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Watching Book Two (Mf, incest, cons, young, preg)
By Alan Mathews
The Watching Trilogy Timeline
------------------------------
ÚÄ(January)
³ o Book One: The Meeting begins, Alex and Jenny meet
³
ÃÄ(2 Weeks, Late January)
³ o Jenny moves in with Alex for first time after parents kick her out
³ (13 Years old, Alex 18)
³
ÃÄ(1 Month, early February)
³ o Jenny moves back in with parents
³
ÃÄ(3 Months, early May)
³ o Alex leaves for college in New Mexico
³
ÃÄ(2 Months, July)
³ o Jenny moves in with Alex again after parents abuse her
³
ÃÄ(2 Months, September)
³ o Jenny turns 14
³
ÃÄ(3 Months, December)
³ o Alex turns 19
³
ÃÄ(One Month, January)
³ o Year turns
³ o Jenny and Alex's first anniversary of their meeting
³
ÃÄ(1 Month, February)
³ o Jenny and Alex find out Jenny is pregnant
³
ÃÄ(8 Months, early September)
³ o Skyla born
³ o Alex and Jenny get married 2 weeks after Skyla is born
³ o Jenny turns 15
³
ÃÄ(9 Months, July)
³ o Skyla starts talking (In recent drafts of Book One only)
³
ÃÄ(1 Month, August)
³ o Skyla starts walking (In recent drafts of Book One only)
³
ÃÄ(1 Month, September)
³ o Skyla turns 1
³ o Jenny turns 16
³ o First marriage anniversary for Alex and Jenny
³
ÃÄ(2 Months, December)
³ o Alex turns 20
³
ÃÄ(1 Month, January)
³ o Year turns
³ o Alex and Jenny's 2nd anniversary of their meeting
³
ÃÄ(5 Months, April)
³ o Alex meets and makes up with his Father
³ o End Of Book One
³
ÃÄ(6 Months, September)
³ o Skyla turns 2
³ o Jenny turns 17
³ o Alex and Jenny's second marriage anniversary
³
ÃÄ(2 Months, December)
³ o Alex turns 21
³
ÃÄ(1 Month, January)
³ o Year turns,
³ o Alex and Jenny's 3rd anniversary of their meeting
³
ÀÄ(4 months, April)
o Book Two Begins
Book Two
The Return Of The Past
----------------------
"Humans have a saying. What is past, is past. The Membari also have a
saying. What is past is also sometimes in the future."
-Delynn, Babylon 5
Chapter One
-----------
"Why do you want to take a year off school after you finish high school?
Don't you want to go on to college?" my husband asked, confused. I love
him, but he can be so thickheaded sometimes.
"I want to spend more time with you and Skyla, Alex. I feel like I
barely know you two anymore. I come home, get her dinner, and put her to
bed. I hardly get any time to play with her-or you, for that matter." I
tried to distract him by smiling seductively, tossing my hair back in the
way that I knew always turned him on. He sighed.
"But why not just the summer? We'll have plenty of time then."
"But I want a year, Alex. Skyla is over two years old, and it seems
like I haven't spent half the time you have with her. I see how close she
is to you, and want to be that close to her. If I take a year off, you can
go back to going to college during the day and finish up school in only
three quarters instead of six. You could get a better job that makes you
work fewer hours, and then we'll have more time together since you won't
have to go to school or work as hard."
"But I like staying home with Skyla," he protested.
I moved closer to him, snuggling up against him in the way that usually
made him melt, or at least distracted him. "I know you do. But don't you
think it's my turn to stay home with her for a while? Before she goes off
to kindergarten in a few years?"
"Kindergarten?" He had the stricken look on his face that he always got
when he thought about his little girl growing up. I laughed.
"Don't worry, it's still three or four years away. But I'd like some
time with her and you. I haven't seen you as much as I would like either.
We hardly talk anymore. We don't spend nearly as much...time...together
as
we used to. We're too busy, and I don't like it."
"Maybe you're right. I have missed you, with school and everything else
going on. It seems like the only time I get to see you is after Skyla goes
to sleep. Even then I have homework." He paused, thinking. "We do need
some time together, just Skyla, you and I. We could go someplace for
spring break. It's coming up in only a month or so."
"Where could we go? We aren't exactly rolling in money right now."
"I don't know if you'll like the place I'm thinking of." He had the
tone of voice he always had when he was worried about telling me something.
"Where do you have in mind?" I asked cautiously.
"Well, Kallie and Amanda have been bugging us to let them come down to
see us again. It's been more than two years. We could go visit them
instead."
I opened my mouth to protest. "Now hear me out, Jenny," Alex
interrupted. "We have the house. Kallie and Amanda would be overjoyed to
have us so close, and Skyla would get a lot out of being in the woods for
a
week or two. I have vacation time stored up. The drive would be a long
one, but I think the car could make it."
"But you know how I feel about being so close to my parents!" I felt a
little ill just thinking about it.
"I know Jenny. But they wouldn't get near you. I promise. I won't let
them hurt you again."
"I know that, Alex. But that doesn't keep me from being afraid."
"I can't blame you Jenny, considering what they did to you. But think
about it, will you?" he paused and stood. "I have to go to school. I'll
see you around seven."
I gave him a weak smile and kissed him goodbye as he walked out the
door. Skyla was still asleep, so I had some time to think.
Alex and I had met on a school bus almost four years before. The bus
broke down in early January, and I had forgotten my heavy jacket at home.
I was freezing, and he was kind enough to give me his coat when he saw how
cold I was. I think I started to fall in love with him at that moment.
No
one had ever been so kind to me. Well, people had, but it always seemed
to
be because someone wanted something from me. It wasn't that way with Alex.
I felt bad when I saw how cold he was becoming, so I offered to share
it
with him. After all, it was his coat. He was reluctant at first, but I
managed to persuade him. After a few minutes, I was on his lap so the coat
could be closed in front. Before I knew it, I was fast asleep. I had
never felt as safe as I did when I was in his arms.
A couple of weeks later my parents found out about a 'sexual encounter'
with my best friend, Kallie. My mother called the school and told me I had
better find someplace else to live, because I was no longer welcome at
home. I got on the bus that night not knowing what I was going to do.
Alex came to the rescue again. He comforted me, took me in, fed me, and
gave me a place to sleep.
I went into his room that night when I wasn't able to sleep. Knowing
how well I had slept when I was in his arms last time, I hoped that I could
do the same thing. I also wanted to show him how thankful I was that he
had taken me in. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't attracted to him, even
before he shared his coat with me. One thing led to another, and before
I
knew it, I was coming under his fingertips. He didn't seduce me; in fact
I
think we seduced each other. I had never been so forward before, even with
the one or two boys I had made out with before. But something about him
made me feel adventurous, while still feeling safe at the same time. Not
long after, we fell asleep together.
The next day, I made a mistake in what I said to him about why I had
come into his room and he took it the wrong way. We fought about it-one
of
the few fights that we've ever had. We patched it up, and I lived with him
for over a month, despite his father coming home and finding out about us.
We fell in love. But then my parents came back after the rumors had died
down about Kallie and I. I never told them that the rumors were true, they
were too religious, too morally "upright"; at least, that was the way they
saw it. I knew they would never let me back in the house if they knew for
certain that they were true. They invited me back home and I went, not
wanting to be a 'burden' on Alex, despite his protests to the contrary.
Things were okay for a while. My parents treated me fine, and then Alex
left for college. I was lonely, and went to Kallie to help me with my
loneliness. I never told Alex that I slept with Kallie a few times after
he left. I didn't know how he would react, despite him telling me that he
supported me if I wanted to sleep with another girl. Alex doesn't know the
whole story, but we were walked in on again, this time by Kallie's mother.
She, of course, overreacted and blabbed it to everyone, including my
parents. That's when things turned really ugly at home.
When they came to pick me up, they didn't say anything. But when I went
to my room, they locked the door behind me. I tried to get out but
couldn't; they had boarded up the window as well. I broke down crying when
the taunts started, day and night, being called through the door.
They fed me very little, only letting me out to use the bathroom, and
sometimes not even then, leaving a pail in the corner. They would either
throw me in the shed out back or in my room, depending on how they felt at
the time.
Then came the worst part, the part that I could never tell Alex. My Dad
would slip into my room at night when he was drunk, and...molest me.
I couldn't stop him, he was too strong. I begged him to stop, but he
would just taunt me, asking if that's what my girlfriends did to me. He
never actually raped me. That was too high above his 'religious
standards,' even when he was drunk. Instead he and my mother raped my
mind, wore me down until I was little more that a crying heap of flesh on
the floor. Then they started to beat me.
One night they made a mistake, though. When they tossed me crying onto
my bed after another beating, they forgot to lock the door. I slipped out
and ran as fast as I could down the road, not knowing where I was going.
Some woman stopped and picked me up. I refused her offer to take me to a
doctor, asking her to take me to Kallie's instead. I snuck in the window
of Kallie's room and waited for Kallie to show up. Kallie saw how I looked
and started sobbing. I joined her, telling her the whole story. She got
me on a bus to Alex, I moved in with him, and my life has been a dream ever
since. I got pregnant, and we were married less than a month after Skyla
was born. I've never felt any desire to go back.
Only Kallie and Amanda know the true story of what happened. If I had
told Alex, he might have gone and killed them both. If he had, I would
have lost him too, and I wouldn't have been able to bear that. So, I swore
Kallie and Amanda to secrecy.
I know my husband well. Better than anyone else does, I'm sure. Alex
is a very gentle man, with a strong sense of justice and right and wrong;
at least what he considers right and wrong. He grew up outside 'society'
in many ways, and lived mostly alone for many years, his father being away
working. What he learned came from books from his father's library. He
turned out very well considering he never got much love, even when his
mother still lived with him. But he won't admit how much his childhood,
both before and after his mother left, still affects him. He doesn't know
that he cries out in his sleep, calling out his mother or father's name,
asking them to come back to him. Sometimes he even cries. If I woke him
up, he would be embarrassed. That's just the way he is. So, I cuddle up
to him when he has those dreams, whispering soothing things in his ear, and
he eventually settles down.
I know how he likes to be kissed, how he likes to hold me, and be held.
I know just the way to stroke his back until he purrs like a kitten. I
know that if you kiss him between the shoulder blades, he'll shiver every
time. I know that he likes it when I lick and suck on his nipples, even
though he'd never admit it. I know how to make him come quickly, and how
to make him last a long time. I know he likes eating me out more than
he'll ever say. I know that he likes it when we're making love with him
on
top, and I whisper in his ear how good it feels to have him inside me while
I lick and nip his earlobe. And I know how much he loves Skyla and I.
But sometimes it seems like he's holding back. Every once in a while
I
walk in on him while his mind is off somewhere else, with a look of pain
in
his eyes that's so intense I feel like crying just looking at him. I have
to snap him out of it by slipping my arms around him and giving him a hug.
When I look into his eyes then I can see the pain recede slowly, but it's
always there, lurking somewhere in the background. I ask him what he's
thinking about, but he always evades my questions. I let him, knowing that
if he doesn't want to talk about it with me, then he must have his reasons.
Alex would never let anything hurt Skyla or I, if there was any way in
the universe he could stop it from happening.
I remember a time a few months ago when we went to a nearby playground
with Skyla. We put her in the sandbox and sat on a nearby bench, talking
and watching her out of the corner of our eyes. Another little boy, around
five years old, seemed to think she was invading his turf. Suddenly he
picked up one of those heavy metal toy dump-trucks, holding it over where
Skyla was playing happily in the sand. Before I could even react, Alex was
gone. He dived and tackled Skyla, protecting her with his body. Less than
a second later, the boy dropped the truck on Alex's head, where Skyla had
been seconds before. It dropped with a thunk, nicking his head, but he
didn't seem to notice. By then, Skyla was crying. I rushed over and
picked her up, dusting the sand off her. I lost track of Alex for a few
seconds. Then I saw him hauling the kid off by the back of his shirt,
apparently toward where his mother, the only other person in the
playground, was sitting reading a book. I hurried over, hoping that I
could stop it if it got to ugly. If someone tries to hurt Alex's family,
they usually end up regretting it.
"Is this your kid?" Alex demanded.
She looked up from where she was reading. "Hey, let go of him!" she
yelled. He did, and the kid ran to his mother and started to cry. "What
did you do to him?" she demanded.
"I didn't do anything but haul him over here. Your son tried to drop
a
toy on my daughter's head. If I hadn't been as quick as I was, she could
have gotten seriously hurt."
"So, your kid is your responsibility, not mine. Next time make sure she
doesn't get around Alvin!" she said snottily. By this time, I was getting
angry, but Alex was absolutely steaming.
"So you're not going to do anything about this?" he demanded through
gritted teeth.
"About what? I don't see a problem!"
Alex opened his mouth to say something uunpleasant, but I grabbed his
arm.
"It's not worth it Alex. People like that can't be dealt with," I said
quietly, cooling him down a little.
"You're right, Jenny. Let's just go home." We turned away, looking
down at Skyla. "Are you okay, honey?"
"I'm okay, Daddy," she said, climbing into his arms and giving him a
hug. He melted, as he always does when Skyla hugs him. We walked away,
Alex still carrying Skyla. He paused, turning back to face the mother and
the little boy.
"It's parents like you who raise children to become adults like Hitler!"
he called angrily. She ignored him, but the little boy gave us the finger
and snickered, his eyes suddenly dry of tears. Alex growled under his
breath about irresponsible parents during the rest of the walk home.
Alex doesn't know how to deal very well with ignorant or just plain
stupid people; he hasn't been around them much. He doesn't understand why
people are so cruel to one another, or why people discriminate against each
other. He doesn't really know why war or genocide exists, or why there are
evil people in the world. He knows the facts about them-the reasoning.
But he doesn't understand the emotions that cause them.
Alex has never felt afraid of someone because they were different. He's
never felt the need to have control over someone else, like so many people
seem to. He's much like a young child, so innocent and naive. Maybe
that's why he and Skyla can play for hours at a time, working on something
as simple as a coloring book. In many ways, Alex is a child trapped in an
adult world. And that's one of the things I love most about him.
End Chapter One
Chapter Two
-----------
I heard Skyla padding toward me from her bedroom, where she had been
taking her afternoon nap. She'd grown so much in the last few years. Her
hair was long now, reaching a bit below her shoulder blades. Her
vocabulary had grown tremendously; sometimes it felt like I was talking to
a ten-year-old instead of a two-year-old. She'd already lost the awkward
way of walking that a lot of toddlers often have. She had such a sweet
face too, and those blue eyes of hers caught even me sometimes, and I'm her
mother.
"Hi Mommy. Daddy go to school already?" she asked, still rubbing the
sleep from her eyes and climbing into my lap.
"Yes honey. Just you and me for a couple of hours," I hugged her.
"Good. I miss you sometimes," she hugged me back.
"I miss you too," I said with a weak smile. I think that, more
than anything else, made me decide to go on the trip, as well as
solidifying my decision to take a year off from school.
"How would you like it if all three of us went on a vacation to where
your Daddy and I grew up?"
"Really? All of us together? Yay!" she squealed and hugged me again,
giving me one of her famous sloppy kisses that she tended to give to
everyone she met. She embarrassed some of them, since she often kissed
them on the lips. "When do we go?"
"In a few weeks when your father and I get out of school on spring
break."
"Not tomorrow? Well, I guess I can wait that long," she frowned, a
little disappointed. I smiled and kissed her head.
I made Skyla dinner, while she was constantly talking and asking
questions about where we were going. Alex came home a little after seven
thirty, as he always did. The only time we ate together anymore was at
breakfast, and I missed being able to have dinner together, like we used
to. But Skyla won't eat unless someone eats with her, so I usually have
dinner at the same time she does.
When he walked in the door Skyla ran up to him, dressed in one of Alex's
old t-shirts to sleep in. It was so long that it almost drug on the floor,
her arms disappearing in the sleeves. She started drilling him with
questions about our trip. He picked her up and kissed her cheek, walking
over to where I was standing. Then he gave me a peck on the lips.
"So I'm guessing you decided to go. Are you sure?" he asked.
"Well, I've told Skyla and I can't back out now, can I?" I smiled wryly
at him.
"It'll be fun. I promise," he said, hugging me around the waist.
"Well, Skyla, I think it's your bedtime."
"Noooooo! I don't want to go to sleep!" she complained.
"Really? Then why are your eyelids getting so heavy?" he teased. I
followed him as he walked into Skyla's bedroom.
"They aren't heavy. I'm wide-awake. See?" she said, holding her
eyelids wide apart with her fingers, making Alex and I laugh. Alex set her
gently down on her bed, then Skyla tugged the t-shirt over her head and
rolled over. I pulled the blankets down so she could slide underneath.
"What story are you going to tell me tonight, Daddy?" Skyla asked.
Alex tells wonderful bedtime stories, usually centered on fairies,
knights, and castles. I don't know where he comes up with them, but
they're good enough to entertain even me.
I asked him once how he came up with them, but he just shrugged, saying
it was probably a result of reading too many fantasy books when he was
younger. Skyla loves them.
"Well, what kind of story do you want to hear?" he asked.
"Mommy was talking about where we're going, and about the forest. Tell
me about that." She had never really seen a forest; New Mexico doesn't
have a lot of them, and we almost never travel. Certainly it doesn't have
any on the scale of the ones in Oregon.
"Okay," Alex sat back and thought, closing his eyes to get a picture of
it in his head. He began to describe the forest that surrounded his old
house.
"I doubt you'll ever see as many trees as you will when you're in the
forest around where your mother and I used to live. Tall pine trees are
everywhere, with big leafy bushes crowded around them. You've never heard
any place so loud, yet so peaceful. You can wander into a forest and
you'll never hear a car, a door slam, or the sound of people talking. You
just hear the sounds of the birds singing in the trees, the crickets
playing their song, and the sound of the wind in the trees. Colors are all
around, and on hot days, you can smell the sharp scent of pine sap in the
air.
"My favorite place was by the pond a ways behind the house. I don't
think anyone ever went there but me. I used to go there in the early
morning during summer break, and watch the sun come over the trees."
Skyla had closed her eyes, imagining the place that he was describing,
with a small smile on her face.
"Little water-bugs would skitter across the pond, the sun glinting off
its surface. Once in a while a fish would splash as it tried to catch a
bug on the surface. There was a big oak tree right beside the water, some
of its roots trailing into the water. I would sit under that tree and read
a book during the hot days of August. There always seemed to be a light
breeze rustling the leaves, tinted with the smell of water, plants, and
life.
"When I was little and it had been hot for several days without a break,
I would run out in the middle of a heavy rainstorm, tear off my clothes,
and run around nude, letting the cool rain wash all the sweat and dirt that
had accumulated over the last few days off of me.
"Sometimes when I'm tense, I sit back and imagine what the forest felt
like after it rained good and hard. The sun would come out, and everything
seemed fresh and clean. Droplets of water would act like miniature prisms,
spreading small rainbows all around as they dripped off the leaves and fell
onto your skin, leaving a cool wet trail as they ran off into the soil
below. You couldn't help but breathe deep, getting all that city soot and
pollution out of your lungs. You always felt better after it rained."
Alex stopped and opened his eyes. Skyla didn't. She was sound asleep,
as she always was after one of Alex's stories. Alex and I both gave Skyla
a kiss on the forehead and tip-toed out of the room, Alex stopping to shut
off the light and close the door.
We sat down on the couch for our 'quiet time,', as we called it. We
made sure we got at least an hour of it a night, no matter what else we
needed to do. We cuddled together, enjoying the feeling of warmth and
closeness being wrapped in each other's arms gave us. I love his scent;
he
always smells clean and fresh, with a slight hint of after-shave.
"You miss living in the woods, don't you?" I asked him.
"Sometimes I do," he sighed. "You just don't see much in the way of
green plants living down here. At least not as many as where we grew up."
"Well, you'll get a chance to see the woods again. Just wait a month
or
so."
Alex turned toward me with a serious look on his face. "Are you sure
you want to go? I mean, you were almost dead set against it before I
left."
I sighed. "I thought about it. Then I decided that we needed to be
together more than I needed to stay away from that place."
Alex sighed, running a finger around the rim of my ear and making me
shiver. "I wish we had someplace else that we could go, but we don't,
unless we want to stay here."
"If we stay here you'll get called away, no matter how much you want to
be with us."
"I wish I could give you more, Jenny. But we're just scraping by on
what I'm making now, and with school it's even more difficult."
"Alex, all I ever wanted was you and Skyla. Not a fancy house or an
expensive car."
"I know that. Still, I want to be able to give you those things. But
I
also want you to do more than just stay home with Skyla all day."
"Alex, we've already discussed this. I'm taking a year off, and that's
that."
"Nothing's going to change your mind?" he probed.
"Nothing."
"All right," he gave in. "But after that year, promise me that you'll
at least take a few college classes?"
I gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Promise."
"Good. Now, do you want to go to bed early?" he said suggestively.
"If you think you're up to it," I purred, kissing his neck.
"If you keep doing that, I will be in a few seconds."
I giggled. "Well, let's get you into the bedroom and out of those pants
before you burst your zipper."
"Sounds like a good idea," he stood, still holding me in his arms.
"You haven't carried me in ages," I said, wrapping my arms around
his neck.
"I haven't done a few things in ages. I plan to do most if not all of
them tonight."
"Hmmm. Sounds like we aren't going to get much sleep then."
"If you want to sleep, we can always do it another time," he grinned as
he
kicked the door closed and lowered me onto the bed, kissing my collarbone
while he unbuttoned my blouse.
"No way in hell are you getting out of it," I laughed.
"I think someone's hormones are in overdrive," he chuckled as he
pulled my blouse open and began to suck on my nipples, making me moan. I
don't wear a bra; they're too uncomfortable. Alex has always told me I
don't need one anyway since they're firm enough.
"What, you don't like your wife being horny? Afraid that that cute boy
down the hall will steal me away?"
"No."
"And why not? Am I not pretty enough?" I teased.
"No, you're the most beautiful girl I know. I just know that that boy
doesn't know where all the spots on your body are that drive you crazy with
pleasure."
"Really. You don't think I could teach him?"
"I don't think you're patient enough. Besides, all a teenaged boy cares
about is getting off. I, on the other hand, know how to give you five
orgasms for every one I have."
"Really? Prove it!" I challenged with a grin.
"Oh, I will. I promise." he laughed, pulling my skirt and panties off
with one quick yank. I moaned as he climbed between my legs and lowered
his face to my pussy.
"My, you are wet," he said, burying his tongue in between my labia. I
felt his tongue wiggle into my vagina, making me buck and moan again. He
did know all the ways to drive me insane with pleasure. Lucky for me I
knew all the ones that would do the same for him.
I came quickly, releasing the lust that had been building up all day.
I
had to stop him from licking me to another orgasm. Not that I'd mind it,
but I wanted him inside me. I pushed on his shoulders, and he stopped with
one last flick of his tongue over my clit, making me gasp. I motioned for
him to stand up and crawled over the bed to him, standing on my knees. I
pulled his shirt up, stopping briefly to suck on his nipples until he
pulled it the rest of the way over his head while I went to work on his
pants. I unbuttoned them expertly and pulled them and his boxers down.
His cock popped up, nearly hitting me on the chin.
He moaned as I took it into my mouth. After a few seconds of furious
sucking, I pulled my mouth off of him, giving the underside of the head a
loving lick. I stood and kissed him.
"I want you inside of me," I whispered in his ear, burrowing my tongue
into his ear as if trying to follow my words into his head. He smiled and
took me in his arms, laying us both down on the bed with him on top of me.
I gasped as he pushed himself into me gently, gradually filling me up. I
have a small pussy, at least Alex says I do, and when he thrusts into me,
I
can feel every vein as he moves. I moaned again as he began the long, slow
strokes that I loved so much.
After a few minutes of constant lovemaking, I rolled us over so I could
be on top for a while. It's my favorite position, since he gets so deep
in
me it feels like he's trying to push his way into my womb. Bobbing up and
down on his cock, he wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me down
harder onto him. I leaned over so the topside of his dick rubbed against
my clit every time one of us moved. I came, shuddering on top of him while
my pussy contracted around him.
When I went limp on top of him, he kept lifting and dropping my hips so
his cock continued to pound into me, obviously trying to make good on his
promise of giving me five orgasms for every one he had. If he kept up the
way he was going, I had no doubt that he'd do it. I lay on top of him,
letting him do all the work as I kissed his chest, reaching down to fondle
his balls -- another thing he loved me to do.
Before long, I was shuddering my way though another orgasm. Even Kallie
had never been able to make me come as many times or as hard as Alex did,
and she had a very nimble tongue.
After I recovered from my last orgasm, I began to move as well. I knew
he was close to coming, and I wanted to come at the same time.
Then he had a surprise for me:. Hhe slipped a finger into my ass,
something that always drove me up the wall. I came almost immediately,
letting out a small cry as I did so. When I collapsed on top of him after
I had finished, he rolled over on top of me again, driving himself hard and
fast into my pussy.
'God, he is going to make good on his promise,' I thought to myself as
I
felt myself climbing for yet another orgasm. Enjoying the sensation of him
plunging into me, I listened to the sound of his balls slapping against my
ass on every thrust. Suddenly he grunted and pushed hard into me. I felt
his his cock expand, spraying his semen against the back wall of my vagina.
"Oh god!" I moaned, then went into convulsions myself as my orgasm
exploded in my head. Alex collapsed on top of me, nearly squashing my
110-pound frame under his 200-pound bulk, and rolled over to take his
weight off me. Throwing a leg over his, I kept his shrinking organ inside
of me, feeling the last drops of his come leak into me. I love the feeling
of warmth I get when he comes inside of me. The month that we had to use
condoms before the birth control pills took effect after Skyla was born was
hard on me, and on him. He loves to squirt inside me as much as I like him
doing it. We kissed and caressed each other in the afterglow.
"Still want to run away with that boy down the hall?" he chuckled.
"No. I think you're good enough for me," I said, snuggling up to
him and closing my eyes as his warmth soaked into me.
End Chapter Two
Chapter Three
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A month later, we were packing the car for our visit back home. Skyla
ran around Alex and I as we tried to get everything crammed in. We had
both decided to leave a day early since it would take us two days to get
to
our hometown if we took turns driving and sleeping. Alex had two weeks for
vacation, and I decided to skip school for the second week after Spring
Break ended, giving us a few more days for our visit.
In the end, we decided to rent a minivan for the trip. Our car was an
old clunker that usually barely made it to the supermarket and back, and
we
didn't want to risk a breakdown. Besides, it would save money in the long
run since it got better gas mileage, and we could use it as a mini-camper.
By taking out the first seat, we were able to get a big enough area for the
cooler, extra clothing, a couple of sleeping bags, and toys for Skyla. At
night, we reasoned that one of us could sleep while the other drove until
they got tired. I was glad that I had gotten my license when I had turned
sixteen.
The trip was long and tedious as car trips usually are, especially when
you only stop for gas, bathroom visits, and food. Skyla was a little
hyperactive for the first few hours, but quickly passed out on the
backseat.
The air conditioning was on overdrive for the trip through the desert.
The scenery was dull for most of the trip through New Mexico, Utah, and
Nevada. I spent most of the time lost in thought despite Alex's attempts
at conversation. I had seen the same scenery when I had come down on a bus
almost four years before at age fourteen, beaten, starving, and in need of
someone to love me again.
I went over the last four years in my mind, wondering at how much had
happened. I remembered when I came in the door of what soon became our
apartment, falling into Alex's arms. I relived the moment I had found out
I was pregnant with Skyla and the day she was born, one of the happiest
moments of my life. Then our marriage, and the days of Skyla growing up
in
front of my eyes. More than once my eyes grew teary.
Alex understood that I didn't want to talk about what I was thinking,
but drove one handed, with his other hand hholding mine, letting me know
I
wasn't alone.
Memories of my childhood began to surface as the desert turned into
prairie, and then into the forests of Oregon. Our hometown was located
near the Cascade Range, bordering on Washington State. Memories of picnics
and fishing trips, spending hours with my Father and little sister looking
out over the lake. Memories of hot days spent canning preserves in the
kitchen with my mother, which I hated, and hours sitting in uncomfortable
Sunday clothes in the old church on the edge of town, which I hated even
more. They hadn't been bad parents, at least up until the time I turned
ten or eleven. After that, we started to grow apart. Mom turned a little
odd, and Dad seemed to follow her example. What happened between Kallie
and I went against their beliefs in a way that they couldn't possibly
handle. That had been the end of what remained of our family relationship,
and the start of real trouble.
Stops were the interesting part of the trip. People would constantly
mistake us for two kids and their older brother when we walked in the door.
I've been told I look no more than fourteen years old, even though I'm
seventeen now. It's frustrating for me, although I think Alex likes me
looking as young as I do. But Alex looks his age at 21, and Skyla of
course looks like a two year old little girl, even if she doesn't act or
talk like it most of the time.
In Nevada, we had stopped to get gas. The station was nearby a
supermarket, so I told Alex I was going to get us a few snacks to put in
the cooler. He told me to go ahead, he'd meet us inside when we were done.
Then we could go to a nearby restaurant for lunch.
I picked up Skyla, since I didn't want to leave her in the car after
three hours of solid driving.
Skyla got the usual smiles as we walked though the automatic doors into
the (thankfully) air conditioned store. Skyla is always getting smiles
from people, especially older women. She's one of those children that
seems to make people want to walk up to them and coo. It drives me nuts
sometimes, but Skyla seems to take it well.
I picked up a cart and sat her in the child seat then wandered the
isles, picking up a few things as I went. Shortly after I was ready to
check-out, and stood waiting for Alex to show up while the woman at the
cash register rang up the food.
"Your little sister is adorable. Did your mother send you down to get
a
few things for dinner?" she asked me, smiling at Skyla. She smiled back.
I saw Alex approaching from one of the doors and looked back at the
woman distractedly. "What?"
"I said..."
"Hi hon," he said, walking up and giving me a quick kiss. The
woman looked shocked. Of course at that moment, Skyla decided to start
begging for a piece of candy.
"Mommy, can I have some gum?" she pleaded. The woman's jaw dropped.
"Mommy?" she said incredulously. I felt a little sorry for her, but
couldn't help feel that she deserved it. Granted, I'm a little young to
have a two year old daughter. I had her when I was barely fifteen, after
all. But if she thought I was around fourteen... well, let's just say she
had a right to be shocked, considering how most people felt about underage
girls having children.
"No Skyla, we're about to eat lunch." For once she gave in without a
fight, thank God. I turned back to the woman.
"Yes, she's my daughter. This is my husband," I said, motioning at Alex.
He smiled at her, trying to figure out what was going on. I decided not
to
tell her my real age, just to give her a good story to tell. She just
stood there, her mouth still gaping open. I took the bags and handed them
to Alex. "Would you take these out to the car Alex, and put them in the
cooler? I'll finish up here and meet you outside the restaurant. Oh, and
Alex..." I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a long kiss with plenty
of tongue. I stifled a laugh as her eyes bugged out more, if possible.
"Hmmm, I'm going to have to carry things for you more often," he grinned
and headed for the car. I looked at the amount displayed on the register
and paid her.
"Keep the change," I said, not wanting to wait for her to manage to
figure out the correct change. It was only a few cents after all. Picking
Skyla up out of the child seat and pushing the cart next to where I had
picked it up. I walked out, Skyla waving at the woman at the cash
register, who hadn't even picked up the money I had left on the counter.
"What was that all about?" Alex asked as we headed for a restaurant
across the street.
"The woman at the cash register asked me if my mother had sent me down
with my little sister to get a few things for dinner," I said simply.
"Why would she...oh. So that's why you kissed me," he snickered. "And
Skyla..." he started laughing. I couldn't keep a straight face, and ended
up joining him. The expression on Skyla's face told us that she obviously
thought her parents had gone insane, but that just made us laugh harder.
Skyla came alive after a day and a half of sleeping off and on, playing
with her toys, and complaining about when we would get there. The flat
land had suddenly gone hilly, then mountainous as we entered the wooded
lands of Oregon. She began pointing out things that Alex and I missed,
such as a small waterfall pouring off a cliff face we were driving past,
a
crick bubbling along its gravely bed, or a huge tree that towered over the
others. We stopped more as the wilderness encroached at Skyla's pleading.
We went wading in ice cold streams, or just went for a walk at a
historical site, smelling the fresh air. It was the first time Skyla had
seen a 'real' forest, and she was fascinated with all the wildlife. She
would squeal and chase a squirrel or rabbit, no matter where it took her.
She wasn't afraid of anything, and more than once Alex had to carry her so
that she wouldn't go running off into the woods.
Seeing something through a child's eyes instead of an adult's is like
the difference between looking through a clean and a slightly dirty window.
You can see as an adult, but you don't have the crystal clear, unprejudiced
view of the world that a child has.
The trip took three days instead of two, due to our stops. But we
didn't regret it, for the things that we saw and learned were worth it.
We arrived in town in the early afternoon. The drive through it had
revealed that next to nothing had changed over the last four years. Even
old Mr. Jenkins was still sitting drunk in front of the only bar in town.
I have memories of seeing him when I was four or five years old, still
looking as prune faced and fall-over drunk as ever.
A light cloud of dust hung in the stagnant air. A few scruffy children
ran past laughing, heading for god knows where. Twangy sounds of a country
western tune spilled out the open door of Alice's Diner. The signs on the
stores looked a bit more faded, a new pickup truck sat in front of the
barber shop, and the potholes were a bit deeper. It it seemed to be as it
had always been, a small, poor backwoods town on the fringes of a
progressing society, slowly dieying as it's main industry --, logging, --
died.
But soon it fell behind us, and we headed for Alex's old home, the house
that we had fallen in love in.
The house looked a little overgrown. The ivy I remembered had crawled
a
few feet higher on the walls, and the grass out front needed to be mowed
more than ever.
Skyla was sleeping in the back seat. She woke up after I climbed in
back and shook her shoulder.
"What is it Mommy?" she asked sleepily, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.
"We're here," I told her tiredly. She was wide-awake instantly.
"Really?" she jumped out of the car, trying to take everything in at
once, from the tall pines surrounding the house to the gravel of the
driveway. She ran up to the door and tried to turn the knob.
"Daddy, open it so I can go inside and look around!" she demanded. Alex
was busy unloading the car, but stopped long enough to reach into his
pocket for his keys. Then he went a little red in the face. "Oops," he
said sheepishly.
"You forgot the key, didn't you?" I groaned.
"I knew I forgot something."
"Daddy forgot the key?" Skyla asked.
"Yes honey," I turned to Alex. "Would the Walkers have a key?"
"They did when I lived here, just in case I somehow locked myself out.
But I don't know if they have it anymore."
"Well, we might as well ask. Besides, we need some eggs and milk."
"I wanted to introduce them to you anyway. Mrs. Walker will go nuts
over Skyla. If you think Dad spoils her, just wait. Well, let's just walk
down there. It isn't far, and we could use a good walk after that trip."
We headed down the road, Skyla noticing and exclaiming over almost
everything we came across. Finally Alex just picked her up and set her on
his shoulders so we could walk faster.
It was usually a five-minute walk, but it was ten with Skyla.
The Walker's home an old farmhouse bordering on a little over a
hundred acres of farm land. The yellow paint was faded and was flaking off
in places, but overall it was well kept, with the small patch of grass out
front mowed and hanging plants ringing the front porch.
"Wait here, I'll go see if anyone's home," Alex told us, setting Skyla
down next to me. He climbed the creaking steps and knocked on the door.
A
few seconds later the door opened.
"Hi Mrs. Walker. Remember me?" Alex said.
"Alexie! I haven't seen you in years! What are you doing here?" a high
pitched voice squealed. "Come in! Come in! Have something to eat. You
look so thin!"
"Sure, in a second Mrs. Walker. First I want you to meet a couple of
people."
"Who?" The voice questioned. Alex turned around and motioned us toward
him. I took Skyla's hand and walked forward. A short, stout woman who
looked to be around seventy came into view. She was the classic
grandmother: soft and plump, wearing an old pink dress and a faded apron.
Her gray hair was done up in a tight bun, with a few stray hairs poking
through the sides.
"This is Jenny," Alex said, wrapping an arm around my waist as I climbed
the stairs to the porch. "My wife."
"Wife? So you finally got married, thank God! It's nice to meet you!"
she exclaimed. "And so young and pretty too! Are you sure it's legal?"
"I'm seventeen, Mrs. Walker.," I said, blushing. "And it's nice to meet
you, too."
"Ahh. Wait! Who's this little one hiding behind you?" she said.
"Skyla, say hello to Mrs. Walker," I said.
"Hi," she said softly, obviously a little frightened by Mrs.
Walker's bustling behavior. Alex picked up Skyla and held her on his hip.
"This is my daughter, Skyla. She's two." Alex said proudly.
"Oh, and a pretty little girl she is too! Looks just like her mother,
except for those beautiful blue eyes."
"You look just like the lady on those cookie boxes!" Skyla exclaimed,
obviously getting over her fear quickly.
"Skyla!" I scolded.
"Oh, I don't mind dear," she told me. "But I make better cookies than
you'll find in any box at the store.," she told Skyla. "I'll bet you'd
love to have one, if it's all right with your mother."
Skyla's eyes lit up at the mention of cookies. "Yes!"
"I think it would be fine for her to have one or two cookies.," I said
with a smile.
"Good! Let's all go inside and I'll fix us all cookies and milk." She
turned around and waddled back to the house. Skyla squirmed out of Alex's
hands and ran after her.
"She's certainly nice," I said.
"She always was to me. But I'm guessing Skyla will wolf down a dozen
of
her cookies. She's not bragging when she says her cookies are better than
any you'll find in a store."
"We'd better follow them before they miss us. Alexie," I teased.
"Please, don't ever call me that again," he groaned irritatatedly.
"It's embarrassing. It makes me feel like a little kid."
"What? You don't like the name Alexie?" I teased.
"No. But I can take it when she calls me that. From you, I can't."
"Ohhh, poor Alexie. Doesn't like his nickname.," I laughed.
"Jenny, I mean it. Stop!"
I just grinned and took his hand as we walked in the door.
The Walker kitchen matched Mrs. Walker perfectly. The faded wallpaper
even matched her apron. An old potbellied stove sat in a corner with a
more modern electric oven sitting next to the chipped pink Formica counter.
The smell of baking bread wafted from the oven, and a small battered table
with four chairs around it sat in the middle of the area.
Skyla was already seated at one of them, with a big glass of milk
sitting in front of her. Mrs. Walker was busy at the counter, pouring
three more glasses of milk and stacking chocolate chip cookies on a plate.
"Sit down, sit down. I won't be a minute."
Alex and I took chairs next to Skyla. Mrs. Walker bustled over to us,
setting a glass of milk in front of each of us, then set the cookie plate
in the middle. Skyla immediately attacked it, seeing how fast she could
stuff cookies into her mouth.
"Slow down, Skyla. There isn't any hurry," Alex said. Skyla smiled and
ate a little slower.
"Just a minute, just let me call Marvin so he can meet you two." She
walked to the back door and yelled. "Marvin! Get in here, you'll never
guess who's showed up!"
A few minutes later a man a few years older than Mrs. Walker came in the
back door. If his wife was the classic Grandmother, he was the classic
Grandfather: tall and lanky, nearly bald with fringes of hair along the
sides of his head, and a grin showing a few missing teeth. He wore
overalls and an old flannel shirt that looked as if it was ready to come
apart at the seams. Taking a squinting look at Alex, he grinned.
"Alex! I never expected to see you here! How's it been?"
"Great, Mr. Walker," Alex grinned back at him.
"Marvin, this is Jenny, Alex's wife," Mrs. Walker said.
"Wife! Well I'll be damned! Actually got married, did ya? I thought
you'd hold out for sure!" he laughed. He turned and looked me over. "Nice
to meet you, Jenny. Golly you're young!" he said, looking at me though
squinting eyes.
"I'm seventeen, Mr. Walker. Nice to meet you, too."
Mr. Walker turned to where Skyla was still chomping down on cookies
ravenously. "And don't tell me this is your daughter, too! You been busy,
haven't you, you old dog!" he laughed, slapping Alex on the back. Alex and
I blushed.
"Don't be crude, Marvin," Mrs. Walker scolded. Mr. Walker ignored her
and pulled up the last chair. Noticing that Mrs. Walker had no where to
sit, I pulled Skyla onto my lap. She protested until I pulled the cookie
plate closer and moved her milk over. She continued to munch happily.
Mrs. Walker smiled at me gratefully as she sat down, pouring herself a
glass of milk. I tentatively reached out and took a cookie. When I bit
into it, I found out that as Alex had said, she wasn't bragging. I could
see why Skyla was shoveling them down. But Skyla shoveled anything sweet
down.
"Well, what have you been doing the last few years Alex, besides getting
married and having kids?" Mr. Walker asked.
"Well, I've been working on college. I'll graduate next year. Other
than that and what you said that's about it. I've been too busy to do
anything else."
"How long have you two been married, and why didn't you invite us?" Mrs.
Walker asked Alex.
"A little over two years. We lived together for a year and ten months
before we got married. I didn't invite you because I didn't think of it.
I doubt you could have made it, it was in New Mexico."
"A year and ten months? Ahh. So why did you decide to get married so
young?"
"I knew I was going to ask her eventually, but I wanted to wait until
she was a little older. But as things turned out, with Skyla being born
and the rest of it, I figured that it was better to marry her sooner than
later."
"But how did you two meet?" Mrs. Walker asked.
"We met on the school bus when I was thirteen. I used to live near
here," I said.
"Oh, what's your maiden name?"
"Baker."
"Little Jenny Baker? We used to know your parents when you were little!
I knew you looked a little familiar. But I haven't seen you since you were
five or six years old!" Mrs. Walker exclaimed.
"Well, I've grown up some," I said.
"Really! I haven't talked to your parents in a long time...there were
rumors a few years ago that you had run away from home. Natalie Wood said
that she picked you up late one night, running along the road, looking
beaten up. No one's seen you for the longest time. Now I see why."
I flushed.
"Jenny's parents didn't treat her very well, so she came down to New
Mexico to live with me. We'd like to leave it at that," Alex said firmly.
I smiled gratefully at him.
"We understand. They always were a little mean spirited and set in
their ways. I can see why you left, especially to go to a boy as nice as
Alex here." Alex blushed. "So you came back up here to visit?"
"Yes, and just for a vacation. We've been busy, and decided it was time
to take a little quality time together. We wanted to see one of our old
friends and Jenny's sister, too. We just stopped by to visit with you for
a few minutes, and to see if we could pick up some eggs and milk." I shot
him a look. "Oh, and do you have the spare key to the house? I forgot it
back in our apartment in New Mexico," he grumbled.
"Ahh, forgot the old key again, did you? You always did. That's why
his Dad gave us the extra key, so he could get in if he forgot his," Mr.
Walker told me. Alex looked embarrassed. I looked at my watch. "Alex,
we'd better go. Kallie and Amanda will be getting out of school soon."
"Yeah, I guess we'd better. So do you still have that key?"
"Yup. I'll go get it while Jane here gets you your milk and eggs."
Mr. Walker hobbled off to get the key, while Mrs. Walker busied herself in
the fridge again, coming up with a gallon of milk and a carton of twenty
four eggs which she set on the table.
"There, that should keep you a while," Mrs. Walker said.
"Thanks, we'd better go, we have to meet a couple of people down at the
high school," Alex said. He tried to give her some money, but she refused.
"I haven't seen you in so long. It's a gift. Just make sure to come
back and visit again before you leave." We thanked her. Mr. Walker met
us
at the door, handing Alex the key.
"Just don't loose this one," Mr. Walker laughed, handing Alex the key.
"I won't. It would be a long trip to get a new one." Alex said. Mr.
Walker laughed again, and we walked out the front door. Mrs. Walker
touched me on the shoulder and handed me a bag of cookies.
"These are for Skyla's desert tonight. She's a sweet little girl. A
reflection of her mother, I'm sure. Just don't let your parents bother
you. I never liked them much, and neither did Marvin," she whispered. I
smiled at her gratefully, taking the cookies from her.
"Thank you," I whispered back. "We'd appreciate it if you wouldn't tell
anyone we're back. I don't want to have to deal with anyone from my past
except for the ones I want to." She gave me a pat on the cheek.
"Don't worry, we won't. Now follow your family before they miss you,"
she said, motioning me to follow Alex and Skyla, who were walking ahead of
me already. I hurried after them, waving to Mr. and Mrs. Walker as I went.
End Chapter Three
Chapter Four
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We got back to the house in time to unload the car and get to the high
school to hopefully pick up Kallie and Amanda. Their spring break didn't
let out until a week after ours, so we could, if we were lucky, just grab
them before they got on the bus. We hadn't told them we were coming,
wanting it to be a surprise.
We pulled up to the school five minutes before it let out. Alex waited
in front of the bus, knowing that I'd be recognized faster than he would;
if we had to, we didn't want anyone to know that we were here except for
Kallie and Amanda. We wouldn't have to deal with people talking again, or
worse, having my parents show up at the door. But I was a bit nervous,
after all, I hadn't seen either of them in over two years.
Looking at the school I was glad that I didn't go there anymore. It
looked even more run down than before, and I'm sure the teachers hadn't
gotten any better. I had learned more in a year in the schools in New
Mexico than in all the time I had spent in that school. The only good
times were during lunch and when Alex and I used to slip into an old
storage room while skipping class.
Luckily, Amanda and Kallie came out of the school together. They both
screamed in delight when they saw Alex standing in front of the bus,
running up and nearly knocking him over as they both tried to hug him at
once.
Alex just laughed and hugged them back. Then they started to drill him
with questions. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but Alex obviously
wasn't answering them. He almost had to drag them over to the van. I got
out of the passenger seat of the van and opened the sliding rear door,
allowing Skyla to get out. Then Kallie and Amanda spotted me.
Immediately I was surrounded by hugs, and a few tears. I couldn't help
myself; I hadn't seen them in so long. I started crying, and soon we were
just a 'mass of crying females,' as Alex would put it.
Amanda had changed a *lot*. She wasn't quite the little girl I had
remembered her to be. Under her t-shirt I could see definite signs of
development, and she had cut her slightly-curly light brown hair to
shoulder-length. Her wide green eyes seemed a bit wiser now, displaying
a
sense of maturity and confidence that they had lacked before. She was
definitely growing up. She had a figure with a small willowy waist with
lightly flaring hips that filled her jeans well. The baby-fat was gone
from her stomach, replaced by a nice firm but soft looking surface. I was
impressed. My little sister was turning into quite the beauty. I almost
envied Kallie.
Skyla climbed out of the van.
"My god has she grown!" Kallie exclaimed when she spotted her. Suddenly
Skyla was surrounded in people she hadn't seen since she was a little over
a month old. She looked scared to death, until Alex stepped in and picked
her up. She hugged him and buried her head in his chest as if trying to
hide from the overexcited doting of her aunt and godmother.
"This is your Aunt Kallie, and this is your Aunt Amanda, Skyla. You've
seen them before, but you were only a month or so old at the time," I
explained. Skyla still looked wary.
"Skyla, you've heard my voice over the phone, haven't you?" Kallie said
softly, finally figuring out that she was scaring her with her loud
squawking. Skyla slowly nodded. "And you've heard Amanda's voice once or
twice, too." Skyla nodded again. "Good, then don't be afraid of us. We
wouldn't hurt you any more than your mother or father would," Skyla smiled.
"God she's cute though, isn't she?" Amanda exclaimed.
"So what are you three doing here? You never told us you were coming!"
Kallie said.
"We came up for a vacation. We hadn't seen you two in a few years, and
you were bugging us constantly about seeing us again. So we drove up for
spring break."
"So how long are you staying?"
"Nine, ten days at the most," I told her.
"It's just so good to see you again!" Kallie said, pulling me into a hug
again.
"It's good to see you. You've grown, a lot. Me, I haven't changed much
since you last saw me."
Kallie pushed me back, giving me a once over. "No, you haven't. But
I'm sure Alex likes you that way. Cute and still looking fourteen years
old." I just smiled.
"Well, are you two going to come visit with us, or are you going to
stand there like two idiots?" Alex demanded.
"As courteous as ever, Alex," Kallie said, punching him lightly in the
arm.
"Only to you Kallie," he said sweetly. I sighed exaggeratedly.
"Well, I suppose I can come out for a few hours. I'd have to call my
parents. I don't know what I'd tell them, though," Amanda said.
"Just tell them you're over at a friends house doing homework. They
won't care," I told her.
"My parents won't even notice I'm gone. They've got six other kids to
worry about." Kallie said bitterly.
"I thought it was five?" Alex said.
"They had another one. A girl. Now I have to share my room," she
grimaced. "At least I can move out in a year."
"Well then, let's go," I said. Kallie, Skyla, and Amanda climbed into
the back while Alex and I climbed in the front. We drove out of the
school parking lot. I never looked back.
*****
Skyla ran inside to explore the house as soon as the car pulled to a
stop and Kallie opened the door. We hadn't let her before since we didn't
want to have to hunt her down when we went to pick up the girls at school.
Alex went to get us all something to drink while we sat down to talk
idly about what had happened since the last time I had spoken with them.
He came back a few seconds later and handed us each a Coke, and sat down
in
an armchair across from us. I could tell he was restless by how he
squirmed around in his chair, like an eight-year-old during Sunday mass.
I
guessed that he had been cooped up inside a car too long and wanted to do
something other than sit around and watch us women talk.
"Who feels like a swim?" Alex asked suddenly, unable to contain his
impatience any longer.
"Swim?" Kallie asked. "The closest pool is in Sandville."
"Who said anything about a pool? There's a pond a ways back through the
woods that I used to swim in all the time when I lived here."
"But we don't have our suits with us," Amanda protested.
"Who needs a suit? I never used one," Alex said with an impish grin.
"Alex!" I scolded.
"What?" he said defensively. "I don't see a problem. They've both seen
us naked doing...other things. Skyla doesn't care one way or the other.
The only ones who could be squeamish about it are Amanda and Kallie."
"I don't have a problem," Kallie said. "Let's go."
"But..." Amanda said weakly, then gave in when she caught a look from
Kallie. "Fine, let's go before I change my mind."
"Good," Alex said, nodding his head. "I'll get some towels, why don't
you three see if you can find Skyla."
It was a good thing he sent three of us to find Skyla. It looked as if
she had disappeared into thin air (again) until Amanda found her in the
attic. She'd found a trunk full of old moth-eaten clothes, and was
playing 'dress up.'
"Well, it looks like she needs a bath anyway," I sighed when I saw her,
cheeks smeared with dust, her hair entwined with cobwebs.
Alex was waiting impatiently in the living room when we came down, Skyla
still protesting about us breaking up her game. But she forgot all about
it when I told her we were going swimming. Amanda called our parents, and
we followed Alex out the kitchen door.
A well-worn path led to the pond, winding between the tall trees and
through the thick underbrush. Sunbeams slanted through the branches,
almost like spotlights on the life growing beneath them. Then suddenly the
path widened and the pond came into view.
"It's just like you told me it looked like, Daddy!" Skyla said. We had
to stop her from running directly into it, clothes and all. Not that it
would have mattered all that much, considering the coat of grime on them
already.
Skyla and Alex quickly shucked off their clothes and waded into the
pond. Kallie, Amanda and I were a little slower, unsure about undressing
in the middle of the woods, where anyone could be watching. Alex whistled
obscenely as we stripped.
"You'd better stop whistling or you're going to regret it," Kallie
threatened.
"Oh no. Can you three even swim? I bet I could swim circles around
you, even if you do know how to swim," Alex called, paddling out to the
center of the pond with Skyla in tow.
"Maybe me, but you're outnumbered four to one."
"Oh, I doubt it. My own wife and daughter wouldn't turn on me,"
Alex said, sounding a little unsure of himself.
"Don't bet on your wife coming to rescue you," I called sweetly, peeling
off the last of my clothing and posing seductively against a nearby tree.
Alex gaped at my display, his jaw dropping. But I was sure something else
was rising unseen under the water. The three of us slid into the water and
paddled toward him, eyes glinting mischievously.
"How about you, Skyla. Will you help defend your Daddy?" Alex asked
desperately.
"Skyla," I called. "I have a cookie back at the house with your name
on
it."
"Sorry Daddy," Skyla said, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before
trying to drag him under unsuccessfully.
"Sold out by my wife and my daughter. I feel so...used," Alex said,
feigning terror as we closed in on him. Alex bolted, dragging Skyla after
him and depositing her in the swallows, only to dart back into deeper
waters. He wasn't lying; he could swim circles around us, the obvious
advantage of spending nearly every day during the summer swimming. But we
caught up with him once we organized ourselves and surrounded him. Skyla
cheered us on from the shallows since she didn't know how to swim.
He immediately realized he was cornered, and waited to see what we
intended to do, looking for an avenue of escape. He watched me warily as
I
swam up to him. I decided to use one of my most powerful tools against
him: sex appeal.
I swam slowly up to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. He tensed,
ready to move if I tried anything more, but I just smiled sexily. He
looked at me warily. Then I kissed him, slipping my tongue into his mouth.
He wavered slightly, but I knew I wouldn't be able to pull him under unless
I relaxed him a little bit more; he could still toss me easily. So, I
pressed my body against his, all my curves molding against him. He moaned
and closed his eyes as I reached down and grasped his semi-erect cock. I
was considering whether to go through with it and dunk him or not, feeling
my pussy get moist. And not from the pond water.
Then I decided I could have him later, and attempted to yank him under.
He tried to recover from his dive, breaking the kiss as he flailed his arms
and pushed me away. But it was too late; Kallie and Amanda had already
moved
in on him while he was occupied with me. They jumped on him and pushed him
under. He came up sputtering, only to be hit again by Amanda, who wrapped
herself around him. Not only was he overbalanced, but I think that having
her breasts pressed into his face while having her slick body tightly
against his
was also a factor in his plunging under the water again.
After one more dunking, we decided that he had gotten what he deserved.
He swam toward where Skyla was and soaked in the shallow end.
I swam up to him. "Mad at me?" I asked, giving him my best sad look.
"Mad at you? No. I just feel betrayed by my own family, and half
drowned," he grinned sarcastically, then pulled me into his arms and kissed
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