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Subject: {ASSM} MIB Ch.08 by Rachael Ross (See Ch.00 For Codes)
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Monsters in My Bed and Other Stories
Chapter 08 - Monsters in My Bed

Copyright 2008 Rachael Ross All Rights Reserved






It was a dark and stormy night and everytime the thunder crashed it
shook the whole house. The electricity was out and now my small candle
was just a pale stain on the nightstand. The only light came from
outside, from the staccato flash of lightning, and shadows seemed to
jump out of the walls at me. I covered myself up with my blanket, but
that was worse. I would rather see the monsters than not see them, I
thought. But maybe I didn't.

"Are you okay?" a quick whisper brushed my ear and the bed creaked.

"Ahhh!" I screamed, but it was only a soft cry and very short.

"Sorry," my brother was touching me. "Move over."

"I'm scared," I whispered, making room for him under my blanket.

"I know," he was getting on his side to face me and I was doing the
same thing. "You always get scared when it thunders."

"Yeah," I swallowed hard and all of a sudden there was a huge crack,
sharp like the sky being ripped open and I did scream then.

"Shhh...Come on," he took me in his arms and pulled me close.

"I don't like it, Robby!" I said and I was crying, even though I
wasn't a little girl anymore.

"I know you don't," he said softly and his arm had gotten under my
head and the other one was sorta under my arm, so that he was wrapping
me up tightly.

"Make it stop!" I begged him and I jerked with another awful roar that
seemed to come from everywhere all at once.

"Shhh...You make more noise than the lightning does," he teased me, but
I didn't even smile.

His face flickered suddenly and I prepared myself, but it wasn't any
good. My old brass bed rattled and one of the pictures on my bedroom
wall fell down with a bang and the shrill snap of breaking glass. My
mom's picture was busted somewhere in the dark and I moaned with
terror because she was dead and maybe she wouldn't like having her
picture broken like that.

"Kiss me," Robbie said and I was trembling and pressing my wet face
against his neck, sobbing with my hands clenched between my small
breasts like I was praying.

"Erin, come on," he said a little louder, stronger like he could give
it to me. "Kiss me, that'll make it go away."

"Mmnnpph!" I shook my head and I could feel his hand sliding down my
back, scritching the soft silk of my nightgown with his fingernails,
but then there was more thunder and all I could hear was that.

"Yeah, it will," he promised me. "Like this..."

He sorta lifted the arm that was beneath me, pulling back from me too,
so that he could turn his face down and kiss my forehead. I shivered
and Robbie kissed my nose. I lifted my eyes and it was dark, no
lightning and maybe that was why I let him kiss my mouth. He did it
quickly, just a little one and as soon as we were done with it there
was a sharp flash and the thunder was right on top of it, pressing me
down so I couldn't breathe.

I kissed him then; Robbie didn't kiss me. I pressed my mouth against
his and the lightning stopped, the thunder was going away, echoing
through the night outside. My heart was pumping hard and my face
flushed and wet with tears, but Robbie didn't care. His hand kept
going and now it was under the hem of my nightie, his hand on my small
round butt, holding me there and pulling me against him.

I felt the strange sensation of his tongue tickling my lips and I
realized his mouth was open and just when I thought I'd stop and ask
him why, another peal of thunder snapped through the night like a whip
and I opened my mouth to scream, but all I found was my brother's
tongue filling me. My terror was silenced somehow, or at least muffled
as I clutched myself to him in that moment. My left arm was over his
body now, my claw-like fingers digging into his back. My leg too was
over his, so that my legs were spread and I was trying to wrap myself
into a ball around the only person who could protect me.

"Yeah, Erin...Whew! See?" I could hear my brother's smile in the dark
and his hand on my butt was massaging me, rubbing slowly up and down,
his fingers pressing the cotton of my panties between my cheeks.

"There's still lightning," I protested and as if to prove my point we
were suddenly blinded by another stroke just outside my window.

"Yeah, I know," Robbie whispered, kissing my face as I jerked with
fright, drawing the older boy even tighter against me, if it were
possible. "Just hold onto me, I'm here. It's better, right?"

"Yeah, maybe. I don't know," I said weakly, keeping my eyes shut and
searching for his mouth with mine. All I could see were bright
twinkling stars white and blue against all that black.

He had been right though, it was better when he held me. I was still
scared, but when Robbie kissed me it was like he was taking some of it
too. I could give it to him, like part of my screaming and a few of my
tears maybe as they ran from my face onto his. Maybe it wasn't like
that at all, but it seemed like it and I kissed him quickly when
another violent shriek filled my ears.

And he was moving, but I didn't hardly realize it. I was moving too,
shaking and shivering and trying to crawl up and around and through my
brother like kitten in a flood. I was drowning in the terror, mindless
and without reason, but filling me with such distress that nothing was
certain. Doubt clouded every thought and feeling. I couldn't trust my
senses and the monsters were still there, lurking in the dark until
the lightning brought them close and gave them violent voice.

My brother would keep them away, I thought. The same way daddy had
told me mom's picture would keep me safe. She was watching over me,
but not anymore. She was broken on the floor and daddy was a thousand
miles away and my brother was all I had. He was protecting me and the
thunder didn't seem so loud when we kissed and the lightning wasn't so
bright and the monsters weren't happy that my brother was in my bed.

"Robbie?" I felt him between my legs but I didn't know why. I didn't
understand and I hadn't noticed what we were doing.

"Wait," he whispered. "Like this."

"What are you doing?" I asked him, and I wasn't moving anymore. I was
still and quiet and the night was waiting with me.

"I'm gonna make it better," he promised.

"Robbie!" I swallowed hard because I did almost know what he was doing
all of a sudden, but I didn't want to. "No! Stop it! You can't!"

I was pushing at him with my hands, arching my back and trying to kick
my leg against his. I was open, my legs spread with his body between
my thighs and my panties were old and stretched, worn thin and
comfortable. That's why I liked them, but now they were pulled away
mostly. My brother had used his fingers to pull the crotch aside while
I worried about lightning and thunder and monsters in the walls. His
thing was hard, his boy part, but not a boy's at all, not anymore. I
felt the thing thick and hot against my skin. It was crouched and
coiled and already nipping at my private place and it wasn't ever
going to let me go.

He was waiting for it, the lightning cutting through his eyes; and
Robbie roared with the thunder so that his face became all twisted
suddenly and wrong. My brother's gaping mouth threatened to swallow me
whole and underneath, inside me someplace else and new, I understood
that all my fears had finally taken form.

My scream was lost in it, lost to him as the monster covered me with
his lips and teeth and tongue. He drank my terror and spilled my blood
forever. We were changed and I stiffened against the pain, as
brilliant and brief as anything the storm had offered, and then it was
rolling away with the thunder of my innocence dying in that black and
endless night.




end
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