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The following is fiction of an adult nature. If I believed in setting
age limits for things, you'd have to be eighteen to read this and I'd never
have bothered to write it. IMHO, if you can read and enjoy, then you're
old enough to read and enjoy.
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All persons here depicted are figments of my imagination and any
resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly a blunder on my part.
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Official stuff: Story codes: teen, mff, mF, inc.
If stories like this offend you, you will offend ME if you read further
and complain. Copyright 2003, by Gina Marie Wylie.
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I can be reached at gmwylie98260@hothothotmail.com, at least if you
remove some of the hots. All comments and reasoned discussion welcome.
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Tuesday, March 19, 2002
When I awoke, it was because JR bounced the bed; the sun wasn't up yet,
even if my sister was. I cracked an eye at the clock, it was ten after
five.
Jennifer rolled over on her back, and JR grinned at her. "Was Tom good,
Jennifer?"
Jennifer nodded.
JR smiled. "I told Jennifer if you were good, I'd give you a reward."
With that she shrugged out of her own nightshirt, to stand bare next to the
bed. Then she tossed the sheet that had been over me back on to Jennifer,
then climbed in with us.
For the first second, I thought she was going to sit on my face, but I
was wrong; what happened was that she placed her bottom over my face, and
her head over my erection, and started to work on it. Oh my God! I
thought, sixty-nine! I'd never understood it, but now I did! What JR was
doing with her mouth was lovely, and there was her bare pussy just inches
from my eyes.
I lifted up off the bed, put my hands on her hips and gently pulled her
into contact with my mouth. Again, the position was different than what
I'd experienced up until then, not to mention the view.
For one thing, my eyes were focused on the dimpled rose bud of JR's
backside, causing me to remember what it had been like with Penny, when I'd
been in the wrong place.
Still, I concentrated on my tongue in her pussy; mildly wishing I could
reach her clit as well from this position, but it was impossible.
Whatever I was doing, JR seemed to like it. She stopped sucking on my
erection for a second and moaned; when she started again it was with a
renewed vigor that made me come in just a few minutes.
As I soared down from my high, I heard a fast series of "Oooh!! Aaahhh!
Oooh! Aaahhh's!" coming from close by. I turned my head and was rewarded
by seeing that Jennifer had pulled her nightie up around her waist, and her
fingers were pistoning in and out of her pussy. Even as I watched,
Jennifer started to pant, "Ah! Ah! AHHHHH!!!!" The last one rising in
volume and intensity as she came.
"Now this," JR said with a laugh, turning around and laying down between
Jennifer and me, "is the right way to start the day!" I smiled and Jennifer
giggled.
JR leaned over and kissed Jennifer lightly on the forehead, then did the
same to me.
"I'm going to tell you two of Jennifer's secrets," JR told me, her face
inches from mine. "One is that growing up, her parents never, ever, not
even once said ÔI love you' or gave her a kiss or a hug. Jennifer needs to
be hugged, cuddled and kissed; she has a lot to make up.
"Second, is that unlike Penny, me, Mom, Kim... some others I could
name... Jennifer doesn't want to do it with a boy. But she isn't as
finicky about being hugged and cuddled."
"I don't know about kissing, either," Jennifer said softly.
"I told her you were cool," JR went on. "And unless it was something
she wanted, you'd never even try to get more friendly than Jennifer
wanted."
"That's true," I told them. "I might want to, but I wouldn't."
JR smiled, and Jennifer nodded. "So, you're going to understand that
Jennifer and I are off to take our morning shower," JR said with a giggle,
and helped Jennifer out of bed.
I got up myself, puttered around my room, and in a few minutes, Jennifer
called out from the hall that the bathroom was clear. I glanced up, and
saw her standing in my door, nude.
I swallowed; of all of the girls I'd known in the last weekend, Jennifer
was far and away the prettiest. JR had a completely bare pussy, Penny's
was nearly bare. Marsha's had been a thick mop of curly hair. Jennifer
had a thin veining of very dark hairs, a cute curlicue of color
accentuating her pubes. She had protruding pussy lips, a dainty flower of
femininity, like a lotus blossom. Breasts that were shaped like some ripe
fruit, with largish, very red nipples.
I came erect in a fraction of a second; Jennifer saw it and smiled and
shook her head, before she turned around and headed for her bedroom. I
sighed mentally, contemplating a back side with two wonderfully tight
globes of her ass. God, what it must have been like as a cave man, when
you could bop a desirable woman over the head and drag her off to your
cave!
Even as I thought that, I remembered JR's mouth on my erection, licking
and sucking. Marsha's; Penny's. Wouldn't want to do that with a woman I'd
bashed over the head and dragged back to the cave! A lot to be said for
taking your time and getting her interested and motivated to want to do the
same things to you, that you wanted to do to her!
At lunch Tony sat down next to me, and handed me an envelope. "That's
from Marsha," he said, as I looked at him, curious. "They came in late
last night, and we took them to the airport." He sighed. "I got my car
back."
"Thanks," I told him. I debated opening the letter, and decided not to
while Tony was there.
He confirmed my thinking a second later by adding, "Marsha said you were
to read it when you could be alone." I could see his curiosity, but I had
no more intention of assuaging it, than he would be interested in giving me
a blow by blow description of him and Sue Ellen.
"Gotta find Sue Ellen," he said, echoing my own thoughts. "Back in a
few."
He vanished and I opened the letter.
"Tom,
I thought and thought about how to start this, I didn't want to use
ÔDear Tom,' because that might make you think I was telling you I don't
ever want to see you again.
The other night was something I'd never imagined would happen, oh, I
wanted to do it with you, but I didn't really expect to come, or that it
would feel so good; I thought only another woman would know the things that
would make it possible for me to enjoy being made love to.
It was possible; you were as good or better than anyone I've ever been
with; if you were here, I'd want to drag you into bed and do it again and
again and again.
I went out with you wanting to do it, just to say I'd done it, so I
could tell my friends boys were interesting, but they were better. I
thought it would be easy to walk away from you, never see you again.
Better, I thought, for both of us.
Except I wish you were here, with me now. I want you so much, Tom... I
just don't know what to do. I dream of you kissing me, rubbing my breasts,
sucking on my clit, your tongue in my pussy; your hard male member plunging
into me. Oh God, how I want these things!
I don't know how it will work, but I'm going to find a way to come back
and visit. In the meantime, here is my address and phone number, please,
please, please write me!
Your lover, Marsha."
Underneath her name was an address in Seattle, an email address and a
phone number.
I stared at the letter, and reread it a couple of times. Hot!
How, I wondered then, do you write someone and tell them, you were my
first. Then I made love to my thirteen year old sister, and liked it
better than with you? Then I made love to my thirteen year old sister's
thirteen year old lover in the ass. That I woke this morning to a blow job
and watching another gay thirteen year old masturbate herself to cumming? I
gulped; life was interesting, life was complicated, and sex didn't
necessary make things easier. More fun, maybe, but more complicated as
well.
There was simply no way to write to Marsha and tell her that I no longer
cared; if for no other reason than because I wasn't sure what I thought any
more. Sex with Marsha had been the first in my life; if I knew then what I
knew now, it would, I was certain, have been better for both of us.
Tony and Sue Ellen sat down at the table, and I saw Tony was looking at
the letter. "Personal," I said seriously.
Tony nodded and didn't say anything. We talked for a while about the
forthcoming basketball games lined up for the weekend; as sure as shooting,
the varsity boys were going to get stomped; but the girls looked sure to be
in the finals, and maybe were good enough to go all the way to State.
I stopped at the middle school, was surprised for a half second to see
Jennifer with JR and Penny, but then remembered. Too much on my plate! I
thought, but I smiled and we went home.
To my intense disappointment, everyone was there. Mom and Dad, Uncle
Craig and Kim.
"Family meeting time," my dad said, and waved the three of us to seats
on one side of the table. I looked around; the geometry was interesting.
Mom and Dad and Uncle Craig were on one side; Kim was at one end, JR,
Penny, Jennifer and I were on the other side, facing the three adults.
"We talked to your parents again today, Jennifer," Mom said. "I don't
want you to think we were doing it behind your back." Jennifer nodded. "To
put it simply, they don't want you back. They feel that you've made a life
style choice that is incompatible with theirs."
"No big deal," Jennifer said, her voice indifferent.
"Except," my dad interjected. "children are not kittens that you can
take out to the woods and turn loose. ÔIncompatible' or not, they have
obligations in regards to you."
"I don't want to go back," Jennifer said, looking at Dad. "I'd do
anything not to have to go back."
"At your age Jennifer, it isn't possible for you to live on your own,"
Mom said gently. "Dave and I have offered to let you stay here. There
are, however, some conditions."
Jennifer's expression turned as wary and defiant/fearful as she had been
yesterday afternoon. "First, we talked with Kim. We asked her not to see
you for a few days, at least."
"Why?" Jennifer was now very angry.
"Because intergenerational relationships aren't something people should
engage in without a lot of thought," that was Uncle Craig. "There is not a
person sitting on this side of the table who hasn't indulged themselves a
time or two... and it will happen again. All we are asking is for you to
think about it for a few days, and then you can do as you please, both of
you. With my blessing, amongst others."
Jennifer blinked, and so did I. Kim and Jennifer weren't the only
Ôintergenerational' relationship? What did Uncle Craig mean by that?
Dad took up again; it was like watching a wrestling tag team. "We have
secured from your parents a limited power of attorney, allowing us to deal
with your school, doctor, dentist, the like. You are, technically, simply
visiting us, as if you'd gone to visit someone in your family for the
summer.
"We have rules in this house, rules that you will have to follow.
Chores, school work, everything," he went on.
"And if I don't agree?" Jennifer asked, still wary, but less angry.
"Your choice," Dad told her. "Then, reluctantly, we would notify
Children's Services, and you'd end up in the foster home program."
"As poor a choice as you could make," Kim said. "Dearest Jennifer,
please be patient. Relax, chill. Spend some time thinking; it won't make
any difference to me. I care about you, and that's not going to change."
Kim paused. "I love you, Jennifer."
Jennifer put her head down on her hands and started crying.
Reflexively, I reached out and put my hand on her shoulder, gave her a
little squeeze. I saw JR had done the same thing.
"We all love you, Jennifer," JR told her softly.
Jennifer lifted her head up, tears streaked down her face. "I don't
know why... I don't understand."
"Kim spoke to us about your parents," Uncle Craig's voice was gentle.
"That's not how we raise our kids, Jennifer. Never. Here, you are among
people who will care about you, love you, if that's what you want. We are
more than willing to have you a part of our family, Jennifer. If it's what
you want."
For the longest time, Jennifer looked at each of us in turn, one after
another, starting with Uncle Craig, and ending up with Kim. "Yesterday,"
Jennifer said, her voice quivering. "Joanna told me I was being silly;
that in this family, love is something that is common as dirt, and
treasured as gold. She told me that I could spend the night with Tom, and
he'd put his arms around me and hold me and comfort me... and out of love
and respect for me, that's all he would do.
"I didn't believe her. I told her that I'd had lovers who told me that
boys aren't like that; they want sex and don't care how they get it.
That men dominate women, subjugate them. That, for boys, there is just
sex and power, and anyone who gets in the way of that gets raped or beaten
or both."
She motioned to Kim. "Kim told me different. Penny told me different.
Joanna told me different." A pause, "And Tom showed me different."
"There are good people in the world, Jennifer," Mom said. "and bad
people. Some are men, some are women. Some are old, some young. Some
people are vile and evil, some are saints; most someplace between. You
have to judge people as individuals, Jennifer. Not as groups."
Jennifer nodded, staring intently at Mom.
"In this family," Mom went on, "the women and when old enough, the
girls, have always set the limits. With each other, with the men in our
lives. I personally argued Kim's side, that there be no waiting period.
Jennifer, it would please me if you would take a day or two to think about
it; but if you were to go to Kim right now, I wouldn't mind. The others
here would accede you the right to make that choice, but they think you
would be making a mistake.
"This is a family," Mom waved around the table. "This is barely a
quorum of all of us, there are others you haven't met. Yet. Stay with us
and you will. And you will find that they will come to love you, just as
Kim has, as Penny and Joanna... and Tom; each in our own way and in our
own time." She beamed at me, and I felt proud of my self control.
"I want to stay here," Jennifer told us. Then sighed and added,
"There's really no choice."
"No smart one," Kim said with a smile.
"I'd like to go lay down for a while," Jennifer told us. There was a
concerted nod around the table.
She got up, stopped, then looked at Mom. "Would you come cuddle with
me?" Mom met Jennifer's gaze, then nodded. The two of them vanished into
the back of the house, while the rest of us sat stiff. I was as sure as I
could be that there was going to be some Ôintergenerational' cuddling and
then some, going on. That it was going to be my mom and a girl my sister's
age.
That was going to take getting used to.
It was Uncle Craig who broke the silence that developed. "I have a 1 am
red eye to catch later. I was wondering, Joanna, if I could take a nap on
your bed?"
"Sure, Uncle Craig," JR told him. "I've got some stuff on it. I'll
move it."
They got up together, and headed for her room. With a start, I wondered
if Uncle Craig was going to get any sleep from his Ônap?' Intergenerational
with a vengeance! I looked straight ahead; Dad and Kim, Penny and I.
Could it really be?
"Tom," Kim's voice was soft and level, "if you have a minute, I'd like
to thank you for being nice to Jennifer."
I started to say that JR had already done that; then I realized that
wasn't what Kim was talking about. I stood up, met her eye. "We could
talk privately in my room if you like."
Kim nearly guffawed, Dad did chuckle. Penny contributed, "Cool line,
Tom!" Nonetheless, I led the way to my room.
Passing the door across the hall, my eye was drawn to the three inch gap
there. Mom was kissing Jennifer, her hand on one of Jennifer's breasts,
stroking it. I stared for a long second, then opened my door. Kim walked
ahead of me, and when I came in, it was she who pushed the door closed, and
latched it.
"Jennifer knows I have other interests," Kim said bluntly. "On the
other hand, she's not as much of a voyeur as you guys are."
Kim reached out and started undoing my shirt.
I contemplated what a cool, debonair, suave man of the world would do
right then; I decided that tackling her and pulling her into bed wouldn't
make the list. She was very quick, then equally quick in taking her own
things off. She reached out, took my hand, and led me next to the bed.
"Just last week, Ellen told me," Kim said, standing holding my hand
loosely in hers, facing me, "that so far as she knew, you were a virgin. A
date Friday; I understand you got in around midnight. Joanna said the next
day she went down on you, and you talked her out of her panties. Sunday,
Penny told me that she was just going to go down on you, until she found
that Roger was going a lot further with Joanna than they had agreed.
Personally, I think it was a dumb agreement, but that's not how you
renegotiate an arrangement. So, she said, she did it with you. Both say
that you are in a class by yourself.
"Joanna, of course, has no experience to base that on. Penny doesn't
have much more of a base line."
I reached out, and stroked her cheek, then deliberately scoped Kim out.
She was my mom's age; but still trim and fit, just a little thickening
around the waist. Of all the women I'd seen naked to date, not many as
she'd pointed out, she had the largest breasts, breasts that were a little
pendulous. Huge nipples, very light in color. A bush more like Marsha's
than her daughter's or JR's, very thick and large.
I finished, looked back to her face again. "Kim," I said evenly, and
she met my eye. "I don't talk about who I've been with or what we've
done."
She smiled. "I think that was a polite request to do the same," she
waved at the door. "They are going to know we are here, together."
"That's okay," I told her. "But if asked, I'm simply going to shake my
head, and if pressed, tell whoever that it's none of their business. Even
if they catch us doing it at high noon in the commons at school."
Kim was silent a long moment. "Here I am, stark naked with a sixteen
year old boy who's sporting a huge erection, and I'm the one being taken to
task for gossiping too much," she sighed. "I think you're right though;
for years we've talked among ourselves, this and that personal detail.
It's second nature. Maybe for us, okay. You, Joanna, Penny, and above all
Jennifer... maybe not such a good idea."
I nodded, and she smiled. "All that being true, now what?" She asked.
I glanced at the bed, and she giggled, sounding very much like her
daughter. "Morality stops at the bed's edge," Kim said quietly.
I shook my head. "What happens in the bed, stops at the bed's edge. I
never said I didn't want you." I stepped close and lifted her chin and
kissed her hard, as she'd shown me before. It didn't take long for her to
warm to the task; then we were exchanging tongues; hands running over each
other's bodies.
"God," Kim muttered after a second, my erection in her fist, "you have
no idea how flattering it is to get this kind of a reaction from a boy your
age."
I ran my hands over her breasts, hefting them, chaffing her very large
nipples. I'd never seen nipples expand like hers did, one second they were
bigger than a silver dollar, but relatively flat. Now they grew like small
mushrooms; a hard erect center, perhaps three quarters of an inch tall and
almost that around.
I leaned down and kissed one, then sucked it into my mouth, while
working on the other with my free hand. Kim started running her fingers
through my hair, finally groaning in pleasure. "And you're sure you
haven't been talking to anyone else? Taking notes?" she said, looking at
me, eyes bright.
"No," I told her.
"Well, I have and I did. I'm told that when you've licked my pussy,
I'll know I've been licked!" She sat down on the bed, spread her legs,
pulling her pussy lips wide apart. "Eat me, Tom!"
For the next half hour, I did exactly that. Kim tasted very much like
Marsha had, her pussy was like Marsha's too, large and accommodating to my
tongue. It was hot and furious. Like the others, when I was busy with her
pussy, Kim was occupied stroking her own breasts. When she came, she
shuddered and gasped, "More, harder!" Her breathing was a fast pant.
I found I could work her clit with my thumb, while holding her pussy
lips apart to get my tongue inside her. Kim's next orgasm came a few
minutes later. I hit a rhythm and for quite a few minutes Kim was twisting
and writhing in ecstasy as I brought her off.
Suddenly, she reached down and hauled me bodily up, grabbing my
erection, pushing it into her pussy. "I hope to God," Kim said, starting
to move against me, "your cock is as good as your tongue."
She had her hands on my butt, pulling me tightly into her; after I
stroked into her a few times, she wrapped her legs around my butt too, and
we moved fiercely and passionately together.
Except, Kim was like Marsha; much larger inside than JR or Penny. There
was a lot of friction, but not quite the right amount to get me off; of
course, this meant I spent a lot of time trying to come. After a few
minutes, I saw Kim was looking at me.
"You can't get there," she murmured, breathing hard and fast.
"Close," I said, a little winded myself.
She grimaced. "Before Penny, everyone said I was so tight. Since then,
no one has said anything like that." She slowed, moved. "Put your legs
outside mine." It was distracting to move like she'd asked, but I did. At
once, I noticed things fit much better, there was much more contact; her
legs were closed now.
"Better?" Kim asked and I replied breathlessly in the affirmative.
Suddenly I remembered the other day, with Marsha.
"Oh yes! Cross your legs!"
Kim chuckled. "Not yet, Tom! Still a ways to go, before we sleep
tonight!"
She started moving; I started moving. The sky moved; I surely did.
Then Kim crossed her legs and it was like with Marsha, only ten times
better. I think I emptied my entire life's blood into her; Kim was shaking
and trembling, still trying to hump me back.
I collapsed across her, suddenly more tired than I'd ever been in my
life. I felt her hands stroke my forehead, then a kiss. "You have a right
to be tired, Tom! That was really, really fine!" She kissed my forehead
again.
I found my eyes about an inch from one of her breasts; it was a natural
move. I lifted my tongue a few inches, took her into my mouth and started
suckling. Kim gave a very throaty chuckle, hugged me tight. "Enough,
already!"
I looked up at her, curious. My fatigue gone, I was ready to do it
again. Kim saw my expression and laughed out loud. "You, Tom Ferguson,
are a sovereign remedy for feeling old! That and you are a randy goat!"
She kissed me lightly. "Tom, Jennifer is a fragile person right now.
She knows, in her heart, we love her. But she's not sure. Today wasn't
good for her, not good for her at all. I think it's best that she didn't
have to hear us rutting and enjoying ourselves for too long."
I thought and thought, then I lifted my eyes to hers. "Kim, I know you
and Mom are ever so much more experienced than I am. So is Uncle Craig,
and Dad." I pictured them, then. Mom with Jennifer, Dad with Penny, Uncle
Craig with JR. My heart stopped, and I felt dizzy; crazy jealous. Then
the world turned right side up. Yeah, I'd done it with them and others.
Who was I to limit someone else's choices? Did I want them limiting mine?
Either I could choose, and so could they... or we all stayed home and
played mumbeldy peg.
I felt Kim's belly bounce against mine. "Not, mind you, that I don't
intend to come back for a repeat!" She kissed me again, and I kissed her; a
very thorough kiss. She got up and dressed, and I watched her as she did.
Kim smiled at me, blew me a kiss. "Later, Tom. And Tom..." I looked at
her. "You're a good man, Tom. Keep up the good work. If Jennifer wants
to cuddle again tonight, give her a kiss from me to her, on the tip of her
nose." With that, Kim was gone, and I fell back on my bed, exhausted.
I awoke much later. I was surprised at finding a warm body with me in
my bed; more surprised at finding it was Jennifer. I leaned close, kissed
her on the nose, like Kim had said. Jennifer's eyes snapped open, visible
even in the dim light of my room. Fear, stark fear; replaced very quickly
with recognition.
"Tom," Jennifer said quietly. "You surprised me."
"Good evening, Jennifer," I told her, then kissed her on the nose again.
"The first time, that was hello from Kim. This time it was hello from me."
Jennifer smiled at me, and I felt ten thousand times better than I
usually felt. Not all like if I was making love; but pretty good anyway.
"It's a little after ten," I told her. "I don't know about you, but I
missed dinner."
I was unprepared for Jennifer to giggle. "I thought you ate out with
Kim?" she whispered.
I spluttered, then decided, what the hell? If Jennifer knew, what was
the point of pretending? Even as I thought that, I saw her eyes. Her
words might have been joking but she looked absolutely terrified. I could
see that Jennifer was close to the edge of something; something not good.
"Jennifer..." She looked at me, curious, but again there was something
dark, buried behind her eyes. "Joanna wants me to call her JR, just me,
because she says that I'm a very special person for her.
No one else is supposed to call her that." Jennifer nodded, not sure
where I was going.
"I haven't talked to you much, I know from the things people have said,
you've had a rotten life. Here," I waved around the house, indicating more
than just my bed, "here I want you to be my Jenny, a special, unique
person, the only person I will ever call that."
She stared at me. "Jenny will always mean you, to me. We can be
friends, real friends." I grinned then, and realized I really meant it.
"As near as I can tell, just about everyone in this family is having sexual
relations with the rest. For you and me, Jenny, it will always be what you
want. I promise you that you can come to me anytime, ask me to hug and
cuddle you, and I will. No sex."
"I like sex," Jenny said quietly.
I shrugged and asked the obvious question, "With me?"
She bit her lip. "I don't know if I'd like it with any man, but if it
ever happens..."
I reached out and touched her fingers. "Jenny, it's never going to
happen. And I know why; I know what you've never told anyone."
Her eyes widened for a moment, again the fear blazed in them. I watched
her force herself to relax, then she shook her head. "There's nothing."
"Yes there is. Did he tell you he'd hurt you, if you told anyone?" Her
eyes changed back to the dark, wild thing I'd seen before. There was more
than fear there, abject terror, anger and frustration. More raw emotion
than I'd ever known in my life, outside of an orgasm and as different from
that as night from day.
I waved towards my door. "Ask, ask anyone. I don't tell. Not even to
my family, nothing. It's your life, Jenny."
She buried her head on my shoulder, crying buckets, sobbing and shaking.
We sat there for most of an hour, before Jenny finally sat up. She looked
at me, reached out and touched my face. "All my life, no one cared. Not
about me. Oh, everyone wants to have sex with me; but..."
She shook her head in frustration. "I like it with Kim and Penny.
Joanna. Your mom was nice... but it's just sex they want."
I shook my head. "Kim loves you, really loves you. JR, I know
personally; she likes sex, but she doesn't do it with someone she doesn't
care about. Mom?" Again I shook my head. "Mom is the nicest person I
know. Penny, too."
"Then why did Kim come in here with you?" Jenny asked seriously.
"Sex," I agreed. "I'm a little mixed up right now about it myself; as
near as I can tell, my family believes in having sex with anyone they love.
It's nice, really nice, making love to someone." I pursed my lips. "I
don't know why they do it with so many different people, I don't.
"But there's love here, real love between them, it's more than just sex.
There is care and love and understanding and concern; everything in the
world that makes the world a good place to live.
"I can't begin to imagine what it was like for you before. It must have
been... horrible." I waved at the door a third time. Was a genie going to
appear? I smiled inwardly at the thought. "But I do know that no one in
this family is going to let someone bad through the door into our house,
someone who could hurt you."
Jenny hugged me tight, but this time there were no tears. When she
started to speak, her voice was hollow. "As long as I can remember. As
long as I can remember, since I was five or six. Penny was so proud of
learning how to go down on a boy; I've been doing it as long as I can
remember. I was seven when I was big enough to be fucked the first time.
And almost every day since."
I hugged her, hugged her tight. "Jenny, no one will ever force you to
do anything here," I grinned then, "except homework and housework."
She smiled slightly, then her eyes started to leak again, her voice
changed to a dead monotone. "I had a cat. At Christmas my brother told me
that if I ever told anyone, he was going to show me what would happen to
me. He cut off her head, chopped her up into pieces and ground them up.
Then flushed the pieces down the toilet. He told me if I ever told anyone,
he'd do it to me too. He made me watch! He made me watch!" Jenny kept
crying then, crying and crying and crying.
I told myself over and over and over again, I will not vomit. I will
not get up and find her brother and rip his living heart out and step on
it, spit on it.
I petted Jenny like I would a cat, stroking her hair, murmuring soft
sounds of tenderness and affection. Sometime around one in the morning,
Jenny fell asleep in my arms. But there were still tears running down her
cheek.
I write this in the dark of the night, alone with my thoughts, a person
a few feet away who's been hurt more terribly than I can imagine. Tonight
is darker than any other, tonight I feel like the caveman in his cave,
growling at the entrance if anyone so much as looks this way. I can't
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