Into the Shadows:

The Coming Dark ©

Chapter Five

By Fiction Writer #13

(M/F, M/g, m/g, mast, incest, brother, sister, uncle, niece, teen, preteen, voyeur, exhib, paranormal)

Bethany snuggled closer to her brother's warmth under the large comforter before attempting to delve deeper into her dark past, memories of which were never far from her conscious mind.

"I had only been in the orphanage for a few weeks when the headmaster called me into his office.  I always tried to be a good girl, not like some of the other kids, so I was 'fraid when I was told to go see him.  He smiled and asked me how I was doing, was I adjusting well, did I make any new friends?

"After I answered all of his questions he asked me if I would like to live with some friends of his.  He told me that they had raised a lot of the kids that had come to the orphanage just like me, and they would like to meet me in person.  I was real nervous, but told him that that would be okay.  The next day I was called back to his office and introduced to Martin and Samantha Schafer.

"They seemed really nice even though they sounded funny when they talked.  Samantha… they told me to call them by their first names, brought me a doll to play with.  They asked me the same questions as the headmaster, and then asked if I would like to come home with them to live.  They were really nice, but I'd made so many friends at the orphanage that I didn't want to leave.  When they told me I could come back anytime I wanted to visit, I said okay.

"I drove with them to a place called New Joyzee... did I say that right?"

Smiling, Steve nodded yes to her questioning look.  The question surprised him as it was from his little girl, not the seemingly older girl that had been talking.

"Anyway... that's where they lived.  Their house was big, I mean, real big.  Bigger even than our new house.  They gave me my own room and lots of toys and clothes.  They were really nice..."

Bethany drifted with the memory for a moment before shaking it away.

"Umm... oh yeah, I had a teacher who would come everyday and teach me things that I should have learned in school.  That was fun, I liked learning how to read and stuff.  My teacher said that if I kept doing well that I could go to a real school one day, and that made me want to try even harder.

"When summer time came we went to the beach.  I'd never seen the ocean before, it was so big!  Their house wasn't too far from the beach, so we went there every day after my lessons.  It was so much fun!  I really liked the waves and specially all the sand!  The boardwalk was lots a fun too, I like funnel cake.

"By the end of summer, Martin... I mean Mr. Schafer, starting acting funny around me.  I'd been out in the sun too long and got sunburn, it hurt real bad and I had to put creamy stuff on it to make it feel better.  I asked Martin if he could put some on my back and he said he would.  So I hopped up into his lap and took off my shirt so that he could put the stuff on.  He started rubbing it onto my back and shoulders, and then he asked me to turn around to do my front.  I spun around so that he could rub it on my chest.

"It felt really nice to have his hand sliding around on my tummy and chest, so I told him so.  He kept rubbing me all over and his other hand started rubbing my leg too.  He had a funny look on his face, and he was breathing strangely.  When I shifted on his lap to get more comfortable I felt something hard in his pants and asked him what it was.  He got real scared and pushed me off and told me to go to my room.  I was surprised and confused, but I didn't want to make him mad so I went."

Up on the couch, Steven listened with rapt attention.  Mary's hand squeezed his under the heavy blanket they shared.  He was thankful for the grip she had on him.  It was a reminder to keep himself under control, to keep the dark thoughts he'd once savored locked safely away in his mind.  Thoughts that had not been free since Mary was hospitalized for her chemo; thoughts from a time when the only sexual pleasure he could seek came from the Internet.  Dark thoughts from a dark place, when the normal fodder no longer held his attention, and he stumbled on images and videos of innocence being lost.

At first sickened, he soon found that he couldn't look away.  Drawn ever downwards by this newly discovered aspect of himself, his collection of forbidden materials grew.  He'd been afraid of the FBI breaking down his door back then.  Seizing his computer and outing him as one of those monsters that found children arousing.

Once Mary recovered, he buried that part of himself deep in the ground behind the house along with his hard drive full of filth to keep it company.  Now that beast was stirring once more, trying to fill his mind's eye with a bare chested little red head girl with emerald green eyes, squirming on his lap.  His hands caressing nipples that would one day rest atop breasts, but for now only marked their future location.

'No', he told himself, 'that part of me is dead.'

His slowly stiffening cock thought otherwise.

"I sat in my room all alone trying to figure out what I'd done," Bethany continued. "I don't like it when people are mad at me; specially not when they've been as nice to me as Martin had been.

"I thought about everything that happened.  It didn't make any sense to me why I'd been sent to my room.  I mean, one minute he was rubbing me all over, and it felt good, and then he got scared and sent me away.  That's when I remembered the hard thing that I sat on.  He got scared when I noticed it.

"At first I couldn't imagine what the thing was.  Then I remembered what had happened to my Daddy's thingy on my birthday.  It had gotten all long and hard when he'd seen me naked.  My Mommy told me that it was because he thought I was pretty.  Then they hurt me.

"I was afraid that maybe Martin wanted to hurt me too.  His thingy had gotten all hard while he was touching me.  He must have thought that I was pretty too.  So I started to cry, but then I remembered that he was scared when it happened.  That was why he sent me away.  He didn't want to hurt me and he was afraid that he might if I stayed.

"He was protecting me," Bethany smiled, "... and he thought I was pretty.

"The next day Martin said he was sorry and that I hadn't done anything wrong.  He told me that he was just cranky because Mrs. Schafer had been teasing him about how much time he'd been spending with me.  She thought he had a crush on me.  Samantha had been joking, but I still blushed anyway."

Bethany was blushing now as well, a slight smile crinkling the corners of her mouth.  She drew her knees up to her chest and hugged her bent legs tightly.

"From then on I watched him closely.  He acted nervous around me, trying not to let on that he actually did have a crush on me.  I would catch him looking at me from time to time, especially when I went swimming or when I wore my pajamas.  I thought that it was nice to have him look at me that way, it made me feel pretty.  Once in a while he would call me his little princess, and that made me feel all squishy inside for some reason.  I guess I had a crush on him too.

"I never asked him to rub lotion on me again, even though I wanted him to.  I didn't want him to get scared again."

When Bethany had first snuggled up against him under the comforter, Tommy had put his arm around her.  It seemed like the natural thing to do at the time.  His hand rested on the floor beside her hips for most of her tale, but then she had pulled her knees up to her chest.  In that process a few things happened all at once.  First her nightshirt slid down exposing her bare legs.  The second was that she had shifted slightly, so now his finger tips were making the faintest of contact with her bare thigh.

For some reason it felt to Tommy as if sparks were being conducted from her skin into his hand.  He froze in fear.  Though she was his sister, this was the first intimate contact he had ever had between himself and a girl.

He was confused by the feelings and emotions his body and mind were struggling with.  He wanted to pull his hand away, but something was stopping him.  A desperate desire to touch her more was building inside him.  He tried to will it away, but in the end it won out.

Still hidden by the comforter, his fingers slowly began to move.  At first nearly imperceptible strokes grazed her baby smooth skin.  Then, after sensing no protest from her, he grew a little bolder and began to trace small circles upon her flesh.

"My home teacher said that I was her best pubal ever.  Did I say that right?  Pubal?"

"Pupil," Tommy spoke up, his voice sounding deeper than it usually did.

"Thanks," responded Bethany. "Anyway, she said that I could go to real school if I wanted to.  I was so excited!  I hadn't been to a real school since pre-school and couldn't wait.

"Samantha and Martin told me how proud they both were of me.  Samantha took me shopping for school stuff and even bought me more new clothes just for wearing to school.  Every time we got back from the store I would run up to my room and change into my new outfits.  I modeled every one for Martin and he told me how grown up and beautiful I looked in my new clothes.  I loved that part the best.

"School started and it was fun!  I got to make all kinds of new friends and play games, and sports.  Every morning Sam would drop me off and after school Martin would pick me back up again.  I would run up to him and jump into his arms and he would catch me and kiss my cheek, and ask how my day was.  All the way home he would listen to everything I had to say.  It felt so nice to have someone like that.

"Some of the girls at school talked about sex stuff when we were at recess, but none of them seemed to know much more about it than I did.  I never told anyone about the monster.  No one would have believed me anyhow.

"One thing that they did say was that they all tried to see their daddy or brother's thingies.  It was like a game they all played.  They thought that boy's things were funny looking and just plain silly, especially when they were all stiff and pointy.  Some of the girls knew some dirty names for boy's things and we all laughed when we heard them.  They talked about them as if they were the most interesting things that they'd ever seen, and wondered what it would feel like to walk around with something stuck between their legs like that.

"By the end of the school day I decided that I wanted to see Martin's thing for myself.  I wanted to see why the other girls thought that they were neat, when I only knew them to be things that could hurt.

"That day when Martin drove me home I was determined to see it no matter what.  He made us a snack once we got home and I sat on his lap while eating my peanut butter and jelly.  When he reached over me to get his glass of milk I shifted my hips a bit and I could feel him between my cheeks.

"I built up all the courage I had and asked him if I could see his thingy.  I probably should have waited for him to finish swallowing his milk, because he sprayed it all over the back of my head and the kitchen table.

"He stood up and nearly dropped me on the floor.  He was shaking and all red faced.  He yelled at me.  He said that I shouldn't ask such things, that it was bad.  Then he sent me to my room.

"Later on he came up to tell me he was sorry for yelling at me.  My question shocked him and he overreacted.  He told me that I really shouldn't ask people things like that, and that no, he would not be showing me his penis.

"Even though he told me no that day, I still wanted to see it, I just had to be sneaky about it.  I tried to catch Martin in the bathroom a few times, but he was always too quick for me.  One time when he was getting changed I opened his door without knocking, but he was already wearing his underwear so I apologized and left.  I think he knew what I was trying to do because he started getting really nervous around me again.

"He wouldn't let me sit in his lap anymore.  He said it was because I was getting too old to do that, but I knew it was because his thing would get real big when I sat on him.  One time Martin and Samantha were sitting in the living room and I ran in to show them the A+ I got on a math test.  I jumped right into his lap and bounced up and down while showing him my grade.  I could feel him getting all stiff under my bottom.  He picked me up and set me on the floor and told me not to do that anymore.  Samantha smiled at him and joked that he'd gotten a little too excited with my good grade.  I looked at where she was gazing and saw that his pants had a big bulge sticking out.  Martin's face turned red with embarrassment and he quickly left the room.

"Samantha told me to sit on her lap while she looked at my test.  Her hand stroked my back as she told me how proud she was of me.  She also told me not to mind Mr. Schafer because he was just an old fuddy-duddy.  I giggled and she kissed my cheek and told me to go wash up for dinner."

Mary gripped her husband's hand tightly.  Her heart beat a rapid tempo within her.  Bethany's tale of childhood curiosity was drawing something out of her.

'How old was I when I first saw one?'

The question shook her, took hold and pulled her down into her own childhood, broken fragments floating in the haze of thirty-eight years of memories.  She'd been young and curious too, once... a long time ago.

The fog of thought began to clear.  Her parents were away, he was the babysitter, it was late, he had fallen asleep on the couch watching a movie, and she was kneeling on the floor before him, bathed in blue flickering light from the TV.  She could see her tiny hand, moving slowly, carefully so as to not wake up her sleeping uncle.

Her hand slipped between his hairy belly and the elastic of his gray sweat pants.  She was amazed by the amount of heat she felt.  Slowly, gently her hand snaked downward, seeking that tube of flesh that made him a boy; that mysterious appendage that girls couldn't even imagine having dangling from between their legs.

Her delicate fingers made contact with his member sleeping within a nest of hair.  She was surprised by how soft the skin was, how squishy it felt in her grip.

She wanted to see it, but couldn't risk pulling down his pants any farther.  So she gently tugged on him, stretching the elastic skin until she could see its head peaking out at her.  The tiny slit in the top reminded her that boys pee out of these things, and she should be careful just in case.

She was about to pull her hand away when it suddenly twitched. Transfixed by the odd thing, she watched as it began to grow and swell within her tiny fist.

'It's so big!'

With a sudden rush she was transported back into her living room.  Once again she was her older self, the little girl a just memory.

Mary was shocked to find that she was no longer gripping Steven's hand with her own.  Instead it was now buried deep inside of his pants, slowly stroking his throbbing hard-on up and down.

"Martin tried to hide from me after that.  He started locking the door to the bathroom whenever he was using it, and his bedroom door when he changed.  If I walked into a room where he was sitting he would stand up before I could sit in his lap.  He even stopped catching me when I jumped into his arms after school.  I'd cling tightly to him, but he just let me slide down to the ground.

"I was hurt that he wouldn't hold me anymore, but I still caught him peeking at me when he thought I wasn't looking.  If he wasn't going to play fair then neither was I; so I started to give him something to look at.

"I'd let my skirts ride up so that he could see my panties, or accidentally get my clothes wet so that he could see through them.  I would do headstands and let my shirt fall down over my face, and I even started coming down to breakfast in just my underwear.  He'd turn all pink and run away with a big bulge in his pants, trying to hide it from me and Sam.  She thought it was really funny too, and would tell me to stop teasing the poor old fuddy-duddy before I gave him a heart attack.

"One time when he ran into the house after I showed him how I could touch my toes, Sam asked me why I teased him so badly.  I got scared and didn't want to say but she told me it would be okay and that she wouldn't be mad.  So I told her that I had wanted to see his thingy but he kept hiding it from me and wouldn't let me.  So I wanted to tease him until he let me see it.

"She laughed and told me not to worry about her ever being mad about things like that.  Sam told me that Martin was just really scared because if anyone ever found out that he showed a little girl his penis he would end up in jail for the rest of his life.

"I suddenly got real scared; I had no idea that they could put people in jail for that.  I felt bad for what I had been doing to Martin; he was always so nice to me.  Sam told me not to get upset, that even though Martin was scared, he still liked what I was doing to him.  I asked her how she could know that, and she laughed. 'Because he always gets a stiffy, silly!' she giggled, and hugged me.

"She let me up and told me not to tease Mr. Schafer anymore.  That she would have a talk with him and explain everything that I had told her.  She told me not to worry about him getting upset with me, that she and Martin loved me and would never hurt me.  Sam asked me if I trusted her and I told her yes.  She then told me that later tonight, when the clock in my room said twelve, to come into their bedroom and quietly wake her up if she was sleeping.  When I asked her why, she just smiled and told me to keep it a secret from the old fuddy-duddy."

When Mary's hand had left his own he was grateful, her grip had become quite painful.  The downside of her letting him go was that he lost his anchor in the storm of increasingly dark imaginings set to his daughter's story.  His cock soon reached full hardness within his flannel pajamas, and he hoped no one would notice the lump under the duvet.

'They'll never forgive me if they find out that she's turning me on.  That my own baby girl is turning me on.'

When his wife's hand returned it scared him out of his mind.  She wasn't seeking to regain her firm grip on his hand, but rather slowly seeking out the open fly of his PJs.  She briefly felt his hardness before popping the solitary button that held it inside.  Her fingers explored under the fabric, slowly tracing the length of his prick before wrapping around his shaft.  Steven could barely contain himself as she began to gently stroke him.

'Oh God, she knows!  She knows I'm a disgusting pervert and... and... and… she's okay with it?'

A shudder ran through his entire body.

Mary felt her husband shaking beside her as she continued to slide her hand up and down his shaft.

'What the hell am I doing?  Why am I jacking off my husband with my kids sitting at our feet?'

She wanted to pull her hand away as soon as she realized what she was doing.  She wanted to, but for some reason she still continued to masturbate him.  He felt hot against her palm, a heat equal to the one growing between her own legs.  Her excitement built with each stroke of her hand, the fear of being caught by Tommy or Bethany causing her panties to become soaked.

'Why is this getting me so hot?' she wondered.  With her left hand busy on her husband, her right slid under her silk nightie to begin seeking her own release.

Tommy's caressing had grown bolder.  The lines he traced grew in size.  His fingers were now gliding slowly from the top of Bethany's knees all the way down to the elastic edge of her panties surrounding her thigh.  Every once in a while he would dip around to the underside of her leg and stroke down until his fingers brushed the gentle curve announcing her butt.

'She feels so soft... '

He was trembling, his heart pounding in his eardrums.   His dick had swollen and now pressed painfully against his own thigh, trapped by his pant leg.  He could feel precum running down his skin; he knew it would be leaving a large wet spot for all to see.

Bethany straightened out her right leg, resting it on the floor, but her left remained bent.  Tommy froze in fear at her sudden movement, his fingers just touching the leg band of her panties.

Had that been a warning to stop?

Tommy jumped as she touched his forearm with trembling finger tips and began to trace her own designs on his skin.  He tensed at her touch then sighed softly before his fingers once more began to dance on her flesh, drawing a soft gasp from her lips as well.