mark on her.
See. A mark on her.
Chaz started and nearly let her head hit the ground. Holy shit.
He could see her! The shape of her body was still dark and
indistinct, but as his eyes slowly recovered he was able to take
in more and more detail, and what he saw took his breath away.
She was lying on her back, eyes closed, lips lightly parted,
black hair streaming over his thigh and down around her light
brown shoulders. Her breasts were smallish with dark nipples; her
stomach was flat and smooth, flaring out into wide hips. A shock
of sparse black hair rose on the soft mound at the cleft of her
long smooth legs. She looked youngish, somewhere in the
mid-to-upper teens. Her features were vaguely Native American,
sensual and gorgeous.
It seemed his earlier vision of Pocahontas hadn't been too far
off.
Chaz took her hand and held it tightly, dizzily admiring how
clean and even her fingernails were. For a moment he thought he
was going to faint. Suddenly being able to see her was proving to
be just as much of a shock as when he'd first realized she was
invisible.
The excessive warmth of her hand brought his thoughts back into
focus. He could see her chest rising and falling rapidly, her
breathing fast and shallow. Her forehead was hot to the touch.
Not good.
Almost frantic with worry, Chaz found their clothes and quickly
got her dressed. He had to get her back to the house, maybe to a
hospital. He whistled for the horses, certain that it was
useless. No doubt they'd been spooked by the lightning and were
long gone. But to his surprise the chestnut mare appeared,
trotting briskly up to sniff and nuzzle Kehanee's limp brown arm.
Sighing in relief, he lifted the girl up and sat her on the
mare's back before clumsily mounting behind her. Holding Kehanee
firmly by the waist, he urged the horse to a quick walk. The rain
had slackened off but the thunderstorm continued unabated,
roaring and flashing across the sky like a sneak preview of
Armageddon.
Chaz held her tighter and whispered in her ear, which he could
now see as well as feel.
"Hang in there. You're going to be ok."
He hoped with all his heart that it was true.
Part Four: Unexpected Guests
It was nearly dark by the time they got back home. Chaz dismounted and quickly caught Kehanee in his arms as she began to fall from the horse. She was still unconscious, her skin hot and dry. He took a worried glace at her face and started for the front door, intent on finding some way to help her.
Except the door wasn't where it was supposed to be. It was lying out in the front yard, its hinges splintered and torn from the wood. Chaz looked apprehensively at the darkened house. A lick of lightning briefly illuminated the scene, revealing rows of ragged scratches around the vacant door frame. They looked disturbingly like claw marks.
Lightning flashed again and Chaz shuddered. He had a bad feeling about this. In the stormy half-light his uncle's house suddenly looked like something right out of a horror movie.
"Fuck that." Chaz immediately turned to carry his precious burden to the barn instead, but he stopped as a new thought entered his head. Suppose whatever it was had broken out, not in? What if it was still wandering around out here? He stood frozen for a moment in the deepening gloom, feeling horribly exposed as he imagined some hidden threat lurking in every shadow. Where the hell was his uncle? Kehanee was getting heavy in his arms and he knew he had to do something before she burned up.
"I'm already looking back on this and regretting it," Chaz muttered as he started back to the house.
The interior was nearly pitch dark and he set Kehanee down on the living room couch just long enough to flip the light switch. Nothing happened. The power was out. Chaz slumped heavily against the wall, raised his head and mouthed a plaintive why before taking her up again and heading upstairs.
The hallway was a mess. Someone--or something--had had knocked down all the picture frames and smashed them, scratching deep gouges in the walls as it did. He carried Kehanee into the bathroom and set her down in the tub before hastily shutting and locking the door. At least the bathroom seemed to have escaped destruction.
Chaz turned the cold water tap and watched as the tub began to fill. It was almost too dark to see; the only source of light was the deep gray gloom coming in through the narrow window above. He fumbled around in the darkness until he found a washcloth, and after wetting it in the cool water he laid it gently over Kehanee's forehead. A board creaked somewhere in the house and he started, nearly falling into the tub himself. He didn't want to leave her alone, but he also didn't think he could keep it together without some kind of light.
He opened the bathroom door and peeked cautiously out into the hall. It looked clear. Then a dim flash of lightning illuminated the floor and showed him something he'd rather not have seen. Leading out from his room and down the hall were a set of damp footprints. They definitely weren't human--at least no human being he knew had hooks or claws instead of toes. Apparently something else had fallen through the spirit portal over his bed. And ohshitohshitohshit, what if it was invisible too? Chaz shivered in helpless terror. An invisible girl he could handle. An invisible monster was asking way too much.
Chaz shut the door again and listened, his pulse jack-hammering away in his ears. There was a low rumble of thunder, followed by silence. He returned to the tub and shut off the tap. Kehanee was half covered in cool water, her head resting safely up against the back of the tub. Her skin didn't feel as hot and her breathing seemed to have slowed a little.
Encouraged, he took a deep breath of his own and slipped out the door. Instead of creeping around slowly and waiting to be killed like people do in horror movies, Chaz ran with all the speed his adrenalin-pumping body could muster, barreling blindly into his room and tearing open the dresser drawer that held his flashlight. Activating it, he searched out some candles and matches and ran back to the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind him.
Elapsed time: fifteen seconds. And he was still alive.
Flushed with success, he lit a few candles and sat on the edge of the tub, staring at the newly visible beauty who lay within. Everything about her was breathtaking, from her long black eyelashes and full, sensuous lips right down to her perfect little toes. The fact that he'd actually had sex with her on several occasions now seemed unreal, like a dream. He began to absently rub her bare feet, deciding that he wouldn't mind just sitting and looking at her forever.
Then with a low groan her eyes fluttered open. Kehanee sat up blinking, and as her soft brown eyes focused on him she broke into such a broad smile that Chaz felt like he was going to explode from sheer joy. Then her eyes flicked to something over his shoulder, and just as quickly her expression changed to one of complete horror.
The skin on his back started to crawl. I'm not gonna look, he told himself with surprising calmness. That's always the worst thing to do. Instead he tightened up and swung around fiercely, hooking an elbow as hard as he could into whatever might be lurking behind him.
He hit something, something he couldn't see. There was a surprised hiss, then an inhuman shriek. The candles spilled to the floor and went out. With a shriek of his own, Chaz jumped into the tub and slammed the shower door shut.
It must have followed me in when I went to my room, he thought as the doors began to shudder and rattle violently against his hands. Either that or it was in here the whole time...
Chaz was suddenly glad that he was standing in water. That way if he wet himself he could pretend he'd just gotten splashed. Then terror and the screeching of claws on glass drowned out all rational thought. He held tight to his door; Kehanee was holding the other, looking wide-eyed and just as frightened as he was. The shower doors rattled and jumped as the thing tried to get in. Thankfully his uncle had installed a solid brass frame instead of a cheap aluminum one, but he knew that it wouldn't keep the thing out for long. They were pretty much screwed.
Then the loud blaring honk of a car horn sounded from outside. His uncle! Finally! Chaz wanted to scream with elation as the battering abruptly ceased. There was a chittering growl and the bathroom door flew open, followed by the hasty scratching sounds of footsteps going down the stairs.
Chaz went to the window and shouted a warning.
"Watch out!" He called "There's something in here! An invisible monster! It's heading downstairs!"
"Chaz?" His uncle's voice shouted back. "Stay there!"
He heard voices speaking quickly below, and he prayed that his uncle had brought reinforcements. Chaz suddenly felt a pair of damp arms slip around him and hold on tightly. He took Kehanee's hand and kissed it nervously before going to brace the bathroom door with his body in case the thing came back. Then he heard shouting from downstairs and the loud report of a gunshot. A moment later his uncle's voice sounded from the stairs.
"Come down! It's safe enough, at least for the moment."
Chaz came out, guiding Kehanee by the hand out of pure habit. They arrived downstairs just as his uncle finished lighting a lamp. He looked over just as Kehanee stepped down, and Chaz thought it was all almost worth it to see a look of surprise on his uncle's face for once.
"Well well," his uncle said, quickly falling back into his usual calm demeanor. "It seems a lot happened while I was away." He went up to Kehanee and extended his hand. "Hello again, my dear! At least now we can be introduced face to face."
Kehanee smiled shyly and shook his hand. "Hel-lo," she said, almost perfectly.
Then it was Chaz's turn to by surprised as a huge Native American man loomed up behind his uncle, resting an equally large shotgun over one massive shoulder. He was wearing jeans and a leather vest and didn't look too much older than Chaz, though he was a full head taller and probably outweighed him by a hundred pounds. The man looked at Chaz appraisingly for a moment, then grunted.
"Ah," his uncle began. "And this is Jonas Little Bear. His family and ours have quite a history, going all the way back to your great-grandfather."
"Howdy," the big man said, nodding.
"Hi," Chaz and Kehanee echoed almost simultaneously.
Little Bear studied Kehanee for a moment, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Looks like one problem got fixed already. But now there's a worse problem running around, huh?"
Chaz told him everything that happened, including the fact that Kehanee seemed able to see the thing when he
couldn't. Little Bear grunted in acknowledgment and turned to her.
"Eketa ano he?" He asked.
Kehanee brightened and answered him in a quick rattle of words that Chaz couldn't even begin to follow. But from the emphatic way she kept miming huge teeth and claws, it didn't look too encouraging. When she finished, Little Bear spoke.
"She is still of the other world and can see its people as shadows. She says what she saw is a Caocoro, the Beast Of Many Faces. It is like our skinwalker...like a werewolf, but it can appear as a combination of many animals or it can pose as a single kind. A really bad dude."
"What does it want?" Chaz asked, not really sure he wanted to know.
"Food, and sport. It probably won't go too far...should expect it to come back sooner or later."
"Well, shit." Chaz sighed. His uncle hurried off to his room and returned with a rifle. Chaz had half expected him to come out dressed like a samurai, complete with swords.
Little Bear nodded. "We should get started on fixing the door and making this place more safe. But first a quick look at her." He went up to Kehanee and felt her forehead and hands, even looked in her mouth. Kehanee seemed to trust him completely. Little Bear said something to Chaz's uncle and nodded again.
"She'll be fine, Chaz," his uncle assured. "She may turn invisible again, but another dose of lightning should fix it."
Chaz stared at him, questioning his sanity. "More lightning? She almost died!"
His uncle only smiled. "Back where she comes from her people play with it like a toy. Remember the legend of the storm spirits? I think what hurt her was the shock of being brought further into our world."
Chaz still had doubts, but he remained silent. There were more pressing things to worry about at the moment, like being a snack for invisible shape-changing monsters.
He started tidying up while his uncle and Little Bear repaired and reinforced the front door, lining it with various charms and symbols while Kehanee stood watch at the window. Chaz found it hard not to stare at her. Once she caught him looking and smiled warmly as she smoothed a strand of dark hair away from her face. Chaz blushed and felt suddenly braver. Her smile was worth all the monsters and insanity in the world.
* * *
A few hours later they were all sitting around the fireplace. Little Bear stayed near the door, his gun leaning beside his chair as he gazed into the flames. Chaz and Kehanee rested close together on the couch with their hands entwined while Uncle Rob sat quietly smoking his pipe. The only sounds were the occasional pop and crack of the burning logs and the occasional distant boom of thunder.
Chaz was exhausted. It had been a long day. The doors and windows were about as secure as they were going to get, and both his uncle and Little Bear had promised to stand watch all night in case the thing came back. At his request they'd also temporarily boarded up the door to his room. The storm wasn't over yet, and Chaz didn't want to take the chance of something else coming through the trap or portal or whatever and getting loose in the house. His life was exciting enough as it was.
Kehanee snuggled up against him and their eyes met. Chaz smiled. Kehanee returned it and hugged his arm tighter. He just couldn't get over how damn cool it was being able to finally see her, but at the same time it made him feel strangely shy.
He played with her hair for a moment while he gathered up the courage to move in for a kiss. She met him halfway, with both of them seeming hesitant and awkward as they came together. It was almost like they were starting over. Chaz kept his eyes open and at first so did she, her soft brown eyes slowly closing as the kiss became more certain, more heated, her lips sealing over his as their their tongues slowly met and circled.
The moment was broken as Uncle Rob suddenly cleared his throat. They broke apart, both of them blushing. Things had gotten so intense that for a moment Chaz forgot that they weren't alone. He grinned sheepishly at his uncle, who only rolled his eyes and returned to smoking his pipe. Little Bear was still staring fixedly into the fire like he was in some kind of trance.
Chaz gave Kehanee another quick kiss and reclined on the couch, her head immediately coming to rest on his shoulder as she nestled in against him. He pulled a blanket over them, put his arms around her and soon drifted off to sleep, hoping that tomorrow everything would start getting back to normal. Or relatively normal, anyway.
The morning arrived with no further calamities. The sky was blue and clear, and the terrors of the previous night seemed far away. Chaz spent the morning with his uncle and Little Bear, searching the area for any signs of the Caocoro. They discovered tracks which led off through the fields toward the same hill where he Kehanee had been the day before. The tracks vanished among the rocks and Chaz wondered if it too had become visible or possibly even returned to wherever it'd come from.
The trail cold, they returned to the house. Kehanee greeted him with a firm hug.
"Mahu na," she said smiling warmly as she looked into his eyes. "Sen oh hatu na." Chaz felt his own face warming as she gave him another squeeze and slowly let go. Well, seeing her definitely wasn't a problem anymore. Now if he could only understand her better...
He felt like an idiot as he suddenly remembered that there was an interpreter standing not ten feet away. He turned to Little Bear and grinned foolishly.
"She says she's very pleased you came back." The big man explained.
"Oh," Chaz responded. "How do I say 'thank you'?"
"Enuho ah."
Chaz turned back to Kehanee and repeated it. She giggled and touched her fingers to his lips. Something about the gesture reminded him of the words she'd said the previous day just before they'd made love on the hill.
She mimed washing herself off and headed upstairs, presumably to the shower. Chaz resisted the urge to follow and instead went over to where Little Bear was checking the sturdiness of the rebuilt front door.
"She said something else to me yesterday right before she, uh, became visible," Chaz began, feeling suddenly embarrassed to even be asking. What if it was something highly personal, or even dirty?
Little Bear watched him impassively until he finally made up his mind.
"It was Hakah-something, hakah oh na, maybe? Does that make any sense?"
The big Native American merely grunted and resumed his inspection of the door. "It means two things, 'I belong to you,' and 'you belong to me.' Very strong, like love."
Chaz looked upstairs, his grin returning. He suddenly felt lightheaded. She loved him? If so, that was the best news he'd gotten in... well, his entire life. He was just starting up the steps with exciting thoughts of joining her in the shower when his uncle called for him.
"Chaz, check on the horses, will you? They had quite a scare last night too, you know."
Reluctantly he obeyed, forcing the thoughts of Kehanee's naked, wet body out of his mind as he headed outside to the barn. The horses were still a little skittish, but they seemed to relax somewhat as Chaz fed and watered them.
He was just finishing up when he heard a quiet creak from the loft above. The horses whinnied nervously and Chaz was suddenly afraid. Then to his relief he saw Kehanee's head poke down, her long black hair dangling as she grinned and beckoned him to come up. Wondering what she was doing there, he climbed the ladder and joined her.
The loft was strewn with old hay bales and illuminated by streams of sunlight that filtered in through gaps in the roof. Kehanee was laying stretched out on a pile of hay, waiting for him, wearing nothing but a seductive smile. Chaz swallowed hard. Damn, she was gorgeous. He went over and sat beside her, suddenly feeling awkward. Kehanee apparently felt no such shyness, however, as she quickly grabbed him and pulled his mouth to hers, sucking on his lips and even biting them in a fierce, almost ravenous kiss. He returned the kiss as best he could, wondering what had gotten into her. She'd been aggressive before, but never quite like this. Then he decided that he didn't care as she pushed him over and climbed on top of him, rubbing her soft, firm tits in his face as she fumbled with his pants.
He opened his mouth and one of her nipples popped in between his lips, round and stiff. Chaz suckled on it distractedly as she almost ripped his fly open to get at his dick. Her skin felt unusually warm under his hands as he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her in tighter. He hoped she wasn't getting sick again, but they could worry about that later. Right now he was too turned on to care much about anything.
At last Kehanee freed his cock and immediately sat back on it, taking it roughly into her tight, yielding pussy as Chaz groaned underneath her. The heat of her fleshy tunnel closed in around him, her insides almost burning him as he slid further and further in. Finally she came to rest with her ass pressed firmly against his balls, his cock deeply buried. Then her pussy seemed to quiver around his cock as she gave a hissing gasp and began shuddering in what looked to him like a rather strong, rather sudden orgasm.
Chaz smiled, feeling like a total stud. The feeling quickly vanished when he heard a familiar voice calling up from below.
"Chas?" It sounded like Kehanee. But that wasn't possible...
The next thing he knew there was a hand over his mouth. Looking more angry than scared, Kehanee leaned over him and pressed a finger to her lips, indicating that he be quiet. Confused, Chaz nodded. He had a growing sense that something was terribly, terribly wrong.
The feeling intensified as Kehanee began to move her hips, raising and then dropping herself on his cock with slow, steady movements as she continued to cover his mouth with her hand. It felt good. Really good. But things just weren't adding up.
Gathering his resolve, Chaz gave a quick, sudden heave, pushing Kehanee--or whatever it was--off him. The naked girl rolled in the hay and came up in a crouch, hissing, her eyes flashing green like a cat's. She looked almost feral.
Oh hell.
"Kehanee!" He shouted, taking a step back. "I'm up here!"
A moment later she appeared on the ladder, her smile melting when she saw who else was up there with him. Chaz glanced between them, seeing one Kehanee clothed in a slightly baggy yellow dress and sun hat that had probably belonged to his grandmother, and the other who still crouched in the hay, naked, her skin glistening with sex sweat. Except for the glittering eyes, they looked identical. Chaz felt like he was losing his mind.
Kehanee--the one wearing clothes--quickly grabbed him by the arm and started pulling him back down the ladder.
"Caocoro!" She shouted angrily. Chaz didn't know if it was directed at him or the creature. "Bad!"
The naked thing growled and crouched lower like it was getting ready to spring, but instead it only grinned wolfishly and blew him a kiss. He shuddered as he followed Kehanee down the ladder. They hurried outside, with Chaz starting off toward the house with the vague idea of getting help. He felt faint. He'd just fucked, or rather, been fucked by some kind of shape-shifting monster, maybe only been seconds away from being torn apart and eaten. Why hadn't anyone told him that it could turn into people? He felt slimy and in need of a very hot, very long shower.
He hadn't gotten far when his forward progress was halted by an insistent hand on his arm. Kehanee pulled him around to face her, looking rather upset as she pointed to his rumpled clothes and undone fly. Chaz buttoned everything back up, unsure of how to explain himself.
"Sorry," he muttered, feeling miserable. "I... I thought she was you." Even if Kehanee didn't understand all the words, she definitely understood his tone. He saw the hurt in her eyes and reached for her hand, but she yanked it away and turned her back to him. Then Chaz watched in disbelief as Kehanee grabbed a loose board, took off her sun hat, and headed back toward the barn seeming intent on violence.
"Kehanee!" He started after her but retreated when the board swished through the air only a few inches from his head. Okay, she was pissed. Understandable. But that didn't mean she should go get herself hurt, or even killed.
He'd seen the way the thing had torn up the house and ripped the door right off its hinges. It was strong, and from everything that Little Bear had said, dangerous. For some reason it hadn't outright attacked him, but that didn't make Chaz feel any better.
"Kehanee! Stop!" He went for her again, ducking and tackling her when she raised the board to swing.
"No!" She cried angrily as he wrestled the board away and hauled her up across his shoulders. "No like!"
"I don't like it either," Chaz responded, feeling shitty as he carried her back to the house. After a few moments she stopped struggling and hugged her arms around him instead.
Once at the house Chaz told his uncle and Little Bear a PG-13 version of what had just happened. Alarmed, they set off at once to inspect the barn, leaving Chaz to hold the fort until they came back. Kehanee had calmed down but she still wasn't speaking to him. He could understand why she was mad. Hell, he'd probably feel much the same way if the situation was reversed. But it wasn't entirely his fault. He'd basically been date-raped by a supernatural creature posing as her. How could you really defend against something like that?
And the morning had started off so good, too.
* * *
The two searchers returned a short time later to report that the Caocoro was nowhere to be found.
"At least we know its visible," his uncle said, looking grim. "But unfortunately that doesn't help us much. It can disguise itself as anything or anyone. We must be especially careful now, and never go off alone."
Chaz almost jumped as his uncle came up and unexpectedly put a hand on his shoulder.
"I shouldn't have sent you out by yourself. That was foolish of me. I'm just glad the Caocoro didn't hurt you."
There was a knowing look in his uncle's eyes that made Chaz uncomfortable. The man was far from clueless and it probably wasn't too hard to guess the parts of the story that Chaz had left out, especially with Kehanee now giving him the cold shoulder.
"W-well," he stammered, eager to change the subject. "What should we do now?"
"We should wait. It came back once, it will likely do so again." His uncle answered.
"And we should arm ourselves," Little Bear added, hefting his shotgun meaningfully. "All of us."
* * *
Chaz watched as Kehanee drew and took aim, then sent a steel hunting arrow thudding nearly dead center into the straw target. He couldn't help but wince at the thought that she would likely prefer using him for target practice after the unfortunate events of earlier that day. Still, he was impressed by her skill. She'd refused the guns his uncle had offered her, seeming to like nothing about them. Then he'd procured an old hunting bow from somewhere and Kehanee's face had lit up for the first time since that morning.
Another arrow twanged and thunked. Chaz sighed. At least she was working out her aggressions on the target and not on him. He'd had about all the excitement he could handle for one day. Or one lifetime. Besides his mental scars, his shoulder still ached from practicing with the old lever-action rifle his uncle had provided. Besides kicking like a mule and looking like something right out of an old western, Chaz had discovered that he wasn't a very good shot. He could likely hit the broad side of a barn if properly inspired, but he hoped he'd never have to.
The sun was starting to set so they packed up and headed back to the house. Chaz retreated into the downstairs bathroom to shower as Kehanee headed upstairs for the same reason. She still wasn't talking to him. He stuck his head under the spray and wondered what he could do to fix things.
Surprisingly it was gruff, laconic Little Bear who came to his rescue, pulling Chaz aside just before dinner and handing him a few sheets of notebook paper before leaving without a word. Chaz quickly saw that the pages were full of translations, a sort of primer on how to speak Kehanee-ese. Jubilant, Chaz immediately began to practice, even skipping dinner with the excuse of an upset stomach so he would have more time.
A few hours later he was standing in the hall outside Kehanee's room...or at least the guest room that she was staying in while his was still boarded up. Chaz raised his hand to knock on the door, then hesitated. He felt as nervous as he'd been on his first date. He really, really wanted this to work. Kehanee had very literally fallen into his life for a reason. It was weird. It was magical. And he loved her more than he could fully express, in any language.
He knocked, wondering if she would even answer.
"Ekah?" Came the muffled voice from the other side of the door.
"Its Chaz," he responded. "I want to talk." He closed his eyes and thought hard. What was the word for talk? "Keho na," he added haltingly, hoping that he had it right.
There was a short pause, then the door opened. Kehanee stood there, looking tired but beautiful in a set of deep blue silk pajamas that were at least three sizes too big for her.
"Can I come in?"
She nodded and stepped aside, closing the door as soon as he was through. She looked puzzled as Chaz immediately got down on his knees in front of her.
"Sen ah oh nakah," he began. You are everything. "Na kah hu ah..." I want only you...
There was more, but Kehanee stopped him by touching first her fingers to his lips, and then her mouth, kissing him deeply and tenderly as she knelt down and joined him. He pulled her close, savoring her scent and the soft warmth of her body.
They kissed for a long time. Finally Kehanee broke it, resting her forehead against his.
"Sen oh ah nakah," she corrected gently.
"Sen oh ah nakah." Chaz repeated, rising and pulling her to her feet. Her oversized pj top had slid down somewhat and he began kissing at the exposed skin, starting at her neck then moving down along her shoulder to her upper chest just above the gentle swell of her left breast. Kehanee leaned into him, responding to his touch as she slipped her fingers behind his head and ran them lightly through his hair.
"Kah na vona ah," Chaz said between kisses, looking up at her face. I want to make love to you. She smiled shyly, her eyes sparkling as the color on her cheeks rose. It seemed he'd gotten that part right, at least.
A moment later he was lowering her onto the bed. He kissed her forehead, her eyelids, her cheeks, her nose. Her warm lips met his, the tip of her tongue gently seeking his mouth. Chaz lay partly on top of her, his stiff erection brushing her thigh as they kissed soulfully, their arms and bodies entwined.
Chaz began undressing her slowly, relishing the sight of her. The real her. Kehanee's skin was flushed and flawless. Her chest rose and fell with her breathing, her round tits seeming to push themselves at his hands as he slowly caressed them, feeling her nipples quickly harden into firm points. He traced his fingers down over her smooth stomach and over the flaring curve of her hip, seeming unable to keep his hands off her.
Kehanee gasped as his fingertips brushed through the soft, sparse patch of hair between her legs, then moaned quietly as his hand slipped down to cup her mound, gently exploring the delicate, petal-like lips that were already swollen and wet. Unable to control himself any longer, Chaz dove down and buried his face in her dark pubes, kissing her all over. Her scent was maddening. Enticing. Irresistible.
He moved downward, mouthing the dewy, salty-sweet lips of her pussy as she gasped and clutched at the bedsheets. He devoured her, drawing his tongue over her warm, slick folds, licking long and slow as her body shuddered and her hips rose, pushing herself at his mouth. Her responses thrilled him beyond belief. Chaz would have happily spent all night licking and sucking her, but his relentlessly throbbing dick had other ideas.
Chaz sat up and hurriedly began taking off of his shirt and pants. Kehanee sat up with him, her hands encircling his waist as she began raining kisses all over his exposed chest. He gently took her chin in his hand and pulled her to his mouth, sucking heatedly on her velvety lips and nimble tongue as he lowered her once more to the bed.
They broke the kiss and looked down, both of them watching anxiously as he brought his cock to her glistening pussy and pushed in with one slow, smooth thrust. Kehanee groaned sharply and clutched at his shoulders. He could feel her tensing up around him, her muscles gradually relaxing and opening as he slid deeper in. Finally he hit bottom, his entire length firmly embedded in the squeezing clutches of her tight little pussy.
Oh God. It felt too perfect for words. They looked each other in the eye as Chaz began to move, thrusting with an ever increasing tempo. Kehanee swung her legs out wide as if wanting him even deeper, and he caught her ankles and pushed them upward until she was bent almost double with her calves resting on his shoulders. He kissed her, fucked her, made love to her. He watched her beautiful face as her body contorted in pleasure, her lips parting in breathy gasps and moans.
Chaz drank in every detail, savoring every moment so that he could remember it forever. He never wanted the moment to end, but as their bodies came together faster and faster he felt the rushing surge of his orgasm and surrendered to it, cumming deep inside her with a groan of sheer ecstasy. At the same moment Kehanee's fingers dug into his upper arms, gripping him tightly as she responded with a violent, shuddering climax of her own.
He collapsed on top of her, breathless. His mind was literally blown. Best. Sex. Ever. Kehanee lay limply underneath him, gasping, her body still quaking with tiny orgasmic aftershocks that he could feel all along the length of his slowly softening cock. Finally they curled up together and drifted off to sleep, with Chaz feeling happier than he ever had in his life.
It seemed he was forgiven. He guessed he owed Little Bear. Big time.
More to come.
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